Fic: Untitled (Superman Returns) 1/1
Because reading about French Feminism is hard when you have this running through your brain...This isn't really meant to be a complete fic, just a bit of a flirtation with something that's been bugging me. Spoilers for the movie, duh. Unbeated.
Maybe he'd learned from watching Lois' head click to the side. Or feeling the difference in the room, when Jason visited the Planet's offices.
"Nice night for a quick fly over the city."
"Yes."
Superman floated a few inches above the water. Kind of hard to beat that, but Richard compensated by leaning against the plane and crossing his arms. He thought it probably made him look defensive.
"Any particular reason for the visit, Superman? Not that I mind, but generally we see you during the day. If Lois sees me out here talking to you, she might get jealous." His smile covered everything he's never said. Jealous of who? Stay the hell away from my family.
I know.
"Clark asked me to pass along these files. I...ran into him at the Planet, I was looking for Lois and found him on the rooftop instead." Superman floated the files to Richard, and as Richard took them, he briefly, in a fit of spite, considered dropping the damn things into the ocean. But he's the better man.
He's the man in the equation, at any rate.
"Really. Neat trick that." And the quick blink tells him that hit a nerve. This rare vulnerability makes Richard bold, his mouth loose. "I like your alter ego. Sometimes, I respect you. But don't forget what I know or who calls me Daddy."
Superman swallowed. Nodded his head.
"This isn't about Lois. She makes her own choices. But until you have the guts to let her make those choices, just..."
"Richard?" Lois' voice floated down from the house. He didn't take his eyes off the man in tights as he spoke.
"Yeah, hon, I'll be right up."
"Good."
"Man to man, are we clear?"
Superman smiled, and it's not the "I'm a super powerful alien, don't be frightened" smile, but an honest *human* smile.
"Yes. I think so."
"Excellent. Drop by more often. We don't stand on formality around here and we don't dress," Richard made a point out of poking his finger towards that stupid red "S", "for dinner."
Before Richard's finished the 'ner' in 'dinner', Superman's gone, not even a wave in the water as he goes.
Maybe he'd learned from watching Lois' head click to the side. Or feeling the difference in the room, when Jason visited the Planet's offices.
"Nice night for a quick fly over the city."
"Yes."
Superman floated a few inches above the water. Kind of hard to beat that, but Richard compensated by leaning against the plane and crossing his arms. He thought it probably made him look defensive.
"Any particular reason for the visit, Superman? Not that I mind, but generally we see you during the day. If Lois sees me out here talking to you, she might get jealous." His smile covered everything he's never said. Jealous of who? Stay the hell away from my family.
I know.
"Clark asked me to pass along these files. I...ran into him at the Planet, I was looking for Lois and found him on the rooftop instead." Superman floated the files to Richard, and as Richard took them, he briefly, in a fit of spite, considered dropping the damn things into the ocean. But he's the better man.
He's the man in the equation, at any rate.
"Really. Neat trick that." And the quick blink tells him that hit a nerve. This rare vulnerability makes Richard bold, his mouth loose. "I like your alter ego. Sometimes, I respect you. But don't forget what I know or who calls me Daddy."
Superman swallowed. Nodded his head.
"This isn't about Lois. She makes her own choices. But until you have the guts to let her make those choices, just..."
"Richard?" Lois' voice floated down from the house. He didn't take his eyes off the man in tights as he spoke.
"Yeah, hon, I'll be right up."
"Good."
"Man to man, are we clear?"
Superman smiled, and it's not the "I'm a super powerful alien, don't be frightened" smile, but an honest *human* smile.
"Yes. I think so."
"Excellent. Drop by more often. We don't stand on formality around here and we don't dress," Richard made a point out of poking his finger towards that stupid red "S", "for dinner."
Before Richard's finished the 'ner' in 'dinner', Superman's gone, not even a wave in the water as he goes.