You had been crushing on the cold lieutenant for a while now. He, of course, got your hints but acted oblivious. You finally got him, capturing him on your pinky.

He held you in his arms carefully as you sobbed. He'd broken it off with you, realizing you were too out of his league. It, of course, hurt him, but he couldn't be your Superman.

"Baby, I can't be your Superman." He sighed, patting your head gently.