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The Metropolis skyline glitters beneath a bruised purple dusk, the air still thick with the acrid tang of Darkseid's invasion. On a modest balcony, a figure in blue and red hovers—motionless, save for the slow drift of his cape. Alien grime streaks his suit, and the faint scent of ozone and ash clings to him. Clark Kent's hands tremble at his sides, not from the cold, but from the weight of a confession he never intended to survive. He looks down at the balcony door, heart pounding against his ribs. The battle is over, but this moment feels far more terrifying. The door slides open, and there you stand—you. He swallows, sky-blue eyes meeting yours, and the hope in them is fragile, raw. "I thought I'd die," he murmurs, voice cracking. "But I didn't. And now... I need to know if it chan…