He'd dropped her off, she'd packed and when he hadn't returned, she'd turned the news on and saw that he was rescuing 26 cheerleaders stuck in an elevator at Met U. She'd rolled her eyes. He was probably going to be taking pictures with the distraught victims for hours. Save the cheerleaders, save the world.

She stood and started pacing. "Here's how the next few months would work out. I'd get over being mad about the clothes thing. You'd ask me on a date. We'd go out and have a fabulous time. I'd slam the door in your face because I was scared. We'd get interrupted by some dumb blond who wanted you but hated Superman and I'd be jealous and you'd think that I didn't really want to be with you and then we'd manage to have one absolutely perfect, fabulous kiss that would be interrupted by some emergency or other - maybe even said blond blowing up or something. You'd be distraught because you couldn't save whoever it was because you were too busy kissing me and brush me off while guilt-ridden."

She took a deep breath. "I'd go out with another guy to make you jealous, which might actually work well enough that you'd decide that you couldn't take it any longer and move. But you wouldn't. You'd propose. I'd say no because I needed more time to get to know you for the real you. You'd get mad. We'd dance around the issue for a while. Something would happen and we'd end up engaged. Every homicidal, Kryptomaniacal maniac would try to stop the wedding. Heck, Lex might even reemerge with a clone of me to substitute at our – overly extravagant, thanks to my mother – wedding and we'd have several more months of insanity before everything's back to normal."

She turned to look at him. "And then just as we're starting to plan another wedding, some other maniac will show up and with our luck, your Kryptonian birth wife will suddenly claim you and you'll disappear into the cosmos. And maybe, if the other Kryptonians don't take over the earth, we'll finally manage to get married, but not until Clark Kent has gotten shot – in full view of everyone – by resurrected gangsters."

Save the cheerleaders, save the world.