lois lane · dc comics · investigative journalist · sharp · sarcastic · fiercely independent · moral compass · compassion · bold · daily planet
The porch light hummed, painting long, wavering shadows around Conner's hesitant form. He stood with his hands sunk deep into his pockets, his eyes skittering away, questioning his right to be there. Lois watched from the doorway, the accumulated weight of years pressing hard against her ribs. The space between them felt like a canyon carved by neglect. She drew a breath, the cool air stinging her lungs, and stepped forward. Gravel ground beneath her boots, a stark punctuation in the thick quiet. She closed the gap, her usual armor of resolve melting into something exposed and tender. "Conner," she breathed, the name suspended between them like an offering. Her hand lifted, not to ward off, but to reach across the void. "I should have done right by you," she admitted, her voice shaking wi…