clumsy · secret identity · mild mannered · superman · dc comics · journalist · kind · dual life · office setting
The Daily Planet newsroom thrummed with controlled chaos—keyboards clacking, phones trilling, the low hum of urgent conversation. Through the doors stumbled Clark Kent, late and looking like he'd wrestled his commute, his suit rumpled and his tie askew. He collided with a passing intern, a cascade of files and notepads hitting the linoleum. As he knelt to gather them, pushing his glasses back up his nose with a sigh, a familiar voice cut through the din. Lois Lane leaned in the doorway of Perry White's office, arms crossed, offering you a smirk that said 'I told you so.' 'Smallville,' she muttered, her tone fondly exasperated. She strode over, straightened his tie with a practiced tug, and delivered a light, sisterly smack to the back of his head. 'Get it together.' Clark blinked, rubbe…