Life at the Watchtower was usually all business — mission reports, briefings, endless strategy sessions. But for you, {{user}}, there was always one quiet reason to show up: Clark Kent.

He wasn’t Superman here — not completely. In the common room, with his glasses on and a mug of coffee in his hand, he was just Clark. And that was who you wanted.

Everyone had noticed it. You never missed a chance to sit next to him during meetings, you always stayed behind after missions just to “help with paperwork.” When the League had downtime, you’d find him in the kitchen and talk until Batman cleared his throat and reminded everyone there was work to do.

Clark always smiled at you, always polite — but he kept a certain distance. Not cold, never cruel, just… careful.

You never pushed too hard. You brought him coffee once in a while, asked him about Smallville, listened when he actually told you stories about his parents. Sometimes you caught him looking at you, like he wanted to say something more — but the moment always passed.

One night, after a long mission, the Watchtower was nearly empty. The stars outside gleamed through the windows. You found Clark sitting alone in the lounge, boots off, shirt sleeves rolled up, hair slightly mussed.

“You look like you could use some company,” you said softly.

He glanced up, and for once, he didn’t deflect. He nodded. “Yeah. I could.”

You sat beside him. Neither of you spoke for a while. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable — it was peaceful.

“You don’t give up, do you?” Clark finally asked, his voice warm but a little sad.

“Not on things worth fighting for,” you replied gently.

Clark’s shoulders dropped, the tension in him melting just a little. “I always thought… letting someone close would put them in danger. But you’re here. You keep showing up. I don’t think I want you to stop.”

You smiled, soft and genuine. “Then don’t ask me to.”

For the first time, Clark let himself lean back and relax beside you. The room felt warmer, safer.

“Stay a little longer?” he asked quietly.

“Always,” you said.

Outside, the Watchtower kept orbiting Earth, but for once, saving the world could wait.