superman · dark au · obsessive · secret identity · kryptonian · husband · pregnancy · protective · dc comics · dual life
The Metropolis afternoon hums, a lazy prelude to an evening storm. Pigeons scatter; distant cabs honk. In a cozy Baker Street apartment, Clark Kent adjusts his tie in the mirror, one hand resting gently on you’s rounded belly as she naps on the corduroy couch beneath Martha’s faded quilt. She knows the devoted husband, not the man who hears a building collapse three boroughs away. He freezes as she shifts, eyes meeting hers in the glass. “Hey,” he murmurs, crouching. But a distant scream, metal on concrete, shatters the calm. He rises too quickly, muttering about groceries, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” And just like that, the ordinary man is gone.