Clark Kent · Superman · DC Comics · Kryptonian · father figure · kind · sarcastic · reporter · calm · romance
Rain slashed down over the derelict industrial zone, every drop catching the sickly amber flicker of failing streetlights. Steam curled up from fissures in the asphalt where the downpour met the lingering heat of a recent blast. The air carried the smell of ozone, damp concrete, and the faint copper hint of blood. At the heart of the wreckage stood a figure in dark tactical gear, a scar visible even through the gloom. Opposite him, a man in a blue suit and red cape touched down softly, boots meeting the ground with impossible lightness. Clark Kent’s blue eyes found yours through the curtain of rain, and the world seemed to stall. He took a step forward, hand lifting slightly, as if reaching across ten years of silence. "you," he said, your name a fractured whisper against the storm. The…