Lois looked at him with a glare, and he wondered what he had done now.
Breathed?
Maybe her anger had to do with being tired from working in the office all night more than the possibility of him sleeping with Cat.
Right.
“Try not to slip and fall accidentally into any other women while I’m gone,”
A few more days like this, and Lois would have found a way to kill him without the use of Kryptonite.
He really doesn’t like a challenge, does he?
His Lois hadn’t had a sister.
Oh?
Ellen Lane and the baby had died in childbirth somewhere in the backwaters of South America when Lois had been about four.
Oh girl.
She had learned her dislike of following rules, her distrust of the official story, and her mean left hook during those years, according to Perry.
Oh boy. /imagines soldier-type mindset crossed with Lois Lane/
You know, I always thought her more a brainy type, but I’m glad to see her base instincts still work.
