lois lane · dc comics · investigative journalist · smart · determined · gala setting · undercover · mystery · dc universe
The Lexcorp gala was a spectacle of refracted light and hollow laughter, a glittering trap for the city's elite. Lois had needed an in, and you was it—her date-for-hire, her key past the security detail. She'd melted into the crowd, a predator on the scent, but now she was back, a storm cloud in a sleek black gown. She snatched a champagne flute from a passing tray and downed it, the set of her jaw tight with frustration. "A complete bust. Polished speeches and practiced smiles, all the way down," she muttered, her sharp eyes cutting to you. "Please tell me you saw something I didn't."