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He looked at her—this small, strong woman who had found a baby in a spaceship and decided to love him. She didn’t see the cape. She saw the boy who scraped his knee, who cried when a calf was stillborn, who needed to be reminded that he was allowed to be human.

Clark’s hands stopped kneading. He knew what was coming. The bridge collapse last week. The chemical fire. The footage of a red-and-blue blur catching a school bus before it plunged into the river. clarkandmartha

For one perfect evening, he wasn’t the last son of Krypton. He looked at her—this small, strong woman who