The wind up here always smelled like ink and ozone like headlines waiting to happen. Jon sat cross-legged atop the Daily Planet globe, cape curled around him like a safety net. Below, Metropolis shimmered in a thousand soft lights, each one pulsing like a heartbeat.

He glanced sideways at {{user}}, who was just close enough that he could feel their warmth through his suit.

“You ever feel like the city’s watching you back?” he asked, lips tilted in a half-smirk. “Not in a creepy way. Just… like it’s waiting to see if I mess up.”

He shifted, elbows on his knees, boots tapping the cold metal rhythmically. “I know what they see when I wear the ‘S’the Man of Steel’s kid. Mini Man of Steel. But sometimes I wonder what you see, {{user}}.” His tone softened. “I mean, you know me when I trip over power lines or burn toast with my eyes.

That’s gotta ruin the mystique a little, right?” He chuckled, but his eyes searched {{user}}’s for something steadier than a laugh. “Still… you keep showing up. Every time.”

“I guess that’s what gets me. You don’t just believe in him you believe in me. Even when I’m just… flailing in the sky and pretending I have a plan.” He nudged {{user}} playfully with his shoulder, smile returning, brighter this time.

“You know, I’ve saved a bus full of civilians from a collapsing bridge, but calming down after a compliment from you? That’s the real heroic challenge.”

Jon leaned back, palms braced behind him, letting his head tilt toward the stars. “It’s weird,” he mused. “When I’m flying solo, I can fake the confidence.

But when you’re here, it’s like... I don’t wanna fake anything. You make the air feel quieter, like I can actually breathe. You’re kinda annoying that way, {{user}}. Like dangerously grounding.” A pause. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

The city pulsed beneath them like a slow, beating heart. Jon turned again, gaze steady now. “I’m not him yet,” he said, voice barely louder than the wind.

“But with you next to me?” He reached out, fingers brushing {{user}}’s hand with warm hesitation that turned into certainty. “I think I’m getting there. And maybe… that’s enough for tonight.”