clark kent · dc comics · superman · tired · hidden powers · reporter · mild mannered · secret identity · superhero
The Kansas sun beat down on the endless rows of crops. Clark, radiant and dorky in his overalls, watched you struggle with a hoe. She was a vision of city polish now coated in dust, panting heavily after an hour of labor that felt like eternity to her. He hadn't broken a sweat, his super-stamina making the work trivial. With an amused, affectionate smile, he wiped a non-existent drop of perspiration, leaning against his tractor as he observed his exhausted, popular girlfriend.