WHO: Clark Kent Superman and Jack. WHAT: Someone needs a stern talking to. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Mansion; Jack's room. RATING: TBD.
It had to happen sooner or later. Clark Kent, the Daily Press' rising reporter, was going to hear hell and back for having gone and lied to his editor about the person solely responsible for the 'ghost robberies' if anyone ever found out that he had sent in a false report. And Superman, too, would fall victim to skepticism and a handful of negligence from the cooperative police if his own lies were twisted into the truth. They weren't lies, per say, but they were dangerously close to them. Turning a blind eye to the natural truth was hardly something that one would consider a bold run of false tales, but the fact that he kept the truth hidden from everyone was still slightly problematic. Hopefully if Jack ceased his late night activities, this wouldn't ever have to be an issue. Clark could only hope. And, you know, visit him to ensure as much.
Figuring that his influence as the caped hero would prove to be far more efficient, Clark flew over to the mansion and, while hovering above the building, x-rayed the area for the proper room to locate none other than Jack Landors himself. When he finally zoomed in on the correct area, Superman descended toward the building and paused just outside of the very window of the room that Jack was currently within. Standing on thin air, the Kryptonian gently tapped at the window and folded his arms over the 'S' plated on his chest as he patiently waited for the person inside to approach.