Dinner and surprises.

Helped back up to his feet with the help of a pair of police officers, Superman stood to his feet and shook his head to clear it as the kryptonite poisoning finally ebbed away. Regaining his equilibrium and strength to stand.

“Hey there Supes, you okay?” Asked one of the officers helping him up.

“Yes… Thank you, I’m feeling better now.”

Looking towards the front façade of the national bank as flickered lights of gunfire flashes could be seen within, Clark could hear cries for help, panic and what sounded like heavy impacts from inside the building before everything went silent. Minutes went by with no indication of any activity within the bank, making everyone outside nervous. Even Clark was unsure what happened with his X-ray vision still recovering. But then Superman and the police were startled when the roof blew out of the bank from something catapulting up and out like a cannon ball into the air to land several blocks away on the roof of a 50 story skyscraper before leaping again and disappearing faster than they could keep track of. Still too weakened to give chase, Superman stormed into the bank with his regaining strength to look inside and check who was unharmed.

“What in…”

What he found were the five robbers defeated and sitting together in the middle of the floor, bruised and ****. Bound on the floor with their hands tied behind their backs, their weapons had been crushed by bare hands as if they were the consistency of soft clay in front of their splayed feet.

Scratching his head, the man of steel was at a loss for words, as were the rest of the authorities who quickly joined him inside the bank to find the five culprits already in custody.

“You missed it!” Cried out one of the bank tellers as they all got up from the floor. “I can’t believe you missed it!”

“Missed what?”

“She was incredible!” Answered another, checking her wrists after the ropes were loosened around her arms. “She just barrelled through here and walloped those guys like they were toddlers! Then she flew out the roof!”

Looking around the bank floor and finding bullet shells everywhere and a few cracked tiles where it looked like something heavy made impacts, Superman then turned his attention to the hole in the ceiling where sunlight could be seen cutting in through the gaping hole.

“Got yourself another hero there Supes?” Asked one of the police as he too looked up at the hole in the ceiling and to the relieved hostages.

“Maybe…”

Looking around the floor, Superman’s red boot tapped against something metallic. Looking down he found what appeared to be the plasma rifle that was used on him, now crushed, and twisted into a proverbial tin-foil ball by his feet. Startled at first, he was worried of any residual kryptonite radiation… Only to find he was still okay. Hesitantly picking the weapon up, he still did not feel anything from it.

“Whatcha got there Supes?”

“Looks like this is what they used to drop me to my knees.” He answered, turning it back and forth over his hand. “It’s a shame I can’t make out what it used to be before it was crushed.”

“Well, I think we got this handled Superman, try to sit down somewhere or something and get your strength back.”

Seeing that the situation was now under control and the crisis over, Superman waved everyone farewell and made his exit through the main entrance. A loss for words to who his unfamiliar savior was or where they went off to.

*

Kent residence… 10 minutes later.

Flying through the open screen door to the balcony of their shared apartment, Superman stepped inside his home and closed the screen behind him. Looking around the living room, he did not find Lois at her work desk.

“Lois? Are you home?” He called out, undoing his cape, and draping it over the nearest chair while he rubbed the back of his neck and sat down, rubbing over the sore spots still recuperating after the kryptonite poisoning.

“Hey sweety, rough day?” Called out Lois from the bedroom, the door closed for privacy.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. You were right about Lex’s weapon plans; some goons were robbing a bank and had a prototype kryptonite powered plasma rifle with them. Even got shot up a few times by it too.”

Opening the bedroom door to step out and toss some ruined clothes into the garbage bin nearby, Lois gave her husband a worried look as she pulled her hair free from the back of her freshly changed blouse and came around his chair to hug the man from behind. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders to drape down his chest, Lois pecked a kiss over his cheek.

“Aww, poor baby, where does it hurt?” Lois purred in Clark’s ear, letting her hands gently roam over his shoulders to ease his sore limbs.

Taking off the shirt of his costume, Clark pointed towards a healing burn on his shoulder and over his back that still stung. Immediately the woman sunk to her knees and began to pepper the burns with dotting kisses, smiling as she looked up at the man while her lips were around the healing spot, only to linger when she began to taste the ebbing flavour of kryptonite energy still in his system. Not too long afterwards, her kissing became more impassioned, even going so far as to lick at the healing burns only to pout when she found the flavour had gone away after a few seconds. When that happened, she moved to another burn, the one still healing on his back.

“Hey… That tickles.”

“Oops, sorry Smallville, got a little carried away…”

Snapping out of her fixation, Lois smiled back to the man and stood up, giving him a final kiss on the forehead before heading back down the hallway towards the kitchen where she looked over her shoulder with a smile.

“I’m planning dinner tonight if you’re hungry. You in the mood for spaghetti?”

“Pasta? Sure, that sounds great…” Sighed Clark, rolling his shoulder and finding it back to normal again. Looking over to find the small scorch mark he was surprised to find it gone. “Are you cooking or ordering out again?”

“Pff… I’m a city girl Smallville, we’re ordering out. End of story.”

Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, Clark got up and made his way to the bedroom to change, kissing Lois on the way as she pulled the phone off the wall and dialed the nearest Italian restaurant to order out.

Looking down the hall and watching the man close the door behind him, Lois smiled and wrung her hands together with barely contained glee. She did it. She saved her husband from one of Luthor’s prototype weapons, and it was so EASY! She never felt so powerful in her life, and all because she ate all the kryptonite she could get her hands on.

“This is amazing… If I can find the rest of the kryptonite storage silos, then Clark won’t have to worry about another green glowing problem in his… OH! Yes? I’d like to order spaghetti with garlic bread for two… Yes, I’ll be paying by card, 30 minutes? Thanks.”

Putting the phone back on the receiver, she heard Clark exit the bedroom changed in casual wear and coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. Wrapping her arms around his, she smiled wider and leaned back against his chest.

“I take it dinner is coming in half an hour. I heard you over the phone.”

“Sure is, but that just means we have some time to ourselves before the delivery, how ever will we pass the time?” Lois asked playfully, tapping her husband’s cheek with her finger before taking his hands in hers and guiding him towards the living room couch. The moment they were both seated, Lois straddled the man’s waist and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and behind his back, pressing her chest under his chin and giggling out loud at how he’d blush at her forwardness.

“What’s with the frisky attitude Lois?”

Playfully combing her fingers through his hair, Lois leaned back and tapped her chin in thought.

“Hmm… I figured since I’ll be off the story for a little while, maybe I’ll enjoy it with my favorite hubbie.”

Chuckling back at her flirtatious attitude, Clark quickly tilted his head in confusion when he noticed something out of place with Lois. Even Lois stopped her act of affection when he stopped to stare at her.

“What is it Smallville?”

“Hey honey, are you wearing contacts?”

“No, why?”

“Well, its just I don’t remember your eyes being green before.”