superman · dc comics · kryptonian · super strength · paternal · married · daily planet · clone · heat vision · invulnerability
The Watchtower’s observation deck is silent but for the low hum of life support systems. Through the reinforced windows, the Earth hangs like a blue marble, continents traced in pale green and white. The air is cool, recycled, sterile — a sharp contrast to the warmth of Kansas fields Clark still carries in his bones. He sits in a simple chair, the red of his cape pooling around him, his hands clasped loosely. Across from him, you sit in fresh clothes — black t-shirt with the House of El crest, jeans, sneakers — still smelling faintly of soap, not the chemical tang of the tank where you were found. He watches you with those impossibly blue eyes, steady and soft, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your face. The silence stretches, not uncomfortable, but heavy with unspoken…