What, Another One?! [Lor]

[Lois Lane]

Lois hadn't been having much luck lately. Getting attacked, getting attacked, getting attacked and, oh, just to switch things up, getting attacked- it felt like her life was starting to be some kind of kid's comic book. Every day it felt like she was in need of saving from some super hero. How she wouldn't love to just have a normal day, without someone trying to rip her head off or shoot her through with bullets. It certainly made it easy to write for her newspaper, having so much material, but she hardly had the time between all the running and trips to the hospital.

Sighing heavily, Lois finished stuffing what remained of her work into her book bag, slinging it over her shoulder before starting for the elevator. She passed some of her coworkers, waving good bye and shrugging off their invites for drinks and dinner. No, no time boys. She was going to make sure she got home and had a nice meal for a change. Just a nice, relaxing evening with her bare feet kicked up on her coffee table.

Bliss in the making.

The elevator binged at the ground floor, and Lois shuffled out with the rest of the departing crowd, making her way to the exit and slipping out before anyone else could attempt to ask her to do something 'fun'. She'd had enough fun over the past couple of months, now she just wanted to be boring. So she made sure to look around carefully as she moved down the sidewalk, checking for anyone in a suit, with a gun, or glaring from behind a lamp post. She moved quickly, briskly trotting down the street and towards her apartment. Good thing it was fairly close by- she would be there in no time. The late hour and empty streets made it so much easier, too. No bumping through the crowds to get where she wanted to go. All she had to do was keep moving forward.

She crossed the street eagerly, just when her heel decided to give up on life and snap free from the rest of her shoe. With a gasp, she dropped to her knees, knocked off balance by the break. "OH great!" She hissed. Where had she seen this before?

Before she could think about it, she heard the loud screech of a car bursting down the street to her side, zooming right at her with reckless abandon. Clearly, whoever was behind the wheel was either unconscious or completely drunk, as it didn't seem like they had any intention of stopping for the woman trapped in the middle of the road. Though she tried to get to her feet and dive out of the way, she knew she wouldn't be quick enough- there hadn't been enough reaction time for her to move soon enough to escape. She let out a scream as she covered her head and closed her eyes. The only thing she could do was wait for the impact and hope it didn't keep her in the hospital too long.

Oh well. At least it wasn't some super villain trying to kill her, that was almost normal life.

[Chris ''Nightwing'' Kent]

Lor sat above the clouds in mid air above Metropolis, taking in the scenery of course, the city was alive, people went to and from work, picking up their children, getting dinner, everything that people normally did on days like this. He was adjusting to life on Earth as smoothly as possible. During the day, he flew around preventing various accidents and crimes, and at night, he slept, or as well as he could, because at night seemed to be when the city would pick up. He had been traveling around a lot, flight enabled him to do so freely. He went from Metropolis, to Gotham, to just about anywhere that had trouble. And the papers had already began to write about him, calling him Superman Jr, Boy of Steel, things of that sort. He was having a fun time proving himself as well, nothing wrong with the people having a symbol to believe in, that is after all what a hero was for.

But now it was time for him to go back to business, he snapped from his trance as he heard a scream from the city, a rather familiar one as well, it was that lady from the Daily Planet who always seemed to be getting into jams. He shot down toward the street and right before the car could turn her into street pizza, Lor swooped in and picked her up. People's driving was getting more and more frantic, before he was too far away from the car, Lor listened out for the person inside of it, he or she was indeed, as my Lane thought, passed out, under the influence of alcohol. In a blue flash, he set Mrs. Lane on the sidewalk and sped off toward the car which was heading toward a four way stop at full speed, while a police officer was in the middle directing the flow of traffic. A look of horror went across his face as he saw the car heading his way, and as a reflex, he darted from the middle and to the sidewalk, this would save Lor another trip. He flew above the car and picked it clean up off of the street where it kept revving in his grip as he flew with it to the side of the street and sat it down upside down to keep it setting still. He then awaited the police to come and do what they would with the drunken vehicle operator, no doubt he would be in some trouble.

He lifted from the ground and flew back over to Lois. His costume had the House of El symbol on the belt, so he had no doubt that she would know where his allegiances were. ''Um, are you alright ma'am?'', he asked looking her over, no extreme damage had been done to her, other than perhaps a scrap here or there. Luckily he heard her when he did.

[Lois Lane]

Lois was very surprised to find she hadn't been flattened by the car roaring in her direction. Though, really, maybe she shouldn't have been. For all the moments where she found herself in trouble, she always managed to get herself out of it again. Or, rather, someone always popped in right at the best moment to save her from an untimely end. She could complain about her bad luck all she wanted, but it was never as bad as it could have been. And she got to meet a lot of able-bodied men, too.

She was currently watching one from her position on the street corner as he bounced around picked up a car like it was made of paper. It was impressive to see him place the car upside down, keeping it from hurting anyone else. Reminded her of Superman, though at least this one didn't look like a younger or older version of him. For once, he just looked like his own person.

Superman clones were over-rated anyway, right?

When he was finished and returned to her, she offered him a cheeky smile. "Oh, I'm peachy! Nothing like a broken shoe and nearly getting your head knocked off to get the blood pumping, right? And here I was thinking I was going to have a nice, normal day." She sighed heavily, glancing down at her feet before slowly bringing her eyes back up along his frame. They stopped at the belt, where she immediately noticed the familiar 'S' on his outfit. So he didn't look like he was a clone of Superman, but it seemed he was still connected to the guy. Maybe the flying around and lifting up cars could have tipped her off to that.

"Hey," she said lightly, touching his belt with one finger before looking up at his face. She smiled at him, as though she had figured out something impressive. "You're nightwing, aren't you? Supergirl talked about you! Unless there's even more of you Kryptonians flying around than I realized." She took a thoughtful pause at that, considering the possibility that this guy could be the other one- the Zod one Supergirl's family didn't want her talking to. No, he seemed too young for that. He was probably either Nightwing, or someone she hadn't been told about who was also somehow related to the supposed last man of krypton.

Apparently their definition of 'last' was a little different from earth's.