Clark and Lois - Hope Realized - Matchmaker Chronicle Volume 5 05/25
By Ken Janney
By Ken Janney
Rating PG-13
Disclaimers: The characters in this story are property of DC, December 3rd productions and Warner Bros. No Copyright infringement is intended. I have just borrowed the characters for a short time.
* * denotes emphasis
< > denotes thoughts
(#) footnotes
/ denotes telepathic communication/
[ playback of a recording or TV Commentary]For reference purposes the following will hold true throughout.
Universal Locator Designation
Alpha 023 x Gamma 004 x Tau -120 - Canon Lois and Clark universe also called – Prime
Alpha 023 x Gamma 025 x Tau 036 – Canon Alt Clark universe also called – Alt 1
Alpha -120 x Gamma 255 x Tau -190 New universe called Alt 2
As always comments are welcome. (ken.janney@kjanney.com)
Clark and Lois – Hope Realized - The Matchmaker Chronicles Volume 5
WHAM Warning. This is not the canon universe and the Clark of this universe dies in this chapter.
Previously:
As soon as Perry had shouted for sound Lois had headed for the stairwell. A few seconds later everyone heard a sonic boom and a few started cheering. All eyes were glued to the TV. The cameras had pulled back for a wide shot. Suddenly into the frame came a red and blue blur. The cheering only got louder. The superhero was travelling almost too fast to be seen and was crashing in through a window.
Less than a minute later the front doors opened and the hostages started coming out, followed by their previous captors who had been disarmed and were walking out with their hands in the air. The security guard escorted them out with his gun on them.
After the security guard came a red, blue and yellow clad superhero. At first everyone thought it was Superman but then everyone realized that the individual was too small to be Superman. This was a petite woman in a costume strikingly similar to Superman’s. This was a woman in a blue body suit, almost like a Speedo swim suit, with a pleated red miniskirt, red boots that came to mid-calf leaving the rest of the legs bare, a red cape which only came down to mid thigh and a yellow belt. The same stylized ‘S’ which Superman wore in a somewhat smaller size graced her chest. The main difference was the mask she wore. It covered most of her face from her hairline to a point below her eyes and crossing her nose and was made of the same stretchy material as the uniform.
The LNN newscaster was going frantic.
[”A new superhero has appeared! This is a woman and her uniform is just like Superman’s! I’m going to try to get a comment!”] The reporter shouted to the cameraman to follow as he ran to try to intercept the superhero.
[”Miss, uh, Miss, would you care to make a comment for the viewers?”] Everyone in the bullpen was watching the scene unfold on the big screen TV as with some apparent reluctance the new superhero turned to the camera. It was a good thing that they had taken the time to prepare a story beforehand. Everyone who was watching felt like she was looking directly at each of them as she fisted her hands and placed them on her hips in what was an intimidating stance and looked directly into the camera as she used a strong, impersonal tone to launch into her statement.
[”I am Superwoman. I came at Superman’s request to fill in for him while he was called away on a special mission. I will be with you until his return.”] As she completed her statement she waved to the camera and took off straight up until she was out of sight. The camera followed as well as it could and then returned to center on the reporter. The reporter came out of his stupor and realizing he was back on the air said,
[”Well, there you have it folks! We have a new superhero in town. Superwoman is going to be filling in for Superman while he is away on a special mission. Don’t forget you heard it first, right here, on LNN – live. We now return you to the Studio and Linda King - Reporting”] Just about this time Lois walked up to Clark and looking around asked, “What’d I miss?”
Clark winked at her and responded, “Apparently there is a new superhero in town. A woman and she said that she is going to be filling in for Superman while he’s away on some kind of mission.”
Clark was looking at his watch as if he was timing something. As if on cue Perry shouted, “Lane, Kent, my office! NOW!”
Sotto voce, Clark said, “Twenty seconds. The Chief must be slipping.”
Lois started laughing as they moved together to Perry’s office. Perry was fuming. They both knew what was coming but Lois was still laughing as they sat on his couch after closing the door. He addressed them turning his initial fury on Lois, “You think this is funny, do you?”
Lois sobered instantly, “No, Chief. Sorry.”
Perry wasn’t really mollified by her apparent contrition. He continued, “Okay you two. What’s the story? Why didn’t you say anything about this? With as close as you two are to Superman I’d be very surprised if he didn’t tell you about this beforehand.”
“Well, actually, he did Chief, but he swore us to secrecy.”
“Okay, I might accept that if you hadn’t allowed *LNN* to *scoop* us! Why’d you let that happen?”
Lois responded, “That was Superman’s request. He felt that there has been too close an association between him and the Planet and that it has put some of us in unnecessary danger, me in particular. He wanted to lessen that so he wants to spread out the coverage some.”
“But, why now? This is such a big story and it should have been ours! Well, at least get out there and find her and get me a follow-up.”
”You got it Chief! We’ll get what we can.”
Across town, Luthor had been watching the coverage of the bank robbery. It hadn’t been one of his robbery teams. If it had they wouldn’t have done anything so stupid and been captured by the local superhero. He was shocked to learn that Superman was no longer around and that a woman had taken his place. He thought, <All that work, all those tests to determine just what he could do, wasted. I’ll need to start all over and test her. I wonder if she will be as powerful. Oh well, let the games begin - again.>
He depressed a switch on his intercom and said, “Nigel, my office, if you please.”
He heard back, “Right away, Sir.”
When Nigel knocked on the office door he heard, “Come in.” He opened the door and entered.
Luthor didn’t beat around the bush. He asked, “What progress have you made on getting rid of Clark Kent? I am growing impatient. I want Lane and he’s in the way.”
Nigel replied, “I have a particular individual in mind. He has the finesse to do the job and make it look like an accident.”
“Hire him; I don’t care how much it costs.”
“As soon as he’s available.”
“Why isn’t he able to do the job now?”
“He’s currently in prison, but, he is scheduled to be out soon.”
“Isn’t there anyone else that could do the job?
“Not with his level of expertise.”
“Oh, alright, but I won’t wait forever. Get him on the job as soon as he’s available.”
‘I’ll be sure to do that, Sir. As soon as he is out, I will put him to work and rest assured, it *will* look like an accident.”
“See to it. Send in Mrs. Cox on your way out.” Lex reached for his humidor and pulled out a cigar as Nigel turned and left.
Mrs. Cox entered his office and stood in front of his desk. Lex said, “I want you to contact Lois Lane and set up a follow-up meeting for that ’interview’ she asked for.”
Mrs. Cox, because not only of her position but the more personal services she rendered to her boss felt free to challenge him and asked, “Why her? What do you see in her? What can she give you that I can’t?”
“I’m sorry, my dear, you simply are not her, so you can’t give me what she can, herself and her body.”
Resigned, Mrs. Cox said, “As you wish, Lex.” She turned and left his office as he leaned back I his chair and enjoyed his cigar.
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Flashback TBC
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And now:
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Chapter 4 – Valentine’s Day
December 1993 - February 1994 - Flashback continues
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Lois had been contacted several times starting the previous month by Luthor’s assistant, a Mrs. Cox, hoping to set up the interview. Now that Clark had shared all that he knew about Luthor she had turned down all invitations. Apparently Luthor either thought she was playing hard to get or else he was just disinclined to take no for an answer because she had received repeated calls. It had almost gotten to the point of Lois putting a call block on that number, but, realizing that as soon as she did the calls would simply come from another number she gave up that idea.
On December 13th, first thing in the morning and before Superwoman made her debut, Superman had walked into the twelfth precinct and had asked to speak with Lieutenant Henderson. The desk sergeant had sent him on back.
He knocked on the door and heard, “Come in.” He entered the office and said, “Lt. Henderson, I would like to examine the weapon that was used on Friday in that wishing well incident.”
Bill replied, “Sure, anything we can do to help, Superman. Let’s go down to the evidence room.” Bill got up and moved around his desk to lead the way. As they walked he asked, “Do you have any ideas as to why this incident occurred?”
Superman replied, “I have some theories. What we find in the evidence room will confirm or refute some of them.” As he finished speaking they entered the evidence locker and Henderson spoke to the custodian. A few minutes later the custodian returned with the remains of the camera weapon. In the box was a red and green crystal. Clark immediately recognized it for what it was and asked if he could sign out the crystal and have it turned over to STAR Labs.
The evidence custodian produced some forms and had Superman sign in triplicate with Lt. Henderson co-signing.
Having come prepared, Superman pulled some lead foil out of a pouch in his cape and wrapped it up. He thanked Bill and left.
On December 14th, the day after Lois’ debut, Lois and Clark had gone to see Bernie Klein as Superman and Superwoman seeking his help in returning the powers to Superman. He had run extensive tests and had determined results that he was sure Superman would not like.
“Well, after running the gene study, Superman, it looks like your genetic make-up is exactly that of a normal Earth human. The cells that we got from Superwoman show a similar, but yet still different genetic make-up. I would say that somehow, Superman, you have been changed and are no longer a Kryptonian human. You are now an Earth human while Superwoman is still a Kryptonian human.”
Clark and Lois had discussed this meeting in advance and had decided that they would need to bring Bernie in on the secret.
Superman spoke up, “Dr. Klein we need to ask you if you would be willing to share a secret with us and maintain confidentiality?”
“Why, of course Superman. You can say anything you want. My lips are sealed.”
Lois reached up and removed her mask. Bernie got a look of startled recognition, “Lois Lane?” Looking at Superman, “and Clark Kent I presume.”
“Right you are doc.”
“But, how did this happen?”
“That’s what we were hoping you could tell us.”
“Why don’t we start with – did anything unusual happen recently?”
“Did you read about the wishing well incident a week or so ago?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, when I responded to that incident I was hit with a laser beam from a weapon handled by a woman posing as a news cameraperson.”
“I read about her. She and her sister were identified from their dental records. Nell was a former lab tech in the Advanced Optical Weapons Systems Division of LexLabs. She had been fired because she had been responsible for the accidental destruction of a new weapon and the death of its designer. Nell Newtrich was her name. She had worked here at STAR Labs briefly before going to LexLabs. Apparently she had some talent.”
“We went back to the scene of the incident and also requested that we have a look at the weapon that the police had collected. What we found was this." Clark reached into a small duffle he had been carrying and pulled out a lead box. "Please don’t open it until Lois moves to a far corner and then hold the box so that the lid is between you and her.”
Lois moved away and Bernie opened the box. What he saw was a crystal with parts of metal clips fused to it. “It looks like this is the crystal that was used to focus the laser beam, but this isn’t like any ruby I have ever seen. It glows and has green striations through it.”
“Your analysis would be correct. We believe it was used to focus the laser beam and it isn’t a ruby. That crystal appears to be a blend of red and green Kryptonite. Green Kryptonite weakens and can kill me and Red Kryptonite affects me in unpredictable ways but only once for each piece. They are usually separate but somehow they are combined in this particular piece. When the laser beam that passed through this particular crystal hit me I was holding Lois to protect her from the beam. When the beam was terminated Lois had my powers and I had none.”
“Well, the results of the genetic studies show that your Kryptonian genetic structure has been transferred to Lois. She is now fully Kryptonian human and you are now fully Earth human. The problem is that with no really good idea as to how it was done there is no way to undo it. If it was done by exposure to this crystal I’d say let’s try to reverse it by another exposure.”
“Actually Bernie, we’ve tried that. Yesterday I borrowed a laser from the military and replaced the ruby rod with this and fired it at Lois while she was shielding me the way it originally occurred. There was no change.”
“From what you told me before, that a particular piece of Red Kryptonite only affects you once, then it’s like that exposure happened to her at the same time and it will not repeat. I don’t know what we can do in that case. Perhaps another piece of this Kryptonite might do it.”
“We don’t know where it came from and both of the sisters are dead so we can’t ask them.”
“Can you leave this crystal with me? I’d like to run some tests.”
“Sure, just be careful with it. It may not be usable for restoring my powers but it is still dangerous to Lois.”
“I’ll keep it locked up under tight security.”
They thanked him and left.
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Superwoman had been handling emergencies and improving her technique all the time.
Some of the emergencies she had handled had seemed suspicious and she had talked them over with Clark. That was when she found that she was being tested, actually, Superwoman was, the same way that Superman had been and that *really* irritated her.
This went on for a while and eventually the tests stopped as if the tester, Luthor, was satisfied with the results of the testing.
Lois kept getting calls from Mrs. Cox who was still attempting to set up the interview. Each time she called Lois made sure she was unavailable.
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St. Valentine’s Day, February 14, 1994
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The team of Lane and Kent had been investigating organized crime, meaning Luthor, as usual. With Clark’s inside knowledge of Luthor from his interactions with him as Superman, they were starting to get somewhere. The investigation was moving ahead and they were really starting to peel back the layers of obfuscation, getting nearer to the true core. Unfortunately, suddenly, their primary stool pigeon went missing. Two days later he was found, face down in Hobbs Bay.
It had been a relatively quiet afternoon at the Planet. Clark and Lois had left early because they were going out on a date that evening for Valentine’s Day. When Lois arrived at Clark’s it was 4:30 in the afternoon. They heard a report of an earthquake in San Francisco. She looked at Clark and he said, “Go! We’ll grab something when you get back. Or better yet, since you’ll be on the west coast, why don’t you pick up something in Chinatown and bring it back.”
She smiled and said, “You know, I wish I had been as understanding as you have been. She spun into her Suit and exited through his bedroom, taking off from the balcony. A few seconds later a sonic boom was heard.
Some time later, Clark’s phone started to ring. “Clark Kent.”
“Mr. Kent, I just wanted to see if you were at home. Are you alone?”
Clark said, “Yes, I am. Why? Who is thi …”
He was interrupted by an explosion which originated from a spot near the heater. It was an obvious attempt to make it look like an accident.
In San Francisco suddenly Lois felt a wave of emptiness wash over her. She saw that the reportage of the earthquake was more than a little exaggerated. There was really no significant damage and that the local EMS could handle it. She thought <Something has happened. I need to find out what’s going on.> With that thought she headed back to Metropolis as fast as she could fly.
When she reached Clark’s apartment she saw smoke rising from the rubble. She landed and sped into what remained of his apartment and she found Clark lying amongst the rubble. He was already dead. Kneeling by his side she picked him up and cradled him in her arms as she broke down and started crying. When she heard the sirens she knew that she had to do something. Whoever it was that had done this had to be found. She didn’t want an autopsy performed because they might find out something that she didn’t want found in an autopsy so she scooped up his body and took off. After flying to a local funeral parlor she deposited his body in a casket and dropped a note on the floor stating that they should bill the Superman Foundation for the cost of the casket. Picking the casket up she flew off, flying north until she was near the North Pole where she deposited her burden. After landing she stood there and said, “Clark, I’ll find who did this and bring them in. They’re not going to get away with this.”
She flew back to Clark’s apartment determined to check around for clues and found the police already there. Crossing the yellow ‘Crime Scene’ tape when she arrived at 5:30 she allowed Lieutenant Henderson to interview her. She said, “When I first arrived I found Clark Kent’s apartment had been destroyed by a bomb. Clark was seriously injured in the blast and I have taken him to a secure location until this investigation can be completed and he recovers from his injuries, if he does. His partner, Lois Lane, will make herself available for an interview later.”
“Thanks Superwoman. We appreciate all of your help.”
With that Superwoman flew off and returned to her apartment. Spinning back into regular clothes she threw herself across her bed and started crying uncontrollably. After an interminable time she pulled herself together and called Smallville.
When the phone started ringing Martha picked it up and in a cheery tone said. “Kent residence.”
Lois, upon hearing her voice broke down again and started crying, unable to say anything.
Martha recognizing just who it was from the sound of her weeping and became concerned. She said, “Lois, Honey, what is it? Has something happened?”
“Oh, Martha … He’s gone.”
Martha was startled and took a deep breath, beginning to fear what might come. “Calm down Lois. What happened? Who’s gone?”
“Oh Martha, I’m so sorry. It’s Clark, Clark’s gone! I felt it when it happened. I was in California and I felt it. I don’t know how but I did. Suddenly I felt this empty feeling. I rushed back, I don’t think I’ve ever flown so fast, but, it was too late. It was a bomb, Martha, a bomb!”
Fear blossomed in Martha’s heart, but she had to be certain so Martha asked, “Lois, Lois Honey, calm down and tell me again, who is gone?”
“Oh Martha, it’s Clark. Clark was killed by a bomb, just a little while ago. I was in California so I wasn’t with him. Somebody placed a bomb in his apartment. When it blew up he was killed. I found his remains and because I couldn’t take a chance of an autopsy finding anything odd, I hid them so that whoever did this will not know that they succeeded. Superwoman told the police that she had taken Clark to a secluded location. I’m, or actually, Superwoman is going to get to the bottom of this and it’s time I got to work. Time is of the essence here. If I act now I may be able to catch the culprit.”
Lois sat up on the bed and wiped her tears away resolutely. “There’ll be time for grieving later. But oh Martha, I miss him already. How am I going to handle this?” When she stopped talking and listened she could hear Martha crying at the other end of the line. “Oh, Martha, I’m so sorry,” she sympathized.
Hanging up the phone, she spun into her uniform and took off through her open back window and flew as fast as she could west. Moments later she landed on the Kent front porch. She opened the door and found Martha slumped on the kitchen floor weeping, the phone still clutched in her hand. Not bothering to change out of her uniform Lois rushed to Martha’s side and knelt. Jonathan had heard Lois’ arrival and had come in from the barn. On entering he saw Martha on the floor.
Concern was in his voice as he said, “Martha?” He looked at Lois and asked, “What happened? Where’s Clark?”
“Jonathan, Clark … Clark’s gone.” Lois said.
“Gone? What do you mean … gone?” Jonathan asked.
“It happened a little over an hour ago. Clark was at home. There was a bomb. It exploded. He was killed in the explosion ... I called to tell you … Martha answered … I flew out … I found her like this.”
Jonathan helped Martha to her feet and led her to a kitchen chair where she sat down, heavily. She was weeping inconsolably. “Do you have any idea who did it?”
“I think I do.”
“I’ll take care of her. You go get them and bring them in. Don’t let them get away with this.”
“If you’re sure …”
“I’m sure. You go bring them in.”
Lois nodded her acknowledgement to Jonathan, exited the front door and as soon as it closed behind her she took off for Metropolis. Her anger was boiling over. She knew that it had been a contract hit. It was up to her to find out just who had set the bomb. She might be able to smoke them out if she appeared as Lois Lane. If she did that they just might try again. The tricky part was going to be avoiding revealing herself while she avoided any traps.
It was 7 PM when she arrived over Metropolis she zeroed in on the twelfth precinct and landed in a nearby alley where she spun into her working clothes. She headed for Bill Henderson’s office. As soon as the desk sergeant saw her he waved her through, saying, “Lieutenant Henderson just got here. We called him as soon as we heard about what happened.” Waving her acknowledgement she proceeded down the corridor to Bill’s office. As soon as she stepped in the door Bill said, “Lois! I was just going to try to get hold of Superwoman to find out where you guys were. She said she had Clark in hiding and I thought you would be with him.”
“I was and I will be going back to him. I decided I should come in and give you an update and find out if you had found anything.”
“We pulled the security camera footage from an ATM across the street. We got an image from it which gave us all we needed, an image of someone breaking into Clark’s apartment. One of our lab boys recognized the individual so we have an APB out for Jack ‘The Bomber’ Duggins. I thought he was still in the joint but when we checked we found that he got out of prison a couple of weeks ago.”
“Can I have a picture? I’ll pass it on to Superwoman and she can keep an eye out.”
“That would be a big help.” He picked up a folder from his desk and extracted a photo which he passed over to Lois. She gave it a good look and committed it to memory.
Going on the assumption that he would be seeking the quickest way out of the city, Lois left police HQ and ducked into an alley.
Spinning into her uniform she took to the air. She flew over the airport and used her enhanced vision to check departures. Assuming that he would have immediately gone to the airport and purchased a ticket on a flight out of town she saw that there had been three flights since the bombing. Taking a chance that her assumption was correct, she checked the destinations and went off in pursuit of the aircraft.
In just a few minutes she found the first on the list, using her enhanced vision again she checked all of the passengers.
She came up empty on that one so she headed off to intercept the next one on the list. When she found it she followed the same procedure. Again no luck.
There was one more to try. She located it and followed the same procedure. This time she hit pay dirt.
She flew up beside the cockpit and using hand signals directed the pilot to change course and return to Metropolis. The pilot refused to comply. Superwoman repeated her message. The pilot continued to refuse to comply. She wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Knowing that there would be complaints from the FAA and ATC she decided that she would act and deal with the complaints later. She knew that the pilot would inform ATC about the change to clear the way. Her uniform carried a lot of clout.
She then flew down under the belly of the aircraft and taking hold of it began to exert herself and changed the plane’s course. When she had completed a 180 degree turn she released the plane and flew back up in front of the cockpit. When she indicated what she wanted this time the pilot agreed to the course change.
Superwoman flew next to the cockpit all the way to the ground indicating that the pilot taxi to an unused section of taxiway and park. When this had been accomplished she hovered next to the door and knocked. The head attendant opened the door and Superwoman stepped inside. She asked the attendant for a seating manifest. She saw Jack Duggins in seat 23C. She asked the attendant to bring that passenger forward.
While all of this had been going on Duggins had moved aft to the rear emergency exit, released the door and triggered the inflatable emergency ramp. When he reached the ground Superwoman was there waiting for him. She said, “Jack Duggins, the police want to question you about the bomb that blew up Clark Kent’s apartment.” She picked him up and flew him directly to the twelfth precinct.
She kept hold of him and led him into Bill Henderson’s office. “Lieutenant Henderson, Lois Lane asked me to bring this individual to you for questioning.”
Bill jumped out of his seat, “Right you are! Please take him to interrogation 3, just down the hall.” After seating him in a chair in 3 the door was closed and locked.
She turned to Bill, “Lieutenant Henderson, this is personal with me. I want the people behind this and frankly I don’t care how I get the information. If you will give me a free hand I will get that information for you within twenty minutes. All you need to do is pretend that I didn’t bring him in just yet.”
Bill asked, “You brought someone in? I didn’t see you with anybody. Please let me know when you find our ‘person of interest’.”
“Thanks Lieutenant, I’ll have him back to you before you know it and I’ll have the information.”
Bill unlocked the door and Superwoman entered room 3. She walked over and unlocked the window and bent the bars that covered it enough to allow egress. She said, “I’m going to ask you nicely, just once, who hired you to plant the bomb in the Kent apartment?”
“I ain’t talkin’. I know you won’t do nothin’.”
“I wouldn’t count on that if I were you. You see, I’m *not* Superman. I don’t have his scruples. I will ask you just once more, nicely, who hired you?”
When Duggins saw the stony expression on Superwoman’s face, he realized how much trouble he was in. The money he’d been paid wasn’t worth all this. But for some reason he continued to deny it. “I ain’t talkin’.”
“Okay, you brought this on yourself.” She picked him up and flew out the window. Once outside the building she headed straight up. When she reached thirty thousand feet she stopped and held him there, looking him in the eyes before she asked in a voice so calm that it was menacing.
“How long do you think it will take you to fall from this height? Of course, as soon as I let you go and my aura isn’t protecting you, you’ll start gasping for air and your skin will start to freeze and what air you do get into your lungs will be deficient in oxygen and so cold it may freeze your lungs. You’ll be unconscious for the first oh, fifteen thousand feet or so when the amount of oxygen is enough for you to survive but then you’ll be able to see the ground as it rushes up at you. When you hit there won’t be much left. They’ll have to use a dustpan and broom to sweep up your remains.”
A look of stark fear and panic had taken over his features as she had been speaking. He started babbling, “Some English guy, sorta stocky, Vandyke beard, he wanted Kent out of the way!”
“Who was behind it? What’s his name?”
“I don’t know any names. Just an English guy.”
This revelation hit Lois like a ton of bricks. The description fit Lex’s butler. That meant that Lex had to be behind it, but, why? What was he after? Superwoman said, “Thank you. That’s all I needed to know.” She brought the hand she had been holding at his collar in front of him so that he could see the mini-recorder she held. She said, “I promised I’d have you back within twenty minutes. It’s only been five. Henderson should be pleased.”
“Then this was all a bluff!”
“Maybe and maybe not, I’m not sure. You see, Lois Lane and Clark Kent are very close friends of mine.” She flew back to HQ and returned through the window to room 3.
She knocked on the door and Henderson opened it. She handed the recorder to him. “I didn’t start recording until he started to talk. Here’s his confession but he didn’t have any names just a description. Apparently someone wanted Clark Kent out of the way. He didn’t know why.”
Bill said, “You know, since we didn’t Mirandize him, this will be inadmissible.”
She nodded her understanding as she said, “I know, but I had to find out who was behind it. He’s just the hands, I needed to know who was the brain.”
Nodding his understanding, Bill called for a couple of uniforms. “Read him his rights, book him on attempted murder, conspiracy, destruction of private property, felony theft, arson and anything else you can think of. Get him outta here.” By the time he turned back around Superwoman was gone.
As soon as Superwoman was outside she took off straight up until she was out of sight and then she headed west landing on the porch of the Kent home just a few minutes later. Spinning out of her uniform she let herself in. Martha and Jonathan were still in the living room comforting one another. She moved over to them and wrapped her arms around them both.
The three cried together for a long time. Finally, Lois told them she had found Clark’s killer and delivered him to the authorities, which gave them all some measure of comfort.
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