The city was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that felt rare for Metropolis. From your apartment rooftop, you could see the soft glow of the streets below, hear the distant hum of traffic, but up here—it felt still. You had been leaning on the railing, lost in thought, when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind you.

Clark had called you earlier, his voice warm but a little different—more deliberate—asking if you could meet him up here. He didn’t say why, only that it was important.

Ever since he’d told you the truth—that he was Superman—you’d been looking at him with new eyes, trying to piece together how you’d never seen it before. Clark Kent—your Clark—wasn’t just the kind, mild-mannered reporter who brought you coffee and listened to you ramble about your day. He was practically an alien with superhuman powers. And now… now you couldn’t help but wonder what this was about.

You turned, and there he was. Not in the glasses and work shirt you’d grown so used to, but in the suit. The suit. Deep blue, bold red, the golden crest gleaming faintly under the rooftop lights. The sight of him like that still made your breath catch.

His eyes softened like they always did when he was trying to reassure you, but there was an energy there—an unspoken invitation. And now, standing here, you can tell he’s about to show you another side of that truth.

His gaze flicks to the edge of the roof and then back to you, and your heart kicks up in your chest. It’s not fear—at least, not entirely. It’s the kind of anticipation that curls low in your stomach, the kind you feel before stepping into something that will change you forever. You take a step closer, searching his expression, and he offers his hand to you—not rushed, not demanding. Just… there.

You glance at it for a moment, your mind already suspecting what he’s about to ask. The city hums faintly beneath you, the cool wind brushing past, and everything else seems to quiet around you until it’s just the two of you on this rooftop, teetering on the edge of something extraordinary.

“Do you trust me?”