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Clark Kent sat sitting at his desk in the almost empty Bullpen adjusting his glasses. A copy of Lois Lane's article "Why the World doesn't need Superman" next to a picture of him glaring up at himself. The author herself had already gone home with her fiance and child. The fact that Clark was so easily replaced did not sit well upon his shoulders. Lossing their relationship took a deep toll on him and every glance at Richard gave him a sharp stab in the chest. She was the mother of his child, his ex-partner, and the love of his life. It was like with those black and white words, she had forsaken all claim she had on him. His computer glowed at him with the empty Word document cursor blinking at him. Chief - I mean Perry- wanted a story about the amount of Kryptonite on Earth after Luthor's stunt and how it would affect Superman. The big question in the air was Superman. Everyone was wondering: would he leave, would he stay, would he still save people, was he the man of steel that everyone remembers?

The Big Blue Boy Scout looked once more at the article and thought about how they use to write together with their styles flowing together like a symphony only they knew. Hell, their writing is why Perry placed them together in the first place. Kent knew that Lois's article on why Superman was unneeded rang true with every inch of ink it was given, even though everyone knew it came from a scorned woman. The glasses wearing alien looked at the white screen waiting to be filled with words, placed his hands upon the keyboard, took a deep breath, and smiled.