DISCLAIMER:
Obviously I don't own Superman. Everything belongs to Legendary Films, Warner Brothers, and DC Comics.
"Hey hun."
Lois looked up, startled.
"Hey! Where's the Munchkin?"
"In my office, drawing. Listen, I'm gonna be home a little late tonight, Perry's given my an extra assignment, and I need to stay late to get it done."
"Oh, alright, do you need me to take Jason home, then?"
"Yea, that'd be great." With a quick peck on the cheek, Richard White made his way back to his office in the Daily Planet. He was lost in thought, thinking how he was going to finish both assignments, when he was abruptly brought back to reality by the sounds of rapid clicking. Suddenly, he saw Clark Kent, a large man with coke bottle glasses and brown untidy hair, sitting at his cluttered desk, typing very fast at an outdated keyboard. For a moment, Richard kept walking, not think anything of it, when he stopped.
Taking 3 steps back, he stopped again, right behind Clark, and watched, in amazement as his fingers literally flew over the keyboard, faster than he would have ever though possible. For a second, he though Clark was just randomly typing letters, but as he bent closer the screen, he watches as words appeared there in record time. He was, in fact, typing an article on Superman, which wasn't really a surprise to Richard.
What was though, was the fact that Clark seemed to know that Superman was exactly 238 pounds, Exactly 6,4" and ¾" tall, and he couldn't stand the color black.
Without thinking, Richard put his hand on Clark's shoulder.
Clark, who hadn't noticed Richard behind him, since he was too busy with is article, jumped a mile out of his seat, surprised. He quickly spun around, as Richard said, "Sorry Clark, didn't mean to startle you, but really, relax, deadline's not 'till Sunday for you"
With a small smile, Clark unconsciously pushed up his huge glasses, mumbling an apology to Richard while doing so.
"No worries," he replied cheerfully, walking away. Shaking his head, he added to himself, "Man, that Clark is full of surprises."
Clark sighed, obviously having heard that. He couldn't believe how careless he had been, typing so fast like that, he couldn't given himself away. Turning back to the computer screen, he reread the last sentence had written.
And erased it completely, along with the whole paragraph. Writing this article was actually proving to be much more difficult than he had imagined. He never would have though that writing about himself would be so hard. Then again, he was writing about a Superhero that almost everyone around the world knew. He had to be extra careful with what he wrote. How could a 'simple' reported like him know that Superman had teddy bear name John when he was little?
Frustrated at having to redo the same paragraph for the third time that day, Clark banged his fist without even thinking on his desk, making a framed picture of his mother and father fall down and break.
"Take it easy Clark, there's no rush," and, for the second time that day, he was told that the deadline was Sunday. Of course, Clark wasn't complaining, since he was staring at the beautiful face of Lois Lane.
"Oh, yea, I know, just got a little frustratedā¦" he stammered. Obviously, the conversation wasn't number one on his list of things to talk about with Lois Lane, but any excuse to talk to her was good enough for him. Ever since Clark, or should he say, Superman, came back to the world, things had gotten much more complicated than Clark would have like. Although, it was mainly his fault. How could he have expected to be able to leave the love of his life for five years, and come back to her with arms wide open, waiting for him? Even though it was understandable that she had tried to move on with her life, it still came as a nasty shock when he found out she was engaged. and had a son.
His son. It was hard to believe, but it was true. Jason White was actually Jason Kent. Clark Kent, Superman's, son.
"Heeeeeello, Clark, are you there?" Lois asked, as she waved her hand in front of his face.
"Uh, s-sorry, what did you say?"
"I asked if you were going to the party tonight. It's being held for all the employees at the Daily Planet. Probably Perry's way of giving back after all that we've been through since what happened with-" She cut off, not able to say it. But Clark saved her.
"Oh yea, I wouldn't miss it!" He said enthusiastically. It would finally give him a chance to see his son for more than a few minutes during his time at the Daily Planet, and those short stolen moments he got at night, when he was able to fly into his room as Superman. Not to mention see Lois. Oh no, Clark wouldn't miss the party for anything.
"That's good to hear, at least I now I won't be stuck alone."
The look on Clark's face must have prompted her to say more because she added: "Richard has to stay late and work on his stories."
Clark nodded in understanding, and was about to say something back, when she quickly interrupted, saying, "I'll see you tonight Clark, I have to get the Munchkin home and get us both ready for the party."
She walked away, back towards Richard's office, before Clark could re-start his sentence.
Oh yes, tonight, would be very interesting...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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