Chapter two

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Superman sat in the watchtower, staring at a cup of coffee, thinking about the day. Something about the way Lois was acting was bothering him. She seemed...distant. The other day, she had wandered into a trap. And that speck of blood! It was fresh blood on the left sleeve of her jacket. That's another thing that got him; Lois NEVER took off her jacket, even when it was really hot in the Planet. He knew she felt the heat; she'd sometimes make some remark about the heat. He'd always suggest she take off her jacket and get something to drink. She'd always give him a "are you kidding me" look. It was that look that really got him stumped. If Lois was really hot, she'd remove her jacket. So ether she was faking it, or she was hiding something.

"Kent!" Superman practically jumped out of his seat. He found himself face to face with a very irritated looking Batman. "I think you should have your hearing checked, I've been trying to get your attention for almost five minuets now."

"What's wrong, Bruce?" Superman tried to act casual, but he knew it was pointless; Batman could read him like a book.

"Oh, besides Flash stealing J'onn's Oreo's, and J'onn fighting Flash for the last Oreo, not much that you should be concerned about. So, I'll let you get back to reading your coffee grounds." Batman turned to leave. "But if you want to talk about what's troubling you..."

"How'd you know that something was wrong?"

"Your facial expressions, posture, and the way you where staring at that coffee gave it away."

"Oh." Superman looked back down at his coffee.

"Spill."

"Lois has been acting very strange lately. We where working on a story the other day, and she seemed distant. And today, she started talking about Caylee Anthony, and she ran off. When she did finally return, she had a bit of blood on the sleeve of her jacket. Fresh blood, about three inches beneath her shoulder."

"Any idea how it got there?"

"None, and that's what's bothering me." Superman sighed. "I just wish I knew how I could help."

"Has she been acting depressed?"

"Not really, no." a chilling thought hit Superman, "Do you think she's using drugs?"

"I only know what you told me, and while I doubt it, I would not rule it out." Batman paused for a moment. "Do you want me to do a background check on her? Usually, when a person goes crazy like that, there was some sort of trauma in their childhood."

"I don't know, but it wouldn't hurt to find out."


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