/uses giant pliers and lots of tape to on clock hands in order to shove one more in/
She took a deep breath. “Don’t worry about Jimmy. He’s forgiven me.”
Oh boy.
Clark looked sympathetically at her. “I’m sorry I left.”
Well, he *had* to. Otherwise, Jimmy might have had confronted Superman and that could have been awkward.
“Roses? Clark, you are the sweetest. I love you.”
Uuuuuu…Clark is now sending red roses. The yellow ones stand for friendship and were only sent before dating started.
Lois took the card from the bouquet; her teeth gnashed together as she read it and then tore it to pieces.
Lois grimaced, pulling it off and dropping it on the ground. As she smashed it with the heel of her shoe, a high pitch electronic whine escaped from the flower, causing Clark to grab his ears and cringe, and then the sound disappeared into nothingness.
Oh dear. So, Bruce now knows that Lois stepped out a bit.
Really? A bat? Can you announce your secret identity any louder there, Mr. Wayne?
In all fairness, he either wants to play with Superman on an open playing field or he just had no other ones in the office and figured, they won’t notice.
She held out the boutonniere. “Shall we do some target practice?” she asked under her breath.
Jimmy walked up. “Lois, the photos are drying. There’s a great shot of Bruce Wayne trying to nail you to the pinball machine.”
/chokes/
“What?” Clark was on his feet, his teeth grinding together. “He did what?”
Actually, Jimmy misspoke. He meant ‘against’, not ‘to’.
Lois told him about the pinball game and how Bruce had insisted on showing her how to play.
“First you gently pull on the lever, and then you start to manipulate the ball. Extra points if you make it bounce a bit.”
“Gross. But the heel of my shoe and my elbow told him I wasn’t interested.”
Michael
