Post by Violet Khan on Aug 31, 2012 16:49:33 GMT 1
Metropolis. 21:53. September 1, 2042
`There have been reports of a person, which witnesses have described as cybernetic in nature, holding up City Hall and offering to give up the Mayor and other hostages for the appearance of Superman. Police stationed outside of City Hall have reason to believe that this is the same person that has been sighted at the various crime scenes around the city for at least a month now without being caught. Though there has not been a response from the Man of Steel just yet, the Metropolis Police Department have reason to believe that there will not be a need for Superman once certain details are addressed and sorted out. Stay tuned for any other inf—'
"Clark…"
The older woman turned on her heels slowly to face a man standing hunched over with hands pressing into the countertop in the kitchen and his head hanging low,
"I have a terrible feeling about this… worse than usual actually. Can't you just let the police take care of this? They've dealt with madmen like this before without an appearance from the Man of Steel. I don't see why this time should be any different."
Shuffling over to the man, her husband, and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder before rubbing it for a few seconds, Lois Lane-Kent thought of exactly how she might persuade him to look at the situation a bit differently and go along with her logic. When wasn't there a day when some crazy man or woman wanted to challenge Superman and see how far things could be pushed? To be quite honest, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted to mention that he was a bit out of practice and that there was a reason that new heroes existed. The idea that she needed him more than rest of the world, that their son needed him more than the rest of the world, that was what she wanted to convey. Sure, in the draft men were taken away from families for the purpose of war, but this wasn’t "wartime". Clark’s time had passed.
…they had agreed to that a while ago.
Nowadays, the Police and other heroes had the city pretty balanced with the occasional assistant of the Man of Steel. It was more in Clark's interest to take care of the Kent Farm in Smallville and help with humanitarian and other efforts around the world. That had been enough for him. That had been what they had agreed on as husband and wife. That had been the beginning of their "normal" life with one another. Regardless of the He hadn't sworn off the hero mantle, but it was supposed to be passed onto their son, Carl, and the new generation of heroes so that Lois and Clark could start to live a relatively normal life despite it being as late as it was. Only problem with that was: the willingness of this generation and particularly their son wasn’t impressive in the bulk of heroes. There were a few who proved their worth and showed that there was something to them, but most lacked the important discipline and general concern for the public that some older generations had.
Point in case? The relatively recent case of Octavius Thorson and Vincent Stark, which had been pretty big news in the Daily Planet and other newspaper outlets all over the world. The people involved lacked the same tact that some of the first and second generation of heroes had. Of course, Lois wasn’t going to completely place this on the poor Themyscrian kid, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he and some others hadn’t received the common sense to approach situations with a level head. Why hadn’t he consulted this new Justice League of… Avengers. Perhaps it had been the same pomp responsible for her behavior as a young adult that inspired the hardheadedness of the newer generation. Perhaps this was going to be a learning point for others to take into account. Perhaps…
Trailing off in her train of thought, the older woman’s blue and violet gaze fell onto the Man of Steel. Her heart dropped and a heavy sigh exited her lungs. No matter what she had said, she knew he had to go. No matter what she thought she could convince him of, she knew it would only suffice for a moment. Hell, even she wouldn’t have been able to maintain that reasoning. That was what a person got with marriage to a hero—at least that was all she could figure. It was pretty unnerving that Clark Kent belonged to her. He had promised himself to put her and her safety first during their vows, but he ultimately had to look out for everyone else. Lois Lane-Kent was indeed included in that everyone, but it wasn’t the same. So, while Clark Kent may have belonged to her, Superman belonged to the World.
Who was she to deny the unique hope and inspiration to the World?
Letting her hand slide off her husband, no the prolific hero’s shoulder, and coming to a sort of calmness, Lois let a small smile crack her somber expression and looked as best she could into Superman’s face. His expression was just as depressed and melancholy as hers had been. But she immediately spoke up, trying to stir a serious and supporting tone into her words.
"Well, Smallville, it looks like you’re on."
Man, if had been forever since she had called him that. The silent exchange between them, just a gaze here and a nod there took all of a few seconds. With that, Superman was gone within an instant and off to take on the World’s problems once again. Though she wouldn’t have been able to see him or any of the commotion from the living room window in their apartment, Lois pressed a hand to the glass and became to second guess her decision to let him go. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about death or injuries, but there was something about letting up on her feelings that bothered her. One more sigh left her, fogging up the window some, and all she could muster to say was a phrase that she suddenly felt like she hadn’t said enough.
"Clark …I …I love you."
`There have been reports of a person, which witnesses have described as cybernetic in nature, holding up City Hall and offering to give up the Mayor and other hostages for the appearance of Superman. Police stationed outside of City Hall have reason to believe that this is the same person that has been sighted at the various crime scenes around the city for at least a month now without being caught. Though there has not been a response from the Man of Steel just yet, the Metropolis Police Department have reason to believe that there will not be a need for Superman once certain details are addressed and sorted out. Stay tuned for any other inf—'
"Clark…"
The older woman turned on her heels slowly to face a man standing hunched over with hands pressing into the countertop in the kitchen and his head hanging low,
"I have a terrible feeling about this… worse than usual actually. Can't you just let the police take care of this? They've dealt with madmen like this before without an appearance from the Man of Steel. I don't see why this time should be any different."
Shuffling over to the man, her husband, and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder before rubbing it for a few seconds, Lois Lane-Kent thought of exactly how she might persuade him to look at the situation a bit differently and go along with her logic. When wasn't there a day when some crazy man or woman wanted to challenge Superman and see how far things could be pushed? To be quite honest, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted to mention that he was a bit out of practice and that there was a reason that new heroes existed. The idea that she needed him more than rest of the world, that their son needed him more than the rest of the world, that was what she wanted to convey. Sure, in the draft men were taken away from families for the purpose of war, but this wasn’t "wartime". Clark’s time had passed.
…they had agreed to that a while ago.
Nowadays, the Police and other heroes had the city pretty balanced with the occasional assistant of the Man of Steel. It was more in Clark's interest to take care of the Kent Farm in Smallville and help with humanitarian and other efforts around the world. That had been enough for him. That had been what they had agreed on as husband and wife. That had been the beginning of their "normal" life with one another. Regardless of the He hadn't sworn off the hero mantle, but it was supposed to be passed onto their son, Carl, and the new generation of heroes so that Lois and Clark could start to live a relatively normal life despite it being as late as it was. Only problem with that was: the willingness of this generation and particularly their son wasn’t impressive in the bulk of heroes. There were a few who proved their worth and showed that there was something to them, but most lacked the important discipline and general concern for the public that some older generations had.
Point in case? The relatively recent case of Octavius Thorson and Vincent Stark, which had been pretty big news in the Daily Planet and other newspaper outlets all over the world. The people involved lacked the same tact that some of the first and second generation of heroes had. Of course, Lois wasn’t going to completely place this on the poor Themyscrian kid, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he and some others hadn’t received the common sense to approach situations with a level head. Why hadn’t he consulted this new Justice League of… Avengers. Perhaps it had been the same pomp responsible for her behavior as a young adult that inspired the hardheadedness of the newer generation. Perhaps this was going to be a learning point for others to take into account. Perhaps…
Trailing off in her train of thought, the older woman’s blue and violet gaze fell onto the Man of Steel. Her heart dropped and a heavy sigh exited her lungs. No matter what she had said, she knew he had to go. No matter what she thought she could convince him of, she knew it would only suffice for a moment. Hell, even she wouldn’t have been able to maintain that reasoning. That was what a person got with marriage to a hero—at least that was all she could figure. It was pretty unnerving that Clark Kent belonged to her. He had promised himself to put her and her safety first during their vows, but he ultimately had to look out for everyone else. Lois Lane-Kent was indeed included in that everyone, but it wasn’t the same. So, while Clark Kent may have belonged to her, Superman belonged to the World.
Who was she to deny the unique hope and inspiration to the World?
Letting her hand slide off her husband, no the prolific hero’s shoulder, and coming to a sort of calmness, Lois let a small smile crack her somber expression and looked as best she could into Superman’s face. His expression was just as depressed and melancholy as hers had been. But she immediately spoke up, trying to stir a serious and supporting tone into her words.
"Well, Smallville, it looks like you’re on."
Man, if had been forever since she had called him that. The silent exchange between them, just a gaze here and a nod there took all of a few seconds. With that, Superman was gone within an instant and off to take on the World’s problems once again. Though she wouldn’t have been able to see him or any of the commotion from the living room window in their apartment, Lois pressed a hand to the glass and became to second guess her decision to let him go. Maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about death or injuries, but there was something about letting up on her feelings that bothered her. One more sigh left her, fogging up the window some, and all she could muster to say was a phrase that she suddenly felt like she hadn’t said enough.
"Clark …I …I love you."
