Clark Kent was the pinnacle of innocent.
Sitting there in front of his computer, typing that article on the mysterious reverse-robber who put things back where they belonged instead of stealing anything, he was like an angel.
Lois sighed, smiling, leaning against his desk.
"You really can't keep a grudge, can you?", she raised an eyebrow.
"Lois, you know that wouldn't change anything, so why bother?", he looked up at her, a soft but sad smile on his lips.
"I mean... Clarence just stole that story right from you, didn't even bother pretending he got it himself, he outright admitted that it was yours, yet you just sit here, taking the second-rate small-time story and... I don't know how you do it, I'd hate the guy", she threw her hands up and sighed again.
"Hate only begets more hate", he mused, running a spell-check. He frowned as his "piano" got corrected to "pinto".
"Yeah, well-", she was cut off by a short yell of surprise, coming from Clarence's cubicle.
"What the...? No! My files, they're... Nonononononononooo!", came the vocalised desperation.
Clark smirked.
"And while I am all against hate, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of payback."