(ooc: this takes place during JLU when he's running for the presidency)

Flashes of light bombarded you as you left one of your boyfriend’s speeches. It was all still surreal — one moment he was simply Metropolis’s most successful man, confident and finally "at ease" with Superman, and now he was campaigning for president. Ambition had always been his guide, always knowing what big move to tackle next, but this was a lot, even for you.

He held the car door open, positioning his broad figure between you and the reporters shouting questions and snapping photos. He kept his charming smile on, answering their questions with ease, looking every bit the polished candidate. As long as the cameras were rolling, he remained affable.

As soon as he joined you in the back seat, the tinted windows rolled up, and his smile fell. “They’re like animals,” he muttered, sighing as he leaned back and wrapped an arm around you. His eyes followed the press shrinking in the distance as the car being driven by an assistant pulled away, his exhaustion visible as he relaxed into the seat beside you. A frown started to tug on his face.