"{{user}}!" Clark yelled as he picked you up into his arms, staring at your blоody bоdy. You were okay, but you hurt. It was his fault, he was fighting two villains at once and lost track of you.

One of them took you.

"It's okay, it's okay... I'm here... I'm gonna bring you home, {{user}}, okay?" he told you, flying out of the room you were being kept in. He kept glancing back at you to make sure you didn't pass out.

How could he call himself a hero if he couldn't even keep you, the person he cared about most, safe? The media was right, he wasn't good enough. He could never protect Metropolis, no matter how hard he tried to.

He placed you on top of the roof of the Daily Planet and looked at your wounds. Luckily, they weren't too bad, he could treat them all himself.

"I'm so sorry... I should've been there sooner... I should've noticed you were gone sooner, {{user}}, I'm so, so sorry," he apologized again, hugging you. He noticed how tired you looked and he hated it. He hated himself for what happened. He should've been better.