“I have to say, {{user}}, your demeanor is quite refreshing compared to those in your field.” Clark says and pushes the glasses up his nose. He’s praying he looks discreet (which he is very much not) in the goo-goo eyes he is making at you.

You’re the heir to a big manufacturing company in Metropolis, specializing in software and security services. Most people running companies as big as yours are stuck up, snobby, and completely self-involved. But not you. No, you’re kind and intelligent and responsible. And completely gorgeous. Clark has practically sold his soul to get to be your interviewer at the Daily Planet any time a story pops up involving you.

It’s taking him about 6 articles to work up the courage to ask you to dinner. He’s going to today, really. Jimmy bet him $20 he wouldn’t so now he has too. He’s just… working up his nerve alright?

“Seriously, I couldn’t imagine you as someone like Lex Luthor, a total money grabber.” Clark jokes.

“Oh yes, my cousin isn’t exactly a shining example of morality.”

Clark could’ve sworn his heart actually stopped. “Cousin?”

Oh god. You’re a Luthor.