<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dw.com/image/17897628_303.jpg)(https://scontent-sea1-1.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/c0.136.1080.1080/23347882_128191221197266_4996989097919643648_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lois, Clark, and Chris<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Red Robin and Apartment Rooftop, Metropolis<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>A weekend in October, 8:00PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lois Lane, Chris Wolfman, and Tony<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Clark learns about life's dark realities.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     Clark was perched on the roof of an apartment complex and had a pair of binoculars that he didn’t need, but they were used for cover any way. He was staring through them as he watched Lois and Chris walk up to the entrance of Red Robin. His attention immediately went to Lois. Her skin glowed like gold, and she was boldly wearing a snug white dress. The five-inch heels she was wearing made her legs look like they extended for miles. Gold hoops hung from her ears, intermingling with her wavy long hair. She was absolutely breath-taking. Clark smiled a little even though Lois’s arm was wrapped around Wolf’s arm and not his own. Wolf was wearing a button-up navy-blue shirt and some dark jeans. They were nice jeans, but Clark wondered if the man thought they were going to a club. Whatever. As the two went inside, Clark overheard some footsteps behind him.<br/><br/>     Lowering the binoculars, Clark turned his head over his shoulder to see a plump man wearing a white-tank, blue striped boxer shorts, and green flip-flops creeping up behind him with a bat raised over his head. The man froze when the two made eye-contact. Clark slowly set down the binoculars and raised his hands in surrender. The older man exhaled a breath of anxiety before he pointed the end of the bat at him.<br/><br/>     “What are you doin’ up here? This is my roof!” the man demanded.<br/><br/>     “I didn’t mean to trespass,” Clark said.<br/><br/>     The man then pointed at the binoculars with his bat. “What are you spying on? A bank?”<br/><br/>     “No, Sir.”<br/><br/>     “You better not be lyin’ buddy. I can’t stand liars. You’re up here dressed like a thief. Why wouldn’t you be spying on a bank?”<br/><br/>     “Because there isn’t a bank on this block.”<br/><br/>     The man fell silent as he took a moment to map out the block in his mind. He was right, but then he quickly changed his accusation. “An ATM then!”<br/><br/>     “No, Sir. I’m not spying on an ATM either.”<br/><br/>     “Then what are you doin’ up here?”<br/><br/>     The man sounded like he was losing his patience, but Clark felt too embarrassed to tell him. The man warned, “You got five seconds to tell me or I’m callin’ the cops!”<br/><br/>     Clark sighed and muttered, “A girl…”<br/><br/>     “You a stalker?”<br/><br/>     “No! Of course not. I would never do that.”<br/><br/>     “But you are!”<br/><br/>     “I know!” It was painful talking about it. His shame was nearly crushing him. “She’s just dating an asshole from work and I just want to make sure she’s all right.”<br/><br/>     The man stared at Clark with at first a disbelieving look. He then took a moment to scrutinize how he was dressed and those glasses…why would anyone wear those? The man then realized that he didn’t have a thief on his roof but a loser and snorted with laughter. Clark stared at the man blankly and slowly lowered his hands. The man was using the bat as a cane to hold himself up as he continued to laugh.<br/><br/>     “You scared the shit out of me. You made me think I had some burglar on my roof, but instead, I have some nerd.”<br/><br/>     “Nerd?” Clark repeated as though offended.<br/><br/>     The man waved at him in apology. “Sorry, sorry! Let me see those binoculars.”<br/><br/>     The man walked over, knelt next to Clark, and set down the bat. He picked up the binoculars and asked, “What am I looking at?”<br/><br/>     “They’re in Red Robin by the window,” Clark told him.<br/><br/>     The man glanced over to the vitrine and his brows rose in surprise. “The babe in the white dress is your girl?” He then looked over at Clark wide-eyed.<br/><br/>     Clark blushed and smiled a little at the thought. “No; not really. We’re partners at work.”<br/><br/>     The man then returned to looking over at the restaurant and examined Chris and how he sat, smiled, and was dressed. “Yeah that guy seems like a typical prick. I’m sorry to say this bud, but chicks dig pricks. Good guys like you just end up in the friend zone for life.”<br/><br/>     Clark was at a loss for words. Was that true? He felt that he had spent majority of his life as a human and he never really noticed that claim. He gazed over at the restaurant at Lois and Chris. Her face was glowing with laughter and an eternal smile. She always seemed so much happier in his presence than with him. When it was just Clark and her, she often did treat him as a competent partner, but she babied him a little. She was like a mother looking after her son. Had he screwed up everything? He didn’t want to make it seem like Lois had to baby Clark for being so…awkward.<br/><br/>     The man had lowered the binoculars and was staring at Clark’s defeated expression. He frowned sympathetically at him. He didn’t mean to make him lose hope. “Y’know, you’re a good guy lookin’ out for her. I’ve seen women fall in love with good guys. It’s rare, but it does happen. Maybe she’ll notice how you feel one day. Or better yet, why don’t you tell her!”<br/><br/>     “I can’t. She…she doesn’t like me like that.” <em>She loves Superman…</em> “I’m just her partner and a good friend.”<br/><br/>     <br/>    Clark and the man who he eventually learned was named Tony sat on the roof for an hour. Tony had went to retrieve a lawn chair and some popcorn that he offered to Clark, but Clark was too busy sulking with his arms crossed on the ledge of the roof. His chin was rested on them as he continued to watch Lois and Chris. Tony had the binoculars, and he assumed Clark was no longer watching the date.<br/><br/>     While munching on some popcorn—a few pieces were caught up in his salt and pepper mustache—Tony informed Clark as Lois and Chris started to stand from the table, “Looks like the date’s over.”<br/><br/>     Clark glanced over to Tony and then back at Lois and Chris. Lois was holding onto Chris’s arm, looking as though she was having a little trouble standing. They did have a lot of drinks. Clark uncrossed his arms and sat up straight on his knees. Tony informed, “Looks like she’s had enough to drink. Do you trust this guy to take her home?”<br/><br/>     Clark blinked in surprise at Tony’s question. He looked over at him. “What do you mean?”<br/><br/>     Tony lowered the binoculars and looked at Clark as though he had been born yesterday. He then tried to devise a way to explain it to him in a gentle manner. “Well…alcohol tends to release our inhibitions so…I guess what I’m trynna’ say is…”<br/><br/>     “You’re asking me if I believe Chris will take Lois home and not to his place,” Clark figured in disturbance.<br/><br/>     “Yeah, exactly.”<br/><br/>     Clark was staring wide-eyed at the restaurant. Chris wasn’t that sleazy. If he loved Lois, he would take her home. Clark stood and Tony looked up at him, eyes growing large when he saw how tall the <em>nerd</em> actually was.<br/><br/>     “Holy shit, you’re a pretty big guy!” he exclaimed.<br/><br/>     “I got to go,” Clark said.<br/><br/>     “Go where? What are you going to do?”<br/><br/>     “I just need to make sure he takes her home.”<br/><br/>     Tony held up the binoculars. “You want these back?”<br/><br/>     “Keep them and don’t use them to peep on people.”<br/><br/>     Tony frowned. “What do you take me for?”<br/><br/>     “Goodbye Tony.”<br/><br/>     “See ya.”<br/><br/>     Clark ran across the roof and leapt over the side, causing Tony to jump to his feet in shock. “Woah! Hey!” He raced over to the edge of the roof and gazed over to find the nerd gone. “Wow.”<br/><br/>     Clark followed after Chris’s yellow and red-striped Camero. He moved too fast for any CCTV to register him. They never went by Lois’s apartment. Clark felt as though his blood had been lit on fire. His hands were shaking when Chris parked his Camero in front of what he believed to be his apartment for it definitely wasn’t Lois’s. Chris walked around to Lois’s side and opened the door. He held his hand out to her and helped her step onto the curb. She was full of giggles, laughing at how silly she felt for being unable to keep her balance.<br/><br/>     “Where are we?” she asked.<br/><br/>     “My place,” Chris replied.<br/><br/>     “Why are we at your place?” she questioned on a laugh.<br/><br/>     “Did you want me to go to yours?”<br/><br/>     “I am feeling very tired. I just want to sleep.”<br/><br/>     “Come on, it’ll be for just a little while. I’ll get you some water to help you sober up. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”<br/><br/>     “O…okay.”<br/><br/>     Clark scowled from the roof of the complex across the street. He wasn’t going to let Chris take Lois into his apartment. Superman was going to…No; not Superman. Superman wasn’t the right character for this job. Clark wasn’t either. He was wasting time. Chris was already escorting Lois toward the steps. Clark then remembered that he was dressed as a thief. He felt a little apprehensive masquerading as a thug to “save” Lois. He grasped the collar of his turtle neck and unrolled it up to his face just beneath his eyes. He then stowed his glasses in his pants pocket.<br/><br/>     <em>All right; not-Clark. Here’s your chance</em>, he told himself.<br/><br/>     The super thug leapt off the rooftop to land on the sidewalk without cracking the pavement. He then sprinted across the street, heading straight for Chris, and an unsteady Lois. When he reached them, he snagged Chris by the shoulder and wrenched him away from her. He then tossed him back toward his car with ease. He didn’t want to hurt him as much as he probably deserved to be. Chris exclaimed as he flew through the air. The door of his car broke his momentum, causing him to drop upon the sidewalk. Wincing in mild pain, Chris looked up to see a man in black picking up Lois.<br/><br/>     “What are you doing?” he roared. Chris rose to his feet with his fists raised. “I won’t let you take her!”<br/><br/>     The thief glared back at Chris, and then quickly ran off. Chris would have attempted to chase him, but his mouth dropped at how fast the thug was fleeing.<br/><br/>     “Hey! Stop! THIEF!” Chris shouted. “He’s kidnapping Lois! Someone!”<br/><br/>     He gazed around at his surroundings. A few people on the street chose to mind their own business, while others started to call the police. Chris cursed and raced around to the driver’s side of his Camero to hopefully try to catch them.<br/><br/>    Clark gazed down at Lois who seemed relaxed in his arms and was barely awake. She rested in his cradling hold without protest or realization that she was even being <del>kidnapped</del> saved. All he had to do was get her to her room and then his mission would be a success.</span>