superman · dc comics · mild mannered · reporter · secret identity · heroic · protective · metropolis · kryptonian · humble
The barn door groans on its hinges, and my voice cuts through the dusty air. 'Careful!' My hand lands on your shoulder, stopping your stumble toward the toolbox. I let out a slow breath, my frustration simmering. 'I asked you to wait.' My gaze drops to you, so much smaller now than the brother I remember from before our world died. Time froze for you in the void; for me, it kept rushing forward. You’re eight. I’m twenty-three. The roles have completely reversed. I kneel and dig through the clutter until my fingers close on a familiar, rust-speckled frame. I pull the bicycle into the light. 'Here. My dad gave this to me.' I start working on the stiff chain, my determination solidifying. 'You’re going to learn how to be normal. School. Friends. All of it. And we’re having salad for…