"What are you doing here?" Lois asked Clark.

"What does it look like?" Clark replied.

"I hope you didn't come here to muscle your way in on my story," Lois told him. "How did you even know where I was?"

"I asked Jimmy."

They were standing outside the newest club in Metropolis, Avira an exclusive night club. A few nights ago two men had been found dead outside it, they had been in the club and according to the surveillance camera they had just dropped dead as soon as they had stepped out.

The owner and staff had been questioned but so far there was no clue as to whom or what had killed them.

"So you're here to stop me?" Lois asked him. He gave her a look that said, as if I could. "I came here to help."

Lois glanced at him, "At least you're dressed right," she said. They walked up to the front door and were let in.

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"I can't believe you did that," Lois fumed at Clark.

"Lois," he replied patiently, "the man had a gun. I couldn't let him shoot you."

"So you threw me behind the bar?" Lois sat up and Clark let go of her. She had a splitting headache, and her dress was torn and she hadn't got the story.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"So where is everybody anyway?" she asked him.

"The police came and arrested the men," Clark replied, "turns out that Mr. Black, the owner is really a known drug dealer, and his new drug Thryp killed the two men."

"I can't believe you made me miss all that," Lois said, "did you get anything for my story?"

"Sorry," he replied, not seeming sorry at all.

"So how come they didn't shoot you?" Lois asked him, getting to her feet.

"I don't know," Clark shrugged.

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"You are buying me dinner," Lois told Clark. They were on their way to her apartment. "To make up for making me miss the story and ruining a perfectly good dress."

"Fine."

"It was totally unrealistic," Lois said, they had finished eating the food that Clark had brought to her apartment. "She should have been able to totally tell that he was Zorro."

"How?"

"Please," she said, "he is the only man of that size and build in the whole of Los Angeles. Plus she saw both of them face to face and she spoke to them. Just because a man says he doesn't like swords and fighting doesn't mean that he can't fight."

"Maybe people are just blinder than they think they are," Clark replied, "and for the record I think his disguise was very good."

"Of course you would say that," Lois told him.

"Lois, is it so hard to admit that you did need my help after all?" Clark asked. They had been talking about their adventure at the night club when Lois had changed the subject to Zorro.

"I did not need your help," Lois replied, "I could have handled it."

"Fine," Clark replied, "I guess you don't need the dessert as well." He was holding a box. "And yes, before you ask, it the Death by Chocolate cake from that place that you love."

"You're on," Lois replied, standing up to make a grab for it.

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