She's standing on the roof when they return.

They descend slowly and gracefully through the glowing nighttime sky of the city, as though they're coming back from a long journey to another world, from Mt. Olympus, from heaven.

She's been waiting here since she picked herself up off of the floor, out of her faint, and she knows her mascara – waterproof or not – is already toast. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter.

They land on the retaining wall that runs around the roof's edge, the two people she loves most in the world, and he puts their son down and the boy runs to her, or she runs to him, or both.

It doesn't matter, because the important part is that she grabs hold of her baby and hugs him and laughs and cries and doesn't let go.

His hair is too short, and his borrowed clothes don't quite fit, and he smells like smoke and sweat and unfamiliar soap, and he's crying too, and hugging her tightly enough to make her gasp with pain – but it doesn't matter.

Jason is home.

There's a warm strong hand on her shoulder and Lois rises, still holding on to her son, and gives his smiling father a grateful kiss.

"You'll never guess who Batman is," Clark says.

--end--

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