EXTRA
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It was not difficult for Lois to find her own car in the small parking lot.
She looked around as she opened the door. It was a picturesque view: the orange sky, the garden still flooded with the light of the setting sun, the silhouette of the tall buildings of Metropolis in the background... it was no wonder that Damian had drawn that view so many times - Bruce made sure to show it, very proud, the drawings that the son already managed to make.
— Time for the difficult part of being a reporter... — She murmured to herself.
Lois fastened her seat belt, fastened her cell phone to the dashboard, and prepared to start talking. I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
— I'm going back to the Daily Planet now. Apparently I'll spend the night searching for tomorrow's story... — She sighed — I can't talk about the Wayne, not after what I saw...
The reporter took advantage of being on the empty track to check if the message was being recorded. He also took the opportunity to see the sky again, which was beginning to have darker tones: there was no Superman or Superboy flying around.
— It started when I finished the interview with Bruce. We had a long conversation about everything, especially how easy it was for a reporter to get into that place again... you know, Smalville was first — she whispered the last part as if it were a secret — Actually, the first was Jon: he saw when they arrived in the bay... Where did Bruce get the idea that he would arrive discreetly on a yacht?
Lois was silent for a few seconds: he had to control himself not to curse some idiot who almost hit her car - Why go so fast on an empty track!?
— Alfred arrived and helped me with some loose things... I missed his cookies! — He let a few laughs escape, these laughs that soon turned into a nervous laugh and, at last, it passed away — It was... it was right after that — She sighed, mentally counted to five and returned to the tone of a professional reporter — Jon entered the room screaming ... he came in through the window. Jon came in through the window shouting that they needed to go and save Damian. H-He ... he should be doing an exam, just an exam! — by that time, the professional tone had already evaporated.
The reporter stopped talking.
He had to park the car on the shoulder to wipe away the tears that stubbornly ran down his cheek. It took a few seconds for them to stop.
— It was so fast! I don't even know how I left my son behind while chasing Batman through the halls, but I knew why Bruce was acting like he was wearing the uniform, instead of just being a millionaire recovering from an almost heart attack... — Lois sniffed and almost got out of control again — ... If he hadn't broken the door, I don't even know what could have happened! The nurses were trying to hold on to Damian, it's like they wanted to hide what was going on and continue with that exam and...!
She stopped and let the crying go.
Now, no longer caring about the conditions to finish that story, the reporter began to speak in a choked voice:
— Bruce pushed everyone away, released Damian from those clips and hugged him. I don't know if I would have enough courage, I can't even imagine my Jonathan like that, without being able to help him...! — After taking a few deep breaths, he resumed: — He was shaking so much! A-And ... there was... there was foam, a reddish foam coming out of his mouth! I thought he was going to die! Damian, Damian was like that and...! He's only three years older than my son, only three! He's a child too...!
She cried to the point of sobbing - life really wasn't being fair. What comforted her was how dedicated that inconsequential millionaire was being with his son.
— I don't think they're doing a good job there. I heard murmurs that "the toxin was not effective enough for complete restraint" and I intend to find out what that means... — Lois took a deep breath, trying to stop the crying and return to the professional tone — That place did not seem safe to me. After that, all the complaints that Jon made started to make sense. If I had listened... Clark...
The journalist started the car again, the report was coming to an end.
— I wouldn't say that in front of Bruce and much less Pennyworth, they are too overwhelmed. I sent Jon home and I hope he'll be there when I get there. I just want to forget all this during dinner, I don't want to be crying next to my boys... — She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, getting ready to get back on the track — You are the only one who can get them out of that place without explosions, shouting and anything else that makes more journalists go there. Honestly, I don't know how many of them are not ready as vultures...
She took the phone out with one hand, ready to end that message.
— I know you will only see this when you return from patrol. Bruce said that you are helping the boys... oh, no! — she let a discreet laugh escape, remembering something good from that visit — he said: "cat is helping my children, but she calls every day to find out about our puppy". I never imagined hearing something like that from him... — And, with a more serious tone, she finished: — Save them, Selina.
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NOTA
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At the couples meeting in Batman n. 37 (Renaissance), Lois and Selina became friends. The two talked a lot while Bruce and Clark argued about the biggest question that could permeate that moment: if Batman could hit a baseball pitch from Superman (no, it's not a joke. The two spent the entire tour discussing this).
Poor Alfred is just omitting how bad things are at that clinic because he doesn't want to worry Dick and Jason.
Now about the crisis of Damian: during a seizure, it is common for spittle to come out of the person's mouth (in the form of foam too), so it is important to turn him on his side so he doesn't choke. I'll leave it open here, because frothing is something relatively common in a crisis, the reddish foam can be due to some injury that Damian himself made in his mouth... or some effect of that toxin (not necessarily something bad, maybe he just dyed it his mouth).