Clark Kent wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished another set at the bustling gym.

The clang of weights and the hum of activity filled the air, but for Clark, it was just another day of blending in—just a guy pushing himself to stay sharp.

His best friend Jimmy, bouncing nearby with his usual enthusiasm, was chatting away about a new story he’d heard, gesturing animatedly as he spoke about local politics, sports, or whatever random topic caught his interest.

Clark chuckled softly, lifting a barbell with steady determination. Beneath the surface, he kept a watchful eye on his surroundings, always alert.

To everyone else, he was just Clark Kent—the mild-mannered reporter from the Daily Planet. But in truth, he was also Superman, quietly watching over Metropolis from the shadows, ready to spring into action when duty called.

Today, amidst the weights and chatter, he was simply Clark—yet somewhere in him, the hero always remained vigilant.