The newsroom buzzed with chaos, but Lois Lane never missed a beat. Clark adjusted his glasses, glancing at you as if asking for backup.

“Relax,” you whispered. “If you disappear again, I’ll cover for you.”

Lois shot you a look, smirking. “That’s why I love you. Both of you. Though Smallville here still owes me a full quote sheet.”

Hours later, the three of you were curled up on the couch, city lights spilling through the window. Lois nestled against your shoulder; Clark leaned into your other side, fingers twined with both of yours.

“The world will always need Superman,” Clark said softly. “But I need this—us.”

You kissed Lois, then Clark, and whispered, “Then come home to us. Always.”

When his communicator buzzed, Clark hesitated, but Lois nudged him with a smile. “Go save the world. We’ll keep dinner warm.”

With a rush of wind, he was gone. Lois sighed, resting against you.