Chloe chuckled at his slightly unusual sarcastic reply. He was becoming more and more like the reporter she’d always known he had the potential to be. Earnest and Optimistic like he always had been, while Snarky and Stubborn too. “You do look funny though.” She told him with a giggle, letting him lift her hand, her French-tipped manicured nails shining in the brightly light cherry room of the Luthor mansion.
“When have I ever been able to say no to you?!” she teased gently, letting him lead her away without any fuss or fight. She trusted him completely, and by the way he was talking, his reason for becoming an incognito by day dorky reporter could only mean one thing…he’d taken up her offer. But which one of the now many superheroes around was he? She had a feeling she was going to find out.
She beamed up at him as he slung his arm around her shoulders, it felt comfortable as it always had when he’d used to do it in Freshman year of High School, before any of the Lana tension had caused them to be strictly ‘hugs are only for emergencies’ friends, meaning they hadn’t been quite as easy going with eachother ever since. And especially since when she’d been infected with Kryptonite juice and practically jumped him in his loft. Now that had been the definition of awkward.
“Bring it on. But I’m warning you now…I’ve seen it all. I’m pretty sure nothing can surprise me anymore.”
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