Ace Reporter Lane

My name is Lewis Lane. I am one of the top reporters at The Daily Planet, and I sort of have a thing for defending those guys who fly around and save us. { warri0rshq member}

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Maybe it was because he knew the man—or maybe it was because Lewis is undeniably good looking and had actually graced and blessed the television with his charmingly measured wit and candor—that he was easy to spot among the usual flow of the crowd within the Daily Planet. Though unlike newspaper headshots and set styled looks, exasperation was obvious enough that what little hello that spurred Zain on to walk up and planned on throwing onto him, his steps had turned even more certain as he made his way through what flow of people that were just rushing out to brave into the graying weather that was looming over the city. Figures. After all, what’s a simple weather forecast against one capable of clairvoyance? That with a smile and a smooth lift of a hand—a thud and a flap of blackness that opened up like a wide flower—Zain held up an umbrella over the both of them while he offered a greeting of a smile to the other.

“Well, this isn’t a Superman saves Mr. Lewis Lane kind of scenario,” Zain finally spoke as he nodded on to regard the other. “——— so I do hope this doesn’t fall into the worse day category.”

It was hard not to get swept up in the spell that Zain just naturally cast upon men. Hell, Lewis was one of them that sort of swooned a bit when they had met at an event he was working press for. He looked like he literally stepped off the cover of GQ, so how could any man with a pulse not swoon just a bit? After their first meeting, they had continued to run into each other over his friendship with her co-worker and friend Clark Kent. The world really was a small place if Smallville knew a Zatara. 

He had seen the captivating man upstairs before his lovely exit from Perry’s office. There was no way in hell he was about to sit there and speak while he was ready to rip apart things. As he stood there just grumbling to himself as the rain hit down in front of him, he saw a shadow looming over him. A small eye roll came about as he saw the other smiling. “haha, very funny, Zain.” He chirped out with a small smile curling on the edge of his lips. “I guess it makes this day a bit brighter.” He mumbled out turning to face him, and that was when that small smile fully formed. “Who knew you were such a gentleman?” He teased as he crossed his arms over his chest before reaching a hand out and poking the other’s firm chest. “Just so you know, I can save myself. I don’t always need Superman.” He kept poking for a moment before removing his hand. “So, are you supposed to be my knight with an umbrella?”

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elescarabajooazul:

Jaime really thought he was going to be cursed out by this stranger for bumping into him. That’s what usually, especially when they were holding something that they could drop, but instead he got a smile from the stranger. It confused him how the other decided to smile at him, but he wasn’t going to be rude to the man when he inconvenienced the other, so he offered a smile of his own as well. “I’m sorry that I just added myself to the list of people who have crashed into you. And uh…” Jaime lowered his gaze just a bit and began to rub the back of his head. “…this might sound stupid–Well, it is extremely stupid. But I got distracted by two pigeons who were fighting for a piece of what seemed to be a bagel. So you know, you can lay it on me about how dumb that is.”

There were many things Lewis usually would tell some stranger knocking into him, but he always did his best to keep his cool. It surprisingly wasn’t that hard since most things he did say to those strangers were complete sarcastic ramblings. Just when he was about to give one of those classic sarcasm filled zingers, he couldn’t help but smile at the younger man when he didn’t act like an ass right away.. “If it helps, you are probably the only one who didn’t automatically say something rude, and hey, you smiled. That makes you my favorite who’s bumped into me this week.” A laugh slipped out at the reasoning. It was kind of cute at how that was what distracted him. “I’ll give you that. It is really dumb, but that would also be something semi-interesting to watch.” He reached out and patted the guy’s shoulder. “And, at least, you weren’t some little ass hat being distracted by some app on his phone.” He teased light heartily. A stupid grin was still on his face as he released it. “I’m Lewis, and I’ve got five bucks on the smaller one.” He winked with a small stick out of his tongue.

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[ text : Lewis Lane ] : Well at least I hope the recipient deserves it. If it went to me though…. who were you sending it to that started with a B? [ text : Lewis Lane ] : I’m not…. [ text : Lewis Lane ] : That’s not my cup of tea

[text: Barry Allen]: Just an old friend. No one special, Barry.

[text: Barry Allen]: See, I don’t like sending them, but let’s just say this person was sort of worthy of it. 

[text: Barry Allen]: Oh come on, so you are telling me you’ve never met someone you would do that for?!

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[ text : Lewis Lane ] : Yeah, they’re gone, don’t worry about it [ text : Lewis Lane ] : Exactly why I’ve never sent them [ text : Lewis Lane ] : …also never really had anyone to send them to…

[text: Barry Allen]: Thank you so much!

[text: Barry Allen]: I usually don’t, but I’ve had a glass of two or wine, and was easily talked into it.

[text: Barry Allen]: Awe, I’m sorry. I’m sure any man would love to get them from you.

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Send “extremely casual” for my muse to answer the door while dressed only in their sleeping clothes.

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chibbylatinandnerdy:

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send  “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

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@fastcstalive

text: Barry Allen] Oh my god! I cannot believe I sent that to you!

[text: Barry Allen] thank you! That is so embarrassing! I knew I’d mess up when asked to send one of these!

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notamadman:

gotham knew what it was, the city always seemed to be gloomy and ready to rain with the dark, gray clouds that seemed to fill the skies. it was a dark city with a lot of evil beings that spawned from it and nobody tried to hide it behind some glamour the way metropolis did. their biggest evil wasn’t a mob boss or some clown, it was someone who ran in the same circles as bruce wayne. the notorious lex luthor. 

lewis was quick to go into reporter mode with his questions, even after taking a shot of vodka and clearly intoxicated in that moment. “i had to discuss the plans wayne enterprises has in metropolis” he said, bruce already had business in the shining city but it was thriving and he wanted to add to it. “wonderful” he said with a smile as the bar tender brought two more shots and bruce quickly downed the second shot. “do you wanna stay here or head somewhere a little more… cozy?”

There were plenty of powerful men who Lewis had run ins with. Some nice like Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne. Then there were men like Lex Luthor who made it bit harder for reporters like him to even get a full story. It was part of what kept this city interesting. Every time he got assigned to some story attached to the Luthor name, he knew he was in for a roller coaster of crazy conspiracies mixed with lies.

It was purely instinct when it came to asking questions. Hell, it was what made him such a good reporter. Even after a few drinks, he was still able to throw out those hard balls. “So, does that mean we will be seeing more of the ever handsome CEO?” That small flirtatious remark left his lips without even a second thought. In his current state, the whole thinking before speaking was weaker than normal. Seeing that smile grace that perfectly sculpted face, it made him grin. “Who could say no to an offer like that?” As soon as he picked up the shot glass, he heard the obvious innuendo. “We could stay here, but I think we might need somewhere a bit more cozy..” He winked as he tossed the last shot back.

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kryptonianveins:

Even though he was far too modest to ever say that he was one of the ‘top reporters’ at The Daily Planet, he knew that his articles tended to get more attention than most of the other reporters that published their stories. He simply got the assignments from Perry and did the best he could with them. He did the same thing when he happened to ‘stumble’ upon a story from time to time. He just put his all into his work and he figured that people simply responded in kind. “I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t ‘lose it’. He probably has some kind of contingency plan for if something like that were to happen.”  Knowing that man, that wouldn’t be too far off from the truth. 

“You do have a point there. I guess after working here for all this time, I’ve just gotten good at hiding things when I need to.” He didn’t like people going through his things or taking his things without his permission. People can’t do that if you never give them the chance to. He was working on his own story and he was already ready to go get personal accounts and information. “One donut is going to do anything. I’m just not hungry.” He said with a bit of a chuckle. “That’s what I’m about to go do, actually. These statements won’t get themselves.”

     When Lewis called himself a top reporter, it was because he had set a bar high. He always had high standards, and he wanted to stay at the top of his game. With every single story he got out that made front page, or every time he appeared on TV, he kept putting pressure on himself by calling himself one of the top reporters. It was a bad idea, but when growing up as a kid of a decorated army general, it was hard not to. Always told to be on his best behavior. Always aim to be the best. Always work so hard. It made him into this coffee fueled machine sitting at a desk. It was also what motivated him to chase down every story he could. “I mean probably, but I like to think we are the glue that keeps this place together.” He chuckled as he knew Clark was right.

   “When don’t I have a point?” Lewis pointed out as he typed away at some of the notes. A brow went up as he leaned back to look at his fellow reporter. “Oh really? Are you telling me boy scout Clark Kent hides things other than doughnuts?” It was hard not to get intrigued when the man said things. There always seemed to be an air of mystery surrounding it. Hearing him say more things about his favorite desert, he grabbed up his doughnut and took another bite. “Wait, you are going out to get statements?” He stopped typing immediately and turned his full attention to Clark. “Want some help? I mean you’re probably a bit rusty, and you know me always willing to help.” The raven haired man teased.

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winter-soldier-asset-bucky:

“It’s not fun,” he tried to smile, to lighten the mood a bit. His memory, or lack thereof, was something he had grown used to. Hating a brain like a sieve wasn’t going to change anything so he waited. The losses were most drastic at some times than others, days when he couldn’t even remember there should be memories. When they did come back, he felt like a train had knocked into his chest.

“Flowers.” He answered simply. “You show people you like them with flowers.” Even to his own ears, he sounded like a child trying to give advice to an adult. Still, he couldn’t think of another way to display affection. Arguing was never the answer and only resulted in the ending of relationships. Perhaps flowers weren’t appropriate for a boss… “Or a mug.” Gift giving was not his strong suit.

“Nice to meet you too.” He hoped he remembered this man tomorrow, more than just a sense of vague familiarity. “Is there food here?” he asked, looking around the lobby. He was unfamiliar with the structure of office buildings, office work not being a regular occurrence for him. “Thank you.”

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“I agree.” The raven haired reporter chirped out. Every part of him felt for the man, and his memory problem. It couldn’t be easy having to deal with that. It caused him to want to get Bucky’s mind off of the worry. Give him a time where he didn’t have to think. It was a weird response to it, but he always feared of something happening to his memory. That’s why he felt the need to help him out.

“Flowers?” He tilted his head thinking for a moment before a small sincere laugh slipped out. “That actually may be the best advice I’ve been given in a while.” Lewis admitted. “You know I might just do that, but I am now questioning all the men I’ve dated who never gave me flowers.” A small joke just to try and make the other laugh. It was sweet at how adorable he was with that advice. It was better than anything that he was coming up with. Mainly because most of his ideas were spilling a pot of coffee all over his boss’s desk. That was when he heard the second option. “Oh! A mug that might work better! He does like his coffee.”

“Like wise, James.” He nodded. A part of him would never forget the man already. “There’s a small diner down the block if you wouldn’t mind joining me?” He moved towards the door and nodded. “No problem. Now, let’s go get our grub on.”

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jaggedjacksonhyde:

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Jackson was definitely new to the whole superhero thing. Joining the Teen Titans was an exciting moment in his life but he didn’t realize that he would thrust into the limelight. He lived a very private life due to his mother and now that he was a popular face and people knew who he was and more importantly what he could do. He didn’t know how to feel about always having reporters in his face all of the time. One of the most common were Louis Lane. “No, Mr. Lane. There’s nothing much to say about me. I’m just a regular guy.” He turned around and saw that the other Titans had already walked off and he was by himself. “Great. I guess I do have time for your questions.”

There was no denying the fact that his next big story had to be about the hottest Titan on the scene. The kid was new, and he was already making noise through out the news community. Lewis knew he had to get the scoop before some other reporter like that Vale man from the Gotham Gazette got to him first. As soon as he saw a group of young adults standing around, his eyes locked onto his target. How was he to approach this? Just as he jogged over and tapped the man on the shoulder, he was already rebuffed yet again. “Look, Jackson, I am the one you want to tell your story. I’ll tell the true story.” He spat out with a giant smirk watching his friends take off. His arms crossed over his chest as Jackson turned back to him. “Yeah, thought so. Do you want to do this here? Maybe we could walk and talk? Or would you rather go somewhere a bit more....aquatic?” He chirped out teasingly.

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"You know, I think our last interview wasn't as thorough as it could of been. Perhaps we should have several other follow up interviews, in far greater detail."

“Do you now?” Lewis countered as he held the phone to his ear. A great, big grin just fixed itself so nicely on his lips. “I don’t see a problem with that. I mean I do need some good stories, and you are the perfect choice. Now, about those details, I tend to be very good at going into severe detail.”

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elescarabajooazul:

There’s never a dull moment around here, it sure wasn’t like home back in El Paso. Everyone always in a hurry to be going somewhere, and it seemed like they didn’t even breath since they were so preoccupied with they were heading too. But even though Jaime missed the simple life, there was always something happening, someone new to meet, whether it was on purpose or by accident, and being a superhero definitely helped in that department. However, being a teenager who isn’t looking where they are going also helps. “I’m so sorry,” Jaime said when he bumped into this raven-haired man. “I know, I know, I should be paying attention to where I am going.”

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Metropolis was a city that never slept. Even when it was quiet out in the dead of night, somewhere in the city something was going down. It made life for anyone a bit more electrified. That was one thing that kept Lewis on his toes. Never knew what was going to happen here. As the reporter hurried out to try and go get some actually decent coffee, he took a look around to see how busy the streets were. Luckily,it seemed a bit slower than normal, so he took off down the stairs. As soon as he hit the sidewalk, he felt someone knock into him. He stumbled for a moment before looking at the young man. His lips formed into a smile and shook his head. “Oh don’t worry about it. You’d be surprised how many times I get knocked into, but if you don’t mind me asking, what had you so distracted?”

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kryptonianveins:

“I’m sure Perry would approve a request for you if you put it in. He didn’t seem all that concerned with me being away for as long as I was.” He knew how hard Lewis worked and, while he respected his work ethic, he knew the benefits of taking a break as well. He wasn’t usually one to take vacations, especially with everything that’s constantly going on. However, he couldn’t be happier that he did. He felt refreshed and ready to take on the world once more both figuratively and literally. “You should do what I do. Keep the donuts you want for yourself in sandwich bags and hide them where only you know where they are.” He’d only had to get stolen fro one time to make sure it never happened again. “No, thank you. I already ate before I got here.”

Lewis nodded. Clark was right. Their boss would have probably approved it, but he couldn’t take that time off. He felt if he missed one story that he would be forgotten. It was a stupid thought, but he always feared he would be replaced before he knew it. “Probably, but could you imagine this place without both of us at the same time? Perry would have lost it.” He pointed out as he turned to log into his computer. Every person he met was always talking about how he never leaves work at the office. His own sibling was always telling him how was overworked and stressing out over nothing. Easy for them to say. 

He just shook his head trying  not to give it too much thought. He had to do his best, or he may actually give in and do something like take one. “See, this is what I missed with you gone. Who else would give me ideas on how to hide my delicious treats?” He chuckled lightly as he began pulling up different notes he had taken on his next story. “So, that would be a yes to the vacation bod thing.” He teased with a small tilt of the head and smirked. “Are you actually ready to get back to the mean streets of Metropolis, Smallville?”

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