Endless Epitaph

The Players : Lois and Clark
Where : Metropolis, KS
When : February 3rd, 2009
Rating : Its Clark.
Notes : A talk. Its needed right?

Clark was focused on the police blog as Lois was on the phone, but that didnt mean he couldn't hear what she was saying. He wasn't eavesdropping because he'd never use his powers like that. But on this end of the conversation the guy she met in Chicago was asking her to come back to help her with something.

And it involved the Joker. Which made him worry about Lois.

The last time she was in the vacinity of the Joker, Clark had to blur his way over to Chicago to save her. Odds are he'd have to do that again. He didnt want anything bad to happen to Lois. But her suddenly leaving put thier already delayed talk on hold.

They were supposed to meet the night before but Lois got called out on a story and Clark had to do some rescues. So, they both agreed to wait until after work tonight. But with her leaving, Clark decided to take some initiative. He still had no clue what he felt or was going to say. But he knew he wanted to talk to her before she left.

Clark gave her time to get home before going over to her place. He just hoped they could talk before she had to get to the airport.

Taking a deep breath Clark knocked on Lois' apartment door.

The Players : Chloe; somewhat opened to other SV characters and stuff. See note below.
Where : Chloe's apartment above the Talon
When : Um... In the middle of the day? Nothing specific here.
Rating : PG-13, at most.
Notes : I guess this is really meant to be a narrative, but I thought it might be kind of neat if she checked her answering machine and has messages from her friends or something, wondering if her and Jimmy are okay. So... feel free to comment to this post with a message from your kid to Chloe. :)


( After at least a few weeks, Chloe Sullivan-Olsen was finally home. )

Who: Clark Kent
Where: Metropolis, Kansas
When: January 27th 2009
What: Clark is investigating something for Lois.
Rating: Dude, its Clark…PG at worst
Notes: Takes place seconds after his conversation with Harley.


Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose. If it were possible, he’d have a huge headache right now.

“Damnit Lois, what have you gotten yourself into,” he asked himself aloud.

Clark read the article; she had met The Joker and somehow lived to tell the tale. They got wind of some of the stories from Gotham City. The Joker was a dangerous homicidal maniac with a love for the theatrics.

And now, he had his sights set on Lois. And Clark couldn’t be there to protect her. Lois knew that he was here in Metropolis. If he showed up all of a sudden she’d get suspicious.

Sometimes he really wished he could tell her his secret. It would be easier. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to put her in more danger than she already managed to get herself in.

He’d have to worry about that later. Right now, he had a promise to keep. He told Lois he’d check out that old murder scene. He picked up the piece of paper he wrote the address on and headed for the elevator while making a phone call.

“Detective John Jones.”

“John. It’s Clark.”

“Mr. Kent,” he replied. “Good to hear from you. Been a while.”

“Yeah, been kind of busy.”

“So I’ve been reading. I will say this, you have gotten more careful with your rescues.”

“Just taking some advice from a friend…look the reason I’m calling…I need a favor.”

“And this favor…”

“I need some police records of a murder a couple of months ago. I’m working on something for a friend. Could use some inside information to help with the story.”

“Two month old murders aren’t exactly what make The Daily Planet sell Mr. Kent…but I think I can make some calls and get that information to you.”

“Thanks,” Clark replied.

“I’ll have it ready for you tonight. Roof of the Daily Planet.”

Clark hung up and went to the address. It had been a couple of months so the police tape was down. But was still officially a crime scene.

He checked the door and it was locked. He glanced around to make sure he was in the clear and he gave it a small nudge popping the door open.

He’d have to wait for the file from John to get the view of the original scene. But Clark could see things that they probably missed.

“Okay, I’m not exactly sure what she expects me to find,” he said looking around.

The faded outlines of where the bodies were could still be seen, in a small flash he could almost see what happened.

“Guy came in from here,” he said pointing to the front of the room. “They were there.”

He didn’t see any bullet holes. He x-rayed the floors and didn’t find anything. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw something. He had to look twice to make sure he saw what he saw.

Clark moved towards the wall and felt it. There was a tiny, paper thin cut inside the wall. He stepped back and x-rayed the wall. When he did he saw exactly what he needed. Clark punched through the wall and grabbed the object that was embedded inside.

He carefully pulled it out. It looked like a card, but it was tougher than paper. It was almost metallic.

“Joker card. This was what he used to kill this family.”

Lois was not going to be happy when she heard this. Though whatever keeps them from having to talk about what happened or what almost didn’t happen…the better. It was one conversation he wasn’t looking forward to because he still didn’t know what to say to her.

That night Clark waited for John Jones on the roof of the Planet.

“I hope you know the trouble I went through to get this for you,” He said as he opened the door and walked towards him. “Tell Miss Lane…to be very careful. She’s dealing with an unstable character. The more she pokes, the angrier he’ll get. It’s bad enough that her recent article most likely put her in his crosshairs.”

“She’ll be back soon. Then I can keep a closer eye on her.”

“Right,” John said with a small smile. “Just be cautious in the days ahead Clark.”

He nodded as John handed him the file.

“Everything you need to know about that night is in that file. Everything except the murder weapon. Officers on scene think it was a blade of some sort.”

“It was,” Clark said as reached into his pocket. “I found this in the wall. It’s a Joker Card. Only its hard…like a sharp blade.”

“Removing evidence from a crime scene now are we?”

“Cops can’t know about this. Not yet. If word gets out the Joker killed this family, it won’t be good for anyone. Lois or the person she’s trying to protect. Promise me, we’ll keep this quiet.”

“Understood Mr. Kent. Same with this file. Because if anyone found out you were withholding evidence and I was giving inside information to a reporter of the Daily Planet…well lets just say you’d have to move to your fortress to stay out of the tornado that would come our way.”

“Understood.”

John left him alone on the rooftop. Clark turned out towards the city hearing sirens in the distance.

“We have a robbery in progress, subjects are on the move.”

In a blur, Clark put his file in his drawer and went out to help the city once again as the red-blue blur.

Who: Clark Kent (open to any in Metropolis)
When: January 26th, mid-afternoon
Where: Daily Planet; Metropolis, Kansas.
Rating: Its Clark. Totally PG
Notes: Clark's working at the Planet, thinking about stuff, doing stuff.


Clark was typing up a story on a town council meeting as he was listening to the police scanner. He glanced down at his bag that held his regular clothes, blue shirt and red jacket.

After saving Chloe and meeting the Legion, he had worked harder as the red-blue blur. Making more saves and stopping robberies. It was a good feeling.

All of which was a major distraction from thinking about his almost kiss with Lois. He still didn't know what to make of that. Since he had started working across from Lois at the Planet, they had gotten a lot closer. He was slowly getting over Lana, becoming the hero his birth father wanted him to. But he STILL had conflicting feelings for Lois. They had been friends ever since they met when Chloe 'died' and they were investigating the death. Their relationship had been anything but simple.

Clark had to be honest with himself, he was feeling something for her. But after seeing Lana again. It was like the feelings he had for her resurfaced. It was an issue he was going to have to deal with before she left town again.

*pzzt* "Attention all emergency units. Be advised. We have a 10-25 in progress on Ferret and Amsterdam. That's a 10-25. One man is still trapped."

Clark saved his work and grabbed his bag. Walking into the phone booth he swirled around and changed into his red jacket and blue shirt and jeans. He quickly made his way out of the basement and disappeared in a blur.

10-25 was a manhole fire. He arrived to see a large crowd gathered around. Rescue workers were trying to work but were having problems.

Clark saw a nearby grate and popped it open and jumped down.

"There's too much fire and smoke we cant see the worker," one of the rescue worker said to his commander.

No sooner had he said that, the worker was lifted up through the manhole. The other workers grabbed their friend and pulled him out. What they didn't see was it was Clark who had found him and helped him out. As he ran back around he used his super breath to blow out the fire.

He joined the crowd as they watched paramedics put an oxygen mask on his face to help him breathe after his smoke inhalation. He coughed and pointed in Clark's direction. "That man...he saved me. That man."

Everyone turned toward where he was pointing, but no one was there.

Clark had once again pulled a disappearing act.

As he returned to his seat at the Planet, everyone was buzzing about the recent save. The Red-Blue blur had saved the day again. Clark smiled to himself as he continued working on his story. After finishing he checked his phone and realized Lois had left him a voice mail message. He listened, about half way through Clark was fairly certain she was drunk when she made this call. He heard something about a guy and vampires.

Yeah...vampires were real. Just like the Easter Bunny.

Clark wanted to call her. He had only called her once since she left to be with Jimmy. He didn't know what to say to her just yet. So he was brief with his conversation. He would talk to her...once he figured out what he was going to say.