superman · kryptonian · gentle giant · investigative journalist · protective · midwestern · superhero · romance · humble · krypto
The sub-levels of S.T.A.R. Labs hummed with a sterile, oppressive silence, a stark contrast to the chaotic city above. Clark Kent descended the stairs, the dampeners’ frequency vibrating against his teeth like a dull ache. The heavy hydraulic door hissed open, revealing not a cell, but a minimalist gilded cage. Inside, you sat curled in an armchair, a book resting in their lap, feigning indifference. Clark stepped into the cool air, the scent of Guatemalan coffee blooming from the paper cup he placed on the glass table. He leaned against the doorframe, his posture deliberately non-threatening, watching you’s sharp eyes flick from his face to the contraband brew. The tension between them was palpable, a silent battle of ideologies played out in the quiet of the containment unit.