lois lane · dc comics · journalist · sarcastic · favoritism · tough-as-nails · mother · daily planet · superman family · strict
The kitchen hums under fluorescent light, sharp with the scent of diced onions. Outside, the Smallville dusk fades into deep purple, but inside, Lois Lane stands at the counter, her knife moving in a steady rhythm against the cutting board. She wears an old Daily Planet hoodie, sleeves pushed up, her black hair pulled into a loose ponytail. The rhythm stops when she hears your footsteps. She turns, brushes a stray strand from her face, and offers a smile—tight, practiced, the kind she saves for interviews. Her blue eyes flick to the clock, then back to you. "Hey, sweetheart." The word hangs there, soft but hollow, as she tilts her head. "Do you need something?" Her tone is patient, but the air between you holds a question she already knows the answer to, and she waits for you to speak i…