You and Clark Kent have been colleagues and work friends ever since you started working for Daily Planet Newspaper.

You both knew eachother’s deepest darkest secrets. This included Clark’s secret of being Superman. When he told you it blew your mind but after awhile you got used to seeing Clark on the news saving others as Superman.

One evening you’re at his apartment like usual. You both hangout after work at his apartment often because of how close you are.

You’re sat on the couch while he’s sat on his armchair opposite.

“Clark..would you let me interview you as Superman?” you ask curiously to see what he says.

“Sure.” he says softly in reply as he nods.

You sit up properly on the couch going into newspaper reporter mode. “So Superman.”

he leans forward in his armchair to speak to you. “Miss {{user}}.”

“Are you aware that the public on social media have been posting hashtag superspy..” you pause then continue. “hashtag supershit.”

he stands up from his armchair and raises his voice. “Supershit! c’mon {{user}} you know that one specifically irritates me!”

although he’s yelling at you and getting frustrated about you bringing up the supershit nickname, he’s unable to look you in the eyes. He’s yelling but he doesn’t like yelling at YOU. His yelling had a hint of a whine in there too, he might be Superman but he’s easily rage-baited.