Lois had to hold back a chuckle when she saw Kal-El sitting and waiting to be released. He was in a bad guy sort of outfit that contrasted so clearly with the look of humiliation on his face. She quickly found his arresting officer.
"Why was he arrested, Scott?" Lois demanded. Kal-El hadn't explained it to her on the phone.
"He says that he was picking up an old lady's purse, but she says he was taking it."
"If he says that's what he was doing, that is what he was doing. He is a genuine boy scout if there ever was one." If there was an interplanetary chapter of the boy scouts, she added to herself.
The cop snorted. "How did you get mixed up with this character, Lane?"
"He's my husband," she confided in a quiet tone.
"Your husband!" shouted the surprised police officer.
"You don't have to tell everyone in the whole world." She wasn't embarrassed about it, but it wasn't exactly how she wanted to break it to everyone, and there was always someone from the Planet hanging around the station.
"I just don't believe it. I would have bet that it was a one in a million chance that Lois Lane would ever get married. You are the most career-oriented, hard-nosed reporter the world has ever seen."
"You never have been very good at gambling. That's why you owe me and everyone else you play with more than your next paycheck."
He grinned. "Well, if you say he's honest, I trust you. You've always been a good judge of character and I can see how a situation like that might happen especially with the way he's dressed."
After a little bit of paperwork, Kal-El was released.
"Thank you for rescuing me," Kal-El said once they were clear of the police station.
"You're not even on Earth for 24 hours yet and you're arrested as a purse snatcher. And I thought I had a hard time adjusting to another planet." She couldn't keep her amusement out of her voice.
"And all I was trying to do was find some normal Earth clothes."
She snorted as she eyed him from top to bottom. "I hate to tell you this, but that's not normal."
"I'm starting to figure that out, and the woman at the store still has my money, so I guess it's mine now. That is 100 dollars of your Earth money wasted. My father only gave me 5,000."
"You paid 100 dollars for that? I hope it's genuine leather. Otherwise, you might have gotten ripped off. You better not buy anything else without me there. I don't think you have a sense of our monetary system, or our fashion for that matter."
The police station wasn't far from her apartment, and it didn't take them long to get there.
"So this is where you live," he said, his eyes roving around her nearly destroyed apartment.
"It's not usually this messy. This is courtesy of your little present. I couldn't think of anyone willing to pet-sit a super dog, so I found the biggest, thickest metal chain I could find, but as you can see," she said, pointing to the metal chain that had been ripped in half with a sleeping puppy beside it. "It hardly helped."
"How's the puppy doing other than destroying your home?"
"Oh, he's just fine. In fact, it seems the mutt is adjusting quite happily to super strength, and he's even getting used to his flight, which is not a pretty picture when he has yet to be house trained."
"Don't worry. I'll be here to help you now."
He super-speeded around the apartment, cleaning and fixing what he could.
She looked around at the almost restored apartment. "That's certainly handy. How are you adjusting to your powers?"
"It helps that people have come here before me, so I know what powers to expect. That was the first one I've used. I imagine though that it will take some getting used to. Have you thought of a name yet for the dog?"
"It didn't seem right naming him without you and dognapping was not a planned part of my escape. I don't even know how or why he decided to follow me."
He stepped closer to her. "I know. He would do anything for you and follow you anywhere."
"Are we still talking about the dog?" she asked, stepping closer.
"Are you glad to see me?" he asked hopefully, losing a little of his earlier confidence.
Rather than giving him a verbal response, she showed him with a kiss just how glad she was. When they paused for a breath, a red beam shot from his eyes and a lamp went up in flames. He quickly blew it out with a cold breath before anything else could catch on fire.
"You can shoot fire from your eyes? That's so sexy and it definitely adds to your bad boy image. You know I don't think you wasted your money at all."
Before he could ask her what she meant by that, she shoved him into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind them.