#hersupercousin

Lois brisked the bangs away from her face, as she bit on a pen, typing away like a mad woman. She had a tight deadline and she only just got a perfect angle for the article on school board councils pocketing the money for after school programs. Her connect had to be hustled to reveal one of the cooked up books. She promised she wouldn't reveal his identity and she so happen to have an extra ticket to the monster jam. It nearly killed her to let them go, but this was not only juicy but needed. These guys didn't deserve to be out there thinking there untouchable. Lois took a sip of her already cold bland coffee and grimaced at the taste as she attempted to proof read. Spelling and grammatical errors were never her forte but she figured Perry would catch it if it was that bad. She didn't even realize it was so late, that the daily planet was empty. She could have sworn someone's voice like Jimmy saying not to stay up to late and the sound that came out of her voice didn't even sound human as she continued to type away. There was a laugh she was sure, but not bothered. It was never personal, but when you had a story, it was respected when you went all the way to get it finished. 

“I’m offended Superman, I’ve turned my life around. Come on now, paroled, I’m in therapy, I’ve even started paperwork on a charity to help refugee aliens.”

Clark heard the mechanics of the gun do whatever it did before the the hammer kicked back so he had plenty of time to prepare during the woman’s hold up. As the gun shot Clark, seemingly out of nowhere, jumped in front of the woman and landed in a heap on the ground. Although he caught the bullet in his hand which was now closed he made seemed like that wasn’t the case. With his eyes closed he heard the criminals footsteps as he ran off.

Darcy was eyeing the barrel of the gun, the way it was shaking in her muggers grip, and she just got that feeling that said this was going to end very very badly. And though she could survive being shot, it was still going to suck major balls. Before she had time to react, the gun went off. There was no pressure though, no sharp punch to the gut, and it took her a moment to realise why.