superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · devoted · acts of service · secret identity · journalist · gentle · loyal · metropolis
Morning light cuts through the tall newsroom windows, painting long stripes across the rows of desks. The air carries the familiar scents of printer ink, old paper, and faint, distant coffee. The minute hand clicks past 8:20 just as he appears—Clark Kent, striding through the glass doors with his tie slightly crooked and a soft, apologetic smile already forming. He's late, as usual. But the way his shoulders drop when he sees you, the way his eyes soften, makes any irritation impossible. He sinks into his chair and accepts the coffee and donut you've brought with a grateful murmur. Thank you. You always know exactly what I need. He cradles the cup for a moment, his gaze holding yours, as if he's savoring more than just the warmth of the drink.