Lois' eyebrows furrowed and Clark's raised in shock.

"Under arrest?" Lois asked. "Superman's under arrest? Have you been drinking, Joe?" Lois had played poker with Joe before and often consulted with him on stories.

"No, ma'am," the older officer said in an unamused business tone, "and this doesn't have anything to do with you."

"The he—"

"Lois," Clark warned. Arguing with the officers could only make it worse.

She ignored him. "You come into my apartment and it doesn't have anything to do with me?"

He decided it best to ignore her. "Superman, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." He held out the handcuffs.

Lois rolled her eyes. It was ridiculous. If Superman went with them, it would be voluntarily. The handcuffs and the arrest was a joke. She stormed off to the other side of the room like she was angry, which she was, and she whispered so only Clark could hear, "Fly off. Then come back as yourself. They can't arrest you if you're Clark Kent."

He shook his head and slipped on the cuffs. Joe started reading him his rights.

Now she was really angry. "This is insane! What are the charges?"

"There'll be a press conference in 45 minutes, Miss Lane," the younger officer told her, looking genuinely sorry and even somewhat guilty.

The officer started pushing Clark toward the door, so he could get away from Lois and read the Miranda rights without her interrupting. Clark looked back at her, "Don't worry, Miss Lane. I'm sure it won't take to realize this is all a misunderstanding." Joe left with a hand-cuffed Clark.

The younger officer lingered and moved toward Evan. "I'm afraid he'll have to come too."

"That's my stepson," she growled, putting herself between the officer and Evan.

"I'm really sorry, ma'am, but it's orders."

Lois glared at him, but moved. He woke Evan up and asked, "Think you can you walk?"

Evan nodded and looked to Lois for guidance. "Go with him, honey. I'll be right behind you. It's going to be okay. I promise."

The officer took Evan by the hand and left.

Lois found her keys and then floored it all the way to the police station. As soon as she came through the door, she started yelling at the receptionist, "I demand to see Superman right now!"

"He hasn't finished being booked yet, ma'am. If you'll take a seat--"

"I will not take a seat! Do you realize who you're arresting? When this hits the papers, you'll be made a laughing—" she stopped before she finished, forgetting the receptionist. Her eyes had fallen on Nell. She pointed at her and said accusingly, "You—you did this."

The older woman took on an air of self-righteousness. "I'm only doing my duty as a citizen—"

"Cut the crap. I want to talk to you outside, alone."

The receptionist looked concerned. She didn't know if Nell ought to go with such a hot-tempered woman. Nell, sensing the receptionist's concern, nodded at her reassuringly. She didn't known Lois very well, but she knew her enough not to be afraid to go with her.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked Nell as soon as they were outside.

Nell looked a little more sympathetic. "Look, I know he's your husband, but—"

"Do you know your precious niece was behind Evan's kidnapping and mine?"

Nell looked too confused to process what Lois had just said, "What?"

"I said did you know that your niece is the one behind it, behind a lot of things actually."

The expression on Nell's face changed to denial. "I don't believe you."

"You will when you're sitting on the bench at her trial."

"She doesn't have the power to whisk Evan away. Only Superman could do that."

"Or Superman's evil clone."

"Bizarro?" she said more to herself than Lois, recalling what Lana had told her about him many years ago.

"And Evan's real father. Bizarro doesn't care much for parenthood though. He was almost completely in Lana's control, almost being the key word. You can't control a monster and certainly not Bizarro."

"Bizarro?" Nell repeated, looking distressed.

Lois felt a tinge of sympathy for Nell. After all, she had done the best she could in raising Lana and she had thought she was doing the right thing by turning Clark in. She awkwardly patted her arm and said softly, "I'm sorry. I know this must be a shock." An awful thought crossed Lois' mind. "You didn't tell the police, who Superman really is, did you?"

Nell let out a sigh. "As sure as I am-was that he was behind it, I didn't do that. I guess a small part of me said what if."

"So you're going to drop the charges?"

"Yes, but they also think he's behind the murders that have been taking place lately. They have an eyewitness who says he saw Superman killing someone. I believe it was Bizarro now, but you're going to have to convince the police of that. Where is Bizarro?"

It was Lois' turn to sigh, "He's probably in space by now. Martian Manhunter is taking him to a planet where he can't do any harm. I'm sure they'll believe his testimony and Wonder Woman's."

Nell nodded, "Probably."

She pulled out her cell phone and called Chloe. "Has Wonder Woman or Martian Manhunter gotten back yet?" she asked as soon as Chloe said hello.

"You're in trouble again?" Chloe asked in disbelief.

"No, but Clark is. They think he's Metropolis' latest serial killer and I need them to explain to the police that it was Bizarro."

"I'll send them your way as soon as they get back."

"Thanks," she said to Chloe before hanging up and to Nell she said, "Let's go back inside and see what we can do in the meantime."

They went back in calm and side by side. The receptionist was surprised to see Lois calm and even more surprised to see that she had won Nell to her side. "Yes?" the receptionist asked.

"I want to drop my charges," Nell said. "I know now Superman didn't kidnap my grandnephew."

"Can I see him now?" Lois asked. "Superman or Evan?"

The receptionist sighed. "If an opportunity arises that you can see Superman, I'll let you know. I think I can arrange for you to see Evan. Is his mother and father around?"

"His mother is in jail and his father is—busy."

"Busy?" she asked.

"He's a reporter. Sometime that requires being busy. I'm his stepmother and this is his great aunt. Surely you can give him to one of us until this mess gets straightened out."

"I'll see what I can do," she said and then she started making some calls.

Lois and Nell took a seat while they waited, Lois tapping her nails impatiently and Nell gathering up the courage to speak.

"I really am sorry about all this. When Lana disappeared, I panicked."

"It looks like he would have been arrested anyway."

At last, Evan came out with the same young police officer from earlier. Evan looked like he was recovering; he had lost his paleness. He ran to Lois and threw his arms around her and then he hugged Nell.

"Can we go home?" he asked, looking between the two women, unsure of where home was exactly.

Nell looked to Lois. "I've raised one child. I think he should go home with you. If that's okay with you and Clark, of course."

"Of course, it is," Lois smiled gratefully and then she turned her attention back to Evan, "Soon, sweetheart. I think you should go with Aunt Nell for now. Daddy and I have some business we need to take care of."

"Don't worry, Lois," Evan said brightly. "I didn't squeal."

Lois bit her lip partly from holding back laughter and partly because it worried her, the officer hadn't left. She looked up to see his reaction.

He was smiling, "No, but he did tell us a confusing story about how a bad man kidnapped you and him, and how Superman rescued you both. Is that true?"

"Of course, it's true," she retorted. "Why else would Superman be in my apartment?"

The receptionist looked over curiously, obviously she had her own ideas of why. Lois frowned and the receptionist went back to attending to her job.

"Well, you are a reporter and you do a large number of stories on Superman," the officer told her. "It could have been an interview."

"It wasn't. Now if you have finished grilling Evan and me, can I see Superman?"

"I'll see what I can do. I can't make any promises. Whether he kidnapped or rescued this young man, it isn't his main charge. He could be dangerous."

"Of course, he could be dangerous. He's Superman. If he wanted to hurt me or kidnap anyone, he could. Oh, and by the way, in case you're unaware, bars don't hold him back."

He nodded. "I'll see."

Nell got a chance to explain in as much detail as possible why she was dropping her accusation. Then she took Evan back to the hotel to get something to eat and some more rest.

At last, the officer in charge of the case came out, "Lois Lane?"

"Yes?" she said, standing up.

"You can see him now."

He led her into a room where he was waiting.

"Some privacy, please?" she said, when the officer didn't take the hint.

He looked very reluctant. "I'll be outside. Don't try anything funny."

"Don't worry. It'll be as somber as a funeral parlor in here," Lois smarted off.

"I mean it," he said, closing the door.

"Crazy, isn't it?" she asked.

"Not that crazy. Nell turned me in, didn't she?"

"That and you were spotted frying one of the victims."

"Oh, great. Bizarro's probably millions of miles away by now."

"I'd guess light years. Don't worry. Chloe's going to send them here as soon as she gets in contact with them," she put a hand over his.

He squeezed and then pulled away. "Careful. Officer Rivers is liable to bust in here any minute. How's Evan?"

"Much better and he assured me that he didn't squeal."

Clark laughed. "That's good."

They chatted about light topics until their 5 minutes were up.

Lois decided to attend the D.A.'s press conference and give her grief, which she accomplished.

Diana finally showed up. "I'm sorry I took so long. I just reported back at headquarters. "Martian Manhunter's not back yet. He's still in space."

"I'm sure your testimony will be enough. They hardly listen to me."

Diana's testimony was enough and they let him go.

The young arresting officer smiled brightly at Clark as he left. "I had faith in you, Superman."

"Thank you," he told the officer politely.

Once they were outside, he flew off as Superman and then returned in regular clothes.

"Finally," he told Lois. "What a day."

"Just another normal chronicle in our wacky life. I'm sure some maniac called something nutty like Kangaroo Killer will be threatening to blow up the city in a couple hours."

"You need your rest, kangaroos or no kangaroos," he said, placing his hand on her stomach. "And I don't want to hear anything about stories."

"You won't have to. I took the opportunity to write up everything while you were incarcerated. Perry has it all. If it's not in the press, then it's already on the street."

He shook his head as he drew her closer. "You're insufferable. You know that?"

She laughed, "Yep, and that's why you love me."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes as he held the car door open for her. Unfortunately, she was right.

TBC