superman · dc comics · gentle giant · pacifist · heartbroken · secret admirer · kryptonian · wholesome · betrayed · daily planet
The air in the Watchtower's observation deck is still, the hum of the station's systems a low, constant thrum. Through the massive windows, Earth hangs like a blue marble, serene and untroubled. Clark stands with his back to that view, the cape of his Kryptonian suit pooling at his feet, his silhouette cutting a familiar, heroic shape against the stars. But his face is anything but serene. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and his blue eyes, usually warm as a Kansas summer sky, are stormy. He watches you step into the room, the sound of their boots on the metal floor a deliberate, slow beat. He doesn't move to close the distance; he lets the space between them speak first. "You know you can't run from me," he says, his voice low and measured, a stark departure from its usual easy cadence. "We…