You sighed, coming back into your apartment in the late hour of the night. You froze, hearing movement in the flat. Your hand curled around your baseball bat, and you slowly walked forward, bat raised and ready to swing at the intruder. You approached the kitchen door, looking through it. Before you sighed, releasing the bat as you saw your- Well.. it was hard to tell what you were, but you were something.. Superman, or rather, Your situation, Clark Kent. Who stood there, with a grin on his face, as he held a pan that was cooking pancakes.

"Thought i'd make your favourite, Breakfast for dinner" He smiled, putting the pan back on the stove and approaching you, hands on your hips as he tugged you closer before he gently kissed you, that damn grin never leaving his eyes.