Rules of the Game
Folc4evernaday
Teaser
Previously on Rules of Guilt…Lex Luthor stared at the darkened cell door in front of him, contemplating his next move. He’d heard of the recent prison escape by a few lowly criminals. How they hadn’t anticipated getting caught in their plans was beyond his comprehension. Creating a new identity and establishing a way to avoid being caught should have been their first priority. Instead, their greed and ability to be controlled by the elusive Intergang made them fail before they’d even made it out the door. A mistake he himself knew all too well.
He had failed himself and by association, he’d let down those that looked to him for guidance. Nigel and Gretchen were both still in the wind. He hadn’t heard any updates from either of them on whether the money transfer had gone through before Bender had turned himself in.
Bender. There was another sore subject for him. His trusted attorney had stabbed him in the back in exchange for witness protection. His latest attorney, Barry Barker was as ruthless as they came but he lacked a certain class about him that Lex had enjoyed during his relationship with Sheldon Bender.
“Luthor!” The cranking of metal against metal grated on his nerves as he saw the cell door open. In the doorway one of the guards stood, waving his baton in his hands as he spoke. “You got a visitor.”
Lex did his best not to react, standing to his feet and moving down the corridors as he had been told to. This was his life for now. The time would come when he could plan his escape from this hell but until then he would have to play the good soldier and fall into line. His day would come though. He would reclaim everything that was once his...even Lois Lane. He’d made the misstep of making her think she had a choice in the matter. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Next time she wouldn’t see him coming. Next time Superman wouldn’t be able to interfere. Next time was what kept him going.
The large metal door opened and he smiled, seeing the elderly gentleman sitting at the table. “Hello, old friend,”
***
Nuclear Disaster Diverted!
By Lois Lane and Clark KentLois looked over the front page of the Daily Planet with her and Clark’s by-line. Another front-page article for Lane and Kent. Shortly after breakfast this morning, Clark had gotten a call for help and had to leave. She hadn’t even gotten herself a cup of coffee before she’d found herself lost in thought again. Four words. Four simple words that held so much meaning.
<<“Will you marry me?”>>
<<“What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring the view.”
“I think you’re looking in the wrong direction, Farmboy.”
“No, I’m not.”>>
<<“I know we've had our ups and downs these past months, but I want you to know how much I love you...how much I need you. Every day I wake up, and I still can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life.">>“Looks like another Kerth win to me,” Perry said, peering over her shoulder.
“Or two.” She said, pointing to the article on Stanley Gables’ arrest. “I still can’t believe he thought Mayson would cut a deal with him.”
Perry nodded, shaking his head, “I’d give my set of gold-plated Elvis spoons to know what makes a guy like Gables tick.”
Lois sighed, running a hand through her hair, “That’s the way it is today. Everybody sees themselves as a victim.”
“How’s Mayson doing?” Perry asked, looking at her in concern.
“Fine. Glad the DA’s office isn’t pursuing a deal with Gables.” She flashed him a smile.
“I’ll say,” Clark said, walking up behind her and setting a cup of coffee in front of her. “Morning,”
She flashed him a smile, taking the cup from him gratefully. “Morning,” She took a sip of her coffee, looking up at him over the rim of her mug.
“Kent?” Perry checked his watch, “A little late to be rolling in. It’s nearly ten.”
“Yeah, I had a…”
Before he could come up with another lame excuse she knew he was wracking his brain for Lois interjected, “Well, he had a last-minute interview this morning with, uh, Bobby Bigmouth. We’re trying to see about picking up where we left off last week on our investigation into Nigel St. John.”
“Uh-huh,” Perry noted, looking between the two of them before clearing his throat, “Any, uh, leads?”
“We might have a few,” Clark said, placing a hand on her shoulder as he spoke.
“Well, good.” Perry nodded.
“Chief, publisher’s on line one!” Jimmy called from his desk, holding the phone away from his ear.
Perry grunted, “Oh, what now?” He moved past them and headed into his office to take the call.
Lois laughed, shaking her head, “Never a dull moment around here.”
“Yeah,” Clark smiled at her.
“So, how did everything go?” She asked, pointing to the monitor that showed Superman holding up two bank robbers and floating them back to the ground.
“Nothing too bad.” He said, perching himself on the edge of her desk. He gestured to the newspaper in front of her, “Admiring your handiwork?”
“Our handiwork.” She corrected. “Perry thinks this one will bring in another Kerth next year.”
“Yeah, but whose name is going to go first?” He teased.
“Mine of course.” She grinned back at him, recalling the conversation they’d had so long ago after his departure during the heatwave last year.
“Of course,” He chuckled, sharing a look with her. She felt her stomach flutter as she stared back at him. So much had happened in the last forty-eight hours since their return from Hawaii.
His proposal still weighed heavily on her mind-even more so after seeing him shot down in cold blood by Ryan Wiley. Every day he put himself at risk. More and more people were discovering the existence of Kryptonite which put him in more danger. Was that something she could live with? Knowing that every rescue he went on, he might not come back?
She fingered the end of his tie and smiled up at him, “So, I was thinking…” She began cautiously as he leaned toward her. “Maybe if we don’t have any disasters pop up we can pick up that conversation we left off on the other night.”
A smile crossed his lips, and he murmured, “Of course, I would love that.”
“Hey guys,” the intrusion of Dan Scardino pulled them apart.
She sighed, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen across her face back behind her ear. “Agent Scardino, shouldn’t you be on a plane?”
“Yeah, funny thing,” Scardino said, pulling a chair up as he held one of the crutches in his hand. “My boss in Washington was so impressed with my work yesterday he’s decided to push through a transfer to Metropolis.”
“Transfer?” Lois could see Clark’s face crestfallen as he stared at the DEA Agent. She knew Clark didn’t like Dan Scardino, but the man had saved Superman yesterday, so maybe he wasn’t all bad. “Well, I hope you like excitement cuz there’s never a dull moment.”
“Sounds like it’ll be right up my alley.” Scardino flashed her a smile, “I’ve gotta go check in, but I thought I’d share the good news with you two. I’m sure our paths will cross from time to time.”
“Great,” Clark forced a smile and Lois reached over to place a supportive hand on his arm. Dan Scardino grabbed his crutches and began hobbling back to the elevators. Clark groaned, “We were so close.”
“Maybe we won’t have to work with him that much.” Lois reasoned.
He glanced at her, grabbing the stack of files on her folder. “Are you forgetting the follow-up we have to do on the resurrection pill?”
“Oh yeah,” Her face fell.
“Everyone gather around, I’ve got an announcement to make,” Perry announced, waving a piece of paper in his hands. The newsroom quieted down, and they turned to Perry. “Now as you all know we’ve had quite a bit of success this past year. Our subscriptions are up forty-five percent from last year. That’s fifteen percent higher than the Metropolis Star mind you.”
“Is there a point to all this?” Kathy interjected. “We heard these numbers last week.”
“Yes, there is a point,” Perry said, waving the paper in his hand. “All of the stories and hard work pay off when we have one of our own recognized for their hard work.” Lois’ eyes widened when she saw the blue paper in Perry’s hand. The blue paper with the familiar lettering for the prestigious Meriwether Award.
“The candidates for this year’s Meriwether Award for Journalistic Excellence have just been released and the Daily Planet’s very own Lois Lane and Clark Kent are among the nominees.” He looked to Lois and Clark with a twinkle in his eye, “Congratulations you two.”
A light applause filled the room and Jimmy walked up to them cheering, “Congrats you guys! I’m sure you’ll knock ‘em dead.”
“Thanks, Jimmy,” Lois said, doing her best not to appear overly excited. Afterall, last year they’d been nominated but never made it past the final vote.
“Top of the notch writing you two,” Perry praised them as the crowd of congratulating colleagues dispersed. “The committee would have to be out of their minds not to give you the nod.”
“Thanks, Perry,” Clark said, taking the extended hand Perry had offered to shake.
Perry patted him on the shoulder then moved on, “Jimmy, where are those photos from this morning’s robbery?”
“Right here, Chief!” Jimmy held up the 8x10s in his hands for him to see.
“Bring them in my office and let me have a look.” Perry waved for him to follow.
Lois swiveled in her chair, turning to face Clark, “So second time’s a charm?”
“Maybe so,” He smiled, running a hand down her jawline. She stared back at him, feeling her stomach do somersaults as she stared back at him.
<<“A date?”
“Several.”
“What makes you think I would want more than one date? What if it ends badly.”
“Not possible. We’ve already spent the last two hours proving how very right the end of any date would be.”
“Aren’t we full of ourselves?”
“Very.”
“Okay. After all this mess is cleared up …. A date.”
“Several.”
“Whatever.”>>
<<“Just think about it, okay?”>>
<"If Clark makes you happy then take a leap of faith.">>
<<"So talk to him.">>
<<"Are you really going to let a great guy slip away because of how screwed up our parents are?">>“Clark?” She fingered the end of his tie.
“Yeah?” He looked back at her, and she could feel it hit her like a wave. Every doubt and fear that continued to plague her. Every relationship that had failed and hardened her as she had closed herself off from the rest of the world.
“I love you, you know that, right?” She managed to say weakly.
“Yeah,” He smiled, cupping her cheek. “I love you too.”
She smiled back at him, mentally badgering herself for not being able to say what was weighing on her mind. “So, a Merriweather nomination. That gives us two weeks to show them why we’re the best. Think we can track down Nigel in that time?”
“We can give it our best shot.” He grinned, leaning in to kiss her.
***
TeaserThe large metal door opened, and Lex smiled, seeing the elderly gentleman sitting at the table. “Hello, old friend,”
Nigel St. John adjusted his collar, looking at his former employer reduced to a common inmate in the Metropolis Penitentiary. “I see you’re doing as always, Sir.”
“Did it work?” Lex asked, looking at him expectantly.
“Like a charm.” Nigel sneered, setting a single blue capsule on the table, watching the window as the guards paced outside back and forth. “Intergang now has an enormous target on its back. I got what I could before they turned on me, but that’s to be expected. We never anticipated Mr. Church to have the wool pulled over his eyes for long.”
“Get out when you can.” Lex mused, pocketing the blue capsule before it could be noticed. “What about Bender? That worm has disappeared off the radar.”
“We haven’t been able to reason with him just yet,” Nigel said with a sinister expression, trying to decide on whether to divulge everything they had on Sheldon Bender just yet. “We’re moving into the next stage. Zurich has been very forthcoming in the adjustments that needed to be made to accommodate LexCorp’s needs.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Lex grinned happily.
***
Two Weeks Later…Lois Lane finished putting the last dab of perfume on her wrist before checking her reflection in the mirror. For the first time in two weeks, she and Clark had both been able to leave the Planet at a decent time. They had yet to pick up on their conversation from a few weeks ago, given that Superman duty seemed to have multiplied recently. Every time there seemed to be any lull either Superman was needed, or a story would break. She sighed, running a hand through her curled hair. Hopefully with the warrant for Nigel St. John being issued they’d be able to get some time together without Perry or Jimmy interrupting every five seconds.
It had been two weeks since they had rounded up the resurrected criminals and stopped them from stealing a truck full of nuclear warheads from the military. They had spent most of the last two weeks digging back into their investigation of Nigel St. John and trying to track him down and helping Clark’s friend, Chen. After Perry had been robbed, they’d traced the robber to China Town which led them to an expose on Son Kwan Industries and Harlan Black.
She ran a hand down her side, smoothing out the creases in her wine-colored dress. She had picked out a few dresses in hopes that their Merriweather nomination would turn into an actual award. They would find out tomorrow evening if they were on the shortlist. After eliminating a few choices, the current mini dress she wore had been selected as a date night option. It came down to her knees and had a halter neckline with a keyhole design in the back just above her shoulders.
She glanced at the clock. It was almost six. Hopefully, Clark’s patrol around the city wouldn’t take too much longer. Tonight was about celebrating the big win. They were a little closer to having the rest of Lex Luthor’s team of thugs behind bars where they belonged. Dr. Gretchen Kelly remained in the wind, but she was sure sooner or later she would show up.
She’d gone back and forth over the last few weeks, internally weighing the good and the bad in regards to Clark’s proposal. She still hadn’t come to a decision. She knew she loved him, but she also knew there was a lot she needed to work through to even determine if she was ready for marriage. Clark had been true to his word though. He hadn’t brought up the proposal since they’d left the island with the exception of reassuring her that he would wait for her answer when she was ready.
<<"If Clark makes you happy then take a leap of faith.">>Her sister’s wise words stayed with her for the last few weeks as she tried to work through everything. The question wasn’t whether she loved Clark but rather if she could see herself with him forever. Given her history, that question always brought up the pain from her past-mostly her parents’ divorce. The idea of putting her own potential children through that was unbearable. Family and permanence weren’t something she could rely on growing up. The only person she could rely on completely was herself...until she met Clark.
<<“You leave us and your family and your entire career as a brilliant surgeon for what?”>>
<<“You think you know him? I thought I knew your father. He was a brilliant surgeon. I was his loyal nurse. We had it all! But that wasn’t enough. It was never enough for him. You’ll see….Sometimes love isn’t enough.”>>
<<"Are you really going to let a great guy slip away because of how screwed up our parents are?">>A knock at the door pulled her attention back to the present. She glanced at the clock seeing it was a few minutes after six and still no sign of Clark. Curious, she went to the door and opened it, finding her missing boyfriend standing in the doorway. “Forget your key?” She asked, hanging on the door with a sly grin, letting her eyes linger on him. He was dressed in a charcoal suit with a black dress shirt.
“Nope,” He pulled out a small bouquet of red roses from behind his back.
“Oh, they’re beautiful.” She cheered happily, opening the door for him.
“You look...
incredible.” He complimented, pulling her to him.
“Well, it is a date, right?” She ran a hand over his chest and leaned in to kiss him.
“Yeah, but ….
wow.” His eyes wandered up and down her with a mesmerized expression on his face as he held her in his arms.
“Too much?” She asked, looking down at her dress self-consciously.
“No, no, you look absolutely stunning.” He grinned, running his hand up her back.
She glanced at the bag in his hand, spotting a bottle of wine poking out, “What’s the bag for?”
“Well, I thought maybe a change of pace was needed considering it’s been two weeks since either of us has had any downtime.” He said, closing the door behind him.
“You’re telling me,” She said, running a hand through her hair. “It’s starting to feel like a conspiracy. Every time we make plans some disaster happens…”
“...or a story breaks…” He added with a wry expression.
“I still don’t know how Bobby got my cell number,” Lois added ruefully.
“...or someone falls out of a burning building.” He finished with a tired expression.
“Burning building?” She asked, looking at him in concern.
“Yeah, right when I was leaving I picked up a distress call on fourth avenue. The new set of condos that just opened up a few months ago set fire.” He said, walking toward the kitchen and setting the bag down on the counter. “You won’t believe who decided to
jump off the
roof.”
“Who?” she asked, watching him unload a bottle of wine with some vegetables and cheeses it looked like he’d picked up at one of the foreign markets he liked to shop at.
“Diana Stride.” He said, pulling out a bushel of berries and a block of chocolate.
“The Top Copy reporter?” Lois frowned, “I didn’t even think she lived in the city.”
“Apparently she does...or did. I’m not sure how much damage was done to the condominiums.” He said, pulling two long-stemmed candles out of the bag with copper candlestick holders.
“Is everyone all right?”
“I think so.” He nodded, “The fire marshall was inspecting the building when I left.”
“So, what’s all this?” She asked with a grin.
“I promised a romantic evening and I plan to deliver but the idea of trying to spend time together in a probably crowded restaurant was losing its appeal more and more.” He set the two candles up on the table and lit them. “So, give me ten minutes and I’ll have a dinner and dessert ready that’ll knock your socks off.”
“That’s some pretty big talking for someone who’s never cooked with the recipe killer before.” She shot back with a grin.
“
Recipe killer?” He asked in surprise.
“The oven.” She pointed to her oven with the shake of her head. “Recipes go in and come out charcoaled.”
“I think I can manage.” He said with a wry grin.
“We’ll see.” She beamed back at him, taking a bite of the strawberries he had laid on the counter.
***
Ellen Lane tapped her foot impatiently waiting in line at the Metro Hotel. Ever since it had been bought out the place had lost a lot of its luster. The towels were cheap. The decor was tacky. The management left a lot to be desired, but it was the only hotel in the area that had a vacancy.
“Thank you, and enjoy your stay, Mr. Little.” The clerk at the front desk said as the man in front of her moved on with his luggage. “May I help the next guest?”
Ellen hurriedly moved to the counter to cut off one of the other women from her floor that was trying to cut in line. The nerve of that Betty Roland. Just because she married into money didn’t mean the rules didn’t apply to her.
“Yes, I’d like a room. Queen bed without the balcony. The smell that comes in from the city is atrocious and aggravates my sinuses.” Ellen began to ramble, pulling her identification cards from her purse as she spoke.
The clerk typed in a few keys in her computer and frowned, “I’m afraid we don’t have anything available.”
“Okay, I can live with the balcony, but I…”
“Well, that’s not the problem. We only have our executive and honeymoon suites available. Between the fire and the Meriwether awards being hosted here we’re…”
“All booked up. Yes, I know. I’ve heard that line from
five different hotels now. I was told you had a vacancy...”
“I can get you a discounted rate on the Honeymoon Suite.” the clerk suggested, trying to be helpful.
“Hell will freeze over before I step foot into one of
those again.” Ellen snapped angrily, grabbing her identification cards and shoving them in her purse.
“I’m really sorry, ma’am.” the clerk apologized.
“Yes, I’m sure you are,” Ellen grumbled, turning on her heel and storming out the door.
***
Lois set her fork down, smiling broadly at Clark, “I’m impressed, Mr. Kent. Dinner from the Recipe Killer.”
“It just needed to be calibrated.” He pointed out, leaning in to kiss her. “Now you don’t have an excuse to blame your culinary skills on.”
She swatted him with the napkin in her hand. “Not funny.”
“I beg to differ.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss her. His hand moved to cup her cheek and she let out a soft moan of approval.
“Thank you for cooking for me.” She whispered against him.
“I hope you saved room for dessert.” He disappeared in a blur and reappeared in front of her with a tray of chocolate covered berries.
She giggled, “Do you have to do everything that fast?”
“No,” he grinned, “but it is really fun.”
She smirked at him, standing up from the table, “I think dessert’s going to have to wait. At this rate, you’ll have to cut me out of this dress.” She reached over to grab a plate and he stood up, pulling her to him.
“Hey,” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, brushing his lips against the nape of her neck.
“Hey, yourself,” She grinned back at him, enjoying the feel of his hands running up and down her sides.
“Leave them. We can clean up later.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling at her lobe with his teeth as his hands roamed up and down her sides.
“Are you sure?” She asked, “I mean you did do all the cooking and…” She glanced back at the clock, “It’ll only take a minute.”
“Why do you keep looking at the clock?” He asked, running his palms up her side as he nibbled at her earlobe.
“It’s been two hours and there hasn’t been an interruption. I wanted to make sure we weren’t stuck in some weird time loop.” She teased.
“Time loop?” He wrinkled his nose at her as he tightened his arms around her. He leaned in, feathering his lips against hers as his arms hung around her waist as they made their way to the couch. His arms tightened around her as they settled on the cushions together, not losing contact with one another for a second.
Each kiss brushed against her as she tried to focus on the conversation they were having while feeling her skin tingle from his touch.“You know where time is just kinda stuck and you keep repeating the same day over and over again?” She said breathlessly as his body pressed against hers.
“If I had to pick a day to repeat today is a really good day.” He murmured, running his lips against the nape of her neck and she sighed against him. “I love you,” He murmured, moving his attention down her throat as she extended her leg, running it against his calf.
“I love you too.” She whispered, breathlessly, feeling the heat from his kisses begin to overtake her. She could feel a familiar tightness in her abdomen as his hands moved up her sides, suggestively. “Oh, Clark,” She traced the length of his tie with her index finger, pulling him to her as she tugged on his tie, wrapping the silk tie around her hand as she moved up toward the knot of his tie to loosen it. She was surprised to see his eyes darkened with desire.
“I love you, Lois Lane,” He murmured against her earlobe.
“I love you, Clark,” she murmured against his lips, pressing him back against the couch. She slid her other leg to the other side of his leg so that she was hovering above his lap, supporting herself on her knees. She let out a soft murmur as he moved his attention to her collarbone, pulling her to him so she was settled on his lap comfortably. They never did pick up on that conversation from a few weeks ago but right now she didn’t care.
He nibbled at her earlobe with his teeth as his hands roamed up and down her sides, bunching her dress up on the sides. She let out a soft moan, running her palms up and down his chest seductively. “Clark…” She ran her right hand through his hair, fingering the back of his neck with her hand. “What is that?” She murmured against his lips.
“What is what?” He mumbled breathlessly as she pulled away, craning her neck to look at the back of his head.
“It looks like…” She crinkled her nose, seeing a white residue when she heard a hard knock at her door. “Oh, for the love of…” She let out a muffled groan, pulling herself off his lap. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” She leaned in to kiss him before jumping up from the couch and darting to the door to answer it at record-breaking speed.
Two weeks of nothing but interruptions. They planned to catch a movie and Perry got robbed. They planned to have dinner and the story on the human trafficking in Son Kwan Industries. They planned a romantic evening for just the two of them and Chen—Clark’s friend at the China Town Daily—ended up kidnapped. Now, after breaking the scandal of Harlan Black’s connection to Son Kwan Industries they still couldn’t get a quiet evening alone.
“I’m coming already!” She called, unlocking the seven deadbolts on her door. She sighed in relief when she found the last lock and opened it, “Mother!”
“Well, don’t just stand there. Do you have any idea how cold it is outside?” Ellen gave her a disapproving look, staring at her dress.
“Yes, I’m well aware, but I’m not going anywhere and…” Lois stopped when she saw the bag in her mother’s hands. “Why do you have a bag?” She felt a cold breeze against her back and turned to see Clark had cleaned up the dishes from dinner and dessert and stood by the couch readjusting his tie.
“Some idiot set fire to my new condo and they’ve kicked everyone out while they’re investigating.” Her mother explained with a bite in her tone. “I went to five different hotels and no one has any rooms so here I am.”
“Oh,” Lois said, feeling the plans she’d had for a romantic evening with Clark slipping away by the second.
“Hi Clark,” Ellen nodded to him, seeming to finally realize Lois had company.
“Hi,” Clark gave a polite wave, but she could tell from the expression on his face he was just as disappointed.
“Did they say how long it was going to take them to investigate?” Lois asked, trying not to sound too put off at the idea of her mother staying with her. Afterall it wasn’t her fault her condo building was set on fire.
“No, no, no,” Ellen took a seat on the couch. “I’m hoping it’ll be before the end of the week though.”
“End of the week?” Lois practically choked out.
“Yes,” Ellen spotted the tray of berries Clark had moved to the coffee table and grabbed one. “Mmm, these are divine. Where did you get these?”
“Uh, Clark made them,” Lois said half-heartedly, walking toward the couch.
“Really?” her mother’s eyes widened. “Absolute perfection.” She wagged her finger at Lois, “You know finding a man that’s willing to cook for you is rare. Your father never once came in the kitchen for anything other than a glass of scotch. Even the plumbing repairs had to be done by a professional.”
“Yes, well…” Lois began to cut her off, knowing full well what was coming next. Clark remained quiet, choosing to let her mother ramble to get it off her chest.
“I’m telling you, you don’t know how good you have it. Why in my day a woman couldn’t be single and have a career like you do. You had to settle down, and you know you and your sister are not getting any younger. At least your choices have improved somewhat but your sister’s? Oh, don’t even get me started on that last boyfriend of hers. You know your choices get slimmer and slimmer as you get older.” Ellen rambled on and on. “Not that I don’t think you’re a good choice, Clark.” Ellen began to backtrack, “I just mean being young and single is nice and fine when you’re twenty but as you get older it’s not as…” She took another bite of the chocolate covered berries. “How in the world did you find fruit this fresh in Metropolis?”
“Uh, a little out of the way market I know.” Clark supplied quickly.
Another knock at the door pulled her attention away from her mother’s conversation with Clark about the freshness of fruit. She opened the door and found her sister on the other side with several bags in hand. “Lucy…”
“I got kicked out, and I know the timing is horrible and I’m sorry, but I tried calling mom and dad and no one’s answering their phones. I know you said not to call or anything tonight but...” Lucy rambled with a sob. “Can I stay here?”
“Uh,” She opened the door the rest of the way for her sister to come in, “Come on in.”
“What happened?” Ellen asked, pouncing to her feet and moving to where Lucy was standing in tears.
“Mom?” Lucy wiped the tears from her face, trying to compose herself.
Clark walked up behind Lois and whispered, “I think that means our date is over.”
“I’m sorry,” She gave him a pleading look.
“It’s okay,” He leaned in to kiss her. “I’ve got to do a patrol tonight anyway.” He cracked a smile, “Raincheck?”
“Don’t think I won’t collect. We’ve racked up quite a debt.” She teased.
“I know,” He brushed his lips against hers once more.
“What do you mean you got
kicked out?!” Ellen’s voice raised a few octaves.
***
Diana Stride sat in her limo, sipping on a glass of champagne as she watched the chaos of residents grabbing what they could and walking up and down the streets. Rolf, her cameraman, sat across from her with his own glass. “You’re sure you tagged him?”
“On the neck.” She said, pointing to the tracking device in his hand. “Are you getting a reading yet?”
“Not yet.” Rolf frowned, looking down at the screen in front of him. “Wait, I’ve got something!”
“What is it?” Diana asked.
“He’s flown out of range.” Rolf frowned.
“We'll get him in range again. And then it's just a matter of time before we have...Superman the exclusive!” She took a sip of her champagne and cheered. “Let’s get out of here.”
***
TBC...
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