Disclaimer: I don't own Superman except for a few commerical products found just about anywhere.

A/N: Okay, so the last chapter was basically fluff. But don't worry- there's a lot more scheming in this chapter. ;) Oh, and a thank you to LostNSpace for reviewing my developing story!

Meanwhile, back at the Daily Planet newsroom, the reporters were looking up at the television, watching Superman yet again save lives, and then fly away. One reporter, though, wasn't. Lois Lane instead looked at her clock, ever the professional, wondering when Clark was going to get back so they could start on their story.

Suddenly, Clark rushed in through the door and walked quickly over to Lois's cubicle.

"Sorry I'm late getting back from lunch, but I was just so caught up in eating and--"

"Later, Clark. Superman just saved some people from a building collapse. We need to find out where he went after that so we can interview him," Lois said in an extremely matter-of-fact way.

Clark glanced over in the mirror that was on Lois's desk, and to his dismay he saw some paint chips and concrete stuck in his dark, mussed hair. He tried to brush them out discreetly, but Lois saw what he was doing.

"Clark, why do you have paint chips in your hair?"

"Oh, um, I banged my head against the wall, and some plaster fell on my head. I guess some stayed in my hair," Clark barely stuttered out under the investigative pry of Lois.

"Hm," Lois answered, grudgingly accepting the story. "Anyways, I think tonight we should do some background research on Lex Luthor and Superman. You know, their origins and stuff like that. Just to further acquaint the public to these two men."

"Yeah, Lois, that sounds like a good idea," Clark said nervously.

"I'll take Lex Luthor, because I need a change of scenery. I've done too many stories about Superman. If that's alright with you, of course," Lois asked Clark.

Clark breathed a small sigh of relief. "Yeah Lois, that's great."

As Lois Lane walked away, Clark was try to think what about Superman's past-his past-that he should include in the article.

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At that moment, in a mansion that used to belong to an old widow, a bald man sat, scheming.

"Kitty, do you know what always gets in the way of my brilliant schemes of real estate grandeur?" Lex Luthor asked his girlfriend.

"Superman?" Kitty answered, not quite sure what this was leading to.

"Exactly Kitty. Now, what draws Superman to it more than anything else in the world?"

"Your plans for getting beachfront property by any means necessary," Kitty answered triumphantly, sure that she got the answer correct.

"NO! It is in fact, a person. A person we both know. And that person is Ms. Lois Lane, Daily Planet reporter extraordinaire. Whenever she's in trouble, there comes Superman with his silly red cape, rescuing her every time. It seems he has a little crush on him. So, the key to taking over the world, is to kill Superman. And the key to catching and killing Superman is who, Kitty?"

"Lois Lane," Kitty said, a light dawning on her.

"Exactly Kitty! So all we have to do is capture Ms. Lane, convince Superman to trade himself for her, and then kill him using my favorite substance in the world," Lex said evilly. "After that, nothing can stand between me and the world!"

"But Lex, where will you be able to get Lois Lane?" Kitty asked, a picture of innocence.

Lex Luthor glanced over at Kitty, an evil smile creeping onto his face. "Why, we go to the press, of course."

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Later that day, Lois Lane found herself on the bitter end of a fruitless search for everything, anything about the villain Lex Luthor. Banging her elbow on her desk and sighing, she attracted some attention from her fellow reporters, and a confused-looking dark haired woman standing in the corner that seemed to be looking for something. The woman peered at her, and than gasped; an expression of delight came upon her face.

The woman, Kitty of course, hurried over to Lois and started speaking rapidly to her, "Oh my! I can't believe it! Its Lois Lane! The award-winning reporter!"

Lois was stunned for a moment, then asked, "And you are…?"

"Oh! I'm, um, Lana Ruthol. I'm an intern here," Kitty answered excitedly, but with a little hesitation. "I was just wondering, do you need anything? Coffee? Paper? I can get it for you."

Lois looked up at her with a sorry smile. "Well, if you can help me with this research, it would help me a lot."

Kitty looked over Lois's shoulder onto the computer screen. "Lex Luthor? Wh-why are you researching Lex Luthor? I-isn't he gone?" Kitty said nervously, thinking that perhaps Lois knew of Lex's plot to kidnap her.

Lois laughed. "Well, yeah. I'm just doing this article on him and Superman and what really happened between them at their last confrontation. But first I need some background info on Lex, seeing how Clark is doing Superman."

Kitty almost fainted with relief. "Clark?"

"Clark Kent. He's a reporter here too," Lois answered. "And he's the co writer of this piece. Well, he was assigned to be more like a babysitter, but I don't think any harm is going to come to me."

Kitty laughed nervously. "No. Of course not. Um, listen. I happen to know this guy who knows Lex, er, Mr. Luthor really well. If you want, I can set up an interview…?"

Lois let out a sigh of relief. "Can you? That would help me a ton. Do you think the interview could be tomorrow, during my lunch hour? At the café on First Street?"

"Sure, I guess I can arrange that," Kitty answered.

Lois smiled warmly at the disguised Kitty. "Thanks again."

Kitty smiled at Lois and then quickly walked into an empty elevator, pulled out a cell phone, and hit 1 on the speed dial. "Lex? Its Kitty. Up for an interview"