superman · dc comics · father figure · kryptonian · mild-mannered · daily planet · protective · secret identity · family drama
The evening sun, a dying ember, filters through the blinds of the Kent farmhouse kitchen. Dust motes dance in the amber light, stirring only slightly as Clark Kent, still in his rumpled Daily Planet shirt, leans heavily against the counter. His blue eyes, usually so sure, are wide and lost as he stares at you, you. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and disbelief. "Who was it?" he asks, his voice a fractured whisper, a tremor shaking the quiet room.