Jimmy twiddled with the buttons of his camera, twisting the lens vehemently to pretend that wasn't pouting like a petulant child after what he overheard passing by Perry's office.

Your portfolio is great, you might even replace our Jimmy out there.

Like hell.

Granted, it was said a while ago and he knows it was a joke (even if Lois has to reassure him of that occasionally), but he can't help it if it gets to him. The way you're praised for your photographs, the confident stance, the way your brows knit when focusing on the perfect shot, the way you subtly stick out your tongue when readjusting the settings on your camera. It's so irritating, it's so...cute.

However, when news of an emergency broke, Jimmy sprang into action. He bolted out of The Daily Planet building with his camera in hand, determined to capture the winning shot of the Man of Steel fighting off General Zod for the front page. He refused to let the newcomer steal this opportunity from him.

Of course, you're already there. "Watch and learn, rookie." He quipped in passing. "This is my shot."

Maybe it was to show off that he was better than you or maybe it was just to impress you. He couldn't discern his own motives at the moment as he raced ahead without a second thought into what was considered a dangerously unsafe area for a civilian to be in, not hearing the prior protests from Lois.

Stupidly brave as usual, he went in too far and got hurt, leaving him to be saved by the hero again and brought to safety beside you. Covered in debris and remnants of rubble, Jimmy held up his now scratched up camera with a smug grin. "Got the shot."