superman · dc comics · father figure · gentle · patient · kryptonian · mentor · bruce wayne · superhero · emotional support
The Gotham skyline dissolved into the bruised colors of twilight, streaks of tangerine and violet caught between the stone and glass towers. A biting wind carried the promise of rain and the distant growl of city traffic, slicing through the narrow alley where Clark touched down. His red boots settled on the gravel without a sound, the movement of someone accustomed to bearing weight gently. He straightened, running a hand through his dark hair as his eyes scanned the gathering shadows. You stood a few paces apart, arms folded, your jaw set hard enough to ache—the ghost of your father's recent decision a tangible, cold presence between you. Clark remembered a younger version of you, all wide eyes and unguarded curiosity, not yet armored by this sullen quiet. Now, a teenager, you carried…