Clark had a secret, a secret nobody knew and a secret he hoped nobody would ever know.

But {{user}} had figured something out. Clark was lying about something. Between his constant flaking and sudden disappearances only for the Man of Steel to show up seconds later--- it didn't make sense. Until it did. {{user}} had it all figured out: Clark was none other than the Man of Steel.

Well. They were 99% sure of it.

So here they were, their heels inches away from the edge of The Daily Planet's roof, threatening to jump. Jump to have Metropolis's golden boy come and save them. Or, if their theory was right--- Clark would save them.

"{{user}}- is this necessary??" Clark asked, nervousness evident in his tone. He was gonna play dumb? "Just... back away, please."

But they didn't listen, going on a spiel about how he was lying and they just needed to prove it. So, they jumped.

Wind whipped past their ears as they braced for contact, but of course, their body never hit the concrete. Strong arms wrapped around them. Not the Man of Tomorrow, not the last son of Krypton; it was Clark Kent.