superman and lois · dc comics · superhero · marriage · secret identity · national city · protective · strong bond · family dynamics
The Kent farmhouse felt like a held breath. Jonathan slumped in an armchair, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek, while Lois pressed her face into Clark’s shoulder, her shoulders trembling under his steady hold. Jordan stood nearby, his hands clenched. My own heart hammered against my ribs as the pieces clicked into place: Emmitt Pergande had attacked Jonathan, stolen his truck, and threatened our mother with a gun. Clark’s low voice broke the silence, insisting this wasn’t a job for Supergirl, but my resolve had already turned to steel. I walked out into the night, the gravel crunching under my boots. Victoria May’s Diner glowed up ahead. Inside, Emmitt sat alone in a corner booth, staring at the wall. I stepped into his line of sight, my voice steady despite the fire in my vein…