Hi Evie!
She threw an arm up, reaching blindly above her.
*****
Chapter 7
Which, of course, was how she came to be here, hanging from the rusted gutter off the side of the roof, not so patiently waiting for her own personal superhero to show up before she fell to her increasingly likely doom.
Very skillfully done indeed!
“Any time now!” she said testily, risking her balance on a glance upward into the empty night sky.
Cuuute!
But she’d lose their bet if she called for him.
Finding none, she huffed in irritation.
The building wasn’t even on fire! There was no countdown running. No one was shooting at her. She was just a klutz!
Gripping the metal frame with renewed determination, she carefully tried to haul herself up high enough to get an elbow secured.
Wouldn’t it be it ironic if she died because she was too stubborn to ask for help from her super boyfriend?
With a last glance down to the ground, she resignedly took a breath and opened her mouth to call for Clark.
“Hi, honey,” a teasing voice came from behind her.
Finally! She thought with relief, and let go of the roof.
“Hi,” she said back a second later, looking up into a pair of smiling brown eyes. “You’re late.”
She *is* cute!
“It doesn’t seem to have delayed you much,” he said. His eyes were laughing at her now. “I think you owe me five dollars.”
“Do not,” she argued, her competitive edge kicking in. “I didn’t actually call you.”
So, he could re-plant her on the gutter?
His playful threat was empty, but she sighed dramatically anyway. “You know, you could be helpful and take us over to that skylight.”
Yes, very cute.
After all, you could never be too careful with Lois.
Yes, she tends to get bent a lot.
“If you were going to be late, you could have called, you know.”
He glanced down at his Suit pointedly before replying dryly, “I didn’t have a quarter on me.”
Did he just remind her about just how skintight his suit is displaying his body?
She turned the tables back on him by following his glance down, her eyes tracing the path with significantly more detail.
He nearly blushed.
LOIS: /smiles innocently/
Actually, it was the only thing that they really fought about with any heat.
What about his resolution that he can’t be intimate with Lois when dressed as Superman?
LOIS: That’s not an argument, that’s just him being stupid.
Usually the man that’s missing isn’t also the man that can fly!”
He could claim that he was taken by Superman, nursed back to health, and then was kept for a few months as Superman’s personal professional caregiver. They could publish in the Inquirer.
At least he’s not breaking up with her.
In the meantime, her partner was already getting that melty look in his eye. “Not yet!” she interrupted, throwing a hand out in front of the weapons, just as his eyes began to glow red.
‘melty look’
As a rule, he’d begun unabashedly melting any gun in Metropolis that wasn’t obviously claimed by a uniformed officer.
See? Mayson was correct, he *is* a dangerous vigilante.
“They’re smuggling guns!” she cried. “They’re sending the guns out and bringing the diamonds in. And I bet there’s more money somewhere in this, too! Electronic transfers or something! It’s the only thing that makes any sense.”
Yes, but the value of the diamonds …? It could be a side hustle by the working stuffs though.
You’d have to basically be untraceable and invulnerable to investigate there.
…untraceable and invulnerable, she thought, her eyes settling on the yellow S shield.
See you next part!
Michael
