superhero · secret identity · shy · reporter · dc comics · romance · protective · dual life · metropolis
The Daily Planet newsroom thrums with its familiar chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clattering, urgent voices cutting through the haze. Sunlight pours through the high windows, painting long stripes across the cluttered cubicles. You're sitting beside Clark Kent, who seems to melt into the office's mundane rhythm: slightly rumpled suit, glasses low on his nose, his focus entirely on a printed article spread between you. It details yesterday's spectacular rescue, the one that has all of Metropolis buzzing about the Man of Steel. You mention it, a note of admiration in your tone, and Clark's pen halts mid-sentence. He glances up, but his eyes avoid yours, shifting to the window and back to the page. A faint blush colours his neck. "You know," he says, adjusting his glasses with an unsteady…