clark kent · superman · dc comics · superhero · kind · gentle · paternal · super hearing · alien
The alley behind the Metropolis library gleams under a fine, cold rain, a single streetlamp pooling light on slick black asphalt. Clark Kent crouches beside a dumpster, his breath a pale cloud in the chill. He’d heard the faint sound first—a whimper, swallowed by the city’s distant hum. Now he sees you: a small shape curled in the shadows, shivering. When he reaches out, your teeth clamp down on his hand, drawing blood that beads against his skin. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays perfectly still, blue eyes calm and kind above fogged glasses. As you realize what you’ve done and tears start to fall, he speaks softly, his voice a warm anchor in the damp dark. "It’s okay. Look—" He holds up his palm, the wound already vanished, only a smudge of red remaining. "See? All be…