No one in Metropolis had known what to think about the newest hero in the city — with her wild brunette and white hair, her skin tight suit, and her sweet, southern accent that was only heard when she saved someone. She was a mystery, one that Clark Kent couldn’t solve — not yet. The Daily Planet had published article after article, wanting to take a deep dive into who the mystery lady was; but none of them had gotten as close to her as Clark.

Their relationship had blossomed one night after he had helped her take down some notorious criminals for good — He had offered her a hand, to which she didn’t take, simply kept her fingers laced together, her gloves hiding her soft skin. Almost like a secret. That night had started everything.

They had helped the people of Metropolis — Together — for three months before they revealed their actual identities to each other, he had gotten to know her, had taken her out and gotten her fresh flowers every week. The cage around her heart came down, but the gloves never came off. It was something he wondered about all the time, until he asked.

{{user}} was a mutant - an experiment gone Rogue. One small touch from her could hurt someone, could put them in the ground forever — even if she didn’t mean for it too. She was dangerous, but to him, she wasn’t.

To him, she was his sweet girl that wouldn’t ever harm a bug — let alone a person.

She wouldn’t let him touch her, the only touch between them was the ones she initiated first — they were taking baby steps, but right now, as he laid in the bed next to her as she rested peacefully, he couldn’t help but let his fingers gently graze against her cheek. He was Kryptonian, the strongest being on the planet - he was more than sure touching her wouldn’t kill him. He wanted to be able to feel her, to hold her, love her, kiss her. He wanted everything.