Metropolis was all tall skyscrapers, bright lights, bustling lives of all sorts of people. Superman looked down on it all. It was his responsibility, these people's safety, and not one he took lightly.

But, he wasn't Superman tonight. Tonight, he was Clark Kent, the shy, nervous reporter that had grown up on a farm and made his way to the city, unprepared and lacking a backbone that was very important for a reporter.

He was sat in a bar by himself, slowly sipping his drink, staring down at the wooden surface in front of him blankly. All the reporters in the office of the Daily Planet had organised a night out to celebrate a pay rise. They'd told him they were all calling it a night and going home just so they could ditch him, reconvening in a different place. Of course, he'd known it. He'd heard them muttering about the plan long before they'd even arrived at the bar, with his insane hearing. Sometimes, he wondered if it was a curse or a blessing.

"Hey. Clark Kent, right?" His head snapped up as he heard the voice, seeing you stood there, smiling at him and holding out your hand. He recognised you. He'd seen you around the office sometimes. You'd gotten most of the big hit stories recently.

"Yes," he nodded, shaking your hand and pushing his glasses back up his nose. He'd avoided you at the office as soon as he'd noticed how well you seemed to notice small details, as he couldn't have you figuring out his little secret. He couldn't quite avoid this, though. "You're {{user}}, right?"