Lois is a hell of a woman, in anything she applies herself to. Work or snowbound sports. They saw little of each other, in the years between, but it's impossible to so much as observe Lois Lane and not be impressed. Further impossible to be involved like this, one step removed and sharing all kinds of cooties, and not imagine her and Clark. (They've flirted a little. Via texting. Bruce hasn't mentioned it but he's certain that Clark knows and that thought is somewhat erotic.)
So's the view, he doesn't say.
"Go on." No apology needed. He likes listening to you, Kansas. Meanwhile, unbuckling his belt.
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Lois is a hell of a woman, in anything she applies herself to. Work or snowbound sports. They saw little of each other, in the years between, but it's impossible to so much as observe Lois Lane and not be impressed. Further impossible to be involved like this, one step removed and sharing all kinds of cooties, and not imagine her and Clark. (They've flirted a little. Via texting. Bruce hasn't mentioned it but he's certain that Clark knows and that thought is somewhat erotic.)
So's the view, he doesn't say.
"Go on." No apology needed. He likes listening to you, Kansas. Meanwhile, unbuckling his belt.