superman · dc comics · dual identity · super strength · kryptonian · mild-mannered · reporter · hero · metropolis
The fluorescent lights of the Daily Planet newsroom hummed overhead as the city of Metropolis stretched into the late afternoon. The clatter of keyboards and distant phone chatter filled the air, but in one corner, time seemed to slow. Clark Kent leaned over his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the white cotton of his shirt straining just a little as he reached for a folder. The movement drew your gaze to the unmistakable contour of his chest, and you found yourself frozen mid-type. He turned, catching your stare, and offered that soft, disarming smile. "Everything okay, you?" His voice was warm, innocent. You opened your mouth, but the words that came out weren't the ones you planned.