Worlds Apart (Supes short story)

Worlds Apart

Written By SteeleBlazer

Lois and Superman were enjoying an average day at the Fortress of Solitude. Superman, in a rare moment of rest, was simply savoring the quiet, while Lois felt content just being near the man she loved. She looked at him, marveling at what a man he was—every inch worthy of the name and title of Superman. She relished these moments, honored to share whatever time he could spare, though a quiet sigh escaped her for want of something…more. Just what “more” was, she couldn’t say, nor did she have time to dwell on it, as the Fortress of Solitude’s silence was shattered by the beeping of an alert. Superman turned to the console, frowning as a face appeared on the monitor—his own face, but…different. Lois tilted her head, studying the image.

“You expecting a call?” she asked, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Superman chuckled. “Not quite. It’s an inter-dimensional message,” he explained, his curiosity piqued. “Quantum entanglement. This console is connected to similar consoles across other dimensions—if they’re equipped with the right tech.”

Lois raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “As if this world wasn’t enough for you to deal with, now you’ve got to save others?”

On the monitor, Superman’s face looked back at them, but something about it felt strange and a bit alien—besides, of course, Superman’s alien genetics. He looked both familiar and odd at the same time, and Lois couldn’t quite place what was off. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but the familiar sharpness was missing. His eyes lacked that unbreakable confidence she was used to.

“Superman, good I finally reached you,” the other Superman began, his voice just slightly lacking the power hers had. “We need your help. My world’s in danger, and we can’t handle the threat alone.”

Superman leaned in, studying the image on the monitor. “Open your quantum receiver,” he instructed, “and I’ll set up the quantum tunnel. I’ll be right there.”

Lois stepped in, placing a firm hand on his arm. “Hold on… Superman, we’ll be right there,” she corrected, slipping her notebook into her bag with a determined grin. “This is a story I have to cover firsthand.”

Superman glanced at her, a hint of concern in his eyes. “Lois, it could be dangerous.”

She smirked, unfazed. “Since when has that ever stopped me from covering a story?”

Not having the time—or desire—to argue, and knowing better than to try, Superman simply nodded. He knew that once Lois Lane set her mind to something, she was going to get it, no matter what it may be.

They stepped through the portal and emerged in a fortress that looked almost identical to theirs—almost. Still, there was something off about this world, something Lois couldn’t quite put her finger on…until she saw him, sticking out like a sore thumb. Waiting for them was the Superman from the monitor, but up close, Lois’s expression shifted from surprise to complete shock. There was nothing “super” about him; he looked more like an overgrown kid wearing pajamas. He was…ordinary. Soft around the edges, with a slight gut instead of the chiseled abs she was accustomed to. His arms were thin and spindly, his figure dumpy—hardly befitting a superhero, let alone a Superman.

Lois smirked as she noticed she was taller than him, even without considering her heels. But when she glanced down and saw his heeled boots, a strange surprising thrill rushed through her. She tried to stay polite and hold back her laughter as she looked upon this surprisingly un-super, underwhelming Superman, then cast a smirk at her own Superman.

Her Superman had a grin as well, that typical cocksure smile of his as he stepped forward and extended his hand in greeting. Lois watched as the two Supermen shook hands. A grimace rose on the other Superman’s face, and she could have sworn she heard a slight crunching sound as he seemed to wilt slightly, struggling to match the grip only to flinch under the pressure and strength of it. She couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips as her Superman effortlessly asserted his natural dominance.

“So,” Superman said, keeping his tone polite, “what’s the big emergency?”

Before the other Superman could respond, another voice cut through the fortress—a voice Lois recognized instantly, though she hadn’t spoken. She turned, her heart skipping a beat at the sight.

If Lois thought this world’s Superman was underwhelming, what she saw next was the most overwhelming, surprising, and amazing sight she’d ever seen in her life. All the super wonders and even Superman—her Superman—paled before what she saw. Standing there, larger than life—and also Superman—was another Lois Lane, but not just any Lois. This Lois was taller, broader, and muscular in a way that was beyond anything Lois had ever seen. She was clad in a super-suit almost identical to Superman’s, though the material seemed stretched tight over muscles that bulged with power, her form chiseled and unyielding. Her bare legs were sculpted pillars, and her arms were thick, veins running like rivers across her biceps, flexing with each movement.

The superpowered Lois glanced at Superman, then at Lois, her gaze sharp and assessing. She turned to Superman and nodded. “We were hoping…don’t take this the wrong way…for your world’s Lois to be superpowered, like me.”

Superman straightened, keeping his composure. “I think you’ll find I’m more than capable.”

A knowing smile crossed Super Lois’s face. “Perhaps. But I find most problems require a woman’s touch.”

The towering, muscular Lois extended her hand to Superman, her forearm thick with steely sinew, muscles swelling as she gripped his hand with an undeniable air of charm, charisma, and confidence. She wore that same cocksure smile Lois had so often seen on her own Superman—only as he took her hand, he wouldn’t be smiling his smile much longer.

Lois watched, her eyes widening as their hands locked, both of their forearms flexing, sinews tightening under the pressure of the grip. Her Superman—the towering figure she had always looked up to—was now being towered over by this mysterious, muscular, otherworldly Lois Lane.

And then, Lois saw the impossible: her Man of Steel, starting to bend under the pressure. A faint creak came from his supposedly invulnerable bones and joints, and a small grimace began to crack across his face, like a chink in his once-impenetrable armor.

Slowly, her Superman’s knees began to buckle. He gasped, shock flashing in his eyes as he dropped down onto one knee, overpowered by her relentless grip. Lois could only stare, wide-eyed and unable to hide her amazement at what she was witnessing.

“Sorry,” the superpowered Lois said, her voice unapologetic. “Sometimes I forget my own strength.”

Her world’s Superman nodded, resigned. “She…does that a lot.”

Lois’s heart raced, a thrill shooting through her as she watched the powerful Lois release her Superman, who was visibly rattled but attempting to maintain his dignity. This Lois embodied everything she had never even dreamed possible, power radiating from her every movement.

“What’s the threat?” Superman—her Superman, not the schlubby, remarkably unremarkable, not-so-super Superman—managed to say, his voice a bit shaky as he got to his feet and tried to recompose himself. But there was something off about his stature and posture… And for the first time, he—much like this world’s Superman—didn’t seem quite as super. At least, not when standing next to that superpowered Super Lois. And once again, Lois felt herself both lacking and wanting, and she was beginning to understand why.

The towering Lois explained that a massive asteroid was headed toward Earth—an asteroid large enough to destroy the planet. Despite her strength, it was beyond what she and her Superman could handle alone. Lois felt her pulse quicken as she took in this version of herself—this Lois who was more powerful than both Supermen combined. She couldn’t believe this was her…or could be her…or more accurately, was another universe’s version of her. She was everything Lois had ever wanted, but had never dared to dream could actually be possible, wrapped up in massive, mighty female muscles, complete with the most perfect—and perfectly fitting—superhero super-suit on that perfect superhero physique of hers.

The super-muscular Super Lois finished detailing the plan with a voice that carried absolute authority. She paused, then looked at them with a steady, confident gaze. “That’s the plan… If we stick to it, we should just barely be able to pull this off. I only wish your world’s Lois was super. This would be…super easy if she were super like me.”

Super Lois’s eyes drifted to her world’s Superman, sizing him up with an expression that barely hid her doubts. Then, she turned her gaze on Lois, giving her a once-over that felt more like a dismissal. Lois’s cheeks flushed; she’d never felt more useless and embarrassed. It’s not my fault, she thought, defensively. I don’t have superpowers. Some ladies have all the luck… And some men, too, she added, glancing between the two Supermen. Yet next to this super-muscular Super Lois, she was beginning to think other names might be more appropriate.

But there was no time to dwell on it. She managed a quick, “Good luck,” and the words had barely left her mouth when the three heroes took off, leaving her standing in their dust, caught in a gust of super speed.

Lois stood there a moment longer, brushing herself off with a huff. She had always watched from the sidelines—left in the literal and metaphorical dust while the heroes flew off to save the day, while all she could do was report on it... It was her role, her job. She was the best at it. Still, there were times, like now, when the ache of wanting welled up. Not that she knew what she wanted, exactly—maybe just a way to be in the action, rather than recounting it. She shrugged off the feeling, her journalistic instinct kicking in as she felt perhaps there was a bigger story here, than what meets the eye. Whatever she found out today could be very big news indeed.

The three heroes launched from Earth, zipping into the star-dotted void, their red and blue trails streaking through the dark expanse. Superman felt the familiar rush of power as he soared into space, the fate of a world at stake. To his left, the other Superman—skinny, with thin arms and a slight belly—was already lagging, his face strained with effort as he struggled to keep pace. Superman allowed himself a smug grin. He glanced over, confident that he could show this alternate version what the real Man of Steel was capable of.

But then, on his right, he noticed Lois was already starting to pull ahead, gliding with ease. She looked back at him, her eyes glinting with that spark of confidence, a sly smile curling her lips.

“Try to keep up, big guy,” she called, her voice laced with playful challenge.

Superman scowled, not liking the way she looked at him, that knowing, almost teasing smile. True to her word, he could already make out the asteroid in the distance, and Lois was pulling even further ahead, her confidence never faltering. With a surge of determination, he summoned every ounce of his strength, pushing himself to the limit, trying to close the distance. But the harder he tried, the further she seemed to pull away, her pace only increasing, leaving him struggling to keep up.

When they finally reached the asteroid—a massive, jagged hulk of rock and ice tumbling through the void—the three of them lined up shoulder to shoulder, bracing for the monumental task of altering its course. Superman set his stance, every muscle tensing as he prepared himself, ready to prove his strength.

At his signal, he and the other Superman lunged forward, pressing their hands against the asteroid’s surface, faces taut with concentrated effort. Superman gritted his teeth, feeling the familiar burn as he pushed with everything he had. The other Superman was red-faced, sweating, his thin arms trembling as he strained with every ounce of strength he could muster.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Superman noticed something startling. Super Lois hadn’t even started pushing. She stood back, one eyebrow raised, her hands resting lightly on the rock as she observed their efforts with a faint, amused smile. Determined to show her why they called him Superman, he renewed his efforts, redoubling his strength, then redoubling it again, giving it everything he had. Yet the asteroid still wouldn’t budge. This truly was a massive asteroid, far larger than anything he’d ever attempted to lift or push. Once, he’d even moved an entire planet the size of Earth into a more agreeable orbit, and that planet had been far more cooperative and agreeable than this immense, dense rock—easily twice the size of Earth and many, many times more massive… And despite not only his best efforts but all his vast superpowers and super-strength, along with the combined effort of the other Superman—even if he wasn’t actually quite so super—the asteroid still didn’t budge. And strange as it was for him to do so, he couldn’t help but look over to this world’s Lois Lane—this Super Lois—knowing he needed her help.

Then, with a slight nod, Lois finally placed her hands firmly on the asteroid and began to push. The massive rock shuddered under her touch, and Superman felt the unmistakable shift as she took control. The weight seemed to lift from his own hands, as though the burden was being carried by her alone. Lois didn’t just push—she commanded the rock, her muscles rippling with raw power as she drove it off course, making it look effortless.

In that instant, Superman felt his hands slip from the asteroid, realizing that his strength had become almost irrelevant. He, the hero accustomed to carrying the weight of the world, found himself merely an observer as the task was taken out of his hands—and the other Superman’s, too.

As the asteroid veered safely away from Earth’s path, Superman watched Lois with a mixture of admiration and a strange, unsettling awe. He reminded himself that he was there to help—even as he questioned just how much help he’d actually been. Surely, his presence made some difference; after all, why else would she have asked him?

With the asteroid safely diverted, they turned and began their flight back to the fortress.

Superman flew back alongside the others, holding his head high, reassured that, in some small way, he had helped save the world once again. Yet, nagging at his pride was the memory of how easily Super Lois had done it, how her strength had made his efforts seem almost trivial. He clenched his jaw, reminding himself that at least no one else would know just how minor his contribution had truly been. After all, it wasn’t befitting a man of his stature to appear anything less than the hero.

Still, despite the victory, the whole affair left him feeling a little… belittled. He tried to shake the thought from his head. When they arrived back at the Fortress, he’d simply play the part of the hero, as he always did. Lois loved him in that role, loved seeing him as the hero. She was just crazy about him and all his superpowers. He’d be sure to give her a great story, even if he might stretch the truth and make his own efforts seem larger than they really were.

Back in the Fortress, Lois waited eagerly, her face lighting up as the towering Super Lois arrived first, landing with effortless grace. She greeted her with a broad smile, almost as broad as Super Lois’s muscular shoulders, the excitement clearly evident in her eyes, certain the mission had gone exactly as planned. A few seconds later, her Superman appeared, just a little winded, though trying to hide it, but Lois knew her Superman better than he even knew himself, and she could tell he’d really exerted himself—not just from the faint sheen of perspiration on his brow, but by his slightly hunched-over posture. It wasn’t as super strict and upright, as super imposing as it normally was, but then again, next to this world’s Super Lois, he just wasn’t so super looking either... Then, a few moments after that, the other Superman finally caught up, stumbling into the Fortress, completely gassed, hunched over with his hands on his knees, panting as he fought to catch his breath.

Lois held back a chuckle, glancing between them with satisfaction. She knew this story would be huge—the kind of scoop journalists could only dream of. But more than that, she had discovered something during this mission, something that went beyond any headline. She couldn’t wait to tell—or rather, show—Superman just what she’d uncovered. She thought, He’ll be so surprised…

With the mission complete, it was time to say their goodbyes. Superman extended his hand to the other Superman, who took it without hesitation. But as soon as their palms met, the other Superman’s face twisted, his lips parting in a barely suppressed whimper as Superman’s grip tightened. His hand trembled ever so slightly as he tried to pull it back, but Superman held firm for a second longer, watching the other Superman’s discomfort with a quiet satisfaction. The faint sound of his rival’s strained groan made Superman’s smirk widen, his confidence fully intact.

He really was pathetic, Lois thought to herself, unable to help the grin spreading across her face.

Then, Super Lois stepped forward, her towering figure casting a shadow as she extended her hand to Superman. He remembered their previous handshake, but he was determined to prove himself now, to show this otherworldly Lois the true might of a Superman. With that cocksure smile, he took her hand, prepared not just to meet her grip, but to surpass it.

But those mighty female muscles of the Super Lois proved mightier indeed.

Her hand closed around his with a crushing strength, far beyond anything he’d anticipated. The pressure surged up his arm, steady and overwhelming, and before he could even brace himself, tiny fractures appeared around his feet on the crystalline floor, cracks spreading outward with every heartbeat, much like the faint sounds coming from his own knuckles and joints as they strained under her relentless hold.

Superman gritted his teeth, his confidence wavering as he tried to stand firm. But her grip only tightened, her hand an unyielding force that bore down on him, inch by inch. He could feel himself weakening, his stance breaking, and with a final, decisive squeeze, his body buckled. His knee hit the floor first with a heavy thud, creating a small crater beneath him, but she didn’t stop. Her grip held him fast, her calm expression betraying no effort as she looked down at him.

Desperately, he tried to regain his footing, but the pressure was too much. His second knee gave way, crashing down beside the first, deepening the crater in the floor. Superman’s breath caught as he looked up, finding himself both stunned and humbled, his smile now a distant memory. Her might had brought him fully down, his unbreakable resolve shattered under her strength.

“Great Scott!” he gasped, his eyes wide.

Super Lois released his hand and flashed him a smug smile. “Sorry,” she said with a shrug. “I guess I don’t know my own strength…”

Lois couldn’t resist the opportunity. “I think he knows it now,” she quipped, grinning as she exchanged a look with her counterpart. Both women laughed, and Superman found himself more than a little shaken. It was strange, not just hearing Lois laugh at him, but two of them. And strange, too, to be so thoroughly overpowered by her… superpowers or not.

It was belittling in every sense, especially in front of his own Lois, but nothing felt quite as belittling as hearing their twin laughter echo through the fortress. Still, he managed to put on a brave face, rising up and dusting himself off as if to recover a shred of his former pride. He comforted himself with the thought that, soon enough, he’d be back in his own world—where everything would be back to normal, as it should be.

But Lois’s gaze lingered on him, her expression shifting as she took in just how much he’d been diminished…Even if only in her own eyes.

And once more, Lois thought to herself how pathetic Superman seemed, which one—it truly didn’t matter—at least when compared to Super Lois. She stepped forward, offering a handshake to this world’s Superman. His face twitched, and he seemed to tremble a bit under her grasp. The sight sent an unexpected thrill through her, and she couldn't help but grin at the contrast. Then she turned to Super Lois, unable to resist giving her a great big hug. Her arms couldn’t fully wrap around the other Lois’s powerful frame, but the feel of those steely muscles and sheer strength left her heart racing. That thrill grew as she took in just how real, how powerful, her other self was.

Superman shot a sidelong glance at Lois, visibly uncomfortable with the attention she was lavishing on her counterpart, though he tried to hide it. He puffed out his chest, trying to stand tall and look every bit the hero, the Superman he prided himself on being, but he felt smaller, deflated somehow. He couldn’t wait to leave this strange world behind.

As they turned to leave, the superpowered Lois placed a hand on Lois’s shoulder, stopping her briefly. She looked her over, smiling with a quiet admiration, and both Lois’s exchanged a knowing glance—a shared understanding that needed no words.

“Good luck,” Super Lois said softly, her gaze steady.

Lois smiled back, her heart pounding with excitement. “Thanks.”

The towering Lois winked, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Lois returned the wink, her heart thundering. She had never felt more exhilarated in her life.

Back in their own Fortress, Superman laughed, almost as if he was trying to laugh off what just had happened, shaking his head as well as if trying to shake off the whole experience. “That was…something.  What a strange world!”

“And just what’s so strange about it?” Lois asked him.

“A superpowered Lois Lane? That’s certainly strange don’t you think,” Superman said while chuckling.

“Why should that be strange?” Lois asked, while she stood up proud straightening her posture, and crossing her arms with a wry smile. “And she was more ‘super’ than her Superman.”

Superman grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that guy was a bit of a super wimp.”

Lois’s smile turned mischievous. “And yet…she was also more super than you.”

Superman blinked, the grin slipping from his face. “I wouldn’t say that…”

Lois raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with a mischief. “Oh, I would. And I will—in my article.”

Superman’s face twisted in confusion. “Why would you write that? No one would believe it. No one could believe a woman could be more super than me.”

Lois tilted her head, and that smug grin of hers spread across her lips, growing wider by the second as she slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out a small, science fiction-y looking do-dad gizmo. “Maybe not,” she replied, her voice laced with intrigue. “But maybe I’ll just have to show them.”

Before Superman could react, she pressed a button, and an electric surge pulsed through the air. Superman’s eyes widened as he felt himself begin to shrink, his muscles deflating, his power seeping into Lois as she grew taller, broader, and stronger. Her muscles swelled, expanding as the energy transferred, her clothes stretching tighter and straining against the seams to accommodate her new, powerful form. Her legs grew thick, her arms rippling with muscle, her shoulders broadening as raw strength surged through her veins.

As powerful as he was, and emphasis now certainly is on the was, all Superman could do was stand there... And so Superman stood there, helpless—becoming more helpless by the second as he felt the shift begin. A tingling spread through his body, followed by a strange, hollow feeling as his strength ebbed away. His frame seemed to waver, the world around him looming larger by the second. The mighty fortress, once so familiar, now felt vast and imposing, just as Lois herself was now looming larger and larger, growing bigger and more imposing by the second. His powerful muscles, once firm and unyielding, softened and diminished, his broad shoulders narrowing, his suit sagging in loose folds around his shrinking arms and legs. Glancing down, he saw the iconic ‘S’ on his chest appearing baggy, almost sad even. His biceps, once proud and formidable, looked small and boyish, much like that other wimpy Superman from that strange alternate world, and as his height and muscle mass further dwindled, he felt a rush of disbelief and dread.

But as Superman diminished, Lois’s transformation surged forward. Her thighs thickened, pressing against the hem of her skirt with unrelenting force until the fabric gave way with a sharp tear, exposing powerful, chiseled quads beneath. Her calves grew thicker and more defined, her feet expanding and stretching the confines of her heels until they finally split apart and fell away, leaving her firmly planted on the ground, now bigger and stronger than ever.

The sleeves of her blouse began to slide up her arms, inch by inch her body thickened with raw powerful muscles, and so inch by inch the sleeves were pulled higher as her forearms grew thicker, muscles swelling beneath her skin until the cuffs began to strain and split. Veins rose along her forearms, visible through the taut fabric, hinting at the sheer power she now held. Her shoulders broadened, rounding into twin muscular boulders that stretched her blouse tighter across her back, each movement pressing the very limits of her clothing.

With a final, massive flex, which was more like a proclamation of her power, Lois brought her arms up in a mighty, triumphant pose. Her biceps bulged, the peaks rising with immense power, and the sleeves of her blouse gave a shuddering, desperate rip. Silky fabric tore and shredded, flying into the air like a burst of fireworks, fluttering down around her in tatters, leaving her arms completely bare, her forearms and shoulders radiating strength. All that remained was her bra, struggling to contain her powerful pectorals, and her bulging muscular bosom, and her skirt so tattered that her pink panties were on full display for Superman, who might or might not still possess his "super-vision," but certainly didn’t need it to see her fully, to see those pink panties of hers.

And to think he’d once thought that strange adventure on that strange, alternate world was belittling. Clearly, up until now, he hadn’t known the true meaning of the word. You could say he didn’t know the half of it—even now, he was literally half the man he used to be, if not even less!

Superman stared up at her, his once-imposing frame now reduced, his suit hanging loose as he looked up in awe and disbelief. “Lois…how could you…?” Superman squeaked, his voice a weak echo of his former self. "We need to reverse this…”

Lois’s face lit up with an almost electric excitement as she flexed, admiring the bulge of her biceps. “Oh, there’s no reversing this, my… super-ish sidekick.” She rolled her shoulders, flaring her broad, bulging, boulder-like delts as wide as she could—which was very wide indeed—making her silky, steely sinews ripple in a glorious display of her newfound might, reveling in the feeling of her newfound strength. “While you were busy, I was doing some research on her computer. Not only did I find out about this device and what it does—heck, it seems like it was all left out almost on purpose for me to find... But regardless of that… Did you know that in the vast majority of alternate worlds, their Lois Lane is exponentially stronger than even the strongest of Supermen?”

Superman’s face was a mixture of confusion and defeat. “…No…”

Lois looked down at herself, her powerful chest pushing against the taut fabric of her bra, the straps strained to the breaking point, her cleavage spilling out as her pecs flexed beneath her skin, pressing the material even tighter. She couldn’t help but smirk as she admired her own muscle definition, each inch of her frame now a testament to her strength. With a playful glint in her eye, she flexed her pecs, feeling her bra finally surrender as it tore free, shooting across the room and slapping Superman right in the face.

She giggled, watching as he sheepishly pulled the torn fabric away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He looked up at her, clearly dazed. “Why?”

Lois chuckled, winking at him. “It was chafing,” she said with a smirk.

Superman swallowed, finding his voice again. “No… I mean…why?”

Lois’s expression softened, though the glint of mischief remained in her eyes. She flexed again, watching her bicep swell to near-impossible proportions as she admired its truly impressive peak. “Well, for one thing, those worlds are exponentially safer, too.” She stood tall and proud, realizing that she would no longer stand in Superman’s shadow—a feeling she hadn’t realized she’d come to loathe until now. And that was a feeling Superman had better get used to, as her towering frame cast a shadow over him while she grinned, fully satisfied.

She paused, her eyes twinkling as she looked down at him. “I’m not doing this for me, Smallville. I’m doing this for the world.” She ran her fingers over her powerful arm, flexing and feeling the dense muscle beneath her fingers, her grin widening. “Okay…maybe I am doing it just a little bit for me.”

She leaned down, kissed her bulging bicep with pride, and stood to her full, towering height as Superman stammered, barely able to form a coherent thought. “But…but…but—”

Lois raised a finger, her smile widening with a playful glint as she readied herself to put an end to his stammering.

“Hush…” she said, her soft whisper like voice carrying with it a blast of super breath.

The force of it hit him like a freight train, propelling him clear across the room. He slammed into the wall with a thud, dazed and utterly breathless, sliding down to the floor with wide, stunned eyes.

From his crumpled spot on the ground, he looked up, blinking in disbelief as he took in the towering, powerful figure of Lois—the new, undisputed superior and super girlfriend, with her massive mighty female muscles gleaming and glistening, standing over him with an unmistakable, victorious smile.

He was in for a rude awakening—no matter how rude (or not) it was for Lois to take his size, strength, and most of his superpowers. If he thought that other world had been strange, he was about to find out just how strange his own world could be now. He’d have to come to grips with Lois being more super than him—and himself as her sidekick. It was all so strange and so, very, very belittling—in every way possible!

Especially since now his and Lois’s strength were now worlds apart in a way he’d never imagined.