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The bullpen at the Daily Planet was nearly silent, the kind of quiet that only came after midnight when even the janitors had made their rounds. Lois sat hunched over her monitor, glaring at the half-finished article taunting her from the screen. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a frustrated groan.
A soft thud broke the silence. A fresh cup of Jitters slid into her line of sight just as warm hands settled on her shoulders. Clark’s thumbs started working slow circles into the knots at the base of her neck.
“Ugh, I needed that. This article is driving me insane.”
“Let me know how else I can help, Lo.”
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, savoring the caffeine and the massage. “This is already helping, Smallville.”
He chuckled, fingers still moving up to the tense muscles near her collarbone before finally stepping around to sit on the corner of her desk. He took a moment to watch her, his tie loosened, and his sleeves rolled up.
“You know, our six-month anniversary is coming up.”
Lois blinked and looked up at him over the rim of her cup. “Really?”
“Mhm.” Clark nodded, a little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I was wondering if you wanted to do anything to celebrate. I had an idea if you’re. up for it.”
She leaned back in her chair and gave him a sly look. “Well, I know it probably involves both of us naked, so I’m automatically on board.”
Color crept into his cheeks, but he didn’t look away. “Well, yes, and no, but making love is definitely on the agenda.”
Lois snorted, amused. “Making love, I keep forgetting you’re old-fashioned.”
Clark rolled his eyes playfully at her.
“But really, what do you wanna do?” Lois added with a laugh
“I was thinking we could take a trip somewhere together. The whole weekend. Just the two of us.”
That got her attention. She straightened, eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
She pretended to consider it seriously. “Well, that’s a whole lot of naked.”
“I know,” he said, tone teasing. “We can tell everyone we’re out chasing a lead on a story.”
She pointed at him. “So you had this planned! Look at you, Smallville! Where are we gonna go?”
“That’s a surprise.”
Lois squinted suspiciously. “How will I know what to pack?”
“I’ll pack for you.”
“The last time you packed for me, you brought me three T-shirts and no underwear.”
He didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. “That could’ve been intentional.”
“Oh, I know it was.” She leaned forward on her elbows. “Okay, come on, just give me a hint.”
“Pack warm.”
Lois leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, but a smirk tugging at her mouth. “Alright, fine. Where am I meeting you for this top-secret weekend of yours?”
Clark didn’t miss a beat. “My place. Saturday morning.”
She gave him a mock-suspicious look. “So you can make sure I don’t sneak any underwear into the bag?”
“That, and I know you’ll try to pack half your closet if I let you.”
She clicked her tongue but didn’t argue. “Alright. Your place.”
He pushed off her desk and stood, smoothing his shirt. “I’ll let you get back to your article.”
He dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, already turning to leave, until her hand shot out and caught him by the tie. With one quick tug, she pulled him back down and kissed him properly, warm and sure and nothing like the quick goodbye he had in mind.
Clark froze for half a second, surprised, then kissed her back fully, one hand bracing on the desk beside her and the other coming to rest gently along her jaw. When they finally separated, they were both a little breathless.
Lois smirked up at him. “That’s how you say goodnight, Smallville.”
He was still smiling as he straightened his tie. “Noted. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Clark landed with a gentle crunch of boots on snow, setting Lois down on the glittering ice. Wind whipped across the tundra, but she barely noticed. Her eyes widened as the ice beneath them began to rumble and shift, giant crystalline spires rising from the ground like a cathedral being built at super speed.
The Fortress of Solitude emerged in full, glowing faintly blue in the arctic light.
Lois stared open-mouthed. “Well,” she said, pulling her hat down over her ears, “that explains why you don’t have a key for this place.”
Clark smiled at her wonder. “I used to have one. I don't use it anymore.”
She looked up at him. “Let me guess, you lost it?”
“No,” he said, laughing. “It weighed about a million tons. Literally. I’m the only one who can pick it up.”
Lois blinked. “Oh. Right. Normal boyfriend problems. Heavy keys.”
He put his arm around her. “Come on. There’s a lot to see.”
Inside, warm golden light reflected off the crystal walls. The Superman robots approached immediately, their steps smooth and deliberate.
“Welcome back, Superman and Miss Lane,” they chimed in perfect unison.
Lois jumped. “Okay, that’s creepy and flattering at the same time.” She tugged her giant purple jacket tighter. “You programmed your little crystal minions to know my name?”
Clark rubbed the back of his neck. “They… may have been briefed.”
Lois grinned because he looked adorably embarrassed.
“Superman,” the robot designated Gary announced, “would you like to see the footage of your parents?” Gary looked at Lois. “He finds it soothing.”
Clark cleared his throat. “Not now, Gary. I’m okay, but thank you.”
Gary bowed slightly. “There is no need for gratitude, sir. We exist to serve. Shall we retrieve your belongings for your stay?”
“Yes, that would be great, Gary,” Clark said.
Gary's eyes glowed momentarily. “The task will be completed shortly. While you wait, would you like a guided tour of the data vault, the star chamber, the botanical dome, or the holographic history archive?”
Clark looked around helplessly. “I don’t even know where to start here.”
Lois slipped her hand into his. “That’s okay, Smallville. Just show me whatever you think is cool.”
He guided her through the halls, showing her memory crystals, Kryptonian archives, the observatory, and a shimmering chamber that seemed to bend starlight itself. He had even shown her the Tiantic, which he had recently found at the bottom of the ocean. She loved it.
At the end of the tour, Lois leaned into him, her voice low and warm. “As much as I appreciate the educational experience… I’d like to revisit the bedroom in here if you’re willing.”
Clark’s smile grew crooked. “Oh, I’m willing.”
He leaned in to kiss her, hands brushing her waist. Their lips nearly brushed—
BOOM. CRASH. WHAM.
Something barreled into the floor farther down the hall, shaking the entire icy structure.
Lois jerked back. “What the hell was that?”
Before Clark could answer, the Superman robots stepped forward. “Alert, sir, your cousin and her canine have arrived.”
Oh boy.
Before he even processed that sentence, Krypto shot into the room like a white missile.
“Krypto, no-!”
WHAM. The dog barreled straight into Clark’s chest, knocking the wind out of him and slamming him flat on his back. Clark hit the floor so hard it cracked beneath him. The dog immediately began wriggling excitedly across his chest, licking his face, then bouncing up and down with such force that it sent Clark sliding three feet across the ice-slick surface like a rag doll.
“Krypto!” Clark groaned, pinned beneath a wagging tail and an overjoyed superdog, “Ow! Stop it! Ow! Ow!”
Krypto took this as encouragement and shoved his giant head under Clark’s arm, flipping him clean over. Lois blinked as her boyfriend, a literal god among men, was manhandled by a dog like a chew toy. She was trying to hold in her laugh so hard. She had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling.
Krypto barked happily and immediately redirected his excitement to Lois. Then his ears perked, and Clark’s heart stopped. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Krypto. He adored him (In his own way). But a superdog meeting someone he wasn’t familiar with and someone Clark loved more than anything, always made his pulse spike.
“NO, NO, Krypto, be careful with her!” Clark yelped, scrambling to his feet. “Don’t hurt Lois! Superman robots, protect her!”
“Kal, he isn’t going to listen to you,” Kara muttered as she floated down from the upper balcony. Her flight path wobbled. “He doesn’t listen to anybody.”
Lois braced herself, expecting to be tackled by a missile with fur. Instead, Krypto stopped inches from her boots, tail wagging at a dangerous velocity.
Kara snapped her fingers lazily. “Krypto, buddy, it’s okay. Be nice to the pretty lady.”
Krypto whined excitedly and tried to nudge Lois’s hand. She lifted her palm hesitantly.
“Oh. Okay,” she said as he licked her glove. “This is… not terrifying. Great.”
Clark sagged like his soul had reentered his body. “Good boy. Very good boy.”
Lois exhaled with him. “That was… surprisingly wholesome. I thought I was about to become a Lois-flavored chew toy.”
Krypto sat proudly, tail thumping hard enough to rattle a nearby crystal column.
Clark moved to her side immediately, placing a protective arm around her waist. “Lois, this is my cousin. Kara. Kara, this is Lois Lane, she's the best reporter at the Daily Planet. And…” His voice warmed. “My girlfriend.”
Lois could practically feel the glow on him when he said it.
Kara squinted at Lois, then gasped loudly. “Wait. Oh my god. You’re the girl from the picture that Kal keeps on his nightstand! I thought it was the fake photo that comes with the frame, but you’re totally real!”
Lois arched a brow. “He keeps my picture on his nightstand here?”
Clark shut his eyes. “Kara, please.”
Krypto barked as if agreeing.
And then Kara turned an alarming shade of green.
“Oh no,” she mumbled.
Before anyone could react, she bent forward and puked all over the crystal floor.
Lois stepped back instantly. “Well. Good to know super stomachs still fail.”
Clark didn’t waste a second once Kara finished emptying her stomach. He turned to one of the Superman robots still standing by in perfect posture.
“Twelve, can you please clean this up and sanitize the floor?”
“At once, Superman,” Twelve replied, already projecting a containment field around the mess.
One of his robots is named Gary, but the others have numerical names. Lois figured she'd circle back to that later. She stepped forward before Clark could stop her.
She gently placed a steadying hand under Kara’s arm. “Come on. Up we go.”
Kara blinked blearily at her. “You are… very nice. I like her, Kal. She’s warm.”
Lois snorted. “Yeah, well, that’s the coat.”
Kara giggled like that was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
Before Clark could comment, his entire posture shifted. His eyes unfocused, head tilting upward. Lois recognized that look instantly.
He was hearing something distant. Something bad.
“Clark?” she asked quietly.
His jaw set. “There’s a nuclear facility breach on the East Coast. The reactor shielding collapsed. I have to go.”
Lois nodded immediately, tightening her grip on Kara so he knew she had this handled. “You don’t have to explain. Go. Do your job, Smallville. We’ll be here.”
He stepped close, cupping her face with a gentle thumb across her cheek. “I’m sorry. I really wanted today to just be for us.”
“It still is,” she said. “Just… with some guests.”
That made him smile. He kissed her forehead.
“Kara,” he said, turning to his cousin, “Lois is going to help you get some rest. Don’t try to fly anywhere.”
Kara saluted clumsily. “Yes, sir, Superman, sir.”
Clark rolled his eyes as Lois laughed at that.
“Krypto,” Clark added, pointing sternly at the dog, “Be gentle. Very gentle. No jumping on anything or anyone. Especially Lois.”
Krypto barked with what sounded like a promise. Or chaos. Hard to tell.
Clark looked to the robots. “Make sure Lois and Kara have anything they need. If Lois asks for help, you help her before anyone else. And keep Krypto supervised.”
The robots nodded in perfect synchronization. “Understood.”
Finally, Clark turned back to Lois, hesitating just long enough for her to see the worry in his eyes.
“I’ll be as quick as I can.”
“I know,” she said softly.
And then he was gone in a rush of wind and cape, the crystal lights rippling in his wake.
Lois glanced at Kara, who was leaning heavily against her shoulder.
“Alright,” Lois sighed, adjusting her grip. “Let’s get you horizontal before you decide to redecorate again.”
Lois grunted as she shifted Kara’s arm over her shoulder again. “Okay, up we go, up we go… wow. You are strong. Like really strong. You might even be heavier than Clark. Not that you’re heavy, I mean, you’re clearly not heavy, you’re all Kryptonian muscle, which is… dense, I guess? I’m rambling, oh God—”
Kara blinked at her, pupils uneven from the booze, and then burst out laughing. “It’s okay. I get it. And yes. I’m heavier than Kal. I can arm-wrestle him under a second if you wanna see sometime.”
Lois snorted. “Great. I’ll sell tickets.”
With another heave, she guided Kara through the crystalline hallway. Kara stumbled once, but Lois tightened her grip and kept her upright.
“Almost there,” Lois muttered, nudging open an open bedroom door with her hip. “Just a few more steps…”
Kara practically melted onto the bed the second her knees touched it. Lois had to catch the rest of her, so she didn’t faceplant.
Kara flopped backward, staring dreamily up at the carved crystal patterns in the ceiling. “I like you,” she said suddenly, voice soft. “I can’t believe Kal finally brought another person here besides me. He never brings anyone here. Ever.”
Lois froze for a second, surprised by the sincerity beneath the drunk wobble.
Kara smiled, eyes half-lidded. “He must be head over heels for you.”
Lois felt her chest warm, her throat tighten just a little. She loved him with everything in her.
“Yeah.....same goes for me.”
Kara’s lips curled into the sweetest, most uncoordinated grin. “Aweeee… that’s so sweet.”
She reached up as if to pat Lois’s face and missed by about six inches.
Lois caught her hand and gently placed it back on the blanket. “Okay, no more high fives for you.”
Kara giggled, closing her eyes. “I’m glad he has you. He really needed someone. I thought he was gonna marry one of his robots.”
Lois snorted at that.
“And you…you seem good.”
Kara blinked once, already halfway to unconsciousness. “Mmm. Good,” she echoed.
Lois swallowed, that unexpected warmth in her chest tightening again. “Thanks. Um… get some rest, I guess.”
But Kara was already gone, flat-out, starfished across the bed, snoring softly.
Lois gently backed out… only to nearly trip over a wall of white fur.
Krypto stood directly behind her. Just staring.
Tail wagging once like a seismic event.
“Oh. Uh… hi, dog,” Lois whispered. Krypto trailed behind her as she took a small step in the other direction. “Are you… following me?”
Krypto woofed quietly and nudged her hand with enough force to shove a refrigerator. Lois stumbled, caught the wall, and patted him awkwardly. Yeah she was never gonna be an animal person.
“Okay, I guess,” she muttered. “We’re friends now. Please don’t, like, blast a hole through anything.”
Krypto wagged harder.
She wandered into the main atrium, trying to kill time, and found one of the robots, Gary, standing over a hard-light chessboard, perfectly still.
He turned as she approached. “Ms. Lane. Would you like to begin a chess match?”
Lois blinked. She had never in her life planned to play chess with an alien robot… but here they were. And she packed her computer away in one of her bags. Did the Fortress get reception? That's another question she'd ask Clark later.
“Sure,” she sighed, sitting down. “Why not? Add it to the list of Things Lois Lane Never Thought She’d Do.”
Krypto settled at her feet, massive chin on her shoe.
About forty-five minutes in, midway through her triumphant capture of Gary’s rook, the Fortress emitted a sharp, low-toned ping.
Lois frowned. “What was that?”
Gary responded in his serene, polite voice. “Superman is returning.”
Another ping. The lights shifted slightly, as though the entire Fortress was waking up.
Krypto’s ears shot upright.
Gary added, “Preparations initiated.”
And then Clark’s whistle echoed through the crystal halls. A single, slicing note, low, sharp, and commanding.
Krypto bolted. Not ran. Super-sped out of the room so fast the chessboard flickered from the shockwave.
Lois’s hair whipped back. “Okay then!”
All the robots moved at once, graceful and efficient, activating equipment, extending diagnostic panels, preparing the healing chamber before Lois could blink.
It was like watching a hospital, an airport ground crew, and a military base operate at once.
Moments later, Clark appeared in the corridor, Krypto dragging him by his cape, bruised, suit scorched, posture careful.
Lois stood immediately, heart dropping into her stomach. “Clark.”
He managed a tired smile. “Hey.”
Two robots guided him toward the healing platform. Lois followed quickly, pulse thudding.
Her chest tightened. It was strangely emotional. Sweet. Vulnerable. A side of Clark no one else could ever fathom. She couldn’t help thinking that he had a whole sanctuary built to take care of him, to soothe him. Something she had never had, not once. And yet, she was grateful he did.
A small wince escaped him as one of the robots scanned a deeper bruise.
Lois stepped forward on instinct. “Clark? Are you alright?”
He nodded, still giving her that soft, reassuring look. “I’m okay. Just… still sore. Takes a second sometimes.”
Lois swallowed and tried to focus anywhere but the ache in her chest. “Okay. Good. I’m just gonna… stand here. Not hovering. Definitely not hovering.”
Clark’s lips twitched. “You can hover if you want.”
She rolled her eyes, pretending she didn’t melt entirely. She stroked the side of his face, and he smiled at her.
Twenty-Two and Gary approached immediately, scanning him from head to toe.
“Superman,” Five reported, “you have sustained moderate blunt trauma and radiation exposure. Healing cycle is recommended.”
Gary chimed in, “Initiating solar rejuvenation chamber. Would you like to view the footage of your parents while recovering? You often find it soothing.”
Clark stilled. He wanted to say yes. She could tell.
But then he looked at her, really looked at her—standing there worried, supporting him, grounding him. His expression softened.
“No,” he murmured, lifting a hand to cover hers. “That won’t be necessary, Gary. I’m fine right here.”
He said it like the truth he had just realized for himself. He could never love someone as much as he loved Lois.
Gary bowed his head. “Understood.”
Clark’s fingers curled weakly around Lois’s. Not gripping out of pain, just holding, almost shyly, like he needed the contact.
Lois squeezed back, her voice low. “It’s okay, Clark.”
She lifted his hand, pressed one more reassuring kiss to his knuckles, and then stepped back to give the solar chamber full access. The golden light brightened as the robots gently guided Clark into the healing cradle. They secured his shoulders and arms with careful precision, more a support system than a restraint.
Clark didn’t wince. The exposure should have hurt more, but my mind only thought of Lois even as the light intensified.
The robots increased the energy output. His bruises faded within seconds; the singed edges of his suit crisped back into place. Clark breathed out slowly, his body relaxing as the chamber did its work. With Lois watching him, worry etched across her face, he healed even faster. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t.
As soon as the chamber released him fully, Clark swung his legs over the side and stood, still a little wobbly but already steadying with each breath of sun-warmed air.
Lois barely had time to exhale before he closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in with the kind of embrace that said more than words ever could. Lois melted into him, her hands sliding up his back, feeling for herself that he was whole again.
He tilted her chin up with the gentlest touch and kissed her—slowly, gratefully, like he was reminding himself she was real and here and safe.
Lois kissed him back, threading her fingers through his hair. When they finally parted, Clark rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in.
Clark pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and asked, “Are you okay?”
Lois smiled, stroking the side of his left head like she always did. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just… I have so many questions. And some of them got answered when you got here.”
Clark’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Oh? What do you want to know?”
“Where do I even start?”
“Start anywhere. I’m all ears.”
"Okay, why does only one of your robots have a normal name?"
Kara groaned as she blinked awake, the room spinning slightly around her. Her head throbbed, and she could feel the remnants of too many drinks from the night before. She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples, and glanced around. The familiar crystal walls of the Fortress loomed over her. She tugged her beat-up trench coat tighter around her shoulders, the fabric worn but comforting. She shivered slightly in the cool air of the Fortress and decided she should find Krypto. The super-dog’s antics from last night still made her grin, and she figured he might need some company, or at least she did.
She peeked into the main room. Krypto was napping mid-air, floating a few inches off the floor, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. She smiled faintly at the sight. “Okay, buddy. You do you,” she murmured.
Then she straightened up and called out, “Hey, robots! One of you numbers… where are Kal and Lois?”
Gary’s voice came from nearby, calm and precise. “Superman and Ms. Lane are currently having dinner on the Titanic exhibit.”
Kara’s eyes lit up. “Oh…Food. Finally. Thanks!”
She tugged her coat tighter around herself, glanced at Krypto still napping, and headed down the corridor toward the exhibit, anticipation building.
Kara stepped into the Titanic exhibit, tugging her trench coat tighter around her shoulders. She hung back near the entrance, trying not to be noticed, and overheard Lois and Kal at the table.
“I swear, Smallville, your spit broke the sink!” Lois accused, half-laughing.
Clark raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “My spit? That’s impossible. Yours has superspeed properties too, you know.”
Lois threw her hands up. “Aha! No, no! You with that superspit! I am completely innocent here. Who else in the office can spit like that, Clark? Huh? No one!”
She hated that she felt a stab of jealousy, hated that it made her stomach twist.
He’s always had someone, she thought. First, his adoptive parents, who loved him completely. Then she, as his cousin, was sent to make sure he stayed safe, and turns out he never needed her at all. The last person of her kind never needed her. And now Lois. She makes him laugh like that. She touches him like that. She loves him. And he… he loves her.
Kara’s jaw tightened. She didn’t want to be bitter. She wasn’t naive like Clark, seeing only the good. She saw the truth. Lois was good. And yet… she couldn’t step in. Not now. Not while he was here, happy.
She flew back to the main room, finding Krypto still napping mid-air nearby. Kara flew up to him, scooping him up gently. The dog shifted, letting her cradle him against her shoulder. She and Krypto would crash elsewhere tonight.
Clark barely made it down the hallway before Lois grabbed him by the collar and kissed him so hard his feet left the ground. She laughed when she realized he was floating, and he scooped her up in his arms without breaking the kiss. They drifted higher until Lois wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Smallville,” she murmured against his lips, “if you keep flying me around like this, I’m never touching the ground again.”
“I can live with that,” Clark breathed, kissing her again, deeper this time.
Lois tugged on his hair. “Then take me to your bedroom.”
He nodded, dizzy with her, and floated them forward. They barely rounded the corner before Lois kissed him again, slow and hungry, and he gently pushed her against the wall, laughing softly when she nipped at his jaw.
“Clark,” she whispered, “your room. Now.”
He swallowed, heat flooding his cheeks. “We’re almost—Lois—okay, wait.”
She pulled back just enough to glare at him. “What's wrong?”
“Kara,” he said, still holding her. “She’s asleep in one of the next rooms.”
Lois blinked. “And?”
“And Kryptonian hearing,” Clark managed, trying to focus. “It’s… sensitive. Very sensitive.”
“So your robots can hear too?”
Clark sighed, trying not to smile. “Not when shut off for the night. Just give me one second. I need to make sure she’s okay.”
Lois gave him a reluctant sigh and kissed him once more. “Fine, Smallville.”
He set her down reluctantly and stepped into the next chamber. “Kara? You awake?”
Silence.
He moved closer. “Kara?”
Still nothing.
He opened the door fully. The room was empty. Kara’s trench coat, boots, and Krypto are all gone. A short note sat on the nightstand:
Thanks for letting me crash. Tell Lois she’s cool.
See you soon Kal. — Kara
“They left.”
Lois appeared behind him, arms sliding around his waist. “Didn’t want to intrude?”
“She never does, she just kinda pops in and out when she wants to.” Clark said, looking at the note.
“She kind of doesn’t seem like the type to stay put.”
“No,” Clark sighed. “She’s not.”
Lois could tell this wasn't a topic he wanted to really discuss further. She tugged him toward the hall again with a wicked little grin. “Now, Mr. Kent… where were we?”
Clark lifted her into his arms again in answer, kissing her as he floated them gently back toward his room.
Lois woke up to quiet.
Pale blue light filtered through the Fortress, refracting endlessly, like dawn caught inside ice. She shifted beneath the sheets and immediately felt him.
They were tangled together, the blankets twisted from sleep, her leg hooked over his without either of them seeming inclined to fix it. Clark lay on his side beside her, head propped on his elbow, just like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.
She squinted at him. “Okay,” she said. “First question.”
He smiled.
“What time is it?”
“Just past six.”
She snorted. “You’ve been awake.”
“A while,” he admitted.
Lois studied him, the faint crease between her brows giving her away. “How long is ‘a while,’ farm boy?”
“Long enough to know I made the right choice.”
“Clark, you have to remember to sleep.”
“Well,” he said, turning his head to look at her fully now, “given the choice between closing my eyes or getting to look at you… it didn’t feel like much of a contest.”
She gently kissed him on the jaw and took a second to look at him. She hummed thoughtfully. “Alright, question number two.”
He raised an eyebrow, already smiling.
“Do your robots cook breakfast?”
“They can.”
“Do they cook well as you?”
“They can try.”
She laughed under her breath. “Okay, fine.” Then her expression shifted, curiosity slipping in the way it always did when a thought finally caught up to her. “One last question. Something that somehow slipped my mind last night.”
He waited.
“How was your cousin able to get drunk? I thought Kryptonians couldn’t get drunk, right?”
Clark chuckled softly. “Normally, we can’t. She likes to party on other planets. Ones with red suns. They depower us, but they can get us intoxicated.”
Lois nodded slowly, absorbing that, her mouth quirking like she was already filing the information away for later use.
After a beat, she looked back at him. “So how much do I have to pay to go to a red sun planet and watch you get drunk, Smallville?”