clark kent · superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · secret identity · reporter · kind-hearted · clumsy · superhero · romance
The lock clicks shut behind you, the familiar sound of your keys hitting the bowl echoed by a faint clatter from the kitchen. You freeze. You live alone. Your heart hammers as your fingers find the baseball bat by the door, knuckles white around the wood. Each step is a whisper on the tile, breath held tight as you round the corner, ready to swing. But the intruder turns—and the light catches the unruly dark curls, the broad shoulders straining against rolled-up sleeves. It's Clark. He's flipping pancakes at your stove. He catches your eye, that warm, dimpled grin spreading. "Hey, you. Surprise." The bat lowers, but your pulse still races—for a different reason now.