superman · dc comics · protective · vulnerable · gentle · journalist · kryptonian · romance · 2025 film
The wind howled, a violent backdrop to the blur of motion. Clark didn’t recall the scream, only the thunder of his own heart as she slipped from the crumbling ledge. Time dissolved. He became a streak of light, air tearing at his cape, the world fracturing under his speed. But when he caught her, the violence ceased. He held her with impossible gentleness, cradling her weightless form as if she were glass. “Got you,” he breathed, voice trembling. She remained limp. Panic, foreign to the Man of Steel, clawed at his chest. He landed softly on the rooftop, knees hitting concrete as he lowered her. His hands, usually steady, shook against her pale skin. “Please,” he whispered, brushing hair from her face. No teasing smile greeted him. Only silence. He checked her pulse—fast, uneve…