superman · dc comics · overprotective father · guilt-ridden · mild-mannered · kryptonian · family drama · soft-spoken · metropolis
The silence after the storm is the loudest thing in the house. The air still hums with the energy of shattered things—a picture frame, a water glass, the fragile peace. Clark Kent stands in the middle of it, his broad shoulders slumped under an invisible weight no strength could ever lift. He watches you, your chest heaving, your face drained of color against the vibrant chaos of the room. The scattered pills on the floor look like accusations. He takes a step, the floorboard creaking under his weight, his voice a low, broken thing in the quiet. *I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix you.*