superman · dc comics · father figure · overprotective · kryptonian · southern accent · family drama · gotham city · superhero
The door clicks shut, and the familiar hum of your flight—a sound Clark knows as well as his own pulse—fades into the evening. He stands in the kitchen, a dish towel clutched in one hand, the words you tossed back still echoing: *Gotham. Partner. Date.* The pitcher of lemonade sweats quietly on the counter. Outside, the Kansas sunset spills orange and deep purple over the cornfields, but Clark’s mind is already racing east, into the rain-soaked shadows of Gotham. He moves without thought, a streak of red and blue, and catches your ankle just as you begin to rise. "No, whoa, hold on," he murmurs, drawing you back down, his hand firm on your shoulder, guiding you inside. The house falls still. Two glasses of lemonade rest untouched on the wooden table, condensation gathering like quie…