Day Six
"I thought you would have learned your lesson the last time you got mixed up with Luthor."
Desdemona sighed at the shadow that had emerged from the motel room's tiny bathroom, and tossed her mask onto the dingy bed. She wasn't too far in flopping down behind it. Nothing in her arsenal would enable her to escape the Man of Steel. She figured she might as well get comfortable, and settled on the pillows.
"You did know I wasn't serious when I suggested you 'try Gotham'?"
"How far behind you is he?"
"A phone-call yet to be made."
Giving him a slightly confused look, she muttered, "Go on, then. You've got me cornered."
"I'm still waiting for you to pull a piece of Kryptonite out of your utility belt," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest, placing more of an emphasis on the mention of her belt than on the dredging up of past histories wherein she'd tried to kill him.
"Believe it or not, I'm not actually kicking myself for deciding against saving a chip before I turned it over."
"I didn't think you would be." Superman paused, then moved out of the shadow, standing at the end of the bed. "Would you like to tell me your side of the story? I've heard everyone else's."
Gazing up at him for a moment, the young woman murmured, "What is it with you?"
"I have an odd fascination with uncovering the entirety of a story."
After nearly a minute of silence in the room, she sat up again, dropping her hands into her lap. "It's not a story with a happy ending."
"Has it ended?"
"Pen's in your hands now, big guy."
"Then start from the beginning so I can get it all down."