Superior_Idiot
DCU Superman #21
“What do you want with me?” He chuckled before replying.
“I know about Ellen Lane.” She froze up slightly.
“And I wanna help.” She gave him a confused look.
“You, want to help me?” She asked.
“That’s what I just said.” He replied snarky.
“Why?”
“Because something about her death intrigues me, a car crash on the surface. But in actuality, it was-”
“A car bomb, I know, I was the one who found out and told the police about it.” She interjected.
“Right, and the police said they looked into it, only they gave so much as a glance before putting it back into storage. The difference is, I know who made it.” He finished.
“Who?” He scoffs in amusement.
“Sorry Mrs. Kent.” He walks up to her, face to face.
“I don’t kiss and tell. Besides, I have a gut feeling you’re gonna tell the big blue boy scout.” She gives him a cold stare before asking.
“And what makes you think I won’t tell him.” He’s silent before replying.
“A simple answer Mrs. Kent, I have what you’ve been wanting for nine years, information. But don’t worry, I’ll give it to you, provided you meet me tomorrow night.” He walks past her to the door.
“How will I be able to contact you?” He stops before turning back and replying with three words.
“Check the windows.” He left, she walked out the door to find him nowhere in the hallways of her apartment building. She closed and locked the door before running to the windows, locked, thankfully. She noticed a piece of paper, no, a post-it note. Which said ‘49 Maryville Ave’.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time Lois.” She muttered out before heading to bed.
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“Ugh.” Was the first thing she let out in the afternoon. She checked the alarm, 1:34 pm. She lazily got up and checked her Nokia phone. ‘Two missed calls.’ She fully woke up and called back, hoping he picks up.
“Hello?” He asked.
“Hey! Sorry I couldn’t pick up, just y’know, exhausted and all with the story and all.”
“Really, because last you told me you were bored out of your mind and said you could finish the report in a few hours.” She’s silent for a few moments,
‘Shit, I did say that.’ She says internally, mentally cursing herself. Before replying.
“I…. did, but y’know, I had to do other stuff with Jimmy and Ron, y’know.” She replied, trying her damndest to sound convincing.
“So, how’s Kasnia?”
“It’s doing pretty well helping out the citizens with the damages and all, I might be able to come sometime tomorrow in fact. How about you?”
“Oh well, it’s as I’ve said before, helping Jimmy and Ron, along with finishing the story.”
“Are you sure that’s all?” She’s silent for a bit, she wants to tell him, but…. She knows she can’t.
“Lois?” He asks, pulling Lois back from her distraction.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, just had my head up in the clouds for a second the-”
“Lois.” He interrupted.
“Is everything ok?” She let out a sigh before responding.
“I’m fine Clark, I’m just reminiscing about my mom.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” A smile escaped her.
“I’ll be fine, Clark, although as soon as you get here, Prankster will probably break out again.” I hear a soft laugh from him before I join in.
“Just know I’ll always be open.”
“I know, Clark.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” She says before hanging up. She lets out a deep breath. She knows she shouldn’t have to lie to him. But she has no choice, if she’s gonna solve her mother’s murder, she’s gonna have to do this without Clark.
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A few hours later
She walks around the address that was written on the post-it, which lead to a warehouse. There, she saw the man with no face.
“So glad you ca-”
“Cut the shit, let’s just get this over with.” She interrupts.
“Of course.”
“So, why are we here?”
“I’ll explain on the way to the wareho-” She grabs him by the shoulder forcefully turns him face to face.
“We agreed that you would tell me here, so tell me.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh of defeat.
“Fair enough Mrs. Kent, I’ll tell you why we’re here.” He turns back to the warehouse before he explains.
“I’ve been investigating the murder of your mother, when last night, I encountered a witness who was there around the time of the crash. Johnny Pryor, who I managed to get some information on the bomb.”
“And what about the bomb?” She asks with her arms crossed.
“It’s custom-made, the parts are mainly from a small nation of the Balkins known as Modora, which are well known for their rare type of wool and bombs. So I had a gut feeling that whoever used the bomb must’ve been born somewhere in eastern europe, so I asked a friend if there were any mercs from eastern europe. And there was only one I got.”
“Do they have a name?” She asked, eyebrow raised.
“No, but they have an alias, they’re known as, The Gargoyle.”
DCU Superman #21
“What do you want with me?” He chuckled before replying.
“I know about Ellen Lane.” She froze up slightly.
“And I wanna help.” She gave him a confused look.
“You, want to help me?” She asked.
“That’s what I just said.” He replied snarky.
“Why?”
“Because something about her death intrigues me, a car crash on the surface. But in actuality, it was-”
“A car bomb, I know, I was the one who found out and told the police about it.” She interjected.
“Right, and the police said they looked into it, only they gave so much as a glance before putting it back into storage. The difference is, I know who made it.” He finished.
“Who?” He scoffs in amusement.
“Sorry Mrs. Kent.” He walks up to her, face to face.
“I don’t kiss and tell. Besides, I have a gut feeling you’re gonna tell the big blue boy scout.” She gives him a cold stare before asking.
“And what makes you think I won’t tell him.” He’s silent before replying.
“A simple answer Mrs. Kent, I have what you’ve been wanting for nine years, information. But don’t worry, I’ll give it to you, provided you meet me tomorrow night.” He walks past her to the door.
“How will I be able to contact you?” He stops before turning back and replying with three words.
“Check the windows.” He left, she walked out the door to find him nowhere in the hallways of her apartment building. She closed and locked the door before running to the windows, locked, thankfully. She noticed a piece of paper, no, a post-it note. Which said ‘49 Maryville Ave’.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time Lois.” She muttered out before heading to bed.
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“Ugh.” Was the first thing she let out in the afternoon. She checked the alarm, 1:34 pm. She lazily got up and checked her Nokia phone. ‘Two missed calls.’ She fully woke up and called back, hoping he picks up.
“Hello?” He asked.
“Hey! Sorry I couldn’t pick up, just y’know, exhausted and all with the story and all.”
“Really, because last you told me you were bored out of your mind and said you could finish the report in a few hours.” She’s silent for a few moments,
‘Shit, I did say that.’ She says internally, mentally cursing herself. Before replying.
“I…. did, but y’know, I had to do other stuff with Jimmy and Ron, y’know.” She replied, trying her damndest to sound convincing.
“So, how’s Kasnia?”
“It’s doing pretty well helping out the citizens with the damages and all, I might be able to come sometime tomorrow in fact. How about you?”
“Oh well, it’s as I’ve said before, helping Jimmy and Ron, along with finishing the story.”
“Are you sure that’s all?” She’s silent for a bit, she wants to tell him, but…. She knows she can’t.
“Lois?” He asks, pulling Lois back from her distraction.
“Oh, yes. Sorry, just had my head up in the clouds for a second the-”
“Lois.” He interrupted.
“Is everything ok?” She let out a sigh before responding.
“I’m fine Clark, I’m just reminiscing about my mom.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” A smile escaped her.
“I’ll be fine, Clark, although as soon as you get here, Prankster will probably break out again.” I hear a soft laugh from him before I join in.
“Just know I’ll always be open.”
“I know, Clark.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” She says before hanging up. She lets out a deep breath. She knows she shouldn’t have to lie to him. But she has no choice, if she’s gonna solve her mother’s murder, she’s gonna have to do this without Clark.
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A few hours later
She walks around the address that was written on the post-it, which lead to a warehouse. There, she saw the man with no face.
“So glad you ca-”
“Cut the shit, let’s just get this over with.” She interrupts.
“Of course.”
“So, why are we here?”
“I’ll explain on the way to the wareho-” She grabs him by the shoulder forcefully turns him face to face.
“We agreed that you would tell me here, so tell me.” He lets out an exaggerated sigh of defeat.
“Fair enough Mrs. Kent, I’ll tell you why we’re here.” He turns back to the warehouse before he explains.
“I’ve been investigating the murder of your mother, when last night, I encountered a witness who was there around the time of the crash. Johnny Pryor, who I managed to get some information on the bomb.”
“And what about the bomb?” She asks with her arms crossed.
“It’s custom-made, the parts are mainly from a small nation of the Balkins known as Modora, which are well known for their rare type of wool and bombs. So I had a gut feeling that whoever used the bomb must’ve been born somewhere in eastern europe, so I asked a friend if there were any mercs from eastern europe. And there was only one I got.”
“Do they have a name?” She asked, eyebrow raised.
“No, but they have an alias, they’re known as, The Gargoyle.”