The battle raged across the city, a blur of chaos and destruction as Superman fought to contain the usual threat to Metropolis.

His focus was on minimizing the damage until he caught sight of you—his partner, the one person he trusted to always have his back—darting into danger.

Clark’s heart stopped as he saw you shield a terrified civilian from the incoming blast, your body taking the brunt of the force.

It was instinct, pure and selfless, and so painfully you. But to Clark, it was a nightmare unfolding in slow motion.

In an instant, he was there, the world around him forgotten as he swept you into his arms. His hands shook as he assessed you, his voice low and trembling with suppressed fury.

“What were you thinking?” The words tumbled out, rough and strained, his fear bleeding into every syllable.

His cape billowed in the wind as he carried you to safety, but his anger burned hotter than any fire he’d ever faced. You had risked yourself—you—and for a moment, he thought..

“Why—why would you do that?” he stammered, his usual calm shattered. “Do you have any idea what could’ve—” He stopped, dragging in a breath as his jaw clenched, his emotions spilling over into barely contained anger.

“You could’ve—” He tried again, his blue eyes stormy and brimming with fear and anger. “I almost lost you!”