Superman looked at me stunned. His jaw hung open slightly and he shifted in his seat but quickly regained composure and smiled.
"What makes you think I'm your friend Clark?" He asked. No indcation that I had figured it out. Maybe I had gotten this wrong? MAybe it was just my imagination. I should've just bit my tongue and not said anything at all. I shift uncomfortably and shake my head. Tossing my curls around.
"Maybe I'm wrong. It was just an idea," I say nervously but Superman leans forward a glint in his eye like he's interested in what I have to say.
"No, please tell me why you think I'm him," He eggs on. I grimace and sigh. He wants to know.
"When I met Clark about a month ago I was interested in him but he seemed not to notice me," I looked at Superman whos facial expression hadn't changed,"When you like someone you notice everything they do. You and Clark have the same eyes. And your both the same height, build and you both even laugh the same. I don't know I could be going crazy because normally I would never even try to figure something out like this but I thought I was right," I told Superman quickly. He just watched me with those unchanging cerulean eyes and I fidgeted more. Great, Annie you just tried to unmask one of the most iconic beings on the planet. Now he's going to laugh at you and tell you the poison must be messing with your head.
But he didn't. He just starredat me as if contemplating on what to say next. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze. I shot from my seat and slurred out an excuse.
"I'msosorryIdon'tevenknowwhyIthoughtI'dberight.I'llgoandletyoube,"I quickly spat out turning to leave but his voice stopped me.
"Annie," it sent chills down my spine and goosebumps formed. My heart was beating a mile a minute,"You're right," I spun around and he was standing up his curl pushed back and his glasses were on. I was right! I gasped and smiled brightly.
"I was right!" I screamed and jumped up. Excited I began to talk a mile aminute and ask how no one ever realized it before.
"Annie, calm down, they aren't as observant as you are." He told me. I smiled and then it faltered.
"Wait, this is going to effect us isn't it, me knowing? I mean we do work together and now have a project on interviewing you..." I stated. I walked over to the bar and one of the robots set a bowl of purple grapes.
"My favorite!" I gushed. I sat at the bar and gobbled down the bowl of grapes in seconds flat. Wait, that was way too fast. I turned to Clark or Superman and he was talking to one of his robots. I swept my odd behavior aside and called to Superman.
"So what do I call you? Clark or Superman?" I asked walking over to him.
"Whichever yo feel comfortable with," He said calmly. I weigh my options; if I stick to calling Superman Clark I might let it slip and call him Clark when he's Superman.
"I'll just stick with Supes when you're Superman,"
Superman sat beside me and our knees brushed as he asked Robot- I think 12- if they had any milk.
I looked at him confused," Milk? You don't need that. You have muscles up the wazoo!"
Superman chuckled and took off his glasses and pulled his curl back into his proper place," Superman can drink milk."
"What ever you can we finish the interview?" I asked.
He grinned at me sideways,"Thought you'd never ask,"
A few hours later I had twenty pages of notes and a major headache.
"I'm really sorry about figuring out your identity but it was bugging me. And I think it's good for someone other than your mother and son to know," I told Superman as he walked me to my bedroom. It was down the hall from his and it was just as big. I turned the light on and smiled. The ceilings were high and the bed was made of mahogany wood with light purple covers and white furnishings. This beat my apartment any day.
"Why?" He asked. I turned and looked at him. I wasn't expecting him to question it. I kind of hoped he would just nod his head and say goodnight.
"I-I don't know," I said shrugging my shoulders. He nodded and said goodnight before he tilted his head to the side and listened.
"Road bombing in Irag," He said before flying off. I shook my head and shut the door. I landed on the bed and sighed. It was so comfortable. I rolled over onto my stomach and rested my head on my folded arms. The headache was subsiding to a dull throb behind my eyes. Today was- was not what the hell? The throb in my head had flared up in just a second. I sat up and reached for the bed post my ears were ringing and my eyes were on fire. I blinked a few times hoping to blink it away but it's didn't help. I scrammbled to the the bathroom door and swung it open. I flicked the light on and turned the faucet and splashed cold water into my eyes the stinging stopped immeditaley. i sighed and slid some water down my neck. This poisoning thing seems to have side effects.
The next morning I woke up pretty late. The closk beside the bed read 12:30. I sighed and starred at the ceiling for twenty minutes before dragging myself from the warm comforts of the bed and into the shower. I dressed in the same clothes I had been in for the last two days and left my hair damp. Too lazy to dry it. The robots greeted me downstairs.
"Would you like brunch Ms. Westmore?" Robot 5 asked. I smiled and cleaned off my glasses.
Superman was sitting clad in his usual red and blue atire at the table drinking coffee.
"Oh, you drink coffee and read the Newspaper?" I said sliding into the seet infront of him as Robot 5 pored me a glass of Orange Juice and set a plate with an English Muffin and butter. A bowl of fruit and two slices of Bacon.
"I really like this one article by you," He said passing me the paper.
"By me?" I found the Article it was titled, 'The life after Lois. How Superman has moved on'.
I skimmed the article. It was what I had compiled from the notes.
"You sent this in for me?" I asked snacking on a peice of floppy Bacon.
"Yes," He simply said.
"Why aren't you on here too? We were supposed to write it together. It was your interview to begin with," I said handing him back the paper.
"Clark wasn't present. It's not my fault."
I laugh,"You're stupid. When can I go back to Metopolis?"
"In a few hours. I have to run a few tests first. Just to make sure the poison is out of your system,"
After I had finished eating Superman had me follow him down to the basement. And then into an elavator that took us farther down. When we reached the bottom we walked to the only door in the hall.
"Is this where you're running the tests?" I asked as he opened the door for me. Inside, the room is dimly lit. A gurney was situated in the middle by a few impressive looking machines. A large screen descended from the low ceiling and Superman had me sit down on the gurney, which had moved to a sitting position. I took a seat and he hooked a peice of medal to my neck. It was sticky and flexible. I watched his hands glide across the touch screen. My blood analysis showed on the sceen and a beeping sound came from the medal bandage. The number 68 flashed across the screen and I looked up at Superman who had frowned at the number. He retried the analysis- at least I think that's what he did- and got the same number.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
He tensly smiled,"I'm not sure. The number, the one that keeps showing, is how much of your blood is fused with the poison. It seems to be evolving and I have no way of stopping it."
"Evolving? Like mutating?" I asked my voice shaking. Was I going to die?
"In a way, yes. It's morphing your strand- a normal human strand- into-,"
"Into what?" I interrupted.
"Into mine," He said.
I sat back and placed a hot sweaty hand to my forehead. Was I going to change into- no become something like Superman. Not something..someone? Was I going to be flying around rescuing cats, battling villians, hiding my identity. If I had not been so stupid and chased after my hat I would not be in this situation. I glanced up at Superman who was watching me with a worried look.
"How much longer do I have to stay Human?" I asked.
"A few months. It's not evolving wuick enough to happen tomorrow," He reassured me.
"Are you sure? How do you know that? I just started my carreer! Now I have to worry about saving cats and helping old ladies across the street and people who carlessly fall from buildings? I can't- I can't do that. I want to go home," I snapped.
"I know this is scary but you-,"
"No! I stayed here long enough. I want to go home. Take me home." I demanded tearing off the metal bandage throwing it to the ground and stomping out the room.
"Annie, I'll take you home. We'll leave immediatley. Just let me fix something really quick ok?"
I nodded and waited for him by the elevator. He was back in a flash handing me a thin phone.
"If anything happens just call,"
"Can't I just use my voice? I'm sure you'll hear it,"
"Annie take it,"
I take the phone and put it in my skirt pocket. We ride the elevator in silence and he escorts me to the door.
"Hold on tight," He said as he scooped me into his arms and opened the door. I scrambled to hold on tight as he shot up into the air.
"Holy shit!" I screamed. Superman chuckled.
"How else did you think you were getting back?" He asked.
"Plane?" I said.
"Flying is the safest transportation,"