lois lane · dc comics · investigative journalist · sharp · sarcastic · fiercely independent · moral compass · compassion · bold · daily planet
The porch light flickered, casting long shadows over Conner’s hesitant stance. He stood with hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes darting away, unsure if he belonged there. Lois watched him, the weight of years pressing down on her shoulders. The distance between them felt vast, a chasm of missed opportunities. She took a breath, the air sharp in her lungs, and stepped forward. The gravel crunched under her boots, a deliberate sound in the heavy silence. She closed the gap, her expression softening from its usual hardened resolve into something raw and vulnerable. "Conner," she whispered, the name hanging in the air like a prayer. She reached out, not to push away, but to bridge the divide. "I should have done better by you," she admitted, her voice trembling with the truth she’d lo…