Clark really couldn't say what his obsession with the brunette reporter was. Before going to another world, she was only a pain in his side that he'd tried to fire many times. Now she intrigued him.
Maybe it was learning that his goody-two-shoes counterpart was romantically linked to her. What about her had made any version of him fall in love with her? Sure she might be attractive enough if it wasn't for her big mouth, but that was hardly reason to get engaged, was it?
Why had he performed the rescue? Probably it was her determination to see him as a villain. She was so sure he wouldn't do something without an ulterior motive that he'd enjoyed proving her wrong for once. He might even do it again.
A call came in. It was Tess. Now there was a woman that was more his type or at least someone that understood him. "Yes?"
"I need to see you right away."
"I'm not in the mood right now."
"Not about that," she said, her voice full of irritation. He supposed he should have noticed the lack of seduction in her voice. She was in business mode. "We need to talk about the shipment of kryptonite coming into Metropolis and how to stop it. It's going to spell the end of all our plans."
"And my life," he added dryly.
"Probably," she agreed. "Which is why you should meet with me ASAP."
His adopted sister was easy on the eyes and they helped each other out because they had mutual interests, but she didn't really care about him. No one did. However, stopping Queen Industries' shipment was one of those mutual interests, so he sped off to plan with her.
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Lois burst into the penthouse, "I don't think we should kill him."
"Who?" Oliver asked, looking very confused. There were papers spread out all over the coffee table and he had someone on hold on the phone. He looked to be trying to buy out another farm in Smallville.
"How many people are on your hit list?" she asked, feeling mortified for a moment.
"Just Clark Luthor. Only I couldn't believe that you would possibly be insinuating that we can let him live. Did he drug you at that dinner of yours?"
"Of course not. I didn't even stay past the first glass of wine if you must know. He was too insufferable. I'm just having second thoughts again. It's not right just to gun down another human being if there's a better way. Can't we just take him into custody?"
He laughed at her and then he spoke to her as if he were explaining it to a child. "No, we can't lock him up. He would bend the bars and kill everyone involved for the sheer pleasure of it because he can. Don't you see that?"
"What I see is that you're not taking it seriously. If there's a way around his invulnerability, surely there's a way around his strength, and it's the humane thing to do to figure out how to do it. Have you thought about kryptonite infused bars?"
"I guess I haven't," he said slowly.
"No, you haven't, but you should. It's the right thing to do. Killing someone even a murderer should always be the last resort."
He was smiling at her now but gently and lovingly this time, not just humoring her. "Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be married to you? You're my moral compass."
She wasn't sure she liked being called a moral compass, but he meant it sweetly enough and was trying to reconcile. "I just know that you're a better man than resorting to his tactics."
He was in front of her now and brought her into a hug. "I promise if there's a way to bring in Clark Luthor peaceably, I'll find it."
It wasn't a promise not to kill him, but she supposed that would have to do for now. "Thank you."