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Blue eyes peered out over the city, watching the night life from the balcony of his apartment. Like most nights as of late, he couldn’t really sleep. The real world had turned so upside down, and only seemed to follow him in his dreams.
Life as Clark Kent seemed harder and harder to embrace. Everyone required Superman’s attention, whether they to be saved, to love,
Hate was a pretty popular trend it seemed; even people at the Daily Planet were rallying behind the US Senators, and the bigwigs and individuals who proclaimed the inevitable; this world was theirs.
He didn’t disagree; after all,this was their planet. Their home...but wasn’t it his home, too? Apparently not. Whether the world felt otherwise or not, it didn’t change the fact that Martha and Jonathan had loved him more than anything. He was their son, and their hope.
But hope didn’t buy a lot in the big city, in a big world that now knew it wasn’t alone. What they wanted was for him to somehow fix what had been broken; to somehow justify the loss.
They wanted his blood to pay for what had been shed.
They wanted him to save them, and they wanted to destroy him all the same.
It was a feeling of complete heartbreak; of being torn between how he felt personally, and what it was that he should do. What was right? What did the world want?
Could he give it to them?
It was a concern that lingered on his mind constantly, and what led to many, many late nights sitting on the balcony in silence, overlooking the city as he listened to it. It often locked him in, keeping him unaware of the footsteps that neared.
