Post by Clark Kent on Feb 12, 2012 15:30:46 GMT -4
Clark sat at his desk, typing up a story he had finished on one of the homeless shelters that had recently opened in Suicide Slums. It was sponsored by a wealthy benefactor, whom he’d interviewed, who seemed genuinely interested in helping the less fortunate of Metropolis. It always thrilled him to see people doing their part to make the world a better place. He of course never attempted to take credit for inspiring other people, but it encouraged him to know that other people, human and metahumans alike, shared his goals, and wanted to do what they could to accomplish them.
He was a fast typer, even without super-speed, so he managed to finish the story, get it printed, and email it to Perry in a relatively short amount of time. He placed the finished manuscript in a file folder and sat back in his seat, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. As he did, his mind wandered once again to the issue that had been plaguing his mind for…well, years, but he hadn’t seriously considered it until a few weeks ago—telling Lois that Clark Kent and Superman were one in the same.
He kept telling himself that he’d do it, day after day, but he never worked up the nerve to do so. And when he did chicken out, he promised to do it the next day. This cycle had gone on for three weeks. This was beginning to get ridiculous. He could charge a robot fueled by kryptonite but he couldn’t tell the woman he loved the truth about himself. He was beginning to think he was slipping a bit too much into this ‘mild-mannered’ reporter persona, if this was scaring him this much. He rubbed his temples, straightened his tie, and sighed, getting to his feet.
Instead of going straight to Lois’s desk, he made a turn into the coffee room. She always takes things better with coffee… was his reasoning as he poured her a cup and took a few creamers as he left the room. He took a deep breath and finally crossed the bullpen to the ace reporter’s desk. He kept up his slouching, since of course they weren’t alone, and he didn’t want anyone getting bright ideas, but he did allow a bit of the confidence associated more with his more famous alter ego slip into his voice as he spoke. “Lois, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He was a fast typer, even without super-speed, so he managed to finish the story, get it printed, and email it to Perry in a relatively short amount of time. He placed the finished manuscript in a file folder and sat back in his seat, taking a sip from his cup of coffee. As he did, his mind wandered once again to the issue that had been plaguing his mind for…well, years, but he hadn’t seriously considered it until a few weeks ago—telling Lois that Clark Kent and Superman were one in the same.
He kept telling himself that he’d do it, day after day, but he never worked up the nerve to do so. And when he did chicken out, he promised to do it the next day. This cycle had gone on for three weeks. This was beginning to get ridiculous. He could charge a robot fueled by kryptonite but he couldn’t tell the woman he loved the truth about himself. He was beginning to think he was slipping a bit too much into this ‘mild-mannered’ reporter persona, if this was scaring him this much. He rubbed his temples, straightened his tie, and sighed, getting to his feet.
Instead of going straight to Lois’s desk, he made a turn into the coffee room. She always takes things better with coffee… was his reasoning as he poured her a cup and took a few creamers as he left the room. He took a deep breath and finally crossed the bullpen to the ace reporter’s desk. He kept up his slouching, since of course they weren’t alone, and he didn’t want anyone getting bright ideas, but he did allow a bit of the confidence associated more with his more famous alter ego slip into his voice as he spoke. “Lois, there’s something I need to tell you.”