Superwoman’s Boyfriend: Clark Kent
[Image: A full color image of Lois Lane: Superwoman carrying her boyfriend Clark Kent in her arms.]
this is A Good Thing
“Please, um, Superwoman, I’d really like to get -.”
“I’ve got you Smallville, don’t you worry.”
Clark adjusted his glasses for the millionth time, not that it would make the height any better. “My co-worker Lois calls me that. Is there Kansas written on my face?”
She laughed. “Well, you’re certainly not a real city boy…”
When they did land, on top of a building (which still really really bothered him), Clark took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.
His heart was still beating hard, but he’d probably never forget the view.
“Thank you so much Ma’am.”
“I’m a Miss.” she said, hand on one hip. “And your pen burst.”
“What?” he looked at his pocket. “Shucks…” he muttered.
Superwoman wanted to laugh. She really did.
Men were so precious, just like her cousin Superboy. They really had no idea.
Better this than Batwoman.
She couldn’t take ANY jokes.
“Well, good day Citizen!” she said, starting to air walk away.
“Wait! Wait Ms. Super -er, Superwoman!”
She looked over her shoulder, doing a shampoo commercial hair toss. “Yes?”
“Can I get an exclusive with you?”
As soon as the word was out of his mouth, his demeanor changed.
Good job, Clark. Go for the jugular.
“Certainly. Where and when?”
“How about… how about the roof of the Daily Planet? Close to noon. We can have lunch and talk!”
“Oh, you buying?”
She nodded then flew away.
Ha ha! Clark… I’m going to tease you about this mercilessly. Someone’s got a crush on Superwoman! Someone’s got a crush on… shit, that’s me!