"Oh, god, another super-freaking-hero, here we go again."

When we had our first run in, which happened when I mulled him over with my shiny new car (which now has his face imprinted on it, as always smirking) I didn't know how wrong I was about this immortal man being a hero.

(that dangerous smirk should have been a tell all)

"I must disagree, love (and you are something lovely), I've never in my life been called or acted like a super-freaking-hero. So I guess you're in the all clear, and your name would be?"

I should have ran for it right there and then (only sending for a check for both mental discomfort and a new paint job) knowing my knack for getting into trouble and picking up a few bad eggs for boyfriends every now and then.

And so far I managed to date them all, the serial killers, the robots, the mutants, but I've yet to become a trophy on Lex Luther's wall.

(and trust me that will never happen, unless I'm under red kryptonite and or wasted but then I might throw up on his highness and that's always fun)

"Lois, Lois Lane. Now if you please get your face off of my car, bad boy, or you'll need to regrow a new one."

I'm beginning to think what brings me to the scum of the world (at the moment Kent is included) isn't the thrill of being with the bad boy, the villain that always ends up dead or incarcerated at the end of the day, but how damn hot they always seem to be, along with the smile that you can't help but melt for.

(heck I just met the in the flesh Zod, the one that I heard so much about those long years ago, and trust me he can make me his victim anytime)

"Well, Ms. Lane, it's been a pleasure, I'm off to try and take over the world (once again, and let's hope this time I do), maybe someday we'll met again, one can only dream."

(*insert roll of eyes*)

"Fat chance, miracle grow, shut the hell up, pretty boy, and move your ass."

Those words and the starting of the engine (that still purrs like a kitten) and he was off faster then one of those smirks of his could get into your system and drive you wild but lucky me I wasn't one of the fish to get caught in his net.

(but sadly I wasn't fast enough to escape the devious grin of Zod, and now what's left is telling Smallville I'm dating enemy number one)