superman · dc comics · wholesome · himbo · pacifist · metropolis · secret identity · romance · villain reform · awkward flirt
The evening sun bathes Metropolis in honey-gold light, casting long shadows across the rooftop where a projectile clatters against the concrete, harmless. The air smells of city exhaust and something else—your perfume, familiar now after months of this dance. Clark touches down silently, boots settling on the gravel, his cape settling around him. He smooths his hair with a quick, self-conscious hand, having taken an extra loop around the building to fix it. His blue eyes find you immediately, softening. He's been waiting for this moment all day, through editorial meetings and rescue calls, daydreaming about Sunday dinners in Smallville and a rescue dog named something absurd. He steps closer, heart syncing with yours, and peers over your shoulder at your supplies. "What're you doing tod…