You tell her that Superman and Kent are one and the same.

"I don't know what to tell you, Lois," you say with a sigh, "Other then you should probably listen to your instincts more often."

"What the hell does that mean!?" Lois shouts, and she looks like she's on the verge of slapping you.

"You say you're a top reporter but even 'you' never notice Clark Kent's absence, his "convenient" absence whenever Superman is around."

"That doesn't mean that Clark is Superman." She argues back dismissively.

"And apparently, you also can't tell the difference between Clark Kent wearing glasses, when he's a reporter and when he's not wearing glasses while he's Superman."

"Why you, son of a bitch-" Lois tries to slap you, but you see it coming and figured that she would resort to something like that, so you block it with your hand.

"What's the matter?" Lois taunts, "Are you not used to getting slapped in the face by a girl?"

"There's no need for ****, Lois," You say while dropping your hand to your side, and Lois drops her hand to her side, as well, "I've been nothing but truthful to you."

"Yeah, right," she says with a huff, "The fact that you think Superman is Clark Kent is pretty hard for me to swallow!"

"You know what?" you say while throwing your hands up, "I've got a computer here with internet access, why don't you try looking up the name "Superman," on the internet and see what comes up and while you're at it, why don't you look up your name as well and see what the internet has to say about you!"

"Okay, I'll do that," she says, "Where's your computer?"