Who: Lexmas!Lana, Bart Allen, and a bit later, Bizarro What: Lana wants to make a confession, but the phantom interrupts. Where: The Luthor mansion. When: Oct 24, 8 PM, give or take a minute or two. Rating: That would be a big question mark, good buddy.
Dimmed lights. Roaring fire. A plate of warm, chocolate chip cookies. If you'd changed the music from the softly playing pop ballads to Silent Night, you might think she was getting ready to welcome Santa Clause. Maybe there should have been dinner. Or maybe more light. Candles? Her heels click against the floor as she paced, fiddling with her loosely curled hair. God, she was so nervous. She glanced down at her black halter top and matching slacks, worrying she might look too formal or tipping the scales between the classy kind of sexy and the whorish kind. All this had made sense before, but now that the time of Bart's arrival was nearing, she couldn't stop questioning every little detail, including if she should even be doing this.
What if he ran away like before? Could she handle that? Rejection from an adorable teenager was one thing, but rejection from a man she loved would be heartbreaking.