In fact, the only thing that had gone his way that night was that the rain came to a tapering end only an hour or so after he began his initial search, as if the heavens had dumped its heavy load all in one violent outburst and gone back to sleep again. Still, Clark’s suit clung to him, uncomfortably wet and sticky. It hadn’t even occurred to him to take a fraction of a second to use his heat vision to dry himself off, because even a fraction of a second not spent looking for Lois would have been a waste of precious time.
Fantastic description. He was so worried about Lois, taking one second to dry himself was one second too much.
One of the best short stories you have ever written! For a minute there my heart was in my throat. As the words passed my eyes I was wondering which one of Clark's old enemies could do such a thing ... with a cell phone.
Bruce nodded. “Diana said it was a jerk move.” He shrugged. “Barry got the phone for me.”
Diana is on point as always and Barry always loved a good prank....
Bruce go into hiding next year, preferably on a space station.
