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My corner of the sky

Characters: Lois Lane and open!
Date: During the mis-spell event!
Location: Lots of places in Keeliai!
Situation: Lois has Kryptonian powers, she's not sure whose. (Spoiler: Jor-El's.) But her husband's a teenager. She has some issues.
Warnings/Rating: Language, I'm sure.

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Lois isn't quite as compulsively given to the whole superhero thing as her husband. Not that she doesn't want to help: she entirely understands it and it's one of those things that she loves about him. But for one, she is still learning to tune her ears specifically to crime as opposed to everything else; for another, she's not used to dropping everything to save the day.

However, on the other hand, these powers aren't naturally hers. As a result, she feels no particular need to disguise herself or even wear a mask. Easy enough to explain--even truthfully--that this is temporary... but that doesn't mean she's not stepping in.

(Besides, while Clark's grounded--literally--she feels obligated to step in.)

Metal Sector has the most one-off crimes, so she spends quite a lot of time dropping in and out, even patrolling to some degree, because it's rare she gets to take out her dislike for criminals quite like this.

Dick's feeling the same way. Without the powers, though. But most of the people who would go on patrol were either at an age that they couldn't, or had lost/gained powers. And that could throw you off for a long time. Dick could only imagine it, seeing as he'd never had powers.

And he didn't have any now. Whatever that spell thing was, it seemed to pass over him, much to both his delight, and his sadness. It would have been fun to gain powers. Maybe see what being ten or fifty would be like.

But now was not the time, as he had to keep up with more now then usual. Nightwing was seen all over Keeliai lately, but definitely in the metal sector. So, obviously when he sees Lois Lane flying around near where he is on the roof? That makes him grin.

"Where's your mask and costume? You can't be flying around without some spandex going on!" Dick teased her.

Dick's voice definitely brightens her day--or night, as the case may be--because he's just as he always is. Familiarity is a comfort, especially given the... awkwardness of current circumstances.

She lands fairly neatly and gives him a grin. "One thing I haven't found in this place is spandex. For some reason kedan shops don't seem to go in for it." And secretly she's kind of glad, because 'but there isn't a place to get traditional hero outfits' makes a great argument if she and Clark actually get into that rather silly discussion.

Also, she is not going to be designing clothing when there are better things to do.

"Besides, why bother? Zatanna's going to get this fixed or else get murdered sooner or later. Sooner, if she values breathing." Someone is not happy about this.

Dick leans back on his good leg, shaking his head with a smile, as he folds his arms over his chest. "You know that all you have to do is ask, and the people who have spandex will give you spandex, right?" He laughed. "Okay, maybe not many. But some of them, will. Or give you a mask, at least." He taps his finger against his own mask, toggling the lenses down so she can see his eyes clearer.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I clearly don't have powers, and never have. I'm a pretty normal guy, and I seem to do some good without having to wait for Zatanna to get her act together." He'll agree that she needs to do it soon, though. He's going to keep an eye on her.

In case someone decides to make good on their threat.

She can't help it; she smiles. The spandex community really is pretty close-knit, and some days she feels particularly honored to be part of it by extension. "Honestly, I hadn't really thought about it. This is a one-time thing--we hope--and directly due to Zatanna. I don't really see much reason that Lois Lane can't have ended up with someone's superpowers."

And then, after a moment, the smile turns sardonic. "And frankly no one from home, at least, would be surprised the powers are Kryptonian."

Her connection to Superman isn't a basic-tenet-of-life to people from other worlds here, but still.

Hayley has been doing her best to avoid people since the first spell she was hit with. Once she had progressed to the second, one which made clothes fairly difficult, the girl had decided not to leave her suite or her Sector any more than absolutely necessary. Alas, food was part of that necessity and so, finally back to her own body and age, she has set out down to one of the small markets nearby for food.

She turns a corner, glancing over her shoulder at a kedan loosely resembling Lex at a quick glance, and finds herself very nearly crashing into a woman. Hayley reels back just in time to avoid the collision, blinking and immediately holding her hands out in a passive sign of conflict avoidance.

"Hey, sorry, I-" She begins, but cuts off when she sees it's Lois. It's not that Hayley's upset with her at all, but things with both Superman and Clark are pretty complicated and Lois is kind of naturally in the middle of all of it whether she wants to be or not. The truth is, Hayley has no idea how to start that kind of conversation or figure it out. Awkwardly, she continues, "..was just, uh.. Never mind."

She shrugs and shakes her head as if whatever she was going to say wasn't important in the slightest.

That is a response calculated to make Lois' eyebrows go up right quick--which they do. Between everything she's heard from Clark--and twice over, now, really this is all a mess--and Hayley's attitude in now starting to avoid her...

Lois has never before had to play counselor to so many teens. Then again, Clark has never been in such frequent contact with teens (and apparently putting his foot in it almost every time). After a moment she sighs--perhaps a little dramatically--and rolls her eyes.

"Oh no you don't," is the firm order. "I have heard two stories at this point. You can tell me your side, and then we'll see if we can't get this straightened out before I get a migraine."

The immediate authority Lois takes with her immediately puts Hayley on the defensive. She's used to the woman telling her what to do with the radio project and she gladly obeys as an employee. But here, where Lois has no technical control, the command is too much like Hayley's mother to ever respect it- or Lois, if she continues to act like that.

The girl is half tempted to roll her eyes, to match Lois' exasperated gesture. Instead, she simply switches into belligerent teenager mode. "My side of what, Lois?"

Lois had exactly no of acting like a parent. Like someone utterly exasperated with too many people close to her acting like total blockheads, sure. But a parent? It was hard enough to learn how to be a parent with Chris, let alone doing it to her interns. She wasn't the mother hen in her marriage.

(Frankly, her own family history leaves her totally unaware that her manner wouldn't be at all out of line for some mothers.)

"Whatever the hell has both of them all twisted up--Clark's been fretting, and Superman, well, he's nonplussed. He doesn't usually reactions like that, especially from kids your age. But they're also both grown men and not people I'd expect to come close to grasping what's going through a teenage girl's mind. So. What's going on?"

"If Superman's that bent out of shape over a teenage girl, I think you have bigger problems." She can't help the sarcasm dripping off of every word. Hayley likes and respects Lois well enough normally, but anyone cornering her for answers she's not ready to give is immediately an enemy. That Lois resembles her mother makes it that much easier to be dismissive and rude. "But I'm super flattered he's been talking about me to you."

Clearly she's not thrilled about that at all. Clark talking to Lois is one thing. It's expected. But Superman passing his concerns about Hayley on to the pair of them is something she's slowly coming to hate more and more.

After a beat, Hayley huffs with intentional petulance. Then her tone is slightly more sincere while clearly frustrated. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lois. You're really going to have to give me a clue."

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