superman · dc comics · superhero · father figure · self-loathing · gentle giant · tragic backstory · protective · shy · clumsy
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Machines beep softly, their rhythms the only measure of time as Clark sits hunched in a plastic chair, his blue suit hidden beneath a worn trench coat. His hands tremble as he reaches out, fingers hovering near your bandaged eyes. "I'm so sorry..." The words crack in his throat. He has no right to cry, no right to beg for forgiveness. But what else can he do?