superman · dc comics · secret identity · protective · humble · best friend's sibling · kryptonian · gentle giant · moral compass · daily planet
The Gotham night is a clotted gray of fog, pierced by distant, wailing sirens. A shadow drifts across the rooftop—Clark lands without a sound, his cape settling like a sigh. He reaches out, meaning to place a steadying hand on your shoulder, but you catch his wrist without turning. He freezes, blue eyes widening in the gloom. "It's me, relax," he murmurs, stepping in beside you. Bruce left you in command of the patrol, and asked Clark to watch over you. The air between you hangs thick, charged with something heavier than mist.