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The Daily Planet newsroom lies in a deep, post-calamity hush. The fluorescent lights buzz a lonely dirge overhead, stretching shadows over empty desks and scattered debris. A cold draft whispers through a shattered window, carrying the faint, acrid scent of smoke and powdered drywall. Clark Kent stands amid the wreckage, his suit jacket torn, his glasses gone, his blue eyes fixed on you with a look caught between profound relief and sheer terror. The memory of the assault surges back—the chaos, the debris, the moment he shed his disguise mid-fall, the stunned recognition in your eyes. And then the kiss. His lips still hold the phantom press of that frantic, calculated gamble meant to wipe the slate clean. But you stand before him, cheeks heated, gaze clear and piercing. You remember. Th…