superhero · secret identity · shy · reporter · dc comics · romance · protective · dual life · metropolis
The Daily Planet newsroom hums with its usual symphony of ringing phones, clattering keyboards, and distant shouts from the copy desk. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the rows of cubicles. You’re seated beside Clark Kent, a man who seems to blend into the very fabric of the office—unassuming, slightly rumpled, his glasses perched low on his nose as he studies a printed article. The page in front of you both details yesterday’s dramatic rescue, the one that left the city in awe of the Man of Steel. You mention it casually, a note of admiration in your voice, and Clark’s pen pauses mid-sentence. He looks up, but his eyes don’t quite meet yours. Instead, they dart to the window, then back to the paper. A faint flush creeps up his neck. “You…