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I love you. This is my world. You are my world.

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Clark Kent & Lois Lane in Man of Steel (2013) / Zack Snyder’s Justice League (2021)

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MAN OF STEEL | 2013, dir. Zack Snyder

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Thank you. For what? For believing in me.

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Lois Lane, Clark Kent I Daily Planet

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Post-Zack Snyder’s Justice League

The door slowly creaks shut behind her. She’s always loved that sound - it’s the exact same one theirs used to make, back when she was just a kid and they were stationed in Florida. Her mother hated it, she truly did, and her and Lucy used to tease her about how that unimportant, barely noticeable little thing was the only one that could get her mad in a world where apparently, nothing else could.

She was always so calm - so kind. Lois’ been thinking a lot about her, lately. Missing her more, too.

The day is almost over now, and the sky has turned a beautiful shade of orange that covers all of Kansas. In the distance, both Kents are still chatting with the movers and neighbours that have shown up to help, Dusty happily jumping and running circles around Clark, who distractively reaches to pat him as he throws his head back and laughs at what’s just been said.

He looks perfect.

The stupid, love-struck smile that grows on her face at the mere sight of him should probably be considered embarrassing, but she’s too busy memorizing every detail of what she’s seeing to care.

Without looking away, she leans on the wooden balustrade and hands him a bottle. From the corner of her eye, she makes out his small nod of gratitude. “Thanks.”

Ironic, really, that he's the one uttering the word first.

“Well, thank you, actually.” The happiness on their faces today, and days ago, when they first understood Martha had the family farm back, made her heart soar.

It still does. “It really means the world to them.”

He shrugs it off. “It was nothing,” and she guesses it must indeed be a drop in the ocean that is the Wayne fortune.

Still. Oddly enough, the words ‘it’s the gesture that counts’ do apply, despite it implying a gigantic amount of money. “As I’ve said to Clark, I just undid a mistake, that’s all.”

More than one, in fact.

“Thank you for bringing him back to us," and he finally looks at her at that. “To me. Yeah, I know - you did it to save the world and all that,” she smirks, glancing in his direction when he chuckles. “But that really doesn’t change anything. So, thank you,” she says again softly, making sure to meet his eyes this time.

There’s a lot behind them, all of the sudden. Guilt too, she thinks. But soon enough, they light up, just a little.

“You’re very welcome. Although you did save our asses at Heroes’ Park - and after, technically, so that thanking each other thing could go on for a while.” Lois snorts, amused, and takes a sip of her drink.

“Yeah, let’s not.”

“Congratulations, though,” he adds, gesturing in her general direction with his own. She smiles, her thumb finding the diamond of her ring on instinct.

“Given that you brought the groom back to life, and that you bought back his childhood home we’re going to have it in, you won’t be surprised to know that you’re invited to the wedding, of course. Alfred too, by the way - I don’t think they’ve talked much, but Clark really likes him.”

It’s his turn to snort, and the fact that she’s chatting and laughing with Batman as they both wait for Superman to end his own conversation almost makes her do the same.

“Yeah, Alfred likes him too. We’ll be happy to come.”

He glances back at her, just long enough for Lois to see something close to smugness reflect on his face. “But I wasn’t referring to your engagement - I was actually talking about the baby.”

Well. She’s willing to admit that on this one, the Dark Knight did manage to sneak up on her.

“Don’t tell me I’m showing already - it’s barely been two months, I’m not mentally ready to accept that."

The amusement is clear in his voice. “Not at all, no. The non-alcoholic beer you’re currently sipping on is a big clue, though.”

“Maybe I just prefer them to the regular ones,” and this time, it’s his disgust that transpires.

“I think it’s safe to assume that nobody in the world does. Also, this afternoon you and Martha were carrying around a baby basket, baby toys, and I saw her take heavy boxes from you with a very impressive scowl a couple of times.”

Lois chuckles. “Spoken like a true detective, I see - you should join us at the Planet.”

“Well, to be fair, I don’t deserve all the credit: I was pointed in the right direction from the start,” he adds. Then, continues at her questioning look. “Let’s just say the way Clark touched and looked at your stomach when I arrived was pretty telling. The non-stop beaming didn’t help his case, either.”

Her stomach warms up at that, at that dork of hers whose happiness had indeed done nothing more than grow since she told him he was going to be a dad, his blue eyes sparkling and the most beautiful smile on his face.

“Yeah, he’s pretty excited.” So is she. Excited, happy - so happy, when just a couple of weeks before, she thought she’d never get to be ever again.

If only she could shake off the heavy weight that settled in her gut. “Let’s just hope that baby doesn’t get to live in a world ruled by Darseid.”

She doesn’t have to look at him to feel the tension that suddenly fills him. She’s starting to know it pretty well herself, after all.

“We’ll make sure he won’t.” She can see it in his eyes: the same worry, the same fear that’s been haunting her since Clark told her everything. There’s something else behind them, too, something she can’t quite put her finger on. A burden.

He looks so sure, though - so determined. A hero taking up a mission to save the world, once again.

Before Lois can add anything, the sound of engines starting up resonate, and they both look ahead to see the cars backing up the alley, and Martha and Clark turning away from them to head up to the house.

“I better go, too,” he says, straightening up.

Following his lead, Lois leans back, smiling when her eyes find Clark’s in the distance. When she looks back at him, the shadow has left Bruce’s face, the troubles of the world’s fate momentarily fading. She has no doubt it will be back soon enough.

Lois smirks, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can try. But I hope you don’t have dinner plans, because there’s no way Martha is letting you leave her house before she puts food in you.”

Taking a sip of his beer, Bruce smiles.

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She saves him just as much as he saves her.

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I love you.

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Clark Kent// Superman - ZSJL character palette 3/6

“Burdened by a secret on top of grief”

Clark, you were sent here for a reason. And even if it takes you the rest of your life, you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is. Love them, Kal. The way we loved you. Fly, son. It’s time.

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She’s not exactly sure what wakes her.

It takes her a second to remember where she is, and, when she does, why she’s laying on the sofa and not their bed. It comes back fast enough, though. Despite the warmth surrounding her, a chill runs down her spine.

The lights are dimmed now, she realizes. She smiles at the blanket that’s been carefully wrapped around her in her sleep, and that falls to her waist as she sits up. He’s home.

The clock reads 2:37 am. She stretches her neck as she makes her way through the house, grateful that at least, they don’t have to go to work tomorrow. It’s not like they’re going to get any real rest anyway, but it’s something.

She finds him exactly where she expected him to be. Exactly where she’d been earlier herself, her stomach twisting and her heart full of - so many things. Love, mostly. Fear, gratitude.

He’s leaning in the doorway, back in his civilian clothes. He doesn’t come back home in his suit anymore. Well, at least not in daylight - she still gets to see him flying through their bedroom window in the middle of the night, and she loves that. Tonight, she understands why he didn’t feel like keeping it on longer than he had to, despite the late hour.

His shoulders are hunched, the invincible weight of his guilt and what he just experienced weighing heavily on them. From where she stands, she can see those things carved into his face, too. His jaw tense, his eyes sadder than she ever wants them to be.

From the beginning, they both knew there were going to be days harder than others, sometimes terribly so. After all, even Superman can’t always save the day, as much as he wants to (and God, how he wants to).

Knowing it never makes it easier, though. Especially when kids are involved - especially on terrible nights like this one, when so many of them were.

The images of tonight’s news, the faces and cries of heart broken parents come back to her, and she feels nauseous again.

She crosses the small distance left between them and wraps her arms around his chest, his warmth immediately spreading to her body. She holds him as tight as she can, and raises on her tiptoes to leave one, two kisses on the back of his neck as he laces their fingers together over his belly.

She wants to tell him that it’s not his fault, that he tried. To remind him that he’s done everything that he possibly could have. She’s much too aware of the fact that none of these statements will bring him any confort. Not much will, not for a while.

So, instead, Lois just holds him even closer. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she whispers against his shirt.

She can feel the tension of his shoulders underneath her cheek, and she hates it. She lets her lips travel on his back, hoping to help fade it away. She slides against his body then, just enough so that she’s leaning against his side, her head against his arm, her free hand running slow circles on the small of his back. Her eyes immediately find what his still haven’t looked away from.

“He has a bruise on his arm,” he says after a few minutes, and Lois smiles. Of course he would notice, even in the dark, even something that small. He always does.

“Yeah, he slipped on the rug after he brushed his teeth tonight. I told him we’d watch Toys Story and he got too excited, even though he was snoring halfway through,” and her smile gets bigger when he chuckles a little at that.

He actually fell asleep well before that, exhausted after having spent most of his Saturday playing soccer with Clark. Still, Lois had kept him tugged against her, delaying bringing him to his bed to just hold him, look at him, her fingers brushing his dark hair back over and over again.

Their perfect little boy.

His arms lay either side of his head now, his mouth slightly opened. He sleeps on his back, just like her, but for the life of her, she doesn’t know where he got that habit of kicking the covers all around everytime without fail from, restless even in his sleep.

“I can’t believe he’s almost six.” Clark’s thumb runs a slow pattern on the back of her hand, soothing.

“I know,” he says. “He gets mad when I call him my baby boy now - it’s ‘big boy’ or nothing,” and she chuckles.

“He still loves it.” As much as he loves letting them know how grown up he is, she knows he does. Knows how much he adores his dad, just like Clark does him.

His voice is barely audible when he speaks again.

“We’re really lucky.” She tightens her grip around him. It almost hurts, but she doesn’t care.

They really are.

He shifts, then, eventually looking away from Jon and at her, his eyes impossibly blue. His hands travel over her shoulders, her neck before framing her face, and she sighs in content as she gets to properly hold him, just like she’s been wanting to all night.

“I love you.” Lois bites her lip and let her eyes fall close, brings their foreheads together. His words make her heart flutter, just like they always do.

“I love you.” So much.

His kisses are soft and tender, and she lets them lessen the weight of the night, hoping it does the same for him. When he opens his eyes and smiles at her, she thinks that it does, if only for a few moments.

She leaves another kiss on his chin, and whispers how much she loves him again before her fingers find his. “Bed?”

Clark nods. “Yeah - I’ll be there in a sec.”

With a smile his way, and a last glance at Jon’s sleeping form, Lois leaves him to tug and kiss their son goodnight, and heads to their bedroom.

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