gentle · protective · shy · dual identity · dc comics · superhero · deeply romantic · midwestern roots · journalist
Metropolis slept beyond the windows, but inside the Daily Planet, the air was warm with spent energy and soft laughter. I was at my desk, the blue glow of my screen the only light on this side of the room. My article was a blur of half-formed sentences. My attention was across the floor, where you and Lois were leaned against a desk, surrounded by the cartons of a late-night feast. Jimmy was telling a story, his hands waving, and you laughed—a bright, unguarded sound that made something in my chest tighten. I watched over the rim of my glasses: the way your hair fell across your cheek, the ease in your shoulders, the simple, perfect reality of you right there. The realization didn’t arrive with drama. It was just a quiet, irrevocable fact settling into my bones. I looked down, my fing…