Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Superman. I wish I did, though. Because that would be cool.
A/N: What? No reviews for chapter two? Oh well, I'm still going to post a chapter a day, whether you like it or not. ;) But please review anyways!
Lois, ecstatic that she finally has a lead to follow on the article, practically skipped over to Clark's desk, where he was playing-of all things-online poker. Seeing a shadow fall over his desk, he quickly switched over to a Superman fan site, displaying some stats-inaccurate stats-of the man of steel. Lois snorted, and then got right to the point.
"Clark! I have great news! I just got an interview with this guy that knows Lex Luthor!"
Clark smiled. "That's great! When is it?"
Lois smiled sheepishly. "Well, I sort of scheduled it during our lunch meeting. I thought it would be good, because then we can think up twice as many questions to ask this guy, and get a really thorough background on this twisted guy."
Clark, bitter with disappointment but ever the mild-mannered guy, answered, "That's fine with me."
"Great. So, do you have anyone to interview about Superman, do you have enough on the Web, or what?" Lois asked.
Clark cleared his throat. "Well, there's all that information about him in all of your articles, and I've pretty much dissected those, and I'm pretty sure the Web can fill in all the blanks. Of course, I'm trying to get an interview with Superman himself, but that might not happen." Clark smiled at the inside joke to himself.
"Well, if you get an interview with him, be sure to tell me, okay? Because if you get an interview with him, we can kill two birds with one stone by getting both his background and the story between him and Lex," Lois said.
"Will do, Lois," Clark answered, and turned back to the computer, a small smile creeping up his lips.
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Lex Luthor leaned back in his plush chair and started tapping his fingers, thinking. Kitty had told him some very interesting news indeed.
"On one hand, Lois Lane has walked right into my trap. But on the other, Lois Lane seems to have a bodyguard of sorts, that Clark Kent person. Kitty, what do our files have on Clark Kent?"
"Not much, Lex. Just that he's a reporter at the Daily Planet, and he grew up in Smallville. He arrived in Metropolis about 6 years ago. He's six foot three, and has brown hair. He also wears glasses. Big glasses," Kitty read from a computer screen in the corner.
Lex paused, then tapped his chin. "And what does it say about our red caped foe, exactly?"
Kitty stopped, and the clicked a few links and arrived on the file. "Ah, yes, he came to Metropolis approximately six years ago, when he rescued Ms. Lois Lane from a helicopter accident. He's about six foot four, and has brown hair. He came from the planet Krypton, and can be killed by the radioactive Kryptonite. Superman can fly faster than sound, jump about an eighth of a mile, run faster than a bullet, has heat vision, sonic hearing, x-ray vision, super strength, and is basically invulnerable," Kitty looked away from the screen. "But what does this have anything to do with Clark Kent?"
Lex Luthor looked out the window beside his desk. "It could be nothing, Kitty. But then again, it could be everything."
Kitty, extremely confused, shook her head. "Lex, what about the whole trapping Superman thing? What's your plan?"
He looked at her with cool eyes. "Simple. You and I show up at that," he spoke the word with disdain, "café, disguised of course- you can use that silly Lana Ruthol guise you used for arranging this interview, and I'll wear a wig or something. We'll ask her if she can go back to my place, because I have some pictures or something else that would interest a reporter about me. Then we'll lead her back here, along with that Clark Kent character, and tie them up. Of course, Lois will be allowed one phone call or fax or however she contacts Superman. Then, when Superman arrives, we'll tell him the only way to let Lois live is to give himself up. Of course, we'll have Lois somewhere else in the house, preferably in a lead-lined room so he cannot see inside. When he gives himself up- he will, as he so obviously has a crush on Ms. Lane- we shall lock him in a chamber filled with kryptonite, which will effectively destroy his powers. We will keep him in there however long it takes to kill him."
Kitty gave Lex a frightened look, and then timidly asked, "But what about that other guy? Clark Kent? What will you do with him?"
Lex smiled coldly. "Why, if he doesn't cooperate, we kill him of course. Make sure its in front of Ms. Lane, so its sort of a lesson to her. And if he cooperates," he said, in reply to Kitty's mouth opening as if to ask a question, "We'll add him as part of the deal, to make Superman a little more willing to cooperate. Why, having Clark Kent might actually help us instead of hinder us!"
Kitty wasn't so sure. "Lex, what if Clark is really strong? Like, maybe he can overpower us or something?"
"Why, that's why guns were invented. Its so the bigger man doesn't always triumph. That reminds me; Kitty, can you go check our ammunition and gun supply? I might have forgot to restock it after our last run in with the law."
"Lex, you don't forget anything," Kitty replied.
"I know."
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The next morning, Clark arrived at the Daily Planet right on time, despite stopping a bank robbery just minutes before in England. As he stumbled from the elevator into the press room, he glanced at his watch to make sure he wasn't late.
"Phew, that took a little longer than I thought," he said to himself as he looked around, searching for Lois, "I wonder where she is?"
Clark walked over to his desk and sat down, then started typing up his background on Superman- which was quite easy, seeing how Clark is Superman. For ten minutes Clark was completely engrossed in the task that he didn't even notice Lois standing over his shoulder until she started reading aloud his work.
"'…Superman was born on the destroyed planet Krypton to his parents Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van, who named him Kal-El…' Clark where did you find this stuff?" Lois asked.
Clark practically jumped out of his seat, surprised that Lois was there. "Oh, um, I found a website that had a bunch of information about Superman."
Lois smiled warmly. "That's great news! Hey, listen, do you have any questions to ask the guy that we're interviewing today? I have a bunch-I've been working all night on them-but I'd like to know if you have anything different than me."
Clark shuffled through some papers that were strewn about on the desk, looking for anything that could give him a good question- he, of course, completely forgot about writing questions for the interview. "Um, well, I wanted to ask him why Lex Luthor dislikes Superman so much, because, er, every time Lex tries one of his plans, they are always made so that Superman will die or something like that."
She nodded, "Yeah, that's a pretty good question. I'm not sure that this guy will know, though, because its not like he knows what's going on in Lex's mind, right?"
"Yeah, right," Clark said, embarrassed at his folly. "So, what are some of your questions?"
Lois looked down at a thick notepad, and flipped through a couple of pages. "Well, I have all the basic questions, 'Where did he grow up,' 'Who were his parents,' etcetera, but I also have a few questions about things like 'When did Lex stop being a law-abiding citizen,' and 'Where do you think Lex got his evil tendencies.' What do you think of those questions?"
Clark, deep in thought, looked up, startled. "Um, yeah, those are good questions." Clark noticed the TV mounted on the wall, which was currently displaying a hostage crisis in lower Metropolis. "Hey, Lois, I, er, have to go somewhere. Is it okay if we pick things up later?"
She sighed. "Fine Clark. But remember- we have that interview at lunch today. Don't forget!"
Clark, as he was walking quickly towards a deserted elevator, shouted over his shoulder, "Don't worry! I won't!"