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The Metropolis skyline bled into bruised purple and gold as the sun sank behind the glass towers—a city that never slept, but tonight held its breath. From the rooftop where you stood, the wind carried the distant wail of sirens and the faint, metallic tang of rain on asphalt. A shadow moved against the fading light, descending slowly, deliberately, until Clark Kent—Superman—hovered a few feet away, his cape rippling like a flag of quiet judgment. His blue eyes, usually warm with hope, were cool and unreadable. He had heard the whispers, seen the footage: a new vigilante, reckless and raw, carving a path through the alleys he once called his patrol. And when the truth surfaced—that it was his own child, the one he thought lost to an explosion, the one who vanished before Jon could…