Hopeful Idiot
Chapter 16: Lessons, Winston, & Nothings
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[begin sex scene – don't like it, skip to end]
He thought he'd learned his lessons rather well.
"I'm going to miss you," Clark whispered into her shoulder between kisses. Those long lingering kisses that made her moan.
He'd taken his father's instructions to heart. Especially the ones that insisted Clark listen to his not-yet-mate's sounds. The catches of her breath, the increased beating of her heart, the moans and groans, and what made them speed up in desire.
Clark had learned quickly that his Hope didn't enjoy his kisses to her neck, but when he nibbled gently on the apex of her shoulder joint, then gradually kissed his way inwards, she would melt in his arms. And the sounds she made when he held her just a little too hard, when his hands were linked and right at the small of her back…! If didn't know any better, he'd think he was already inside her, no matter that they were completely clothed.
"Hard to miss me…" Hope breathed, "…when I've not…left yet."
"I'm saving up for when you're gone," he insisted.
"Saving up? Oh!"
"Saving up…your moans," he demonstrated by doing that thing with his teeth she liked, eliciting the expected moan, "your cries…" Clark slid his first two fingers easily inside her and quirked his middle finger in just the right spot, making her cry out on cue. "That sound you make," he maneuvered his fingers in and out in several short jerks, creating a squishing that was suddenly loud in her ears. "…and this one…" He replaced his fingers with his length and Hope let out a long groan of pleasure beneath him, wrapping her legs around his knees. He stilled for long breathless seconds, bending to nibble that special spot on her shoulder. He still until she was writhing impatiently, urging him on without words and her legs tugging him close.
Then he began again with short, sharp thrusts that made his Hope writhe and cry out with each stroke. He thrust until her cries became urgent and impatient yet again. Her legs shifted position, hips dropping wider. He sped up…but only slightly, wanting it to last longer. Hope gripped his hair, tugging his head to her breast.
He obliged her, loving the increase in pitch of her moans. But he was careful with her breasts. The nibbles were much gentler on her nipples than on her shoulders. Barely a tug of his teeth at the very edge would make her whimper with ardor, whereas any harder would result in a different sort of cry. He wanted her passion, not her pain.
He'd learned well.
He waited for that change of pitch. Waited for her hips to drop just a degree lower. Waited for her to shift her knee up just that little bit.
Then he allowed himself to shift his own weight, holding her hips with both his hands as he jerked her forward onto his full length. (Listened to her cries with half an ear, making sure they didn't change into a different sort of pitch. A tone that would still his movements instantly if ever he heard it.)
He leaned backward to pull her forward more sharply. She leaned forward to catch his own nipple between her teeth and tug, one hand holding his chest to her mouth as the other held his neck for balance. Her breath was ragged in time with his own. He plowed her as much as he dared, and she urged him on. Meeting him thrust for impatient thrust.
The pull and tug of their bedroom rocked and thumped.
Her loud moans and his groans echoing in the space.
Until finally, Hope's cries pitched that little bit higher and he knew she was close. Her legs pulled him closer, her knees dropping that bit wider, and he sped up that one last bit. She tore her mouth from his chest, her head dropping back as she cried out in completion.
He didn't stop however. He kept moving with her, the give-and-take of the most gentle rocking of his hips intwined with hers, moving her even higher. She cried out again only three seconds after the first time, but still he didn't stop and he heard her pitch change into a throaty yell as her second climax became a third without pause between.
It was only when her breath hitched and she began to bodily shudder in his arms that he allowed himself to lengthen his thrusts for his own pleasure. His first was her fourth and he wouldn't have it any other way.
They lay collapsed on their sides facing each other, breathing deeply as if they'd run a marathon.
Clark grinned, "I'm getting better."
Hope groaned and slapped a hand over her face. "If you get any better, you're going to kill me."
His grin widened.
"I can't move as it is," she mock-grumbled. Her body was still going through aftershocks.
He loved watching her body. Loved listening to her. "I'm going to miss you. Soon." He rolled to begin kissing her shoulder at that spot she loved so much…
She growled and slapped his face haphazardly. "Miss me later! Sleep now! I'm not even leaving until the morning. I need sleeeep…"
Her words trailed off as his kissed lingered longer and his fingers went from her hip to between her thighs and curled. "But I miss you…" It didn't take long for her sounds to change from mild annoyance, her heartbeat beginning to speed up again, enticing him to move ever downwards. "I'll miss your taste…" His tongue replaced his fingers, his hands moving to hold her apart. No matter how much she squeezed, or her hands pulled his hair, he would not move from his spot.
"Oh God. Clark!" she screamed. He placed a particular finger on a particular spot and licked. Her hands yanked but he didn't budge. "Fuck!"
He grinned into her. A new sound. She'd never used that word in bed before. He licked that same spot again, getting the same response. Lazily, he stopped and looked up at her, his eyes heavy lidded sapphire. "You still want to sleep?"
"You bastard!" She yanked. He didn't move. "I can sleep on the fucking plane, now MOVE!"
He moved. She screamed.
He rather thought he had learned his lessons well. Certainly had her saying his actual name more often instead of his moniker. Both made him grin, but for entirely different reasons…
Later, Hope gasped, "Good thing we soundproofed."
"Got tired of the complaints," Clark shrugged with a self-satisfied grin.
[end sex scene]
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"Have you got everything?" Hope asked.
"Me? What about you?" Clark blinked at his lover who was hovering over her suitcase; already bursting with two sets of clothes, toiletries, and eight different cords; wifi hotspot, satellite phone, large bottle of sunscreen (SPF 100), computer tablet, heavy-duty microphone, headset, and two other electronic somethings he couldn't identify. "You know you're only leaving for four days."
"Four days in the desert, playing computer monkey for Lois. Clothes are practically a side-note at this point." Hope pointed to her packed clothes, listing under her breath as she acknowledged that she hadn't forgotten anything. "I can live in dirty clothes, but I don't know what I'll need for Lois' computer-y needs until I get out there to the conditions in Dusty Butt-fuck Nowhere, so I'm trying to remember everything and I still don't know if its enough."
There was one thing glaringly missing, he saw. "Your laptop?" he offered.
"Carry on only," she shot back instantly in an are-you-kidding-me tone.
The puppy jumped up and planted himself on top of her pile of cords. His eyes were big and his head canted at the perfect angle to show off. He couldn't speak, but he communicated very well.
Hope couldn't help herself. She immediately gave him a cuddle, "Sorry, buddy, but you can't come with me." She kissed the top of his head, gently picked him up and set him to the side of the suitcase.
His response was to jump back into the middle of her suitcase and lay down. He even tucked his tail so that it wasn't hanging off the end. His big black eyes looked up at her from laying on his paws.
She put her hands on her hips and tried valiantly to glare. "Between you in my suitcase, and Clark trying to con his way onto the trip, I'm not sure—" she was stopped by that soft nibble. "…why I'm even arguing…" She paused and then physically backed off and hit the alien in the chest. "Stop it! I'll never make the plane this way."
The puppy jumped up, barked once, and bounced a bit on her clothes.
She pointed her finger at him. "I do so need to go. They pay me. Don't help him, Winston. He doesn't need it."
Clark and the puppy paused. "Winston?" Clark asked. The puppy tilted his head with a small "Arroo?"
They—meaning Hope—had been trying out new names for the puppy ever since said puppy had come into their lives. Krypto had been nixed for being too obviously connected to Krypton and Kryptonite, and thus to Superman.
Ace (the wonderdog!) had been canceled by Hope for the exact reasons as Krypto. Too obvious for anyone who chose to think long enough. Snowball had been rejected by the dog himself, who had looked absolutely disgusted at the very idea, (Simultaneously letting Hope know how much the puppy understood English.) as had Pearl and Ivory. At which point, Hope had pulled up Google.
Max had been deemed extremely boring. The playful suggestion of Bruce had earned Clark a chest slap from Hope. Jasper had made them all pause and consider, as had Zeus, Apollo, Milo, Toby, and Dexter. Today's attempt: Winston.
"As in Winston Churchill," Hope explained. "Still in the top 20 common names, but has a bit of pizzazz and history. Something to grow into. Doesn't match his coloring at all, but I gave up on that," she finished on a mutter then looked at the dog. "Winston Churchill led Britain to victory during World War 2. He was able to do a lot of things, make a lot of decisions, that most people wouldn't have, in the midst of almost impossible odds. He's a very famous, amazing man." She left off a lot of things about Churchill that a puppy didn't need to know.
Clark pondered the name before slowly nodding. "I can see him as a Winston. What do you think, boy?"
Hope and Clark were expecting similar responses that the pup had given before: shrugs, hunched posture, growls, or once a face suggesting the pup had smelled feces. Instead, the puppy considered for long moments, then began to nod and wag his tail.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? You like Winston?"
The newly dubbed Winston hopped a little on his front feet and gave a happy bark of acceptance.
"Winston it is!" Clark smiled. "I'll get your collar I.D. made today."
Winston thumped his tail hard on Clark's chest. "Sorry, buddy, but collars are required. Leashes too." He thumped his tail harder, expressing his opinion to that.
Hope let out a giggle as she zipped up her suitcase. "If it makes you feel any better, humans wear collars, leashes, and I.D. too." As if to demonstrate, she pulled out her wallet and showed the pup her driver's license. "My I.D." She held up her cellphone. "My leash." She put both away. "The only difference, is that ours look different and we can carry ours in a pocket or purse." She went into the bathroom to see if she'd forgot any toiletries.
Winston gazed at the evidence of what she said, then cocked his head, looked at Clark, and barked once. He saw he wasn't being understood, so he nosed at Hope's purse, looked back at Clark, and barked once again.
"You want a purse?"
Winston glared, showed his teeth, and demandingly put down a paw.
"You want a wallet?"
Tail wag. Bark. Paw. Tail wag.
"You want a wallet with your own I.D.?"
Happy bark and unceasing tail wags.
"Okay, we can do that." Clark blinked and realized he had no idea how to do that. "Hope," he called, "where would we find a dog-sized wallet?"
There was a pause and Hope came out of the bathroom, hairbrush in hand. She was trying to suppress a grin as she put up a front of seriously contemplating the task set before her. All for the sake of a dog. "Might want to wait until he's fully grown—"
Winston's growled opinion of that stopped her mid-sentence.
"—Don't growl at me, young pup." Hope shook her finger at him and he instantly quieted. "I'm trying to help. You don't growl at people trying to help. Now, how about using a child's toy wallet? You can use one of those until you're grown and we can make a more sturdy permanent one."
"That sound good?" Clark asked the dog. Winston grinned doggedly at him, complete with tongue hanging out. "Good."
"And now that he has a name, I want you to register him as an E.S.A." Hope interjected absently as she pushed the hairbrush down into the suitcase without regard to contents.
"E.S.A.?" Clark asked hesitantly.
"Emotional Support Animal. I looked it up and it costs less than $100, and the paperwork will let him go anywhere with us, including the grocery store and other public buildings."
"That's legal?"
Hope laughed. "Clark, you'd be amazed at what's legal with the right paperwork. As long as he has a collar and leash, is registered, and can behave himself, he can go just about anywhere. Even into schools and businesses, or flying coach. Most people don't even ask, or don't look closely even if they do ask. The paperwork would be more concrete if I registered as having some anxiety or social disorder, PTSD or something, but we can get the ball rolling and say he's training to be a E.S.A. for now."
Privately, Clark considered his openly assertive, aggressive, occasionally vindictive, lover who hated crowds and people, swore extensively, and had intimacy issues. Very privately, he thought getting the official paperwork to certify Hope Kramer as having some anxiety or social disorder would possibly be a piece of cake. If such was ever needed or wanted.
"Okay, I think I'm ready," Hope looked at him. "You have the numbers?"
Clark obediently nodded. "The hotel, your cell phone, Lois' cell phone, the sat phone, and a partridge in a pear tree." He sang the last with a grin. They had already been through this list several times.
She mock-glared, but grinned after a second or two. She knelt on the floor, eye-level with Winston. "You've got your chewies?" A puppy nod. "Your favorite blankie?" Nod. "Your favorite toy?" Nod. "The emergency button?" Nod and bounce-bark. "I know I'm being paranoid, but its just in case."
"Honestly, I've never even heard of an emergency button for a dog." Clark playfully growsed.
"Well, what if something happens while you're at work or on patrol? What if he chokes on a bone? What if he falls? What if someone breaks in? What if the building catches fire? What if—"
Clark stopped her with a laugh, pulling her into his chest and hugging her tightly. "Nothing will happen, love. He's Kryptonian. He'll break any intruder's leg before he breaks his teeth, even at his age. He can't catch fire. And if he falls, he'll either bounce, make a crater when he lands, or quite possibly fly away." Clark steadfastly did NOT say anything about the choking comment, as that was the one thing that could possibly happen and result in bad things he didn't want to think about. Which was what the emergency button was for. He'd just explain to Winston after Hope was gone that swallowing things whole was bad and that would be that. "Quit worrying."
She sighed as she rested her forehead against his chest. "Not sure that's possible…but I'll try."
"And remember, I'm only a call away." He kissed her and smiled. "Literally." As long as she was gone, a lot of his mind would be straining his ears, listening for voice or her emergency beacon. "I can pop in whenever you want."
Hope sighed again and stepped away. "No, Clark, you can't. Superman can pop in whenever he wants, but Clark Kent is staying here." While Clark and Superman were the same person, they also weren't at the same time. Hope was dating Clark, but to the world, Superman was dating Lois. They were even orchestrating it that way! But she couldn't help but feel jealous, though she had no right to be. She knew it wasn't real. She knew that Clark didn't love Lois, nor did Superman. It was all an act for the masses. Hope had to trust that.
There was a knock at the door.
"Speak of the devil," Hope muttered.
"Arooo?" asked Winston.
"It's just a human saying." Hope gestured as Lois walked in. "Time to go?"
"Yup," Lois nodded. "All set?"
"As I can be." Hope knelt to hug Winston tightly. He made her giggle with his puppy kisses. Then she stood and hugged Clark, decidedly not-giggling when he gave her not-puppy kisses.
"Save it you two, or we'll be late to the airport."
Clark gave a mock-growl, letting Hope's lower lip linger in his mouth longer than the rest, drawing it away from her for several seconds before releasing it. "Go, before I change my mind about letting you on the plane and just flying you there later."
"Why did we say that was a bad idea?" Hope asked, gazing at his mouth hungrily.
"Paperwork!" Lois yelled, waving a hand between the two. "Lots of paperwork! Now scoot. Taxi's downstairs." She waited until Hope was out the door before following. "Day-amn. Give me the vapors and I was just watching…!"
"You're just jealous."
"Of course I am!"
Clark grinned as they continue to grouse. He looked at the puppy. "You know, eventually they might actually get along, I think."
Winston sneezed.
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Two Days Later
Hope slowly grinned. "We're done?"
Lois smiled at her and nodded. "We're done."
"I can pack up?"
"Yup."
"No more dust?"
"Nope."
Hope whooped and bounced happily on her toes as she began to disengage the multitude of wires. "Give me a half hour and we can get the heck out of here." It was no offense to the locals. She just missed her bed. Missed not having dirt in her food and clothes. Missed her cuddles. Missed her dog. Missed her Clark.
Lois laughed at her. "Our plane doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon."
"For you maybe!" Hope retorted. She had gotten quite happily used to not sleeping alone, thank you very much, and she didn't like the alternative as much as memory suggested. She would fly Air-Clark and be done with it.
It was after the bags were loaded and she was double-checking that they hadn't forgotten anything, when Hope began to get a bad feeling.
She frowned, looking at the perfectly clear sky.
"What is it?" Lois asked.
Hope shook her head and got in the car. "Nothing."
But the feeling didn't go away. In fact, it got stronger. Her frown got stronger.
A fact which Lois noticed. She looked over in concern. "You okay? What's wrong?"
Hope shook her head. "I don't know. I just… Something feels…" she didn't have the words to describe a feeling even she couldn't identify.
"Headache? Nausea? Hot flash? Cold flash? Heartburn? What?" Lois offered. She sniffed heavily. Nothing but dust. No musty smell of mold. No tang of gasses. No tinge of water. Lois rolled down the windows, listening intently. They were out in the middle of nowhere. Not even the buzz from power lines nearby. No city noises. No sirens; police, ambulance, or otherwise.
She looked over at Hope, who actually looked a bit green. "You're not pregnant, are you?" It was the only thing she could think of.
Hope wasn't paying attention. "Pull over." She didn't feel right. Something was wrong. She had no idea what, but it was significant and it was immediate.
Lois didn't argue. There was an old possibly abandoned gas station just up ahead and she pulled in. She'd barely put it in gear when Hope was out of the car, taking great heaving breaths as she leaned against a gas pump for support. Lois went to the back of their rental station wagon and began to paw through bags, looking for the special emergency beacons Superman had given her. This might not be an emergency, but they were in the middle of absolutely nowhere. By the time it possibly became an emergency, they would still be in the middle of nowhere. Having the beacon out, ready to call if needed, was best.
Fortunately, Lois planned ahead. All the Superman-given emergency supplies were in a small bag in the front pocket of her bag. She only had to find the right bag to be able to grab it. With her other hand, she closed the zip and then the door.
Lois was in the process of turning back to Hope, going outward in the longer turn in order to see the most expansive view (reporter habit), when she saw the odd dark thing moving toward them. It wasn't a person nor an animal. But it was absolutely the most terrifying thing she had ever encountered up to that moment. "Hope!" she shouted as she became aware of a rumble that was steadily growing louder. "Get in the car!"
It was only that they were in the middle of desert flat plains that allowed them to see the thing coming towards them so far away. It was probably two miles away when she first noticed it, and it was gaining quickly.
The thing was like a tear in the fabric of reality. An utterly black nothing that opened in jagged pieces, growing ever closer. Then a piece of her realized that nothing natural did that. Natural things didn't do that.
As Lois was staring at the ever-increasing black nothing, Hope ran up to her. Well, staggered more like. She couldn't keep her footing at all as the ground beneath them swayed and rumbled. Hope looked at the thing, grabbed Lois' hand, and physically dragged the woman towards the gas station.
"The car—"
"Too late. Solid structure. Beams." Hope rejected the suggestion in jumbled words. She knew what she meant, even if she couldn't verbalize it however. She shoved Lois towards the door of the station, but when Lois was going to go into the building, Hope held her and dragged her back to the doorframe. "Here. Solid beams." As far as Hope knew, the best place to be in an earthquake was small enclosed places, or in doorframes. Tighter spaces had better physics for remaining standing. A cast iron tub with a mattress over them would be ideal, but they had neither. Hope didn't live in earthquake country, but they had done earthquake drills and tornado drills when she was a girl and she remembered.
So Hope braced the pair of them in the doorframe of an old abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere, and tried valiantly not to think of the worst things that could happen as the nothing caught up to them. A tilt of her head let her watch as it ate their rental. She was very glad they hadn't been in there.
Then the rumbling nothing caught them and both women cried out involuntarily as the world itself seemed to shake violently. Glass broke. Beams splintered. Things crashed. Crunched. Metal shrieked. Hope screamed as something fell on her, leaving a line of burning fire in its wake. Lois screamed as she was pitched sideways, no longer able to keep upright, and fell into something awkwardly.
It seemed like forever before the earth stopped moving.
"Hope?" Lois called softly.
"Yeah?" she answered, barely daring to breathe.
"You okay?"
"Not so much. You?"
"Maybe broken leg. Ribs. Wrist. I think." A low groan as Lois tried to move around. "Nope, definitely broken leg!" A pause as the other redhead gathered herself. "What do you think happened?" Another, longer pause. "Hope? You're bleeding."
Hope groaned. "I have…no doubt…" She hurt. It hurt to breathe. She didn't think that was a good sign. That weird sucking sensation wasn't good either.
"I'm pinned, Hope. I can't get to you. You need to come to me. I've got the emergency kit. Okay? Hope?" Lois' voice was weird to Hope's ears. As if coming through a water barrier, even though Hope knew that was impossible. They were in the desert. There was no water.
"Can you hear me? Hope? Come on, Hope. Talk to me." Lois sounded worried.
Hope wondered what was wrong. But she hurt. It hurt to think. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to stand. Wait, she could sit. Would sitting hurt? Well, sitting sounded good to try. Hope tried to ease to one side, but didn't end up sitting so much as falling. It didn't make her hurt any worse. That was alright then.
"Hope!" Lois yelped. "Shit Hope, where is all this blood coming from? You're covered in it."
Hope blinked slowly, "You hurt?" Was Lois bleeding? That would be bad. Lois bleeding was bad.
"Me?!" Lois shook her head sharply once as she regained her composure. It took all her reporter training of staying calm in the face of chaos, but she did it. First thing, locate the emergency bag. Lois looked around as calmly as she could, making sure to turn over pieces where they had fallen to not miss any nooks, when she saw the very dusty bag. It was even within Hope's reach, though not Lois'. "Hope, see that bag? I need you to give it to me." She paused, but when the other didn't respond, she shook her sharply, producing a groan. "Hope! You've gotta stay awake. That bag. Hand it to me." She tried again with shorter words. "Hope. Hand me that bag. That bag, Hope. Hand it to me, Hope. Hope! Hand that to me."
Hope thought the world was getting a bit weird around the edges. And Lois was barely making any sense. But she understood the general idea, and looked where Lois was pointing. She reached over and grabbed the weird squishy thing. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It took everything she had to drag it up and over her body to give it to Lois.
Lois swallowed hard as she heard Hope whimper, knowing that the stoic woman would normally have bitten her own hand off before showing such vulnerability. That whimper told her that it was even worse than what Lois feared.
Lois wasted no time. Using her off-hand to open the bag, digging through to find the emergency beacon. This definitely counted as an emergency. Built like a car's key fob, she flipped it open and pressed the button. Immediately it began to pulse with a red light, indicating it was activated.
Knowing that Superman was out there helping others was one thing, but she also knew that this thing had a limited range. So Lois next grabbed the locator beacon—which Clark had explained was a different system with a different range—flipped it open and activated it as well. Just in case. They were both badly hurt, the car was literally nowhere in sight, and they were in the middle of the desert. Things couldn't get much worse.
"Hope? How are you doing?" Lois waited a beat. "Hope?"
No response.
Lois dug and found the three weird capsule things, the last items in the small bag. They took up the most space. One had a 'H', one a 'K', and the last 'KH'. She dropped the K and H capsules back into the bag, then tried to pull the lid off the KH. Lois cried out in pain of her broken wrist, unable to grip it enough to even attempt to pull. "Hope? Talk to me, Hope."
No response.
Lois grabbed the lid in her teeth and used her good hand to twist and pull. The container fell into two pieces into her lap. The cap went onto the bottom of the second part with another teeth-twist, (Lois wondered if she should also book an appointment with her dentist after this.) creating a metallic plunger-looking thingie.
Lois looked at the buttons on the side of the thing and had no idea which to push. There were a set of them in a range of colors: blue, green, orange, red, black. She was supposed to pick the severity of injury, so that the thing dispensed the correct dosage of drugs. "Hope? Say something. Call me a bitch. Anything."
No response.
Lois hit the black dot, waited anxiously for the 'click', 'whir', then a small white cross lit up, indicating it was ready. She drove it into Hope's neck. Clark had said for it to go into the heart, but Lois couldn't reach that far, she was pinned in place by a fallen support beam. But the carotid went directly to the heart, right? It should be close enough. Right?
When the container's white cross blinked off, Lois took it away from Hope's neck. She hoped it would be enough to save the other. That much blood loss… Lois was sure she could see some white of bone too.
Not wanting to think too hard about such, Lois pulled out the H capsule and injected herself with the green dot. It didn't take more than a breath or two before her pain decreased. As far as she could tell, Lois herself had the broken bones, but she didn't seem to be cut. Lots of bruises though. She'd be black and blue for weeks. She ran her fingers through her hair. No blood on her fingers. She hadn't hit her head. Honestly, she thought the blue would've been fine, but had sided with caution and gone for the green. (She had no idea how green was worse than blue on Krypton, but she didn't make the rules.) She had wondered about a concussion or internal something that she couldn't feel.
"Now we wait," Lois guessed.
Hope moaned softly.
Lois took that as a good sign.
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Finished: 9.21.2020 Wordcount: ~5k
We've come to the first Christopher Reeves movie! I have rewatched it several times, but weirdly there isn't much from Lois' perspective. She misses most of it. Even Clark misses most of it, since two-thirds of the movie is setting things up. Weird, huh? I'll do my best to flesh things out, as well as making them more understandable and content-valid for the Nolan movies and then DoJ. Trying to tie in all of them, while eliminating plotholes is very difficult, given that even the Superman movies contradict themselves. Go figure. But I'm trying!
No many people entered the "Rename Krypto" event, so I hope that you like what I chose. I debated what to name him for ages!
And for the longer wait, you got a longer chapter!
Please tell me what you think, but please don't be too harsh. I know it's not perfect.