AN: Hi everyone! I am so sorry it's taken a while for me to update! I've been pulling in a lot of hours at work and finally I found a moment to get to this today. So, there have been several people asking how long Thora has been in the DC universe. I can tell you this story, I believe, is only going to span a timeline of a couple of weeks. Also, there have been questions about Thora's fighting ability. Since she was raised by Thor, she was trained the same as he was since she was able to wield a weapon. When it comes to her uncontrolled strength and powers, that's only because she doesn't have her memories. When she regains them, she'll be able to control them. I hope that clears things up. Thanks so much for all the love you guys have been giving this story. You guys are awesome! I appreciate every review. Please keep them coming; they really help spur me to update sooner!

9: The League

Superman touched down on the roof of the Daily Planet around 5, a whole hour later than he'd told Lois he'd return. He hadn't calculated that he and Batman would have to fight against thirty men all armed with kryptonian weapons. Superman fought valiantly until one of them walloped him from behind with a club that had round kryptonite rocks embedded into the wood. His shoulder still smarted where the weapon had landed. He was sure there was a bruise. Lois wasn't going to be happy to see that. The cuts had healed from the small sunbath that Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter had forced him to take after they arrived in answer to Batman's distress call. The second the other League members showed up the thugs hightailed it in every direction, making it impossible to round all of them up.

It frustrated Superman to no end that every time he went to the warehouses he got sick. He was sure it was Luthor's personal way of mocking him. How had he managed to gather so much kryptonite into one location? Superman hadn't been exposed to this much radiation since he'd lived in Smallville. Could it be possible that Luthor had found some deposit there that he had missed? He'd made sure to have the meteor rocks removed as much as possible from Smallville to prevent anyone figuring out the ties between him and the town. The League had done a great job removing the rock. They'd sent most of it out into space so that it wouldn't be a future threat. Superman had been sure they'd gotten rid of it all. So then where had Luthor obtained such a large amount? Superman couldn't understand it.

Frustrated and drained, he looked back and forth before putting on a burst of super speed to change into civilian clothes. Pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, he turned his face towards the sun and closed his eyes, longing to have more sunlight. He didn't have time to heal as much as he should have since he had a deadline to make in twenty minutes. The other heroes thought he was crazy for working a day job at the Planet but he'd been doing this longer than any of them. He'd figured it down to a science. Besides, even though it was taxing at times, Clark really enjoyed racing to meet his deadlines and chase down stories with Lois on his heels. It was like a constant dance between the two of them and was one of the few pleasures he enjoyed with her.

Rubbing the shoulder that still sported a bruise the size of a volleyball, Clark turned away from the sun and headed to the elevators that would take him to the bullpen. For it being close to five, there were a lot of people still running around. It was crunch time since deadlines were due at the end of the hour. Clark made his way over to his desk, stumbling without effort. He was exhausted. Already his body was protesting over the lack of sunlight. Golly, getting hit by kryptonite clubs sure packs quite a punch, he thought to himself. At least it's not as bad as when Luthor stabbed me in the back. Unconsciously his hand rubbed over the scar, the only slightly abnormal bump on his skin.

"Jeez, Kent! Watch where you're going!" someone said.

"Sorry," Clark muttered, tripping over his own two feet unintentionally as he skirted out of their way. He made it to his desk and slumped into it, resting his neck against the back while letting out a long sigh.

Lois looked over at him in alarm. "Honey, are you alright?" she asked, coming over.

Clark nodded. "Tired," he muttered. "Been a long day."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Did you go to the warehouses again?"

Clark didn't answer. He looked really pale.

Before Lois could demand him to leave to drink in some sun, Perry White opened his office door. "KENT!" he shouted. Clark practically leapt out of his skin from the sudden outburst. He looked over at his boss who stood in the doorway to the Editor in Chief's office with his arms folded across his chest. "In my office NOW!" Perry ordered.

Clark sighed and squeezed Lois' hand. "I'll be alright, Lois," he promised, brushing her forehead gently with his lips. "I just need to take it easy."

Lois failed to hide her concern as she nodded. "Okay."

Clark walked into the Editor's office and shut the door. Ignoring him, Perry moved to the window and closed the blinds. Clark gulped. In all his years since working for the Planet, he'd never had a closed blinds lecture. When Perry closed the blinds to his office with a reporter inside, it was usually to give them an ultimatum: get a good story or find a new job. Clark swallowed painfully.

"Mr. White," he cried, "I know I've been having difficulty getting that warehouse story you've wanted for the last few days but I'm working on it. I have several sources and-"

Perry held up a hand. "I'm not here to lecture you, Clark."

Clark's eyebrows went up. "You're not?"

"I've noticed you haven't been looking too good the last few days. Everything okay?"

Clark didn't know what to make of that so he decided to be truthful. "Everything's fine, Chief. It's just the usual exhaustion that comes from chasing down a story."

Perry nodded. "It's the exposure to all that kryptonite from Luthor, I imagine."

Clark nodded. "Yeah it –hey, wait…. WHAT?!"

Perry tried not to laugh over Clark's deer-in-the-headlights look. "Kryptonite," he repeated. "According to your report it's all over the warehouses. It must drain your energy really bad."

Clark stared at him, flabbergast. "I don't know what you mean," he said lamely.

Perry rolled his eyes. "I'm a journalist Kent not a fool. I'll admit it took me by surprise to find out who you really are. I mean, who would have ever guessed that the Man of Steel is a bumbling slightly stuttering reporter? Ingenious disguise! The glasses are the best; they'd keep anyone fooled. It's the other signs you have to pick up on. Learning the truth really helped explain your odd behavior."

Clark felt like a sinkhole had opened up underneath him. Perry knew. He couldn't feint ignorance anymore. That would be pointless. He ran a hand through his hair and dropped his usual higher pitched tone. "How long have you known?" he asked in his normal voice, the range somewhere between Clark Kent and Superman.

"Three years, actually," Perry said, noticing the difference.

"How exactly did you find out?" Clark demanded.

Perry snorted. "Like I said, I'm a journalist, Kent. I pick up on clues. It was three years ago when you and Lois seemed to be going through a rough patch."

Clark tapped his chin and then sighed. "Oh yes, that was when I had to deal with Brainiac. I didn't want him to learn of any sort of connection between me and my family. I had to rent an entirely different apartment, change my look, and stay away from Lois and Jason at all costs. The only time I'd ever get to see the two of them was here at the Planet but even then I had to keep a distance. The only time I got to be with Lois was when she would sneak away up to the roof. Even those encounters were brief. That was a dark time."

Perry leaned back in his chair, sucking on a cigar. "So that explains Lois's fowl mood and your negative energy. You see, one day I couldn't stand either of you moping around. I noticed that Lois was going up to the roof a lot more than usual and so I decided to follow her. Even though she'd quit, I thought I might catch her smoking again. What was my surprise than to find her on the roof with Superman in a full blown kiss. I couldn't believe that Lois would cheat on you, Clark. It was obvious that she loved you when she married you. I admit I always wondered why she chose you over Superman, no offense."

"None taken," Clark said with a small smile.

Perry cleared his throat. "Anyway, I saw her kissing Superman and I couldn't believe it. Then the unthinkable happened. Superman stepped away, created a small tornado, and the next thing I knew, Clark Kent was pulling his glasses out of his pocket onto his nose. Then you kissed Lois and the two of you started getting all snugly. I decided to leave after that. I went down to my office and nearly had a heart attack. Superman was Clark Kent. I was Superman's boss. Imagine that! I was sitting on the story of the century and I couldn't print it."

Clark blinked. "Why didn't you?" he asked, tense.

Perry looked at Clark like he'd grown a third head. "Do you even have to ask, Clark? Your entire life would have been ruined. Lois would hate me for the rest of my life for destroying her family. On second thought, she would have killed me. And I would have lost both of my star reporters. There's no way I would ever put all of that on the chopping block just for a front page story."

Clark didn't know what to think. As he stared at the man before him, he felt a deep sense of respect and gratitude. Not knowing what else to do, Clark looked his boss right in the eye and said, "Perry, thank you."

Perry shrugged. "Anything for Superman."

Clark relaxed for the first time since stepping into the office. "So, what happens now?"

"If you think I'm going to give you any special bonus or promotion, think again," Perry said, suddenly back to his old self. "Just because you're the greatest hero on Earth doesn't mean that I have to treat you any differently than any of my other reporters."

And though he was being deadly serious, he looked at Clark to see what his reaction would be. What he saw didn't surprise him. Clark was grinning. And then he began to laugh. "I wouldn't even dream of asking for a raise, Mr. White," he said between chuckles.

Perry nodded. "Good. Now, does Richard know?"

"Yes."

"What about Lana?"

"We told her last night."

Perry's eyebrows rose. "Oh really? How did she take it?"

"Really well. It helps that Lana has known me since childhood. Now a lot of strange things I did growing up make a heck of a lot more sense. Lois and I decided that whoever was going to marry Richard needed to know the truth since they would be Jason's second mother."

"So does Jason have powers?" Perry asked, curious. He'd wanted to know this particular answer since the moment he found out Clark's secret.

"He has super strength and speed but if he has any other powers, they'll develop throughout his high school years. That's when the rest of mine showed up."

"Really?"

Clark nodded. "I had super strength, speed, and invulnerability long before my vision abilities and super hearing made themselves manifest. Oh, and I didn't start actually flying until I was out of high school."

Perry leaned back in his chair. "So, if Jason gets any more powers, they'll come from now til the end of his teens? What is that, some kind of alien maturing process?"

Clark laughed. "I guess. But they're accompanied with regular human adolescence too."

"You're kidding," Perry said, suddenly mortified. "I couldn't imagine superpowers coupled with immaturity. How did you keep it a secret?"

"I had really good parents," Clark answered honestly.

"So the Kents are real. You didn't make them up?"

Clark shook his head. "They're real, Perry. And I really did grow up in Smallville, Kansas. In fact, I didn't really learn about my Kryptonian heritage until I was in high school."

"A lot of things happened when you were in high school apparently," Perry noted. Then he got a gleam in his eyes. "Hey, do you think you can have an interview with Lois where you reveal what it was like gaining your powers?"

Clark looked a little uncomfortable. "It seems risky, Chief. I've tried really hard to keep people's noses as far away from Smallville as possible. It's enough keeping the locals from guessing things."

"Hmmm, I guess you're right," Perry sighed, dejected. "But we need another exclusive with you soon. It's been a few months."

"I know," Clark said with a smile. "I've been busy."

Perry rolled his eyes. "If it's your job, I could fire you to make things easier."

Clark panicked. "On second thought, I'm not that busy! How about one this weekend?"

Perry grinned. "I'll take that. And not a moment later!"

"Understood," Clark said. "Can I ask something, Perry?"

"Sure."

"You've known all this time and you haven't told me. Why now?"

Perry considered him for a moment. "I decided to tell you because I'm taking you off the warehouse case."

"What?! Why?" Clark demanded. Of all the things he'd been expecting, it hadn't been that.

Perry raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, Clark? You're killing yourself over this story! Literally! I will not have you coming into my paper looking like the walking dead. It hasn't escaped everyone's attention that you're as white as a sheet. I've already got someone lined up to take your story."

"But Perry, it's tied to Luthor! I have to investigate it!"

"Not if it involves kryptonite!" Perry retorted. "Think about it, Kent! If Luthor saw Clark Kent fall over when faced with kryptonite, he'd be able to put two and two together. The man may be insane but he's also a genius. He's your greatest foe for a reason."

Clark folded his arms and if Perry didn't know any better, he'd say the man was pouting. "First the League, now the Planet," Clark muttered angrily. "I hate kryptonite and I hate Luthor! Both stop me from doing what I need to do."

Perry actually let out a laugh. "Clark, stop pouting. I've got a really good story for you to work on instead."

"What is it?" Clark asked, half interested.

"Bruce Wayne is in town," Perry said. "I want you to interview him concerning the proposition he has over buying out several companies in Metropolis. Find out what his motive is. Before I called you in here, I sealed the deal for him to meet with one of my reporters tomorrow over dinner. Usually a woman would be good for the job but Lois is covering another story right now and I need one of my best reporters to wheedle out the real reason he's here in Metropolis."

Clark scowled. "You want me to interview a billionaire playboy over dinner? You have got to be kidding."

Perry stood his ground. "I'm not making it an option, Kent. Do the job or walk. Oh wait, you can't. You're under contract."

Clark growled knowing full well that there wasn't another option. "Fine! I'll do it!"

Perry looked smug. "I thought so. Now get out of my office, Kent. You've got that interview with the local sheriff to finish. Since it's past deadline, I expect it in twenty minutes tops."

Infuriated that Perry would saddle him into interviewing Bruce Wayne of all things, Clark stood up without a word and stormed out of the office. The second the door opened, the bullpen froze. They'd all seen the blinds close. They knew something was up and from the look on Clark Kent's face, they knew it wasn't good. It was one of those rare moments when he looked downright furious. There was only a handful of times the Planet staff had seen Clark Kent angry and it was truly a terrifying experience. No one dared approach to ask what had happened. Clark slammed himself into his chair and started typing, seeming to take all of his frustration out on his poor defenseless keyboard. Everyone looked from him to the office where Perry could be seen behind his desk, the blinds now open.

Lois looked from Clark to Perry and back again. What on earth had just happened? Clark normally pretended to be his usual cheery self in a crisis but this frustration reminded her of the rare times when Perry had forced him to do something he didn't want to do, like hand over a trail case of one of Superman's enemies to Lois. If there was one thing Clark loved to do, it was report on the justice his enemies rightly received. It was like finishing the job to him. As Lois continued to watch her husband bang away at his computer, she guessed that Perry had taken him off the warehouse story. Deciding to face the lion himself, Lois stood up and headed over to Clark's desk.

"I have to finish this in five minutes," Clark growled, not looking away from his computer.

Lois ignored the brush off. Instead she put her arms around him from behind and nuzzled her nose into the back of his neck. "You got pulled off the story, didn't you?" The briefest pause of Clark's fingers confirmed her suspicions. Smiling sadly, Lois kissed the back of one of his ears before squeezing him gently. "Thought so," she muttered.

Clark sighed, still typing. "Lois, you're not helping me to concentrate," he muttered while hitting the keys.

Lois chuckled. "You seem to be multitasking just fine. Besides, you need a hug, even if you don't want to admit it."

Clark remained silent though his shoulders seemed to relax a little. Lois didn't move, instead kissing the back of his ears occasionally, whispering words of her love for him against the back of his neck, and squeezing his chest every so often. I love my wife, Clark thought to himself as he finished the last paragraph of his story. Copying it to an email and sending it to the editing staff, Clark leaned back into Lois's embrace and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. Her perfume heightened his desires to snag her into the supply closet but he kept his feelings at bay. Now wasn't the time nor the place for such affection. He only had an hour before he was supposed to be showing up at Richard's house with the rest of the League.

"Did you tell Richard about tonight?" Clark asked, his eyes still closed.

Lois rubbed his shoulders. "Yes, and he's rather excited. You got approval then?"

Clark nodded, enjoying the small massage Lois was giving him. "They'll all be there."

Lois kissed the back of his head. "I knew you could do it."

Clark smiled. "Of course. I had the perfect persuasion material after all."

Lois grinned. "May I ask what it was?"

"Sorry, honey. A reporter doesn't reveal his sources. Not even to his wife."

Lois laughed in his ear before pulling away. "Jason and Thora are down at the coffee place still. I'm going to pick them up and head over to Richard's. He left just before you got back. Will you be joining us for dinner?"

"Actually, I have to talk to a few sources," Clark said.

Lois nodded, getting the hint. "I'll make sure to tell Jason you'll be back late." Then she leaned in and whispered right in his ear, "Will I see you tonight?"

It took everything Clark had not to haul her away, desires be hanged. Gripping the sides of his chair to stop himself from letting his hands run wild over his wife, he nodded. "I'll be there," he sputtered.

Lois laughed and pulled away. "See you tonight then, honey."

"See you," Clark responded after a pause, staring at her stupidly. Forget kryptonite. Clark's biggest weakness was the woman in front of him. If she wanted to, he'd let her kill him without putting up a fight. It was a good thing Lois Lane was nothing more than a reporter. If she had been a villain in disguise, Clark would have been in trouble. As she blew him a kiss on her way out, Clark smiled, sending up a silent prayer of gratitude that Lois was simply Lois and nothing more. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world," Clark sighed before turning off his computer and gathering up his things to go home.

He'd made sure to give Lois ten minutes before making his way out of the Planet. He turned to see Perry watching him. Clark glowered to make sure Perry knew he was still angry about the reassignment. Perry simply laughed. "Stupid old man," Clark muttered, but with a smile. He couldn't help but love Perry even if he did things that drove him mad. Pulling his coat more comfortably over his shoulders, Clark headed for the elevators. In minutes he was at Richard's, stashing his civilian clothes in the backyard under a bush. Deciding to make a quick run through the city to make sure things were in proper order, Superman took to the sky.

o0o0o

Batman stuck to the shadows. He was early but he figured it was best to get a feel for the situation before walking in blind. Surveying the house, the Dark Knight saw Richard White, a redhead, Lois Lane, Jason Kent, and a blond girl sitting in the living room. The redhead and the blond seemed tense, Richard White looked excited, and Lois and Jason appeared relaxed. It was obvious they were waiting for the Justice League to appear since they'd taken positions in such a way that allowed them to stare out the sliding glass doors into the back yard.

Batman wondered silently which person's wellbeing was at stake. As he continued to observe, he noticed that although the older redheaded woman appeared on edge, the blond was constantly fidgeting. Batman was good at reading people. It didn't escape his attention that the others kept staring at the blond. She was the one Lois wanted the League to know about. But why? Who was she? From the way she was holding Jason's hand, Batman deduced they were in some kind of relationship.

"Sticking to the shadows as usual, huh, Bats?"

Batman didn't flinch as he turned slightly to see the Flash leaning against the wall he'd decided to hide behind. "Surveying the area," he muttered.

A splash made both men turn to see Aquaman emerging onto the deck where Richard's sea plane was docked. Noticing Batman and the Flash, he made his way over to them. "A good location," he approved. "They can't see us directly from here. I've been watching from the waves for about as long as you Batman. What do you think?"

"I think it's the blond girl."

The Flash peeked over the wall and squinted. "How can you tell?"

"She's the only one who seems to be wanting to bolt," Aquaman said, "like a fish about to be struck by a shark."

Just then the others descended except for Superman. "He calls a meeting and he's late?" Hawkgirl muttered, running an idle hand over her mace. "Wonder where he is."

Just then everyone heard a sonic boom. Looking up, they saw Superman flying in from space. "Hopefully he went to get more sun," Green Arrow muttered.

In seconds Superman slowed and then landed gently on the grass. "Thank you for coming," he said.

"Where were you?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Getting a little sun," Superman confirmed.

"You didn't get enough earlier," Martian Manhunter stated.

Superman looked away. "They saw me," he said, obviously hearing the conversation from within. "Let's go."

Walking around the wall, the League followed after the Man of Steel into the backyard where Lois stood waiting for them. "Right on time," she said with a grin. "Good to see that all of you could make it."

"You didn't give us much choice," Batman growled.

"I missed you too, Batman," Lois replied kindly.

"What's the reason for this meeting?" Wonder Woman asked.

Lois looked back and forth. Superman glanced around as well. "We're alone," he assured.

"Good. Come inside. There's someone I'd like you all to meet."

The League followed the reporter into Richard's living room where the others waited. Richard's grin was as wide as the Nile river. Never before had so many superheroes been in his house at once. He'd met members of the League on a couple of one on one occasions when they'd come to speak to Clark but seeing them all together like this made him want to keel over. It was obvious he was a major fan. "Do any of you want something to drink?" he asked casually like it wasn't a big deal to have all of Earth's greatest heroes in his living room.

"We're fine, thanks," Batman said before anyone else could speak.

"Suit yourselves," Richard said with a shrug before gulping down some cream soda. He put his arm around the redhead.

"Allow me to make introductions," Lois said. "For those of you who don't know this idiot," she pointed at Richard, "this is Richard."

"I resent that, Lois," Richard said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Didn't our three year engagement mean anything to you?"

Lois rolled her eyes. "Get over yourself, Richard. Anyway, this is Lana, Richard's wife. Make sure to divorce him one day, Lana."

Lana smiled while Richard laughed.

"You've all met my son, Jason," Lois continued.

Jason waved. "Hey guys, it's been a while."

"Holy cow, he's gotten older," Green Lantern muttered. "The kid's grown three feet since the last time I saw him."

"And this is Thora," Lois finished. "Thora, this is the Justice League. They're the ones you wanted to talk to."

"You called us here because a teenager wanted to talk to us?" Hawkgirl said, slightly irritated.

Ignoring her, Lois pointed to each member of the League. "Thora, this is Batman, the Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Martian Manhunter, and you already know Superman."

"Everyone knows who we are," Flash said.

"I don't," Thora muttered, speaking up for the first time. The League stared at her in surprise. "I've never heard of any of you before."

Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow. "How is that possible?"

"We found Thora almost a week ago in an alley," Richard said. "She has short term memory loss."

"But that shouldn't effect her not recognizing us," Green Arrow said.

"That's the thing," Thora sighed. "I didn't recognize Metropolis either. I've never heard of the city before."

"Have you heard of Gotham?" Batman asked.

Thora strained her memory but then shook her head. "No. Where is that?"

"It's a few hours away from here," Batman answered.

"How about Star City?" Green Arrow suggested.

Again, Thora shook her head. "Nope."

"Las Vegas," Flash blurted out. "Los Angeles, New York?"

"Those I've heard of," Thora said. "Spiderman lives in New York."

"Who?" Jason asked, staring at her.

Thora suddenly grabbed her head and gasped.

"Thora, are you okay?" Jason cried, worried.

"I-I'm alright," she muttered. "Headache."

"Who's Spiderman?" Aquaman asked Green Lantern.

"No idea," Green Lantern muttered.

"I've never heard of him," Green Arrow said.

"Thora, who is Spiderman?" Superman asked.

Thora looked at him blankly. "Who?"

Batman raised an eyebrow. "You just said that Spiderman lives in New York."

Thora's brow furrowed. "I don't know who that is."

The League looked at each other. There was something different about this girl. Superman looked at Lois who in turn looked at Thora. Coming over to her, Lois bent down so they were at eye level. "I think now is the time to tell them what happened," she said encouragingly.

Thora's eyes widened. "Now?"

Lois smiled. "It's as good a time as any, honey. The rest of us know. You told Jason just before the League got here. Even he said it would be good for them to know."

Thora eyed the superheroes. All of them were staring at her with rapt attention. Swallowing hard, she turned back to Lois and nodded. "Okay."

Lois gave Thora's hand one more squeeze before going over to sit on the couch next to Lana. "You all might want to take a seat," she said.

Everyone except Batman sat down. "I prefer standing," he muttered.

"Bats, nobody is going to come rocketing through the window with a gun," Flash said. "Relax."

Batman remained as tense as before, saying nothing.

Thora looked at Lois, wondering if she should wait but Lois shook her head. Taking a deep breath, Thora ran a hand through her long unruly blond hair and told her tale. When she finished, the League remained silent. "I went to Lois because I thought she would help me learn about each of you," she confessed. "Since I can't remember my parents…"

"You want to know if one of us is," Batman finished. "I can assure you I'm not. I don't have super powers."

"Neither do I," Green Arrow said.

"My abilities come from my ring so I'm out," Green Lantern said.

Everyone looked at each other. They all knew full well that the only person with a child was Superman and his son was sitting across from them holding Thora's hand. Superman looked at Thora, deciding to be the one to tell the truth. "None of us are your parents, Thora."

The girl's shoulders sank. "I thought so," she whispered. "Even though I hoped that one of you would be… I guess I should start looking at your enemies. Maybe I am a murderer after all."

"You're not a murderer Thora," Lois said fiercely. "Your too kind to be a villain's daughter."

"She's right," Wonder Woman said.

Thora looked up with tear stained cheeks. "Then where did my strength come from? Normal people can't throw people twice their body weight like I did."

"Maybe you got into an accident that you can't remember," Flash suggested. "That's how I got my powers."

"Maybe," Thora muttered. "I wonder who my parents are. How did I get in that warehouse covered in blood? Did they leave me there?"

The League didn't have the answers although all of them wondered if Lex Luthor didn't have something to do with this. His current business dealings were in the warehouses.

"Maybe Thora's parents are minor League members," Hawkgirl suggested.

"It's possible," Superman said. "Although I'm not sure anyone has super strength like she does."

"I think the best thing to do is to test the girl's limits," Wonder Woman said.

"I agree," Batman said. "In order to help Thora find out more about her past, we need to know everything we can about her."

Superman nodded. "Thora, how would you like to come to Watchtower tomorrow?"

"What's that?" Thora asked.

"It's the headquarters of the Justice League!" Jason said excitedly. "Only League members can go there!"

"Then why am I invited?" Thora wondered.

"Yours is a special case," Wonder Woman said. "We have a training room that would do nicely to test out the limits of your strength without hurting anyone."

Thora looked at Richard and Lana. "Is it okay if I go with them?"

Lana smiled. "Of course it is, sweetheart."

"Will you come too?"

Lana looked at Superman. Superman frowned. "It's against policy to bring outsiders to Watchtower," he said. "I'm afraid Lana and Richard won't be able to come."

Thora looked stricken. "I don't want to go alone."

"I'm going with you," Jason said. He looked at Superman. "And don't tell me I can't. I have every right to be there."

"And why do you think that?" Hawkgirl demanded.

"Anyone that has superpowers is allowed," Jason said. "Robin's been there. Why can't I?" He retorted, looking only at Superman.

The others looked at the Man of Steel, waiting. This was obviously a challenge between father and son. "Jason, we've already talked about this."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Dad, Thora knows the truth, okay?"

Superman raised his eyebrows. "You told her?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't think it fair to hide who I am since she told me her secret," Jason replied defiantly.

Superman looked at Lois. "And you let him tell? What about keeping it under wraps, Lois?"

"Clark, Thora has a right to know!" Lois said.

"How so?" Superman asked, folding his arms.

The others heard the venom in his tone. Usually when Superman spoke like that, it meant to run for cover. They couldn't believe that Lois would stand up to him when she had no way to defend herself. Then again, Lois was the only person who would ever be daring enough to do such a thing.

"Think back how it was for you growing up," Lois snapped. "You can't lie and tell me that more than anything you would have loved to be able to talk to someone who had abilities similar to yourself! Both Jason and Thora have super strength! They can relate to each other in a way that other teenagers can't. You were the one who said you wished that Jason wouldn't have to grow up the way you had to! Besides, I think it's obvious that their relationship isn't one that's going to be fleeting. They remind me of a certain superhero who couldn't keep his eyes off a certain reporter."

Richard snickered. "That's true. Love at first sight."

Superman stared at Lois for a long while. The two seemed to be having a battle of silent wills. The tension was thick and several members of the League shifted uncomfortably. Most of them had never seen Superman and his wife argue. Batman and Green Arrow had been the only ones to witness it in the past. The two men shared a look, both grinning.

"One Porsche says Lois wins," Batman muttered to Green Arrow.

Green Arrow smirked. "I'll take that bet."

"Fine," Superman said. "You win, Lois. Jason can come tomorrow."

"I'm coming too, of course," Lois said.

"Absolutely not!" Wonder Woman snapped.

Lois stood her ground. "I'm coming and that's not up for negotiation."

The heroes heard the warning in her voice. As much as they didn't like it, none of them dared refuse her. Superman sighed. "Fine, Lois, you can come. What about you two?" he asked bitterly to Richard and Lana.

"As much as I'd love to go," Richard sighed, "I have to work. Thanks to you guys I have a big front page story to deal with. Way to go rescuing all those people from that volcanic eruption."

"You were unconscious sunbathing," Batman said to Superman's bewildered look.

"I'd love to go too but I have a photo shoot," Lana said. "You'll be okay without us, won't you, Thora?"

The blond looked at her and nodded. "As long as Jason is there, I'll be okay," she said.

Jason blushed and several of the adults had to stifle their chuckles.

"Right, if that's all, I have to get back to Gotham," Batman muttered, standing up. "Robin's bound to be running around the streets and someone has to get him to bed."

The others, except for Superman, stood up to leave as well.

"See you tomorrow, Thora," Wonder Woman said with a smile.

"Bye. And thank you all for being willing to help me," Thora said.

They all nodded before taking their leave.

Superman spun on his heel and after the small tornado, Clark Kent appeared, minus the glasses. "Well, that went well," he muttered. "We should probably head home too. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Everyone agreed. Jason gave Thora a hug, promising to see her in the morning, before following his parents out to Lois's car. Once getting inside, Clark looked at the two of them and shook his head. "After all these years and you both have finally found a way to get into Watchtower. What are the odds?"

Lois grinned and kissed his cheek. "It was bound to happen eventually, sweetheart. You couldn't keep us away forever."

"Yeah, Dad. Besides, aren't you glad you get to share it with us?"

Clark rolled his eyes, smiling. "I suppose so, son."

"I hope traffic isn't too bad," Lois whispered so quietly only Clark could hear. "I want to get home to finish what we started in the office."

Clark's heart did a little flip. He looked at Lois and grinned. "Just don't drive like a maniac," he whispered, kissing her temple. Lois only laughed as she took the route that would lead them home.