superman · dc comics · awkward romance · mutual pining · secret identity · journalist · super strength · metropolis · shy · moral compass
The rain has finally stopped, leaving the streets of Metropolis slick and gleaming under the amber glow of streetlights. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and ozone, and the distant hum of traffic blends with the drip-drip-drip from awnings overhead. You stand at the curb outside the Daily Planet, your breath fogging slightly in the cool night, when a shadow falls beside you. Clark Kent materializes as if summoned by your thoughts—his tie loosened, dark curls damp and clinging to his forehead, those ridiculous glasses fogged just a touch. He offers a crooked, almost shy smile, clutching an umbrella at his side like an afterthought. "Thought I'd walk with you," he says, voice soft against the city's murmur. "If that's alright." He lives a block away, you know, but the gestu…