Glasses really aren’t the best disguise.
Summary: You do an exclusive interview with the man of steel himself.
Pairing: Clark Kent x OC (Tisha McAlister)
Warnings: Slight mention of sexual activity.
A/N: Hey guys! I’m back, I’ve been going through a bit of writers block, plus no motivation to write, but I watched Man of Steel the other day, and got me excited to write this little piece! It is set in modern day, With Henry and Amy as Clark and Lois, but is heavily influenced by the very first Superman the movie ever! Please enjoy!
Working at the Daily Planet wasn’t really everything it was cracked up to be, deadlines were ridiculous, there was always competition between journalists to see who was the better writer, and in what field. I, on the other hand, really could have cared less. I show up, write my article, hunt down any new juicy stories that might be floating around, then go home to prep the next article. That is my life. The life of Tisha McAlister. The current bet around the office was who would get the next Superman scoop: Me, or Lois Lane. I don’t mind Lois, she’s nice enough, and a damn good journalist. Hey, I know we’re supposed to be pitted against each other, but I’m not below giving credit where credit is due. She’s just almost too cocky about how good she is. To me, there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance, and she is teetering right over that line. But no, that doesn’t make her a bad person.
She always seems to get the Superman stories, but, a few months back, Lois was on suspension (again) and Perry asked me to write the story about the most recent Superman case, and people seemed to love it. Thought it was nice to see someone other than Lois Lane writing about the man of steel.So, Perry’s been wanting to assign me to another one. So, with that possible scoop in the near future, I’ve been hanging with Clark and Lois more recently.
As I’ve been spending time with them, I’ve been noticing when Lois takes on a case, she almost purposefully gets herself in trouble, JUST so Superman will have to save her. It all seems like a giant ploy for attention from the man of steel. Which I think is ridiculous. Some might call it jealousy, saying I just wish Superman would come save me, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I just won’t risk my life trying to get a good picture, no big story is worth my life. Which is the current topic of discussion at the office between Lois and I.
“I’m just saying, Lois. One day he’s not going to be able to be there to save you, and then what? No scoop is worth losing your life over!” She rolls her eyes at me, clearly everything I just said went in one ear and out the other.
“I appreciate your concern for me Tisha, really, I do, but I can handle myself.” I sigh, rolling my own eyes.
“Alright, Lane. Whatever you say.”
As the awkward tension fills the air, the elevator dings, signaling Clark’s arrival with our lunch.
“I’m back ladies, sorry it took so long, subway was packed.”I smile at him, taking my sandwich that he was holding out for me.
“Ah thank you Clark. No big deal, it was lunch time after all.” I’ve always found myself attracted to Clark Kent. When I first moved here, I felt so out of place. I too, was from Kansas. Another very small town called Melvern. If you weren’t looking, you’d drive right through it and never know it. So we had that to bond over, and he quickly became my first friend. I honestly wish we could someday be something more than friends, but I don’t think I’m his type.
I have always known Clark is Superman. The glasses and slouched shoulders really aren’t as good of a disguise as he thinks it is. I’ve never told him I know, because I just assumed if he wanted me to know, he’d tell me. I’m also no fool to see that Lois knows he’s superman as well. After all, she was the one who discovered him.
Clark can sense the tension between Lois and I almost immediately.
“What did you two disagree on this time?”
“Oh, nothing you need to worry about, Clark Just a minor disagreement.” He raises an eyebrow, almost like he doesn’t believe me.
Lois rolls her eyes, and goes back to work while eating her sandwich, courtesy of Clark.
“You know Clark,” Lois speaks up, grabbing both of our attentions. “I believe Superman should do an interview.” Clark chuckles and raises an eyebrow.
“An interview, Lois? What for?”
“We all know Superman saved the world, twice now. Second time with the help of Batman and Wonderwoman of course. But since his….miraculous return from supposed death, there are people wanting to know more about the man who gave his life for them, and personally I think it’s a wonderful idea.” I roll my eyes.
“Lois!” Jumping, I turn to face the voice that shouted, practically in my ear.
“Lois, you’re a genius! Why didn’t I think of that?!” Perry claps his hands together, turning to head back to his office to make some calls, no doubt.
“McAlister, this is the perfect opportunity, the perfect story for you to cover! I can see it now, headlines, bold print: My evening with the man of steel, by Tisha McAlister. It’ll fly off the shelves!” I’m sure my eyes looked half bugged out of their sockets. While I couldn’t see her, I could feel Lois fuming next to me.
“Right, Perry. And just how, exactly do you expect me to go about this? I can’t just find him, can’t stand on my balcony and scream his name. And I’m CERTAINLY not going to put my life on the line in hopes he’ll save me.” I turn to look at Lois. “No offense.” I hear a snort come from my right. Clark must have found that funny.
“I’ll put it on the news. Surely he watches the news. I’ll tell him to meet you on your balcony a week from tonight! It’s foolproof! Don’t let me down, Tisha.” He closes his door, and picks up the phone. Setting up the announcement I’m sure. I run my fingers down my face.
The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. No arguments and no new bets, as it seems I had won the most recent one. Bills were flying around the office, everything from $5’s to $50’s.
Packing up, I can hear Lois and Clark in the next room over, Lois whisper shouting it seems.
“Are you really going to go to her house next week?!”
“I don’t have a choice, Lois. If I show up at your house, don’t you think that’ll look suspicious?” She groans.
“You broke up with me, Lois. You can’t keep Superman too.” My breath catches in my throat.
They were dating? Why didn’t I ever see it? Well, everyone knew Lois and Superman had a thing, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
The next week held no new surprises. Lois seemed to have been giving me the silent treatment. I assume just jealous of my interview tonight with the man of steel himself.
If I didn’t know who he was, I wouldn’t even be expecting him. But knowing it’s Clark, I know he’ll show up. The end of the workday comes quickly.
“Tisha! Don’t forget your interview tonight!” Perry shouts to me on my way to the elevators.
“I doubt he’ll even show up, Perry. But I’ll be waiting for him.” Clark gets in the elevator next to me, pushing up his glasses.
“So, uh, Tisha. Do you think he’ll really show up?” The elevator doors ding, and open.
I smile and look up at Clarks much taller figure.
“I don’t know, Clark. You tell me.”
As I walk out the doors, I can see his posture stiffen, and his jaw clench. I laugh to myself as I disappear into the crowd.
That night shows up fast, much faster than I would have liked.
I have everything set up, and ready for an ‘exclusive’ interview with Superman.
As 8:15 rolls around, I find myself outside watering my plant, awaiting his arrival. I don’t have to wait long.
“I see you’ve been waiting for me.” A smirk makes it’s way across my face as I turn to face him.
“Good evening, Superman. Or should I call you Kal?” He smiles. A smile that I know all too well. The smile that had melted my heart since the first time I’d seen it. I’d seen it as Clark, but never as Superman.
“You can call me whatever you’d like.” He makes his way towards me.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” I smile, grabbing my pen and paper off the desk.\
“No, I just got out here, please have a seat.” He makes his way over to the table and sits down.
“So, Kal.” He smiles.
“Tisha.” I look up and grin.
“So, basic knowledge about you everyone knows: You’re from Krypton, sent here as an infant to escape the ruins of the doomed planet.” He adjusts himself before nodding.
“Yes, that is correct.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m 33.” Scribbling that down on a piece of paper, I continue.
“Roughly how tall are you?”
“Do you have any weaknesses besides kryptonite?” He takes a deep breath.
“I can’t see through lead.” I nod.
“That’s interesting. Don’t think I’ll put that in the article though, you never know what people will use against you.” He smiles.
“What’s the S stand for?” He chuckles.
“It’s not an S. On my world it means hope.” I nod.
“I see, well, here, it’s an S.” He chuckles again.
“Yes, I’ve been told.” I look up at him and smile.
“Are you totally impervious to pain?” He takes a breath and sits up, adjusting himself.
“By anything man made, so far.” I nod.
“We’re weak little bitches.” He laughs out loud, rolling his head back.
“Believe me when I say, there’s nothing weak about the human race.” I smile at him.
“You said you can’t see through lead.”
“Can you tell me what color underwear I’m wearing?” I can tell I’ve caught him off guard. He looks down.
“Lavender.” I bite my lip.
“Alright, I’m impressed.” He just grins.
“Alright, I assume you eat?”
“Uh, yes. Yes I do, but only when I’m hungry.” I laugh out loud.
“Indeed, when you’re hungry is always a good time to eat.”
I take a deep breath for the next question I’ve written down, the few glasses of wine I’d had helping me get this question out.
“Do you have sex?” He smirks, looking up at me questioningly, and I realize I should have reworded the question.
“I-I mean, are your reproductive organs the same as a human male.” He laughs.
“I know what you meant, and yes. I can have sex.” I find myself biting my lip as I write that down.
“D-Do you enjoy sex?” He sits up in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. My face remains down. I did not look at him when I asked the question. My nerves getting the better of me.
“I enjoy sex very much, Tisha.”
The interview ended not too long after that, as I found myself needing a cold shower, and hoping he couldn’t he couldn’t smell how aroused I was. After a couple more glasses of wine and a cold shower, sleep came willingly.
The next morning I was well rested and ready to publish my article with Superman.
“Tisha! Did he show up?” Perry meets me at my desk, which sits right across from Clark, and next to Lois. I can feel Clark staring at me.
“Nope.” Perry’s shoulders drop, and Clark’s confused face pops up to look at me.
“I’m just kidding Perry, of course he showed up.” Perry sighs in relief. I hand him my finished work, and he pats me on the back.
“Brilliant! Wonderful work, Tisha.”
Clark looks like he’s dying to say something to me, as his mouth keeps opening and closing while looking at me. Since he’s the only one in earshot, I figure I can say to him..
“Thank you, Clark. You didn’t have to show up last night.” I can clearly see the shock, confusion and panic all at once on his face.
“W-Wha-” I pat him on the back.
“Glasses and slouched shoulders don’t work on everyone you know. I’ve known almost the whole time I’ve known you,” He starts stuttering, before he groans, standing up and grabbing my face, bringing his lips to mine in a long awaited kiss…
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