Love and Heroes

Love and Heroes


Chloe Sullivan sighed as she watched her cousin Lois Lane exchange a kiss with her fiancé Richard White. She shook her head and turned to face her third cousin Jason White. Little five year-old Jason was the son of Lois and Richard. But Chloe could not help but feel that he did not resemble Richard in anyway at all, in fact he reminded her a lot of her best friend since high school, Clark Kent.

Jason was a male version of his mother. But it was his eyes that really made Chloe sit back and take notice. His eyes were a beautiful shade of bright deep blue. The only other being she had seen with such vibrant and unusually blue eyes, was her friend Clark.

Could Jason really be Clark’s son? Chloe mentally calculated the time between Clark leaving, Lois finding out she was pregnant and Jason being born. She frowned knowing it could be a possibility, after all Clark had told her everything when he had come to say goodbye to her before he left to search for any remains of his home planet, Krypton.

He had revealed all about his and Lois’s assignment to Niagara Falls. He had also explained to her how Lois had discovered his secret as Superman, which Chloe had known about since high school. He even informed her of how he had given up his powers briefly, but had to have them returned to him after Zod had escaped from where Clark had imprisoned him, back in Smallville when they had still been teens.

He had then finally revealed how he had suppressed Lois’s memories of their time at Niagara Falls and of her ever knowing of his alter ego. He had done this after he had seen how badly Lois had been dealing after everything was over and done with.

She had been terrified of accidentally outing Clark to someone. Plus she had hated the thought of having to share him with the rest of the world. Lois Lane had never been one to share what she believed to be hers and hers alone.

Chloe turned back to her computer screen at her desk at the Daily Planet. She was one of the best reporters besides Lois and previously Clark before he had departed almost five years ago.

Chloe scowled as she thought of the article that had won her cousin the ultimate award and honour any journalist in the prime of their game could ever hope to receive. ‘A Pulitzer’ She had written an article with the title “Why the World Doesn’t Need Superman”.

Chloe had blown her top and had raged at Lois, claiming her to be a bitter bitch that had been scorned. She and Lois had had a fierce argument and did not speak to each other for over a month afterwards. They were only made to call a truce when Perry had threatened to fire both female cousins. But still things between the cousins were not as they had been before Lois had written the now infamous article between the cousins.

Lois knew Chloe was still disgusted with her for winning an award for such an article. Lois also knew Chloe was not jealous over the fact she had won the award, considering Chloe had received the same award back in 2002 for her article written about the tragedy that was September the eleventh.

Chloe continued to type up her latest story. She paused as the picture on her desk caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. It was a solid silver framed picture of her two pride and joys, her little bundles of light in her life, her twin son and daughter, Lucia Amelia and Alfred Thomas Sullivan.

Her son was named after a dear friend and grandfatherly figure and her children’s grandfather, the father of their own father. Lucia meant light in French, and she was Chloe’s little ray of light. Amelia had been the first name of a girl she had gone to journalism school with and had befriended.

The father of her six, almost seven year old son and daughter had left almost seven years ago. She missed him desperately. He had been the love of her life, she realised what she felt for the father of her children was so much more then what she had felt for Clark back in high school. That compared to the feelings for her children’s father, had been a silly crush, mere child’s play.

She closed her eyes, trying to hold a bay the sudden sting of tears that filled them. She thought of how her son strongly resembled his father and her daughter possessed her father’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

It was sometimes physically painful to look at Alfred and see his father, or look into Lucia’s eyes and seem like she was gazing into the eyes of the man she loved with her whole being.

She thought back on the time she had met their father and had fallen in love with him. She thought of all the times she and he had spent together. They were some of the most precious and much cherished memories Chloe had.

She had been sent on a year long assignment to Gotham City to investigate a corrupted law firm. She had met Bruce Wayne whilst visiting a source that had been attending Princeton when Bruce had been. They had immediately clicked, and Bruce had invited Chloe out on many dates.

This had continued on for six months straight. It wasn’t until the seventh month when Bruce had returned to Wayne Manor in order to be at the trial of the murderer of his parents, who was attempting to seek parole.

The last time she had seen or heard from him was before the trial. Later on she had spoken to Rachel, the childhood friend of Bruce. She had learned that Bruce had had a gun and had planned to use it to get revenge upon the man who had murdered his parents.

Rachel had told Chloe that she had taken Bruce into the Narrows and had then struck Bruce across the face twice after she had seen the gun. She had then said something she had regretted afterwards. Down in the Narrows had been the last time Rachel had confirmed she had last seen or heard from her childhood friend.

Six weeks after Bruce had disappeared, Chloe discovered she was pregnant. She had known who the father was without a doubt. She had sobbed as she dealt with the fact the father of her children was missing and very well could be dead. It wouldn’t have surprised her when you considered the fact the last time he was seen or heard from was down in the Narrows.

Usually when someone went missing down in the narrows, they were found days or weeks later floating at the bottom of Gotham City River, or found dead in a gutter where they had viciously been beaten up and raped.

Chloe swallowed a painful lump in the back of her throat as she came to the conclusion that if Bruce did not turn up soon, then he would soon be officially declared dead. The very thought chilled Chloe’s blood to the very core. She felt sick and terrified of the mere concept and thought, never mind the fact it could well and truly be reality.

She stood up and made her way towards to the elevator. She needed some air; the best place she figured was the roof of the Daily Planet. She knew no one would disturb her up there, especially since a certain flying red caped super hero had left five years ago, which was exactly how she wanted it.