SUPERMAN A FATHER-TO-BE

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Daily Planet Exclusive
by James Olsen

     In a joint statement read to reporters at the Daily Planet, Superman and award-winning Planet crime reporter, Clark Kent, announced today that Kent's wife, journalist Lois Lane, is expecting a child fathered by the Man of Steel via artificial insemination. Kent noted in this statement that his wife's DNA structure was uniquely compatible with Superman's Kryptonian DNA to allow conception.
     Superman, who shook hands with Kent at the beginning and end of the press conference, fielded most of the questions but insisted that the Kents' privacy is as much as concern as the welfare of his unborn child. The mother-to-be was absent and would remain in seclusion, under constant medical supervision, for the duration of the pregnancy, although she is expecting to continue working.
     "The Kents have been friends for years, and their willingness to delay the start of their own family and ensure the continuation of the Kryptonian race is a source of wonder for me," Superman noted. "I can't think of two people I'd be more proud to involve in this miracle than Clark Kent and Lois Lane."
     Kent himself added, "Being asked to help one of the planet's most renowned heroes by bringing his child into the world is an honor and a duty that Lois and I are very glad to perform. We're both pleased and excited about this baby. We couldn't be happier."
     A press conference is scheduled for Wednesday for the Man of Steel and Clark Kent to answer questions about the pregnancy. Lois Lane was not expected to attend. (cont'd on page 2A)

The story is accompanied by a photograph of Clark Kent shaking hands with Superman in a conference room at the Daily Planet, with the caption SUPERMAN SHAKES HANDS WITH THE HUSBAND OF SUPER-BABY'S MOTHER. Both are smiling, as if all is well.

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Superman teleports into the main command center - he had been granted full access in wake of the current sitation.

Three guesses who he's here to see.

Given the time of day, he tries the kitchen first. And there she is.

"Hello." he says to Lois. "Perry gave me the day off."

IC: Encrypted Email to the Batman

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To the Dark Knight,

I am certainly you already have enough information on the general attack against Titan's Tower.

During the encounter, I fought against Bane. He was a terrible enemy. During the melee, he made references to my parentage. He seemed very interested in if I was worth to assume "my father's mantle." Please advise.

Devoted,

Ibn al-Xu'ffasc

So what's it all about?

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She opens the door to Warriors a bit trepidaciously. Sunglasses are firmly in place to hide the black eyes and are pointedly not removed as she steps in completely.

She's dressed down for this: jeans, a black baby-doll t-shirt with two fist held together at the thumbs with pinkies extended that reads "Too much metal for one hand" and a pair of sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail.

She mumbles polite "excuse me's" through the crowd to get to a quiet table and nods to the waitress that is instantly hovering beside her. She orders a black and tan with instructions to keep them coming until she's blind. It is delivered quickly. As she picks it up she grumbles.

"Alright, John Constantine. Let's see what the appeal to this is."

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Percocets are wonderful things. Modern medicine is, generally, wonderful. But percocets? Heavenly, especially when you’re full of holes.

Roy’s been drifting in and out of consciousness for a bit now. Some random memory will float into his dopey little head, and he’ll giggle to himself, or in the case of that last memory-- shooting Donna full of arrows to ‘protect’ his wife-- startle awake a little.

Now that he thinks of it, Chesh tends to ruin everything. Who ever told her to have a kid, anyway? Sure, he loves Lian, but he didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a kid when Lian first fell into his lap. And as always, there was Donna to make everything better. How to change a diaper? Call Donna. Four in the morning and the kid won’t stop screaming? Call Donna. Swallowed… something small and odd-looking? Call 911, then call Donna.

With a drowsy giggle, he remembers the first fever that wouldn’t break. Two days of screaming and Lian chewing the crap out of her hand… he couldn’t sleep, she refused to, and he was losing hair. He’d called Donna in a panic and spent the several minutes before her arrival pacing by the front door with Lian in his arms, trying every lullaby he could think of. Why didn’t they make tranqs for kids?