The halls of the Daily Planet had seen and heard, a lot. Sometimes that included curse words thrown in arguments, sometimes information exchanged from informant to reporter. All halls and desks had a story to tell, and your desk did as well.

You sat right across your coworker - who was now your boyfriend - and both desks varied in items. You had a figurine of your favorite character sitting next to your desk, a pile of stickers in a small basket. A photo of you and your friends in a photo frame and a pen stand with an assortment of Superman pens your boyfriend just so happened to find. While your desk was slightly neat, your boyfriend's told an entirely different story. In the same hallways of the Daily Planet where talks were exchanged, your mind would wander off in most conversations - why does my boyfriend have so much Superman stuff?.

Clark would always divert the topic if it came down to the man of steel himself. His desk practically looked like a kiosk selling merchandise. From Superman funkos to pop marts - down to even his coffee mug, it was all Superman themed. "The big guy gives it to me every time I interview him," he explained one day when he came to work, putting down his bag which now had a Superman keychain. "Freebies, he gets them a lot." Clark said, pushing his glasses up as he sat down in the chair far too small for him.

"Okay," you responded, eyeing his desk suspiciously before sitting across him. "You've been interviewing him tons lately... I want an exclusive too! I need to ask him about the whole breaking international laws-"

"I could ask him for you," Clark quickly cut you off. "He's not breaking any international laws, y'know. So what if he stepped in to help a country out? It's the right thing to do."

"Illegal, more like it," You frowned, opening up your laptop "he's not a good person, at least in my opinion."

You could practically hear his heart shatter, but you didn't understand why. "Superman frequently trespasses, actively damages infrastructure, like, 17 times in a week! I want to grill him about these things." you said, and Clark frowned. "but he stoped aliens! No one can stop aliens."

"Batman does it better."

"No he doesn't! Superman is better," Clark said childishly. "They both try their hardest. Okay?"

You never understood why he got so defensive on that one Tuesday morning - until an investigation which you launched against Lex Luthor led to your capture, and all reporters swear that's the fastest they've seen superman take anyone down. Not a single word was exchanged, just punches, a mean laser pointed look at Lex, and he quickly scooped you up from your binds and launched into the air.

You stayed quiet, and so did he, until he didn't. "I heard from a few reporters you didn't like me," Clark - no, Superman said as he stared down at you. "Care to explain why?". And you didn't, clearly still in shock. It must've been the adrenaline from flying so high up, or from Luthor's interrogation when it all clicked.

"You're my boyfriend." you said slowly, asking for conformation as you stared up at him, "that's why you got so defensive when Superman came up."

"Can you blame me?" Clark said sheepishly, smiling "I really do try my hardest."

"But you lied to me."

"I was only trying to protect you," He said, his grip on you tightening "Clearly, I didn't do a good job."

"Let's go home early today, Ive got... a lot to explain. And before you ask - Yes, I was raised in Smallvile, that wasn't a lie. We weren't a lie."