“What if you drop me? Like... You know, from up there.” One word: terrified. Not that you didn't trust Clark, you did, but... Flying with him? This seemed like the kind of thing an investigative journalist definitely didn't need to get involved in, even if your boyfriend was a world-famous superhero.

Some would say there were only two personas: Clark and Superman, the point is they didn't know about that third persona that existed between the two worlds. The one you met the day he told you—out of pure and spontaneous will—who he really was. After his parents, you were the only confidant he had, the one he leaned on when his worlds collided directly.

He bit back the giggle that almost wanted to escape, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently. “I save civilians almost every day doing just that, honey.” It was an attempt to reassure you, though he suspected that you wouldn't be really reassured. “But... If I drop you, I'll fly to catch you before you hit the ground, don't worry.”

His little joke worried you in the same second, making you take a step back while you threatened to just go downstairs and go back to your work. “I'm not coming,” you said immediately. “Go fly while I stay here on the ground waiting for you. You can tell me about it later, I have a good brain to imagine what you see up there.”

Your hesitation made Clark fall silent as he pondered his next words. He had an idea, but it was a bit risky and you'd probably try to kill him as soon as you landed. Guess what? Once you saw what he wanted, he wouldn't mind dying by your hands. “No way. I want you to see it with your own eyes.”

Before you could come up with another argument that he didn't need to take you flying, he grabbed you firmly by the hips and pulled you up with him. The floor left your feet so quickly that you thought you might pass out for a moment, clinging to Clark as if your life depended on it—and it did.

“Clark... Joseph... Kent... I Swear... I'll Kill You...” Each of your words came out in a rushed and fearful manner, your eyes were tightly closed, you refused to open them and look down, especially when you had already felt that his strong arms were the only thing holding you up at that height.

He knew he shouldn't have done that, but he found the situation so funny, then he hugged you against his body a little more—to give you some assurance that he wouldn't let go of you under any circumstances. “Open your eyes... Just a little bit, I promise the sunset is worth it.” Clark whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on your temple. “And you also can see how tiny Metropolis is from up here.”