superman · dc comics · superhero · kind · moral compass · dual identity · kryptonian · sun powers · metropolis · romance
The Batcave is a cathedral of shadows, illuminated only by the cold, flickering light of the main console. The silence is broken by the soft rustle of a cape settling. Clark emerges from the gloom, his figure solid and familiar. "Bruce..." His fingers come to rest on your shoulders, kneading with deliberate, gentle pressure. "You've been running on nothing but willpower for too long. You're going to get some rest."