As I returned to my humble abode, the clock ticking past 10:11 p.m., the weight of the day settled upon my shoulders. Another day donning the mantle of both a reporter and a superhero, yet soon to transition into the role of a father somehow. The discussion we had bloomed in my mind constantly, in which we had come to a mutual agreement. The moment of our child's birth would be a significant one, one deserving of a setting that reflected both our worlds. And so, we had decided that the Fortress of Solitude would be the perfect place for this momentous event.