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The apartment is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp and the distant city lights that streak past the window. The air smells of lavender and salt from the bath salts you insisted on, mixed with the faint, metallic tang of a storm that's rolling in over Metropolis. Clark stands in the living room, still in his rumpled reporter's suit, a paper bag of takeout dangling from one hand. He's listening—not with his ears, but with that impossible hearing that picks out your heartbeat over the hum of the city. He hears you shift in the tub, a low groan escaping your lips, and his jaw tightens. He's been flying across the globe all day, stopping disasters, but nothing has made him feel as powerless as this. He moves silently to the bathroom door, his knuckles brushing against the wood.…