Write a scenario where Lois starts to hear a commotion in the backroom. Lor and Jon were in a room fighting. Lor previously bolted into Jon, bringing him towards the wall. Many picture frames fell off the wall, crashing down. Not only that, there was now a hole in the wall.
Was it a mistake to have left her two kids unsupervised in the living room while she finished up a draft to Perry? Lois personally didn’t think so. Sure, Lor was still… 𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏 𝘈𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘌𝘋𝘎𝘌𝘚, but he had made massive progress in understanding what was Right & Wrong. He was responsible enough, as was Jon. And she 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 Lor. That went a long way to assuring a child he did belong in their home. Their 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎.
The ＣＲＡＳＨ! sent her running from the kitchen, gripped with terror that a villain had somehow figured out Clark’s identity and was attempting to abduct them–
Only no evildoer was present – thank fucking god – just a very nasty spat.
Anyone else might’ve hesitated throwing oneself in the middle of a physical altercation involving superpowered individuals. 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙸𝚂. Her safety was always, always secondary to that of her children’s. And she knew they would 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 hurt her intentionally. ( How could she be afraid of her own sons? The idea was inconceivable to her. They were 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 at heart, there was no doubt of it. )
Without a second thought, she planted herself between the boys glaring red-shot eyes at the other, ready for a heat vision face-off if not for her presence. Raising her palms up to each of them, she barked firmly, “𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙐𝙏, both of you. This isn’t how your father and I raised you.”
