Note: Here's the next part. Sorry for the length. Had a lot of 'xplain' to do. Hope you enjoy as much as I did writing! Would LOVE to hear feedback!! R&R please! THANK you!!!

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Chapter 4

"It's really over, isn't it?"

The question, asked by the ever exquisite Lana Lang, was met with silent confirmation.

She released a shaky breath and tucked a strand of hair behind a delicate ear. "I shouldn't be surprised, should I? After all, I am the one that walked away."

"Lana…" Chloe reached across the table and covered her friend's hand with her own. "I'm so very sorry."

Lana forced a smile, but the sadness in her eyes permeated every feature. "Don't be. There was a reason I left Clark. He has a destiny larger than my own desires. I knew that when I came back, and I promise I had no intention of trying to get back with him." Her eyes met Chloe's. "It's just…when I saw him again…when we kissed…"

"I know." Chloe's empathy was real. She was living proof that Clark Kent was a hard guy to get over. After all, it wasn't as if she hadn't struggled on and off for years with her own deep-seated feelings for a certain dark-haired hero.

"Even before dinner last night, I knew. I just didn't quite want to believe it." Lana continued, wanting to flesh out her feelings. "He's been so distracted for weeks. I've tried several times to talk to him, but never seemed to quite get through."

"What happened last night that changed things for you?" The ever curious Chloe questioned.

"He got a call." Lana answered perplexed. "From someone named Dr. Wynn. I don't know what information this doctor had for him, but whatever it was, it sent him into a tailspin like I have never seen before."

A secret smile drifted across Chloe's lips.

"I assume it had something to do with his Kryptonianess or …Lois." Without waiting for confirmation of a foregone conclusion, one worry haunted Lana. "Does she know? About Clark and his…abilities?"

"No." Chloe shook her head. "But knowing Lois, she'll probably say, 'So, you're alien, huh? Gee, Smallville, now that makes sense."

Lana and Chloe chuckled at what was a pretty accurate description of Lois Lane's reaction to anything Clark Kent.

"How do you think she'll really react?"

"I don't know. Lois is…unpredictable at times. In the end though, it won't change a thing. Clark will still be her Smallville." As worry filtered through her green eyes, Chloe expressed a deeper concern. "I actually think she'll have a harder time accepting the bombshell he's about to drop. Namely, that he's in love with her."

Lana's sharp intake of breath reminded Chloe just who she was talking to. "Oh, Lana, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"

"It's fine, Chloe. I suspected as much. Hearing the words just…stung a little." Attempting to switch gears, Lana asked a sudden question. "I don't remember them getting along much. Does she make him happy?"

Chloe chuckled. "I think 'happy' for Lois and Clark is defined on an entirely different level then the rest of the world."

"Maybe that's what makes it special." Lana commented.

"Yeah." Chloe agreed with a smile. "Yeah, I think so. He is so determined to find her and bring her home."

"And I am determined…" Lana declared with a sad smile. "…to be gone when he does."

"Lana…"

"Chloe, I think its best. In fact, the sooner the better. The last thing either of them need right now is the ghost of Lana Lang hanging around." Lana's logic was solid as well as her common sense.

She stood and gathered her things to go. "Do me a favor though? Tell Clark I'm glad I got to see him again. To know he'll be ok. I think…" She paused, words from a past conversation drifted to the surface of her mind. "…he's finally found the one that he's been looking for all this time. The one he can trust with everything he is and know she'll never leave."

"I will." Chloe hugged her friend as a bittersweet smile touched her lips. "You take care, Lana."

Lana returned her smile and started to walk toward the door. Stopping suddenly, she turned back to Chloe with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Oh, and one more thing, Sullivan. I'll hunt ya down, if you let him screw this up."

And with that last admonition, Lana Lang was gone.

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"Kent!"

Clark Kent instinctively jumped to attention and fought the urge to salute as General Sam Lane entered the tent.

"Boy! This had better be good!" The General pronounced as he strode past Clark and stood behind the make shift desk in the center of the room. "No one pulls me outta planning maneuvers for anything short of a Presidential order!"

Clark swallowed hard as his gaze shifted guiltily. "I'm…I'm sorry, sir. But I really need help and there was no one else to go to."

The General scrutinized the increasingly nervous Clark a long moment before barking his first order. "Sit."

Clark sat.

"Talk."

Shifting uncomfortably under the General's hard gaze, Clark Kent's admiration of Lois Lane grew exponentially. Anyone who could be subjected to that day after day and not only not break, but excel was definitely medal worthy.

When he first thought of approaching the General, Clark felt a jolt of irrational fear zip through him. At least, it should have been irrational. For a man who had successfully returned from the Phantom Zone, could stop speeding bullets with a touch of his hand and shoot fire from his eyes, seeing General Sam Lane should have been a piece of cake.

Except, he was Lois' father. And a three-star general. With the entire U.S. Army at his command.

Clark Kent was clearly out of his league.

"Well, Kent? Are you gonna sit there and waste taxpayer time or should we have this discussion out on the firing range?"

That was enough to jumpstart the conversation. "Well, sir, it's Lois..."

"My little Lo?" General Lane sank into the seat behind the desk, concern instantly etched on his hard features. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Has she landed herself in jail again?"

"Uh…no, no sir, nothing like that." Clark hastened to ease the General's obvious worry. He nervously wiped his sweaty palms across his thighs then took a deep breath. "Truth is, General, we haven't seen Lois in about month now and well, sir, we're getting pretty worried. And since you've kept close tabs on her in the past, I was hoping…you might know where she is."

"I see." General Lane leaned back in his chair and transferred a smoldering cigar from his hand to his mouth.

More scrutinizing.

More shifting.

Finally, the General barked a new command. "Kent. Tell me. What do you think of my little girl?"

"Well, sir…" Clark paused to clear his throat. "…I think what I've always thought. She's bossy. She's stuck up. She's rude." The more he said, the faster the words came. "And…and she rushes headlong into situations without thinking first—it gets her and everyone around her into more trouble than anyone can count…she, she can't keep her mouth shut, uncomfortable silences or not, and she has this irritating way of finishing my sentences allthe time."Clark felt the rush of blood heat his cheeks as he ended with a deep sigh.

"I think…" His open and sincere gaze met the General's. "…she's perfect. And I wouldn't change a thing."

"I see." General Lane pushed himself out of his chair and came around the front of the desk.

Clark pushed his vertebra so far into the back of the chair, he was afraid it would break.

Leaning back against the desk, the General crossed his arms across his chest and glared down at Clark. "Kent, there's something you need to understand about my Lo. She didn't have it easy…being an Army brat and all. Moving from town to town, trying to make new friends, trying to adjust. When her mom died and with me dragging her half-way around the world most of her life, I suppose it was even harder than hard."

The General's gaze shifted to a point beyond Clark. "But it made her strong. Independent. Vulnerable."

"Sir?" Clark blinked up at him, surprised by the shift in terms.

"I raised a soldier, Kent. She's tough. And she doesn't quit. And she can maneuver her way around any minefield, literal, verbal or otherwise." The General answered as way of explanation. "But that doesn't mean she doesn't have a soft spot. A weakness. You just can't see it, cuz of all that tough armor of hers."

"Ya see, Kent, the only person Lo has ever really had to count on…is Lo." The General continued his cryptic lecture on Lois Lane. "She's had to be her own mother, her own father and at times her own best friend."

"God knows I've tried, but she and I are a bit too much alike." Something of a smirk flitted across his features. "We butt heads. She rebels. I offer tough love. And the cycle begins again."

"Despite all of that, sir, Lois is very proud to be your daughter." Clark supplied softly.

The General bristled at the unsolicited opinion. "Well, of course she is! I'm a three star general in the United States Army, for god's sake! Why wouldn't she be proud?!"

Clark bit back a smile. It was clear to see where Lois got her swagger.

"The point is, Kent, like any good soldier, my little girl gives it her all. Whether it's fighting or loving, Lois Lane does it with a ferocity that's downright scary at times."

Clark sighed his agreement.

"Did you know that there are chinks in every suit of armor, Kent?" The shift in gears was so sudden, Clark blinked uncertainly. "Little slits that expose a person's soft underbelly, their vulnerabilities?"

"No, sir."

"Well, there are." The General confirmed. "And my Lois…well, she has many. Most of which you've seem to have already discovered. But the biggest…" A sadness entered the General's gruff voice and Clark tuned in with special attention. "…is trust."

"There hasn't been one person in her life, Kent, that hasn't left her. She's never had that kind of stability. Someone to make her feel safe. Someone to not walk away. That one person that will be there for her no matter what. So, she doesn't always trust it, when she sees it. Even when she wants it so bad she can taste it."

The General eyed Clark pointedly. "You get my drift, Kent?"

"Yes, sir, I believe I do." Clark nodded, gaining a greater appreciation for not only the man standing before him, but the daughter that he loved.

"Good. Now, any guy that tries to tackle my Lois as a serious love interest better be the kind of man that has staying power. Because I can tell you now, loving that girl is easily one of the hardest things he'll ever do."

"With all due respect, sir…" Clark rose to his full height and met the General's gaze with a determined eye. "…right now, loving her is whole lot easier than finding her. And believe me, once I do find her, I won't let her let me go."

The General's lips twitched. His eyes narrowed. He hrrumphed like a big bear.

Grabbing a piece of paper off his desk, General Lane jotted something down and handed it to Clark, pulling it just out of reach as Clark attempted to take it. One last question. One last test. "You in this for the long-haul, Kent?"

"I don't know how you define 'long-haul, General, but I can tell you this." Clark's blue eyes blazed with emotion. "Lois' vulnerabilities are not mine. Separate, we can be wounded, but together, there are no chinks in our armor. And when I look into my future, with all its questions and uncertainties, there's only one person I want by my side…the daughter of General Sam Lane."

General Lane began to smile as he handed Clark Kent the piece of paper that would lead him to the most precious soldier the General had ever trained.

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"Alfred said I'd find you here."

At the sound of the drolly amused voice behind her, Lois quickly erased any evidence of lingering tears with a quick swipe of her thumb. She prepared herself to face him, but the forced smile planted on her lips faded with his next statement.

"Miss is already up and looks strikingly sad." Mimicking his loyal butler with ease, Bruce Wayne stepped up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Dropping all pretense, Lois turned to face Bruce. As always with him, she couldn't resist a genuine smile. Even if it was only a small one. Their eyes met.

"Alfred was right. As usual." The proprietor of Wayne Industries noted with perceptive straightforwardness and a quirk of his lips. Releasing Lois after a brush of his lips against her temple, Bruce moved to the table where every imaginable culinary delight was laid out for their perusal.

Despite her obviously dark mood, his tone was casual, light. "I thought after last night, you'd be in bed at least till early evening."

"I couldn't sleep." Lois offered as she moved to the nearest plush ottoman and sank down, grateful for the support. She looked to her fiancé and swallowed hard. She'd been dreading this moment since her talk with Oliver the night before.

She had played it over and over in her mind. What she was going to say. How she would say it. Each time it began with the words…

"Bruce, we need to talk."

After pouring two glasses of orange juice and fixing a plate, Bruce came to sit in the chair closest to the matching ottoman. He handed a glass to her and took an unaffected gulp from his own. "So, is this the part where you let me in on the details of that very intense conversation you had with Ollie last night?"

"I think…" She took the glass and set it aside without drinking. "…the Cliff notes version will suffice." Green eyes met brown with the fierce determination Lois Lane was known for. Once her course was set. "For starters, Ollie and I were more than friends."

"I figured that out the second your eyes met." Bruce smirked. An eyebrow rose pointedly. "Your non-verbals were sending shockwaves all the way to Metropolis."

Accepting his observation with a slight blush and a nod, she continued. "Given our history, he knows me pretty well. Better than I'd like."

"And?"

"And he said something last night that I can't ignore." Gazing down at the floor, Lois unconsciously played with the large diamond on her left hand. "He said I don't belong here."

"With me or in my world?" For a man who seemed to sense what was coming, Bruce Wayne's nonchalance was palpable.

"Both." She steeled herself for the reaction to come. "Bruce, I am not the woman you think I am."

"No?"

"No. You think I'm this sweet, perfect, damsel-in-distress that blinks adoringly up at her hero as he sweeps her off her feet. A girl that says all the right things at the right times and accepts what she sees without question."

Bruce smirked knowingly behind a muffin. "Is that what I think?"

"Well, isn't it?"

He looked at her over the blueberry crust. "Lois, you may have been able to keep your sharp tongue in check these past several weeks, but that fire in your eyes…" He placed the muffin aside with deliberation and gathered her hands in his. "…it's been there since the moment I looked into them."

"Bruce…"

"Besides, sweet is practically synonymous with naïve. And you, Lois Lane, are anything but." He shrugged away her protest. "You would have never figured out my secret if you had been. Frankly, I would have been disappointed if one of the star reporters for the Daily Planet hadn't put two and two together after seeing what you have."

Lois blinked in surprise. Of all the things she'd been ignoring the past month, the Daily Planet was near the top of the list. Mainly because it brought back memories of a not-so bumbling reporter that happened to sit at the desk opposite her. "How did you know I was…"

"The number of Batman's enemies are only rivaled by Bruce Wayne's. To protect myself, I run a check on everyone within my sphere." He pinned her with a knowing gaze. "Especially beautiful women that just happen to crash their cars into my front gate."

"So, you had me investigated."

"Before you even regained consciousness." The muffin finally made its way to his mouth, allowing a bit of time for that fact to sink in.

Surprisingly, Lois wasn't angry. Or shocked even. Given Bruce's position, the truth of his double life, she didn't really blame him. In fact, she admired him for being proactive. "Well. Aren't you full of surprises?"

"As are you." He inclined his head in acknowledgement of what he took as a compliment and returned one of the same. "I have to admit, your articles were the most interesting reads I've had in a very long time." Obviously prepared for this exchange, Bruce reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a folder. He handed it to her as he explained the contents. "I'm always amazed at what you can learn about someone from their writing."

"Really? What did you learn from mine?"

"You have talent in those fingers, Lane." Bruce's assessment was blunt and honest. "Beyond that, you're witty, sharp. You don't miss a thing. I'd even go so far as to say you're bold, brash and a magnet for all kinds of trouble."

Lois chuckled. "You have no idea."

"You're also a cynic, but you want to believe." Bruce paused to gauge the effect his words were having on her. He was not disappointed. "I hadn't read two articles before I knew this perfect image you created for me was only a mirage. No one that innocently sweet could write with such fire and passion."

With a blush creeping over her well-defined cheeks, Lois' mind was whirling with questions. "If you knew all of this, why didn't you say anything?"

"A beautiful, intriguing woman dropped into my life and accepted me for who I am. For what I do. For whatever reason, she wanted to be someone else for a while." He tossed her a casual grin. "Since I'm an obliging fellow…"

"You granted her wish." Lois finished for him. In turn, she granted him a soft smile before confusion set in. "But why propose then? Bruce, knowing what you know, why do you want to marry me?"

Bruce chuckled as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "Didn't you hear me? Beautiful, intriguing woman…"

"Bruce, seriously."

Bruce sighed and took her hands in his once more. "For once, I have a chance at a relationship where I'm the one with no secrets. It's…liberating. And I guess I just didn't want to let that go. " The warmth of his words made her heart constrict with guilt. "I still don't. So, if this is the only issue Ollie brought to your attention…"

"It…wasn't." Lois slowly slipped her hands from his and stood.

"I see." Bruce watched her as she slowly made her way to the fireplace where her fingers began to trail the mantle. She was obviously lost in thought. Lost in uncertainty. Unsure how to brooch the next topic.

Bruce leaned back in his chair and prepared for expected fireworks. "Let me guess. Clark Kent was a featured topic?"

"Clark?" Lois' head snapped up and her hazel eyes lit up with a myriad of emotions too many to name.

"Yeah, you know, Clark…your partner at the Daily Planet…"

"He's not my partner." She scoffed. Her expression became animated. Her hands went into instant flight. "Let me just tell you. That bumbling tadpole only wishes he could be as good." Then she mumbled under her breath. "Since when does a glorified copy boy deserve a desk anyway?"

So, the real Lois Lane was finally making an appearance. And she was even more fascinating than he imagined. Bruce's eyes danced with delight. "The same Clark that makes sparks fly whenever you're in the room together."

"Sparks? Please." A roll of her beautiful eyes was accompanied by the shake of her head. "Just because two people want to kill each other in the most violent of ways does not mean there's chemistry, ok? I don't know how many times I have to explain that…"

Then Bruce bit back a chuckle. "Clark. The one name you whispered in your post-accident delirium."

"I…" Lois' snarky comments halted abruptly as she spun to face Bruce. "…what did you just say?"

"His name." An eyebrow rose. "It was the only thing you kept saying. Over and over. At first, Alfred thought it was your last name, but upon further investigation…" He let that thought dangle without further comment. "So, do you want to tell me about him?"

"Not particularly." Lois snapped. Realizing her tone was a bit harsh, she turned to Bruce with an apologetic smile. "But I guess it's the least I owe you for…everything."

"The very least." Bruce agreed with an unbending smile.

Letting out a sigh, Lois began to pace in front of him. "What can I say about Smallville? That's what I call him. You know, to keep him in his place." Seeing Bruce patiently waiting for more, Lois shrugged her shoulders. "He's a dorky farm boy that irritates the hell out of me. I mean, he…wears…plaid of all things. If Kansas is ever missing its jean population, just go rummage through Smallville's drawers. They'll be laid out. In perfect little piles. And as if that weren't bad enough, this wardrobe challenged neophyte can't seem to get past his primary colors."

"How dastardly of him."

Ignoring the droll comment, Lois continued with a frustrated wave of her hands. "And can we talk about the brooding?"

"Hey. You said that was an endearing quirk." Bruce sounded offended. Almost.

"On you. For reasons that are obvious." Lois returned with a roll of her eyes that clearly screamed a silent 'duh'. "But Clark's brooding is because of…" She paused as condemnation flashed through her eyes. "…her."

"Her."

"Lana. The girl he's been in love with since before he discovered flannel." Her sigh was deep and resigned. "And you know, I can't blame him. She's beautiful and sweet and perfect and she says all the right things at all the right times."

"Like you this past month?"

Lois scoffed. "I struggle to be half that good. Hers comes naturally, except…"

"Except?"

A fundamental shift occurred.

No longer was she the prosecutor in the case against Clark Kent.

She was the defense attorney.

"She has wounded him. Deeply. So many times. In so many ways." The pacing resumed. The disturbed indignation in her eyes made its way to her voice. "She…she married his enemy. A smooch to get his attention, I can see. Maybe a date now and then to prod him along, but marriage? And we're not just talking about some quickie spur of the moment thing. This was a long, drawn out process. And Clark suffered every tortuous second of it."

"Then one day Lana just…discovers herself or the truth or whatever excuse she gave for choosing evil over good and he just…" She pulled in a painful, ragged breath. "…he took her back like nothing ever happened." She stopped, spun to face him and threw the question out at him like the angry lash of a belt. "Who does that?"

Without waiting for a response, Lois answered her own question with increasing agitation. "I'll tell you who." A pointed finger jabbed the air. "Clark Kent, that's who! And why? Because he has the biggest damn heart I've ever seen! It's bigger than the whole frickin' universe! And it's…it's all hers!"

She was visibly shaken. Her voice began to waver as tears bubbled in her eyes. The crack in her voice was heartbreaking. "It is impossible to look into those infinite baby blues and not feel what he's feeling. God…" Her eyes squeezed shut as if she were in physical pain. "…if she hurts him one more time and I am there to see it…I don't…" A hitch of her chest. "…I don't know…how I will keep my heart together."

Swooping in for the rescue, Bruce was out of his seat and pulling her into his arms with lightning speed. "Lois. Lois, shhh, its ok." Rocking her gently and rubbing her back with long soothing strokes, Bruce Wayne offered her the comfort of his shoulder as rare tears fell. After several long minutes, the tears began to subside.

"Lois…" Bruce Wayne took his life in his own hands. "…do you love him?"

"I plead the fifth."

Bruce smiled at the petulant response sniffled against his shoulder. "That's not really relevant here, but…ok." Pulling back, Bruce took her face in his hands and waited patiently till her injured gaze met his. "Lois, is there any chance that he loves you?"

The pain in her eyes was naked and raw. "The safe bet on that is a resounding 'no'."

Given his very limited experience with Lois Lane, Bruce would have wagered his entire fortune just to differ. But he feared, given her state of mind, it would be a losing argument.

Instead, he looked deep into the eyes of the incredible woman in his arms…and understood. "And you want to be safe right now. That's why you're here with me instead of back home risking your heart on him."

Lois innocently blinked up at him. "Are you sure you and Ollie didn't talk last night?"

Bruce chuckled. "Bold and brash, you are." He wiped away one tear with his thumb. "Complicated, you are not." A warm smile accompanied the assessment as he brushed away another tear. "It's refreshing, you know. To not have to second guess every word or look. To know that what you see, truly is what you get."

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, Bruce led Lois to the couch and eased her onto the plush cushions. He sat beside her close enough to give comfort, far enough to maintain emotional perspective. "Which is why I can't understand why you'd want to be anything other than yourself."

"It's been my experience that girls like me don't get to keep guys like you, or Ollie…Clark. You know, the good ones." A sad smile touched her lips. "Knights in shining armor usually move fairy princesses to the top of their rescue list. Not snarky, nail-biting, workaholic reporters."

"On the contrary. The smart knights do."

"Right." Lois chuckled mockingly as she rolled her eyes.

"Lois…" Bruce waited till he had her attention. "…even knight understands that rescuing the princess may make him a king for a day, but his true home is the woman that loves him for who he is, sees him for what he can be and stands by his side ready to fight whatever evil knocks on his door." Leaning forward his voice lowered to a whisper as if he were about to share a deep, dark secret. "Snark is definitely a quality we good knights treasure."

"Bruce…" For the first time that morning, Lois actually laughed. Then she quickly sobered. Her gaze lowered as she nervously bit her lower lip. "So…now you know everything." She swallowed hard. "Where does that leave us?"

Ready for the question, but not yet ready for the inevitable, Bruce paused as if in deliberation before gathering her hands in his.

"Well, it seems to me you have a choice to make." When he finally answered, his words sent butterflies tripping through her stomach. "You can either stay here, marry me and take what I have to offer you."

"Which, to be clear, is everything I have and everything I am. For the rest of my life. If you stay, I will be your constant companion, and I will do everything in my considerable power to make you happy." The depth of emotion in his eyes caused her breath to still. "Despite my secret identity, Lois, I am a safe bet."

She swallowed hard, her voice sounding small in the stillness. "And my second choice?"

"You can go home and risk your heart on perhaps the greatest love you'll ever know." Bruce answered softly.

"But Clark…" She pulled in a shaky breath. The vulnerability in her hazel eyes was palpable. "…doesn't love me."

"No?" A sad, knowing smile touched his lips.

He reached into the same drawer from which he had extracted her file and pulled out another one. After hesitantly placing it in her hands, Bruce Wayne leaned over and gently touched his lips to hers, before reluctantly pulling away to look in her eyes.

"The choice, Lois Lane, is up to you."

And with that one whispered challenge against her lips, Bruce Wayne was gone.

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The slip of paper the General had given him was a dead end. The coordinates lead him to the center of Gotham City, where he'd been making inquiries, and following leads. It was obvious she had been here weeks ago, but then the trail went cold.

The ringing of Clark's cell phone broke his concentration. Absently reaching for it, he flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Clark, man, do you never answer your phone?" The voice on the other end was beyond irritated.

"Ollie? Sorry. I've been busy." Clark answered lamely. "Uh…what's up?"

"I found her."

"What?" Clark's head snapped up, his expression animates and his blue eyes instantly alive.

"Lois. I found her."

"Where?"

"I can't tell you."

Fire unexpectedly shot out of his eyes and took out a billboard a block away. "What?!"

"Look." Oliver Queen could feel Clark's rage reaching out to him through the phone. He hastened to douse it. "Clark, she's fine and she's safe. And if I'm right, she'll be back in Smallville tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, but…"

"Clark, I can't explain." Ollie cut him off. "That's for Lois to do. Just go home and wait for her, ok?" Not waiting for Clark's response, Ollie offered up a word of advice. "And Clark? When you see her...ignore her words…and listen to her heart."

"But…"

"Listen to her heart." Ollie repeated before the line went dead.

"Ollie…dammit!" The cell phone in Clark's hand crumbled into a million pieces. "UUGGHH!!"

Clark Kent's emotions were on overload. He swung around and grabbed the nearest thing, ripping it out of the ground and preparing to toss it like a shot put. It just happened to be a newspaper stand. The Gotham Globe. And there just happened to be a paper inside. With a photo and a headline that read…

Billionaire Bruce Wayne to Marry
Mystery Woman Snags Gotham's Premiere Playboy

The Globe asks: Just who is Lois Lane?

Tbc…