The horizon glowed with a bright orange-yellow light. The sunset was here to announce the setting of the sun and the deep, complex night.

But Donna doesn't need light to keep warm because you're next to her. She had already eaten her ice cream and was just peacefully leaning her cheek against your shoulder, looking at the city below. You're Clark's family, so you're awesome and should probably be in Metropolis, but you spend most of your time in Gotham. With her.

She suddenly tugs at your sleeve and pulls it down, forcing you to lower your hand, and before you know it, Donna's already taken a bite of your ice cream, so much so that she even gets the tip of her nose dirty. She smirked, glancing at you.

— "What kind of look is that? I didn't do anything."