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that's what i'm going to be. the best darn reporter this paper ever had.

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ofboostergold:

“You can’t fool me, Ms. Lane. Consider how valuable an interview with Booster Gold would be!” At least, it should be, but Michael knows it’s not, not really. He never became the famous superhero he wanted, and really the world had thought Booster Gold was dead for so long the name probably doesn’t even mean all that much. And it’s not like he can go around telling everyone he’s working on saving them by fixing the time stream, so.. here he is, forgotten. His smile fades a little, less of his dazzling showman smile and one a little more humble. “I was doing great right up until someone tried to shoot Ted. How’re you doing, how long have you been back?”

“Yeah, but a girl’s gotta have standards,” she teased, rubbing his upper back lightly before she dropped her hand, bringing it back to wrap around her paper cup of lukewarm coffee, wishing she could leech more warmth from it. “Someone shot at Ted? Ted Kord, you mean?” Lois really was out of the loop. “Is he all right?” Lois shook her head. “Barely a week, can you believe it?” she asked, laughing softly to herself. “Still doesn’t feel real. It kind of feels like everything over there was just a really intricate dream.” Nightmare was more like it, some days, but Lois had been fortunate not to get caught in anything she couldn’t handle.

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gucrdiangamora:

Gamora raises an eyebrow at Lois’ reaction, though she doesn’t blame the woman at all. The city has not really settled down much since the attack at the ball, and it likely won’t anytime soon. Such an atmosphere is bound to put people on edge for some reason. “I understand, no need to apologise.” She insists, offering the other a small smile. “What’s going through your mind? You seem to spend so much time listening to others - maybe you need someone to listen to you, too.”

Lois let out a small sigh, nodding once and pressing her lips together for a moment. She paused, shaking her head. “I don’t know. I guess—things felt different when I was over there. I’m trying to figure out how to adjust again to being back in my old life.” Lois didn’t sound like she had any regrets, however, and she didn’t—she was just trying to find her footing now that she was back, and it was proving to be more difficult than she originally thought.

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lucyinthesxy:

Karolina offered the woman a little smile. “I’m sorry you didn’t get the homecoming you wanted,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t think anyone was expecting this to happen.” She paused, evaluating her own words. “Well, that’s not true, but I don’t think people expected it to be quite that bad. I was expecting some big argument, maybe a fight.”

“Yeah, well, that would have been boring,” she replied. “Normal and quiet is overrated,” she added, winking once. Lois nodded. “I just find it incredible that no one who could have stopped it from happening knew about it beforehand,” she replied. “It’s not like Thaddeus Ross is some figure in the shadows, he’s a government official.”

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daisy-quaking-johnson

“Metropolis, huh? But I actually meant America in general. A lot of crazy and terrible things just seem to happen here.” Granted, a lot of things like that happened outside of America too, and at this point, Daisy just expected crazy things to happen everywhere. What she should’ve asked was if the woman had lived on Earth or not. A civil war sounded almost tame compared to some things she had seen and been a part of. “Really? Nothing at all? Yeah, I’m sure their narrative’s great. I was there, and it just wasn’t pretty. I’m sure a lot of what they say won’t compare to the experience of being there. It was … a lot to handle.” She sighed.

“I think Metropolis was a little sleepier than New York,” she replied. “Also, people are nicer there. Maybe that’s just the midwest in me wanting people to be nice,” she replied with a crooked grin. Lois sighed. “Nothing,” she replied. “I don’t know how they managed to cover everything up so fully, but they did it, and I think I’m kind of pissed off about it.”  Lois shook her head. “It’s ridiculous. A government official managed to organize a shooting in a crowd of civilians and no one knew about it beforehand? I find that hard to believe.”

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courageousdiana:

DIANA SMILES BRIGHTLY at the sight of an old friend. She was happy to see Lois, and get the chance for the two of them to catch up finally. “It has been too long!” She replies opening her arms to pull Lois in for a tight embrace. “I’m just wonderful! How are you? How is Jon?” She asks as she pulls back with that same wide smile. 

Lois laughed, returning the hug warmly. She had always like Diana—then again, she liked any powerful woman who could show the boys what’s up. “I’m doing well, I just got back from overseas, so I’m still adjusting, but I’ve been doing really well. Jon is well, too, he just got his diploma. He didn’t even tell me until after he got it, though, that little stinker.”

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ofrobin:

DAMIAN LOOKS UP AND SEES LOIS answering the door, but what did he expect? This is why he should have tried his friend’s window instead. However, now he was here so might as well socialize. “It’s good to see you, Lois. What are you making?” The boy asks as he steps into the place. He looks around at the place, not hearing anyone else in the house. “I will wait for him then.” He says as he looks back at the woman.

“Uh—rice with fish,” she replied. Lois nodded before gesturing to the stools by the window that connected the kitchen with the living room. “Take a seat, he’ll be home soon,” she replied. “How are you?” she asked, looking at him much like she looked at Jon. She was fond of Damian and glad that Jon had found a friend who understood him like Damian did. “How is school going?”

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riddle-me-that:

Ed’s brows knitted as the other spoke to him. She was either a very social person or she knew him. He glanced back over to her. Well. Her face wasn’t familiar to him at all… so that wasn’t any help. Not that she was looking over at him so he could have a clear image of her. She was checking her phone quickly, as if every little thing was important and Ed just sat on the bench beside her, resting his feet for a little bit before he would return home to his injured Penguin. “If you wanted peaceful you should have went to a small town. No matter what, New York is a loud and active city. Regardless, you wouldn’t have had much peace.” He paused. “Stories… You’re a reporter?” He questioned her. It made sense. She seemed like the talkative type.

Lois tilted her head, looking him over. He seemed familiar, but after months overseas, her memory for faces and names back stateside had faded slightly. She just needed some time to get her bearings back and she was sure that she would remember it, but for now, she was just trying to get some sort of solid footing in this city so she could finally settle in and find her place. “Yeah, for the New York Times,” she replied, taking out her business card and sliding it across the table at the other man. “Lois Lane,” she added, holding out a hand to shake as she introduced herself.

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bcdlcuk:

The feline’s emerald gaze remained on her own tablet as she listened to the blonde speak, each statement from the woman causes her to nod her head in confirmation that the feline is listening, merely keeping her gaze on the tablet as she does so. She allows her hues to roll at the woman’s comment about how tantalizing the story about Ross and while Felicia understands, her jaw clenched and her pearly teeth bite down on her bottom lip. “Don’t tell me you plan on trying to track him down yourself.” The feline questions.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I want to track down some of his cronies, I think. I can’t just let it go.” Lois had a fire lit under her ass, now. She couldn’t let Thaddeus Ross and his ilk just get away with shooting into a crowd of civilians without chasing after the story herself. This was the reason the times had hired her. It was because she wasn’t afraid of men like Thaddeus Ross and his goons.

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hexaghoxtstcry:

Bucky shrugged, too. “A little like comparing apples and oranges, don’t you think?” he asked. “Last time I checked, Syria is a different ballpark.” Bucky raised an eyebrow as her eyes glazed over. “Sorry, are we done with this conversation?”

“I don’t know, they’re both full of people trying to grab power,” she replied. “One has bombs and the other has superheroes.” Lois was snapped out of her thoughts, but she didn’t appreciate how he spoke to her. “If you’re going to be rude, it’s better if you don’t say anything at all,” she replied. “I’m not forcing you to stay here and act like a dick.”

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daisy-quaking-johnson:

“You … you have lived here before right?” Daisy asked curiously. “Are you really all that surprised that things were crazy when you got back from  … wherever it was that you went?” To Daisy, it seemed like crazy things were happening all the time, and what happened wasn’t really crazy to her so much as it was an awful thing to happen. “A sign?” She asked curiously. If what happened was a sign of something, it couldn’t have been a good sign, but the woman explained herself and Daisy nodded. “Have you found out anything new about it?”

“No, actually,” she replied, a crooked smile on her features. “I was in Metropolis before, but I got a job offer from the New York Times.” Lois shrugged. “Sue me for thinking that I might have a more relaxing time when I cam home from a civil war,” she replied. Lois shook her head, biting in the inside of her cheek. “Nothing. That’s the strangest part. I haven’t been able to find anything on what happened, and that doesn’t sound right. The publicized narrative is all there is, but that narrative was started by the government, and even a cub reporter would know to never trust the official narrative.”

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decoptimism:

“ Well, long story,” he said as he continued to play with the straw. Luckily all the things he had faced had not left a single scratch and for what he knew, the only person with kryptonite in his power was Bruce, who was like an uncle to him and the boy knew he was out of danger as long as he had control of his powers. “ Yes, well, it was not important. You were also busy with your work,” and with other, more important topics. His mother had gone through something heavy and she managed everything by herself, so there was no way that he would add more pressure to the matter. Even Clark had not attended and Jon was sure that another fight was going to start when the man found out, but that could be put it aside. “ I’ve been offered scholarships in sports, but I’m clearly not going to accept them, glasses are useful to cheat when I’m doing normal activities, if I ever forget to control everything while playing a sport, everything comes down. They also offered me scholarships in photography and drawing, I found passion in that, being honest… But I do not think college is my thing.”

Lois tilted her head. “I have a lot of free time. I don’t know if you heard, but I’m going to be sticking around here for a little while,” she said with a warm smile on her features, leaning forward and listening to him. Her smile faltered slightly. “You’re way more important than my work, Jon,” she said softly. Now, Lois felt really guilty about leaving. She and Jon had never talked about what happened, but he took after his father, after all—he had to have figured it out. She didn’t want to live in that grief forever, however, even now, she felt empty. She felt like something had been ripped out of her. It was strange, considering she had faced loss before, but it was different this time. She had lost a part of herself. “What do you want to do instead?” she asked. Lois was fairly certain that she knew the answer—and she was fairly certain she wouldn’t be too happy about it.

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robinhonored:

                            maps snorted playfully, adjusting her backpack straps. “ if you thought new york was bad ya shoulda seen  GOTHAM  before. when guys like two face or killer croc were running around. ” bouncing toes slightly, maps peered over at the woman’s phone, just a little curious about what the big commotion was. “ i was there, when it all happened. well — kinda. ” maps stated after a moment, “ but i can’t really tell anyone i know cause i was supposed to be in my room. ”

“I was in Metropolis before this,” she replied. “Way different vibe.” Lois paused, leaning forward. “I can keep a secret if you can,” she replied with a crooked smile, winking once. “Was there anything that happened that seemed out of place? Anyone suspicious you saw before the shooting?”

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fallen-ww:

“I thought we were talking about me.” In truth Warren was appreciating the distraction and the company. Interviews were uncomfortable now to say the least and hearing  other countries were fucking up as much as they were was always reassuring. “You would have been safer in the war. America’s not what it used to be. Fun time to be a journalist.”

“All the best interviewers have a conversation with the interviewee. And don’t tell me that you’re not glad for a little break—I know my questions can be a lot.” Lois shrugged. “I wouldn’t trade it. There’s not a lot that I’m passionate about, but reporting is one of them.” She leaned back in her seat slightly, her arm outstretched in front of her so her hand could rest on the table between them. 

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hexaghoxtstcry:

“Because New York is known as a sleepy little hamlet?” Bucky asked, not looking up from the newspaper he had spread open in front of him. “A sign of what? I can’t think of this meaning anything except that the world is a shit show, but that’s always been true.”

“Sleepier than Damascus,” she pointed out. Lois shrugged. “A sign that I’m not done sticking my neck out for stories,” she said thoughtfully, chewing on her thumb nail. She was in a far away world already, lost in thought.

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ofboostergold:

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“Finally!” Michael can’t help but give the woman a dazzling smile, pushing himself up carefully in his seat. He’s finally been given clearance to move around by himself even if he can’t go far, so he’s happily settled in a seat in the cafeteria when Lois Lane of all people walks in. “You know, I’ve been wondering just how long it was going to take someone to come and talk about my daring heroics at the ball.”

Lois rolled her eyes. “In your dreams,” she replied, holding her cup of coffee in both hands as she walked over to him. “I’m only here for the day-old coffee, don’t you know?” Lois had actually been in the hospital to get an injury checked out—apparently, she had come home with the lovely little souvenir of shrapnel in her shoulder. She paused for a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since I left.”

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Lois didn’t have much fear, walking by herself at night, but maybe she should. After what she had seen overseas, however, after reporting while wearing a flak jacket, there wasn’t much that scared her anymore—not even the muggers who threatened her. She usually would have just given her stuff over without a fight, but there was sensitive information on the hard drive in her purse, and she wasn’t about to just give that up. She flicked her baton out and held it in front of her. “Do either of you really want to try me?” she asked, in a tone that told them she wasn’t kidding. They raised their hands in surrender and started to walk away. “That’s what I thought.”

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Lois had been in so many dangerous situations overseas that she was finding it difficult to stop being paranoid when she came back. Maybe that was a good thing—maybe she needed to be paranoid. Maybe she needed to be much more paranoid than she thought. Maybe things were worse here than they ever were overseas—just in another way. In any case, just sitting out on her own had gotten her spooked on its own, and when Gamora spoke, she jumped just about five feet in the air. Lois put a hand on her chest, chuckling to herself. “Sorry, I’m just—I’m a little on edge lately.”

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