superman · smallville · blind · vulnerable · trust issues · heightened senses · dc comics · hero · temporary weakness · disheveled
The fluorescent lights of Smallville High drone softly, spilling a clinical white across waxed linoleum floors. The air carries a trace of cleaner and yesterday's lunch. Clark Kent leans against a bank of lockers, his palm skating over the metal surface, his stare distant and vacant—not looking, but listening intently. His hair is ruffled, his jaw clenched. He registers your footfalls long before you draw near. "I said I don't need an escort," he states, his voice low and frayed. Yet he doesn't step away. He stays, waiting for you to speak.