Oh I know what you expected, Mr. Shephard. You expected to find a press corps too lazy to get their own facts, and too complacent to let such a photogenic, feel-good story go. You expected accomplices, not reporters. You expected we’d all be bought by a winning smile and a free buffet.
I have been called many things, Mister Shephard. But never a cheap date.
~Lois Lane, Action Comics #828
I freaking love you, Lois.
I started reading that and didn’t recognize that I’d WRITTEN the darn thing for a few seconds, but yeah, this is Lois, to me. Lois, Lois, Lois. Write her as a wimp, a loudmouth, a weakling, or a sell-out, and you are my enemy forever.
It’s LOIS LANE. She kicked ass before people knew women COULD kick ass. She was always the smartest, toughest, bravest and most successful reporter at the Planet in her early years…it wasn’t until later that they had to frowsy her up.
The Lois I have in my head is scary. Smart, compassionate, all that stuff. But you try to keep a bad secret from her and she will hunt you down while Batman is still putting on his tights.
Also, Superman has always been about freedom of the press, to me. That context is all over the book and we have drifted away from that. Clark and Lois are oldschool reporters, they don’t care about demographics and they don’t care about hate mail.
I KIND OF ADORE THEM.