#lois/clark

[bloggerspam]

"I'm telling you, Manson. He's definitely Superman."

"I just don't see it, Weston." Sam sighs as dramatically as she can, "This is Phantom all over again."

"Don't act like I was wrong then," Wes sneers, getting all up in her face. "And I am not wrong now!"

"Yeah, yeah." Sam rolls her eyes, perking up when someone enters the bullpen. "Oh, hi Mrs. Lane."

"Hello, Sam, Wes." Lois smiles in greeting as she makes her way across the room, "What's the scoop?"

Wes huffs, not answering but dutifully returning her greeting with a tight smile. Sensing an opportunity, Sam grins, shark-like.

"Oh, nothing, it's just…" Sam leans in, whispering conspiratorially, "Wes here's a bit of a conspiracy theorist, y'know?"

"Oh really now…" Lois obligingly whispers back, both women chuckling as Wes sputters in denial. "What's the theory today?"

"He thinks Mr. Kent is secretly Superman!" Sam watches gleefully as Lois doesn't so much as twitch, even as a crash can be heard in the next room over.

Sam knows Clark gets his coffee after his wife, gentleman that he is he always makes hers first and usually follows maybe a minute later with his own cup. She's delighted that today is a day Superman wasn't needed.

"Is that so?" Lois has a gleam to her eye like she knows Sam is up to something, but isn't sure what. "I wonder where he got that idea?"

"Honestly?" Sam shrugs, innocent as possible, "Could be anything with this guy!"

"That is not true!" Wes hisses, darting panicked glances towards the doorway to the breakroom. "You can't honestly believe that glasses and an ill-fitted suit do anything to hide that they're the same person. Jimmy dyed his hair three times last month when he went undercover, make up and everything, and it still was noticeably him!"

He's right, of course. It was extremely obvious the moment Sam saw him that Superman and Clark Kent were one and the same. It was honestly a surprise that only Wes caught on to Danny's 'secret identity' back in high school, and it's a big surprise that Superman is working under the same conditions.

Sam would suspect magic involved, but Superman is weak to magic, and Danny's almost immune.

Truly, another mystery for the world.

"I dunno, Wes…" Sam sighs once more, pressing a palm to her own cheek in thoughtful distress. "I just don't think Mr. Kent's tall enough!"

Lois looks like she's half a second away from busting up into laughter, bouncing her eyes between Sam and Wes like a tennis match.

Wes is splotchy red now, and honestly, she's pretty sure he knows she's fucking with him by now. Just as he's about to say something about it though, Clark Kent himself walks into the room.

Wes freezes like prey caught by a predator. Bully for him, he shouldn't have accosted her about it at work.

He shouldn't have accosted her period, but really, not even 30 feet away from Superman? An alien who can literally hear things from all over the god damn world?

Wes should know better.

"Good morning Mr. Kent!" Sam cheerily greets, "Having a super morning?"

Lois can't take it anymore and laughs hard enough to almost spill her coffee. Wes groans into his hands, finally realizing why Sam is acting this way.

"Morning Sam, Wes." Clark's wobbily smile matching the uneasy wobble of his voice, doing a dorky little wave. "I guess you could say I'm having a blast?"

Sam cackles. "And the coffee this morning?"

Clark huffs, looking helpless. "Out of this world."

Mechanic! Val AU Extras!

I decided to create a whole new post for the extras, apart from the main story. Sorry If the reblog confused anyone!

But hey, i finally got the inspiration to write this scene out!

It's really bad and rushed because I JUST finished it, but its done and i am not changing it. <3

Also on AO3 :)

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Jason has a plan.

He fidgets with the box of chocolates in his hands, waiting for the door to open. Danny had said he understood, in his texts, had reacted positively to Jason asking to see him, to celebrate Danny's move.

But text can only go so far, and the subtext is actively trying to murder Jason via anxiety and guilt.

Jason's not 100% sure, basically, that Danny knows Jason likes him. The misunderstanding was cleared, but the uncertainty has not.

Jason had a plan, a big one. He was going to take Danny, just the two of them, to the Gotham Observatory to celebrate the move. He was going to lead Danny through the exhibits that he had researched thoroughly before hand, and then take him to dinner at this little hole in the wall Italian place, with the perfect mood lighting and atmosphere for a cozy little dish of spaghetti. Maybe joke about Lady and the Tramp, tell Danny he's pretty.

He was going to ask Danny to be his boyfriend, cuddled up together in the ambient candle lights in his best leather jacket and a little moon rock pendant, to the moon and back and all that. It was going to be perfect, it was going to be good.

And then, maybe, in the far off future Jason could…could let Danny in. Let him know he knows about Phantom, despite Steph's doubts. Slowly start teasing Danny about Red Hood and Jason Todd being on his Hall Pass list.

But then Talia had snitched on Timbers, taunted Jason about how his little replacement was so very hard to catch before throwing a knife at his head.

And then the misunderstanding happened, and Val with the Red Hood reveal, and—

And Jason had a plan, but the plan went to shit.

But Jason is a Bat, against all fucking odds, and so he pivoted, adjusted, re-calibrated the entire time he was working on that stupid Mazda.

The new plan is sound. The new plan is a little slapshot, but it works, and Jason has been practicing his heartfelt apology and subsequent love confession for the last two hours.

The door opens, Danny looking worse for wear. He looks sad, downtrodden, and hurt. Eye red-rimmed and skin a pallor that insomniacs love to don, lips chapped and bitten to all hell. His hair is all over the place, and his voice creaks and cracks when it asks who is it? before the door is even fully open, and Jason thinks he'll have to tell Danny not to do that in Gotham, to check before opening the door because it's not safe and—

And Danny is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, eyes widening upon seeing him, looking flustered and embarrassed to be seen in "such a state."

Jason practiced, he reminds himself, for two hours.

The door opens, and Jason opens his mouth before Danny can even greet him.

"I'm Red Hood!" His voice squeaks at a pitch it's never squeaked before, "I'm Red Hood, you're Phantom, and I'm desperately hoping you understand that I'm an idiot and I was being chased by three ninja assassins and had bloody gloves and couldn't text properly."

Danny is speechless, Jason can see this by the way his mouth flaps open and shut but no sound comes out. Jason is about to crawl out of his own fucking skin. He doesn't remember what his speech was before. He pivots.

"I know I should have waited," He continues, and despite all the training he's so panicked he possibly can't even see anymore, "But I don't like making you wait if I can help it because I'm kind of desperately in love with you?"

There's a long silence.

"Was that a question?" A different voice calls out from behind Danny. Tucker, he thinks.

"No!" Fuck, his face is burning. He looks Danny in the eyes, tries to convey confidence. "I am desperately in love with you."

He stands there, just for a moment, before remembering the chocolates and shoving them gentle into Danny's chest, who takes it with a startled blink. "I got you chocolates. To say sorry, and that I like you."

Danny looks down on at the box, a novelty thing. They're fancy, high quality, shaped into the different moons of Jupiter. Jason had them custom made for the Observatory date.

"I—" Danny pauses, still seeming to process things as he stares at the chocolates in his hand, using his other hand to try and pat down his hair. He's beautiful, and Jason hates that he made him feel any type of negative feelings at all.

"It's okay," Danny finally settles on, smiling softly at him. Jason's insides feel like molten lava. "It was just a misunderstanding."

"Yeah," Jason smiles helplessly back, "But it still hurt you."

Before Danny can say anything to that, he's yanked back into the apartment. Jason reaches out, instinctively, before catching himself.

Sam stands in the doorway with her arms crossed and a scowl that could curdle milk.

Jason swallows dry spit.

"You did hurt him." Sam's voice is so low Jason could scoop it off the floor, "And Danny might forgive you, and Val might have let you off easy, but I don't like it when people hurt my friends."

Behind her, Jason can see Danny being dragged away by Tucker, who gives him a two fingered salute and a wink.

Well. Fuck.

Jason's got a long time to grovel before he can see Danny again, he can tell.

Jason takes a deep breath. It'll be worth it.

Because when all is said and done, he's gonna ask Danny to be his boyfriend.

By the way Danny blows him an apologetic kiss, he's fairly confident they'll be fine.

He catches the kiss and puts it in his pocket, ignoring Sam's rolling eyes, and prepares himself.

Jason, after all, has a plan.

[a-bunch-of-queerness]

clark: lois, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the d.a is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. lois: why? i’m fine on the stand! flashback to testimony #1 lois: look, i’ll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. lois, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. flashback to testimony #2 lois: i’m sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? defense attorney, next to the crying defendant: …crying? flashback to testimony #3 lois: and when this is over, i’m gonna find you and i’m gonna break those little fingers. judge: could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

[destiel-loses-to-everything]

[pinkiemachine]

I made a thing….

[jesncin]

"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

[hollis-art]

ngl im not even a superman fan. i just REALLY like clark kent,,, (thank you, Smallville, for that.)

[plausible-possible-perhaps]

I think about this tweet all the time because they would've been SO powerful...

Like Brendan IS the lovable "oaf" superhero, and Sandra IS the no-nonsense, competitive journalist. The VISION:

[vodrae]

Damian is standing behind the couch where the family is watching TV, hitting the "that show is so stupid" pose, but won't move. Big city girl is falling in love with country boy.

Suddendly Bruce enters the room: "Kids, that Christmas Eve we are with the Kents. Pack your luggaes we're going to Smallville."

Damian: NO WE'RE NOT !

[galaxy---ghost]

he didn’t get the hint

[gffa]

I'M CRYING, LOOK AT CLARK'S FACE WHEN LOIS GETS KRYPTONIAN POWERS

CLARK KENT IS THE REIGNING CHAMP OF BEING LOIS LANE'S #1 FAN THAT IS A MAN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY OVER THE MOON THAT HIS WIFE IS SO COOL AND STRONG AND AWESOME HE IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW JUST WATCHING HER THIS IS THE BEST OF OF HIS LIFE

[alukardtheabysswalker]

"You're so fucking crazy!...omg you ARE my girl 😍❣️💕💞"

[bigscaryd]

absolute trust coupled with "we can and will overcome natural law, time, and space to be together, and each of us is so absolutely sure of it we're scared of nothing in existence."

[comickergirl]

They've got the power of love and anime on their side!

[frownyalfred]

Being friends — not just colleagues — with Bruce Wayne, as a reporter, must be a fucking nightmare. Everything Clark knows about him is off the record. Clark has unique insight into world events, WE business, and Gotham politics, and he can’t use ANY of it.

Lois asks him casually about [large unfolding global event/Gotham kidnapping/etc] and Clark’s jaw snaps shut so quickly, it jolts everything in the apartment. They have a code phrase, and eventually a code look, for I know this but I can’t tell you how and please don’t ask me about it ever again.

She makes the mistake, one day, of asking him about Jason Todd’s death. Clark’s eyes spark red before he closes them, jaw clenched tight enough to form diamonds. And Lois’ job is to try, very very hard, not to follow down the burgeoning mental connection between Jason Todd and I can’t tell you about this.

[jesncin]

A comic about Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and typos.