Title: No More Doubts
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Homophobic Slurs
Fandom: Superman & Lois
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Tags: Established Relationship
Summary: Clark was all in on this. No more doubts. Lois, on the other hand, had a single one.
Word Count: 2,273
Beta: Grammarly



No more doubts was easier to say than it was to feel. Clark had talked everything to death with both sets of his parents. His father had been more about keeping the secret even from Lois, while his dad and moms were more about him doing what was best for him personally and emotionally.

Of course, there were a lot of things about the whole dating Lois that had come with a lot of stress, like the worry about her doing something stupid. It was why she had an ELT, even though she didn't know she was dating Superman.

"Clark, do you have something to tell me?" Lois asked as she sat down on the couch with her glass of wine.

Clark wondered how she had figured it out. He had tried so hard to make sure that she never would.

"Funny you should say that." Clark reached out for his glass of wine but found that Lois had just had her glass.

"I never thought that you were one to cheat."

It was like Lois was speaking another language. He tried to figure out how Lois thought h was cheating on her. He was never seen with another person nearly as much as he was seen with her. They had been dating for six months since Clark moved from Gotham to Metropolis. Of course, Bruce found everything about him dating a reporter and her not catching on hilarious. No one thought that he and Burce were dating, did they? There had been a few rumors of that, but Clark hadn't seen Bruce in person in months. He had seen Batman, but it was only when they worked.

Lois tossed a picture down on the couch cushion between them. It was Clark coming out of a closet and fixing his tie, his coat draped over his arm. The next image was one of Superman landing on the roof.

It looked like Lois had kind of figured it out, but instead of going from A to B, she had gone from A to Apples.

Clark couldn't help but laugh. He could see the smudge on his shirt in the picture, the one from where he hadn't been carefully trying to get changed in time to make the lunch date.

"Lois, that was the coal mine collapse in West Virginia, remember?"

"Yes."

"And what is that on my shirt?"

"It looks like coal dust like you were touched by Superman."

"Or I changed out of my suit and got it on my clothes."

Clark let that sink in before he snagged Lois's letter opener on her coffee table. It was a dangerous thing that Clark knew her father had bought for her. A weapon that most would overlook. He dragged it across his palm. His skin pressed in, but there was no blood; there wasn't even a red mark. His skin was still just as pale as it had been before he had done it.

Lois grabbed his hand, and she pressed into it. There was no red mark from her nail.

"You are Superman?"

"I am Superman. I am not cheating on you with Superman. I have heard others talk about rumors where you are just dating me as you are waiting on Superman to notice you and ask you out."

"I hate those idiots. I...love you."

"I remember the interview you had with Superman where you were talking to your friend about that. I waited for you to be ready to tell me, and I worked up the courage to tell you my darkest secret. Outside of things I cannot talk about, given the whole Justice League thing like other identities, I promise you that I am not keeping anything bigger."

"I would never ask that. Now it makes sense why you are the reporter that the Justice League goes to. We figured that when you moved from Gotham that things would change, but now...it's so easy to see now."

"It is."

"Why now?"

"I have no more doubts about us. It's not just knowing that you love me. It's that I trust that you can handle all of me. I trust that you can be the partner I need in all of this. A place where I can be Clark over Superman."

"And the Clark we see at the Daily Planet?"

"Sometimes a little more Clark than I really am, enough that no one thinks that Clark and Superman are the same person at all. I do get nervous, and I do drop things, but usually, I can catch them."

Lois just stared at him, taking it all in. Clark was going to let her have her time to get her head around it, not just that Clark wasn't cheating on her with Superman but that Clark and Superman were the same.

"My mother offered to talk to you."

"Oh, my God, Clark!" Lois leaned over, and she slapped his arm. "Mother, Mom."

"yes."

"I've seen you with the Kents. It's Dad and Mom. Then there is sometimes you say mother and father."

"My Kryptonian parents."

"They are alive?"

"No. Krypton was advanced, but even they couldn't stop the destruction of their planet. They made versions of themselves that were sent in the ship I was in so that I could have both of my parents to help me. It's the sun, as I've said to you before. The sun would do this for anyone who was born of Kryptonian parents or at least one Kryptonian parent."

"So if you and I had kids?"

"Unsure. My father is sure it'll not carry over, but my mother is optimistic about it. I don't care about either direction. I wasn't even sure if I would ever want children. If they never happened, I wouldn't be upset. I'm not even sure that I could procreate with a human."

"You don't mind the trying aspect of it."

"No, that part is fun," Clark said. He got up and headed to the kitchen, finding the wine glass for him laid out but no wine. The wine is in the tub of ice, so he got himself some since it was obvious that Lois hadn't given him any because she thought he was cheating on her.

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It would take a little while for Clark to get used to this. He didn't have to hide around her, but he also needed to make sure in public that he didn't mess up around her. Superman needed to not kiss Lois Lane.

Clark picked up the sheets he had printed and looked at where Steven from the sports desk was looking at him like he had done something wrong. Clark looked behind to make sure that the man wasn't glaring at someone else.

No, Steven was full-on glaring at him.

"Can I help you?" Clark asked. He rattled the papers a little like the act of Steven looking at him was scaring him.

"You need to stop it."

"Printing papers? I need them for Perry."

Steven stood up from where he had sat on the edge of someone else's desk. "No. You need to stop stringing Lois along. Quit making her your beard."

Clark rubbed at the stubble on his face. He was trying to figure out what his beard had to do with it until he realized that the man wasn't talking about his actual beard.

"Break up with her," Steven said.

"That's up to Lois to decide."

"I'll tell her you are a fag and using her to hide behind. Just tell the world you love bending over for Superman's cock."

"Ah, Lois knows I'm bisexual and knows I am not cheating on her with Superman."

"Then why did you come out of the closet the other day with your shirt untucked?"

"I spilled something on it, and I thought I got it all in the bathroom but didn't, so I slipped in there to change shirts instead of going back to the bathroom. Not that it's any of your business."

"Liar."

"Everyone here will tell you I suck at lying, and Lois believes me. She asked me about it, and I made sure she knew. You had your chance, Steven, and you blew it by acting like an asshole on the date. You lost your chance because you are not someone Lois would ever want to date. Me breaking up with her wouldn't mean she would give you the time of day."

"I have no clue what anyone sees in you. You are nothing but a whimper who can't please a woman. it's why you have to get fucked by men." Steven shoved at Clark, and he let it shove him back. Steve didn't seem to like how he reacted because the next thing that happened was he took a swing at him. Clark couldn't allow that to connect, so he caught the man's fist.

"What the hell?" Steven said.

"What if I stopped it or that I'm strong enough? You know I still help my parents on their farm on the weekends, right? It takes muscle to take care of a farm. Also, if you had looked at me at all, you know that I did celebrity boxing in Gotham with Bruce Wayne. I know my way around throwing fisticuffs with people."

"Steven, my office!" Perry yelled.

"If I get fired," Steven started to hiss at Clark.

"It's your own fault for throwing a punch in the bullpen," Lois said as she came up behind Clark. "And for your information, that kind of macho bullshit is why I never went on more dates with you. You talked over me all evening and mansplained more than anything else. Clark at least treats me with respect and doesn't talk over me."

"Because he's a pussy."

"At least he gets pussy," another woman yelled.

Clark didn't want to be there right now. He didn't like to talk about sexual things in public. Even the first discussion with Lois about sex had been in Clark's townhouse.

"Why are people like this?" Clark asked.

"It's not like everyone didn't hear that whole thing. It's why I came here, several people ran to get me, and Perry was made aware, but he was on a call he couldn't get off. Just take a few deep breaths. You didn't approach him, he approached you, and he was angry all over this whole thing of you dating Superman. Or screwing his brains out in the closet at work. As if Superman would do anything like that." Lois sounded pissed off, and when she was pissed off, she was a sight to see.

If there was a time that Clark wanted to take her to a closet and muss her up, it was when she was pissed, as long as she wasn't pissed at him.

It was best when she was pissed at a story they were working on. The sex was great when he was working up, but he liked the rest of it as well, the soft and gentle stuff that they got up to.

Honestly, sex with Lois was the best sex he had ever had. He didn't care that it was something he did because the woman wanted it. Felt good, but afterward, there was nothing that felt like it was something he wanted again.

Clark had honestly thought something was wrong with him until he had gone to bed for the first time with Lois.

"No doubts, right?" Lois asked.

"Yes," Clark said. He pulled Lois close to wait for Perry to call them into his office. There was no need to worry. Clark knew he hadn't done anything wrong other than not walking away. Of course, if Clark had done that, he might have been cracked over the head. It would have been hard to hide what had happened when Steven broke his hand and Clark was fine.

It was one of the biggest worries and why Clark didn't tend to be confrontational. He found that he needed to be a little tough in some cases, and this was one of them.

"Lane, get him out of here so that he doesn't end up killing Steven. If he wants to press charges for attempted assault or battery, I'll get the cameras!" Perry yelled from his office.

Clark looked at Lois to see she was smiling.

"Perry's a softie," Lois said.

"No, he just hates that kind of drama in the office, and he really hates the violence of it." Clark didn't fight it when Lois pulled him after her toward the elevator.

"We had a date planned tonight, and I still want it. Are you sure going to New York for dinner is a good idea? What if someone sees us?" Lois asked.

"One of these days, I'll take you overseas for dinner as well. Well, it'll be dinner there but breakfast or lunch for us. If we could have gotten lunch off instead of having to work, I would have taken you to Rome, where I ate at once. It was the best food I've ever eaten."

"I have no clue how I missed this side of you." Lois waited for the elevator doors to close before she turned to him. "You let a few things slip here and there. Things that Clark from Smallville, Kansas, who went to college in Gotham, would never know. I feel like I need my journalist credentials taken from me sometimes."

"Never." Clark pressed the button to stop the elevator and backed Lois into the wall. He kissed her deeply, showing her how few doubts he had about them.

The End