Clark Kent was lying in his death bed with Lois Lane beside him.
After some silence, Lois said softly:
“Darling, I have to confess something. Years ago, I had an affair with Superman.”
Clark slowly turned his head, gave a faint smile, and whispered:
“Lois… I was Superman.”
Lois blinked, then leaned closer and whispered back:
“I know… but it wasn’t just once.”
Clark’s eyes went wide. “What do you mean?”
Lois shrugged. “There was also Batman. And once… The Flash. Honestly, that one was over so fast you’d barely call it an affair.”
Clark coughed, trying to sit up. “Lois! Why are you telling me this now? On my deathbed?”
Lois sighed dramatically. “Because, Clark… you deserve the truth. Besides, at least you don’t have to fight them anymore.”
Clark groaned, fell back onto the pillow, and muttered:
“Great Krypton… I think death might actually be easier than this conversation.”
