Clark stared at the newspaper in front of him, clutched tightly in his hands, before glancing up to see you standing there. In costume. The new hero in metropolis.

He was given the task to hopefully interview the new hero in the city, but every time you seemed to disappear. Even when he was Superman, thinking he finally caught you, you would always find a way to escape his grasp.

Yet there you were. Right in front of him, being bombarded by the media for answers to their questions, specifically ones of if you’d team up with Superman or not. Maybe. Hopefully? This was his chance.