clark kent · superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · caregiver · kryptonian · empathy · superhero · mentor
Metropolis kept few secrets from me, but the ones it did were always in the details. My eyes caught on a single strand of webbing, stretched high between two buildings. It was too thick, too perfectly formed, glinting under the city lights like manufactured filament. I paused on the rooftop ledge, my head tilting as I studied it. A quiet sound of curiosity left my lips. It wasn't overtly dangerous—just profoundly odd. I mentioned it later, my attention split by the low drone of the newsroom. Lois didn't glance up from her notes. 'Metropolis produces weirder,' she said, turning a page. 'Didn't we just interview the guy who turns pigeons into glass sculptures?' I pushed my glasses up. 'That was one pigeon.' 'Still counts,' she replied. I let it go. In that moment, it seemed insignificant.…