Smallville

Lois, we're going against traffic.

That's sort of the point here, Clark. Try and keep up.

These glasses are driving me crazy.

So you've said.

And this jacket -- it's not helping.

Okay, you were the one

who chose to take his hero game public,

so either The Blur starts wearing a mask or...

Clark Kent does. I know.

Your words, not mine.

Look, after all the hero hating of the VRA,

if The Blur doesn't show his face soon...

People are gonna stop trusting me again.

That didn't stop the Mayor

from offering The Blur the key to the city.

Yeah, but that's --

yeah, but before that handsome hero face

ends up on JumboTron screens in all your red-and-blue glory,

we need to make sure

that there is nothing handsome or heroic

about Clark Kent.

And that's supposed to help?

Yes!

So, just -- I don't know --

slope your shoulders a little bit,

speak a little softer,

and stop being so... So...

What?

...Great.

Honey, you need to be invisible and forgettable and...

...Exactly like that.

What is it?

Lois, I was like that, in Smallville.

The thought of going back to that, I...

Clark...

The real you can burn holes through buildings with a look

and lift a freight train with one finger.

Get over it.

You know, the last thing you should be worried about

is teaching me mild-mannered 101.

You should be focused on that promotion that opened up

now that Steve Lombard went to the Daily Star.

They said that desk could be yours.

I'm counting on it.

These need to stay on.

Just work on it.

Hey...

Guys! Wait -- gu--

Skeets: Brilliant save, sir.

Of course it was, Skeets.

Say "cheese," junior.

Uh, "cheese"?

Life lesson to remember, kid --

always keep yourself open to the cameras.

Who are you?

I'm sure you're all wondering who I am.

Well, how about the 411?

I'm pure gold, ladies and gentlemen.

I am Booster Gold,

the greatest hero you've never heard of...

Till now!

Later today, at the Ace of Clubs,

I'll be signing autographs.

Stop on by.

Woman: Nice outfit.

So great.

If you need a hero...

Ping me.

Nice glasses.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

He said "nice glasses," like he knew who I really was.

Maybe he just liked your glasses.

Or not.

Are you sure you've never seen him before?

How could you miss that?

Booster Gold didn't come here for no reason.

I need to figure out who he is and why he's here.

Hey, hey, watch it!

When did you forget how to walk, Kent?

Sorry.

Clark.

Just excuse him.

I'm trying to help.

"Help." By making me stumble into Ron Troupe?

Yeah. It's a start.

Clark, you want people to look down on Clark Kent

so they can look up...

To The Blur.

Which, by the way, isn't exactly gonna be a fitting name

after you, you know, stop blurring

and start standing in the spotlight.

Well, the spotlight's kind of crowded with Booster Gold.

Okay, not that my curiosity isn't in overdrive

about booster boy,

but you are making way more out of this than you need to.

Okay?

Okay.

I'm sure our flying car salesman

will buzz off as fast as he buzzed in.

Either one's fine.

I don't really have a bad side, guys.

You're sitting at my desk.

Yeah, I can read.

So, where is the greatest reporter

that this city has ever known?

All right, everybody, back to work.

Mm, there you are -- the hero maker.

Excuse me.

Lois Lane. Booster Gold.

What can I do for you?

We're gonna help each other, gorgeous,

because one exclusive in-depth interview

with the gold guardian of Metropolis,

and you're gonna lock up that promotion that you're up for.

It's a Booster Gold guarantee.

How did you know I was up for a...

Never mind.

I'm not interested in you, goldilocks,

and neither is The Daily Planet.

So why don't you see if you can fit that big old head of yours

through the exit door?

Hmm.

- Sir? - My Agent.

You're going to be late for the signing.

Excuse me, folks, but...

Duty calls.

We should do lunch... Soon.

Cat: Booster!

Booster: See you later, Pumpkin.

Booster, wait!

What an ass.

You mean "asset."

What?

You wanted me to believe in heroes, Lois --

well, I think I finally might.

He isn't hiding anything.

You can see his face. His name --

Is Booster Gold.

Booster Gold could be the city's answer to inspiration...

And my answer to that promotion.

You're up for my promotion?

It isn't yours just yet.

And thanks to my reporting on the VRA,

I've gathered myself a small but vocal fan base.

You should read their Tweets. They love me.

And it's enough to convince the powers-that-be

to put my hat in the ring for the desk upstairs.

May the best reporter win.

Cat Grant -- like nails on a chalkboard.

She's not as bad as he is.

Booster Gold's star will burn out faster

than you can say "Up, Up, and Away."

Now let's focus on what's really important here.

And what is that, Lois?

Unmaking Clark Kent so that we can get The Blur out there.

Here, Jaime.

Thanks, Dora.

Sorry.

I forgot I dropped it.

That's it.

And what's it say this time?

"Kick Me." A classic.

I've had worse.

Listen, kid.

You should stand up for yourself.

Don't slouch, talk with confidence,

and stop being so... so shy.

It's okay to get mad.

I-I guess so.

Now, you go back over there, and tell them --

tell them you're mad as hell

and you're not gonna take it anymore.

Oh, just try it with me.

I-I'm...

I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore.

Okay.

Now, like -- like, punish them with it, you know?

Just

I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore.

Okay, look, it's eat or be eaten.

So you get over there and enjoy your meal, right?

Go ahead!

Maybe he'll grow out of it.