Hi Evie!
If he didn’t know he was being recorded, it’s inadmissible.”
Doesn’t that change if Lois is no longer able to testify personally?
LOIS:
CLARK:
You know, if she were dead?
CLARK:
DA Clemons:
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My office doesn’t usually work with reporters.” The way the woman said ‘reporter’ made it sound like a four-letter word.
Oh, look, who’s already whetting her claws. Maybe someone should tell Lois that The Blonde doesn’t like vigilantes?
“Is she for real?”
The man smirked. “This is Lois Lane,” he said laconically.
“That doesn’t hold much stake with me,” replied the assistant district attorney,
“She’s on the level,” Henderson said, this time with no trace of a smirk.
Indeed. If you can’t trust Superman’s paramour, whom can you trust?
MAYSON: First, being the tightman’s illicit lover doesn’t instill much trust. Second, I don’t trust tights-wearing vigilantes, which invalidates the supposed trust root. You could even go as far as to say she’s trying to pander an apple from a rotten tree.
Honestly, what was it with this woman?
She’s ticked off that The Superman Groupie got her boy toy killed.
But she wasn’t going to let a snippy civil servant get to her tonight. Tonight – or, well, this morning – she and Clark would finally be writing their page 8 story. She hoped. And she had a feeling she’d need all her reserves of patience for that potentially life-changing endeavor.
I had no idea that the Daily Planet reprints dear-playboy letters on page eight.
I’m only here now to let you get your ducks in a row so that you aren’t caught with your pants down after missing the biggest criminal in Metropolis.”
Like Lois was caught with her wedding dress up?
“It’s got less alliteration than a lot of our headlines.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Perry’s pedantic penchant for snappy soubriquets sometimes suggests sensationalism.”
Oh you had fun with that one!
“Clever,” he said drolly.
Clark thought so too.
This is the second billionaire in a year that decided he was above the law and above the rest of us, too,”
Maybe they *should* investigate the vigilante playboy billionaire and his clepto catamour.
Chow pushed an entire country toward civil war and economic collapse for money that would have only marginally supplemented his current millions!
He’s probably only just building up his weapons programs so he can also support larger nation state warfare. Give him time.
The better this story reads, the bigger difference it can make. The title can’t be campy.”
“Dr. No wannabe and butler caught by Nancy Drew”?
And as much as she loved what the spandex did for his figure, nowadays she was always eager to see him in anything else.
See? Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. And we wouldn’t want Lois to establish a fascination with Hawaiian prints or kevlar-reinforced latex, now would we?
LOIS: if he doesn’t like civilian clothing, he can always sit there in his undies. Or without them.
Plus, she supposed, it wouldn’t hurt for him to be wearing Clark Kent’s clothes right now, since she was about to dig her heels in about bringing Clark Kent back.
CATWOMAN: I once dug my heels into Batman’s back. He decided he preferred dates instead of fights after that.
(Also, I’m so glad autocorrect did not suggest “dates instead of figs” here.)
“Did we just make Bruce Wayne the richest man in the world?”
I’m not sure. Just because he’s arrested doesn’t mean Chow looses his money. Also, Batman’s gonna be insufferable now.
GREEN LANTERN: I don’t see the difference.
“Then we can ask him where he went all those times he disappeared on you. I don’t trust millionaires anymore. They’re always hiding something.”
Makes you wonder, isn’t Superman strictly speaking also a millionaire, what with the whole foundation? Plus, there’s the whole crown estate thing he’s got going on.
LOIS: And when did I say Superman isn’t also hiding a naughty little secret?
MAYSON: I distrust Superman, too.
TRASK: /passes business card/ We meet every Tuesday on Bessolo Blvd. There’s free coffee and tin foil.
. “I think you mean ‘racked’ here, not ‘wracked’ with a ‘w.’”
“No, Clark,” she said, her voice quietly resolute.
“You meant ‘wracked?’” he asked, pausing his hands over the keys and re-reading the screen.
“Not that,” she said with frustration.
Are you sure she isn’t racking her brain on whether she should wreck his brains?
“I am not submitting this story without your name on the byline.”
And on page seven: talking to the dead. A beginner’s lesson by Lois Lane. Bring your Ouija board!
She went on, ignoring his interjection, “—and I knew that you were alright. I even knew that you were going to Africa.”
PERRY: yodelidado!
heartbreak like the one he’d experienced by giving up Clark Kent’s terrible ties.
CLARK: But I *loved* them. They attracted so many blondes!
Her lips curved in a moue of distaste at the thought before she said, “A bullet-proof vest.”
Or a Zippo lighter.
And why exactly was I wearing a vest on that particular night?” he asked skeptically.
He was out with Lois. She tends to get shot at.
“Wouldn’t you wear a bullet-proof vest on all your investigations with the notoriously danger-prone Lois Lane?”
I’m so sorry! I swear I did not read ahead.
Burrows died two months ago.”
Yes, his frog ran out.
What about the one Lois was wearing when Clark wasn’t around. It got a bunch of use.
Also, strictly speaking, vests are the same as helmets, you’re supposed to replace them after they have been used.
I just – I can’t risk my parents. They gave me everything. I can’t repay them this way, by taking chances with their safety.”
He does not remember the baseball bat, does he?
“Have you asked them?” she asked, watching his face carefully.
No, because he doesn’t agree with their expected answer.
In fact, this long after the start of their usual argument, she’d be standing over her kitchen sink, cursing Clark’s name into a carton of rocky road.
Did you ever tell us what Lois is wearing tonight? Maybe he’s…distracted?
After all, just because she’d learned caution over the last year didn’t mean that extended to patience with her boyfriend when he was behaving with the IQ of an absolute walnut.
You made the choice for all of us last time. Don’t we get to decide, now that we have another chance?”
*****
Plus, he gets to see Lois naked. Does that help?
CLARK:
Two more parts! And one’s already up
Michael
So glad she's managing to wear down his defenses. I can't wait to see him back to his old life. 
