Front page in today's Daily Planet

[pulitzerwinner]

Gotham's New Dynamic Duo?
Reformed Criminal Masterminds Walking the Straight and Narrow
by Lois Lane     Riddle me this: when are a pair of infamous Gotham baddies involved in crimes but not as criminals? Answer: when they open a private detective agency to solve problems instead of creating them

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[_darkknight_]

Actually sitting down in his den with the paper and a cup of coffee, a few crumbs of breakfast left on the nearby tray, the owner of the Daily Planet sits up slowly as he reads the front page of the newspaper. Color begins to pour into his complexion at an alarming rate.

Did his property just give a front-page endorsement and ad to the questionable enterprise of two of his longest-term foes?

"Clark," Bruce mutters between clenched teeth, "I'm going to kill your wife."

[femme_du_chat]

Selina makes a soft chuff of noise at that comment. She's got a cup of coffee herself in hand. "Well, they're certainly better at PR than I am. My own business didn't fare nearly so well."

[_darkknight_]

Bruce doesn't answer at once, and the paper in his hands is crinkled, tearing from the pressure. "She could not have kissed their asses better," he eventually snarls.

[femme_du_chat]

"You know that's not true, either."

Selina shrugs, "Eddie is likely making a solid try at it. Crane... I don't trust the man at all. He's far too into his own reputation to truly ever be able to get past the rush making someone cower causes." A long sip from her coffee mug, "Could be interesting to see her reaction if it falls apart."

[eddie_nygma]

"Brilliant. Perfect."

It is with no small sense of satisfaction that Nygma reads the story. Once finished, he takes out a pen and proceeds to the comics section to work the crossword and sudoku puzzles.

[scream_and_cry]

Sitting on a park bench with Alice on his arm, Dr. Crane reads the paper and begins to laugh. "What a positively wonderful creature." He stares coldly at Alice. "You would do well to learn from her."

[jla_extras]

The Planet's normal operations continue. With reporters scrambling, a cub photographer on a doughnut run, and the Editor in Chief looking for wayward souls.

Today's edition has been put to bed rather early, with feedback coming from the Crane/Nygma piece seemingly positive from all who read it. A successful day all around at the Daily Planet. Its on to the next story.

Which seemingly, has just fallen into its lap.

"LAAAAANE! KEENNNNT!"
A possible derelict has entered into the front lobby, screaming at the top of his lungs for attention.

He stops, opening his arms out wide in almost a welcoming gesture.

"...I brought you your exclusive..."

[pulitzerwinner]

Irony is that Lois would have walked right past the man if he hadn't screamed her name; she is walking with her nose in her Blackberry, drinking coffee at the same time.

Then the scream comes, and her coffee goes in one direction - hey, isn't that the sports reporter that gives her husband such crap, on the receiving end of that coffee? - and her Blackberry in the other. Eyes wide, she stares, stares at Lex and then hurries forward. "Jesus Christ...."

[metromarvel]

"...oh my gosh." His childhood friend and on and off again worst enemy has just waded into the building covered in blood. Clark Kent finds himself running down the stairs...

"Woah!" Tripping over Heinz from accounting...

...and landing on his face near the bottom of the stairs. Only a few people step on Clark before he springs himself back up. "Lex? Is that you?"

[man_of_stee_ll]

"I'd like for someone to call my lawyer please." His hands lower before staring directly into Kent's face.

"My phone call. And then I'll tell you exactly how I just killed Superman." His eyes glaze over as he takes in the room's attention.