Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)
The window to the small, cheap apartment in Metropolis had been open. A cool breeze had lulled him into a peaceful sleep. The wear and tear of the day faded as he rested. His forehead wasn’t creased, eyebrows were relaxed and his jaw wasn’t clenched. Clark looked peaceful and his dreams were pleasant, even though he wouldn’t remember them fully when he awoke. One strong arm lay limp across his chest, while the other was flat on the bed beside him. The speed with which he bolted awake would have been impossible for anyone to even begin to comprehend (except maybe the Flash). One moment he had been on Krypton with someone important to him. He just couldn’t place his finger on who it was. The next moment he had put on his costume and was outside. The cool, cool breeze helped him wake up on his way to the bridge.
A support on the bridge had collapsed. It was a small bridge. Nothing spectacular or glamorous. There was no reason for it to have broken down, there could not have been that much weight on it. However, even if it was past midnight, there were bound to be people on the bridge. It had been their screaming that woke him.
Clark could see that there were way more people on the bridge than he had thought. One or two cars he could’ve have handled easily, but there were at least five or six scattered along the length of the bridge.
“Get off the bridge!” Clark shouted. He could hear the sirens of the emergency vehicles on their way. He counted several sirens. Ambulance, police and fire were on their way. The bridge just needed to hold out for them to get there.
Superman flew under the bridge and found the broken support. The bridge was starting to fall apart above it. Clark knew if he could replace the support it would hold the bridge above it long enough for the emergency crews to get everyone to safety.
Clark held up concrete the support had been holding, grimacing under the weight. It was harder than one might think to hold something up while flying. Lifting while on the ground was infinitely easier. The Earth’s weight was below you and there was something to push against. But in the air, it was purely strength. He took a deep breath and pushed with his great strength upwards.
Clark felt something powerful land on the bridge above him and he winced as he pushed back up further. What was that?
