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[b]The Daily Planet Building
Metropolis, DE[/b]

Sun began to rise over the horizon as the people below began heading off to work. Lois and Superman had been on the roof the entire night talking. It was probably wrong for Clark to use his powers as Superman to get closer to Lois, but the woman demanded nearly weekly interviews with him at this point. Clark, obviously, wasn't going to say no to that. Of course, at this point Clark, as Clark, had begun to get close with Lois as well. He was worried she'd eventually figure out his secret, but at this point there was nothing he could do about it.

"So what do you have to say about those who believe the Justice League is a threat to sovereign nations?" Lois asked looking up from her notepad. The two of them had rotated between interview questions and off the record conversation the whole night. Lois would try to sneak these kinds of questions in when she thought he was distracted in order to catch him off guard. It never worked, but he couldn't fault her for trying.

Superman smiled softly, "I would have to say their fears are unfounded, Lois. None of us are looking to takeover the world. We're here to protect the people from those that do. I understand the trepidation some may have about the Justice League. We are some of the most powerful people in the world. But we have all stood by the law of right and wrong, and cooperated with all international law."

"But what about HAMMER?" Lois's eyebrows raised. "You have been requested, on multiple occasions, to register your identities with the agency, and every time you and your other Justice Leaguers have refused to do so."

"We have reason to believe, Ms. Lane, that HAMMER doesn't always have our best interests in mind," Clark responded, thinking about what Batman had discovered about HAMMER. They had been detaining mutants and metas on a whim. With the League's identities they could create a firestorm. "We want to protect everyone, but that includes ourselves. If we don't have our identities, we may not be able to do either."

"Great answer," Lois smirked at the man of tomorrow. "I think that does it for the interview. You wanna grab breakfast?"

"I don't think the diner would appreciate the cape, Lois," Clark chuckled. " And every time I hit a ketchup bottle it shatters. I have having to wash the suit."

"That is so corny. You know that, right?"

"What can I say? I'm old fash-" Clark's attention is drawn from a crash he picks up with his super hearing. Superman focused, realizing it came from LexCorp, which was never a good sign. "I'm sorry, Lois. But it seems my attention is needed elsewhere."

Rocketing towards LexCorp, Superman landed in the office of Lex Luthor himself. Last time he was here, Clark was threatening the super criminal. Luthor was leaning against a wall, obviously injured. When Clark approached, he spat at his feet, "Sending one of you lackies against me, Superman? I didn't know there was more of you. Thought you had gotten rid of all of them."

Before Clark could ask what he was talking about, an explosion ripped through the floor below him. Shielding Luthor from the fire, Clark spun around to see what seemed like a Kryptonian standing below him holding parts of Luthor's security droids. Clark floated off the floor, crossing his arms, "I don't know who you are, but I think it's time for you to stop."