Clark Kent born Kal-El, mostly known to the public as Superman thanks to Lois Lane wondered if the strange pressure that was building up behind his temples was what humans felt when they had a headache. Today was Clark Kent's first day of pretending to be almost completely blind as part of his cover story, and he was going to be doing this by not changing a single aspect of his Clark Kent Daily Planet Reporter persona whatsoever. That was right, he was going to be pretending to be blind by just being "himself", and not changing anything at all. Hence the headache. Or what he thought might be a headache.
If he could, he would go back in time and beat the crap out of himself for causing this.
As he made his way across the newsroom floor, being sure to be his usual self, he watched in surprise as Redford picked up the small metal trashcan he usually ran into on his way to his desk and set it on top of his desk. A small survey of the room revealed that his usual targets, including the stack of papers that Fredrickson usually kept precariously balanced at the edge of his desk were all being moved out of his way as he approached. Careful not to react to any of this, he made his way to his desk with very few of his usual accidents due to the fact that the objects usually involved in said "accidents" had been removed from his path. As he was seating himself at his desk in order to get a start on his day, there was a yell of "Kent! My office!" from Perry White.
As he made his way to the Chief's office, he watched several people hastily snatch things out of his way. Things he normally ran into, tripped over, or "accidentally" knocked over depending on how well he liked the particular coworker they belonged to at the moment. Sure, it was petty, but everyone has to have a hobby to keep themselves from going nuts, and minor destruction here tended to prevent major destruction elsewhere. The less "accident prone" he was in the office, the more aggressive he was as Superman due to the fact that all of the little annoyances would pile up if he let them and "accidentally" destroying someone's stapler generally kept him from punching them in the face, since as far as he was concerned, they were even.
Ma and Pa Kent may have raised a good kid, but contrary to popular belief, they didn't raise a doormat.
All too soon, after only one accident involving a run-in with Rogerson that ended with more coffee on the other guy than on him, he was in Perry's office standing in front of his desk.
"Legally blind, huh?" Perry said somewhat sarcastically. "Well, that explains why you keep crashing through walls when the door's two feet away."
"What was that Chief?" he asked, unable to believe he'd heard what he'd thought he'd heard. Perry White might've been a reporter, and a damn good one at that, before he was the Editor in Chief, but none of the other reporters here had recognized him for what he was, so there was no reason for Perry to know who he was either. Odds were that Perry had meant to say "into" rather than "through". Getting his coat slammed in the Men's room door and running into a wall were things he generally did about once a month and once or twice a year respectively.
"Nothing Kent." Perry said a little too quickly. "I called you in here to say that if the quality of your work drops any due to your 'blindness', you're going to be out of a job, star reporter or not. I'm already catching flack from my superiors over hiring you in the first place despite the fact that your articles sell papers."
"There's no need to worry on that account Chief, I'm the same as I've always been." he said truthfully.
"Good." Perry grumbled. "Now get out of here!"
Sighing, he turned and left the room, making his way across the bullpen in which people were hastily moving objects out of his way and towards his desk, running into Lois' desk on the way. The small collision jarred the desk slightly and caused coffee to slosh out of the mug that was resting next to the typewriter and onto the desk. Lois wasn't usually a target, but he was having a bad day, and he was still a bit upset about that last rescue where she'd gotten herself back in danger less than five minutes after he'd pulled her out of danger. Sure, he loved the woman, but she could be completely infuriating, especially when she didn't stop and take two seconds to consider her own safety while in pursuit of a story.
Once he was seated back at his desk, he grabbed his notebook. Even though he never actually lost them contrary to the excuses he gave when running off to turn into Superman, he tended to go through notebooks twice as fast as other reporters. The reason for this was the reason why he rarely wrote by hand if he didn't have to, having even gone so far as to have purchased a typewriter for himself back during High School with the money he'd earned helping out at neighboring farms. That reason was that even though he tried to keep a delicate touch, he almost always darn near drove the pencil or pen he was using through the paper, leaving massive grooves and indentations on the sheets directly below the one he was writing on which made them darn near unusable. For most of his notes, he used a pencil since they were cheaper to replace than a fountain pen, and he could just simply re-sharpen the pencil if he snapped the tip. With a fountain pen however...
As he was flipping his nearly filled notebook to the correct page, Lois came up to him and snatched it out of his hand. He allowed her to do so, rather than risk ripping the paper or possibly even the cover. He had no idea what she was looking for, but after a couple seconds of flipping through the book, her eyebrows went up. Stopping at a random page on which there was writing, she began tracing her finger along his notes which were in longhand rather than the shorthand other reporters such as Lois herself preferred. Due to his superspeed, he had absolutely no problem quickly taking down notes or dictation, and therefore had never really needed shorthand. He knew it, and knew how to read it, he just didn't use it himself.
With a muttered "You could practically read it by touching it", Lois handed his notebook back. He rapidly flipped through the notebook, bringing it back to the correct page only to discover that while Lois had been fiddling with his notebook, she'd ripped out that page. Considering the ongoing competition they had regarding stories, and the fact that Lois was well aware of the fact that he'd snatched a number of stories she'd been working on out from under her, he knew exactly why she'd stolen that page. Fortunately, as Lois had pointed out, a person could practically read his notes just by touching them, and Lois had forgotten to rip out the page beneath his writing.
Chuckling lightly at Lois' antics, he got to work. Many people would've been annoyed or downright upset by what Lois had done, but he wasn't. He knew exactly what Lois was trying to say when she'd taken that page from his notes. As far as she was concerned, despite his "disability" being revealed, nothing was different between them.
Every time he began to forget exactly why he loved Lois in the first place, she'd go and do something like this and remind him. As well as treating him like a serious rival rather than a joke as most of the office did despite his writing ability and his status as one of the Daily Planet's star reporters, she was one of the few people that wasn't a criminal who dared to stand up to Superman.