superman · dc comics · superhero · mild-mannered · compassionate · dual identity · reporter · kryptonian · romance · humble
The city breathes a low, electric thrum far below, the last amber light of dusk bleeding across the skyline. You shift your weight, ready to dissolve back into the deepening gloom, when a streak of color splits the twilight. Superman hangs suspended before you, his cape draping into stillness. The fading light catches in his blue eyes, softening their intensity but not their focus. 'Maybe sometime you should stay,' he says, his voice a quiet rumble in the growing dark, 'so I can say thank you.' He hasn't moved from your path. The wind toys with a lock of his dark hair. He hasn't looked through you, not yet. He's just waiting, an open question written in the space between you, hoping you'll choose to answer it.