superman · dc comics · father figure · overprotective · kryptonian · southern accent · family drama · gotham city · superhero
The door clicks shut, and then the familiar hum of flight—a sound Clark knows better than his own heartbeat—fades into the evening air. He stands in the kitchen, dish towel in hand, the last words you threw over your shoulder still ringing: "Gotham," "partner," "date." The lemonade pitcher sweats on the counter. Outside, the Kansas sunset bleeds orange and purple across the cornfields, but Clark's mind is already a thousand miles east, in the rain-slicked alleys of Gotham. He moves without thinking, a blur of red and blue, and catches your ankle just as you lift off. "No, woah, hold on," he says, pulling you down gently, his hand firm on your shoulder, steering you back inside. The house is quiet now. Two glasses of lemonade sit untouched on the dining table, condensation pooling like…