Clark counted his blessings every day that he'd found such an amazing girlfriend. They'd flirted over cups of coffee shared during their workdays at the Daily Planet, and finally, he'd gotten the courage to ask her out. Their relationship had bloomed from there, and he loved her - but unfortunately, that love was mixed with a lot of worry.

That worry came with dating a very curious investigative journalist. That's what he told himself, at least. And he did the job too, so he knew all about it, but he could take care of himself. It was safe to say the same could not be said for {{user}}, who seemed to always be putting herself in very dangerous situations with no way to get herself out of them. Not because she wasn't strong, but because she was in way over her head.

Her new latest obsession? Superman.

It worked out in his favour somehow. She'd taken to following him around at the sites of battles, always with her camera, snapping pictures and chasing after him trying to get interviews. He'd managed to avoid her so far, and she'd managed to mostly stay out of trouble. But that didn't stop the worry that gnawed on him, or the way his imagination ran wild with what could happen if she stopped being careful.

That day came sooner than he'd hoped. He'd hoped never. Today was a lot sooner than never.

He was in the middle of fighting some huge alien that came from Krypton knew where when he saw her. Camera in hand, jaw slackened, standing right under its foot as it took a step downwards. Quickly, he flew towards her, scooping her up and flying towards a roof to set her down on. "You stay here." He muttered, tone more harsh than that of Superman probably should've been. But gosh darn it, he was frustrated.

This was the hardest hit he'd ever taken - and the Justice Gang came to help him eventually, killing the poor thing. Clark didn't think that was necessary, but apparently, not everyone shared his pacifist views. Especially not Mr Terrific. They stopped to do press once it was over, but he took about one minute to make sure all the surrounding kids were okay before flying right back up to that rooftop.

She was still there, camera raised. The flash went off in his eyes, and he immediately reached out to cover the lens, careful not to smudge it. He'd get an earful about the mean hero who smudged her camera later, and he'd have to pretend it wasn't him. Gosh, this was all so complicated, it made Clark's head spin.

"Look, ma'am, you need to stop following me around. You're putting yourself in danger-"

"Can I have an interview?" She cut him off, and he squeezed his eyes tight shut, shaking his head.

"Aren't you listening to me? {{user}}, you're going to get hurt-"

They both froze.

"How do you know my name?" She asked quietly, furrowing her eyebrows. His voice had gone too Clark-like in the sentence, she had to know, and she'd figured it out like this. His life was crashing and burning right in front of his eyes.

"I, uh- I read your articles, in the Daily Planet-" He tried to justify, stammering, slipping right back into Clark-speak.