Hi Shallowford!
Mad Dog's Demise by Shallowford.
Not a deathfic.

So, it’s about how she got tamed, then?
A sappy smile appeared on her face and she said, "Oh, that is soooo sweet. I love it."

Clark grinned. "Lois, you need to watch yourself. I've been hearing rumors saying that the Mad Dog is dead. Wouldn't want to spoil your reputation."

I have a partner almost as good as I am."

With that, she leaned over and added an "a" to Clark's quote.
Huh.
"Grow Old Along with Me, The Beast is Yet to Be."
?
He drew the entire newsroom's attention with his guffaw when he read Lois's revised quote, "The Beast is Yet to Be."

So, she’s now more of a werewolf than a mad dog, only coming out to play when the moon’s just right. (and shining only some crook)
Cute one!

Michael