Who: Clark Kent and YOU. What: Heading out for a story. When: Afternoon. Where: The Daily Planet Press. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
He knew that he was wasting his time working at the Press. People were constantly gaping at him, his editor kept demanding that he show his tights and cape, and it didn't seem as though anyone was entirely interested in giving Clark Kent a chance at gaining a real story. They were just interested in the Man of Steel. They weren't interested in Clark Kent's existence. He was irrelevant. They just wanted to see their comic book hero in real life, doing whatever it was that they thought that he was supposed to be doing. Surely he went about doing just as much as he normally would have if he were back in Metropolis. He saved those that he could and he tried to keep a normal life in the balance here, at this newspaper. But how was he supposed to do that when Clark Kent was obviously a name that everyone knew? It seemed impossible. But after he had pulled the editor aside, Clark found himself staring down at a slightly more interesting activity. He had a story. Something about a series of robberies downtown. It was a story. One that Clark knew he could handle well enough. So he gladly took it and, all the while, did his best to avoid the remark about how he'd probably save the day in the process.
This city? It was really not making much sense to him. At all. He wanted his secret identity back. He wanted a life away from Superman. One where he could be invisible, if not for a second, just so that he could breathe. Picking up his briefcase, Clark shuffled out of the building with a small crowd, his mind already on the story at hand. He'd pull a few interviews -- as both Clark and Superman - and then hopefully he'd be able to get on the criminals. There were a lot more severe threats running around the city right now, like Zod, but Clark knew that there were other important things going on as well. He couldn't very well ignore them. Especially since Zod was so intent on laying low.
Moving out through the crowd, Clark paused on the corner and set his briefcase to the side. Then he pushed up his glasses and made an attempt at waving a taxi down. There weren't many vacant vehicles zooming his way, so he took a step back away from the curb and considered heading out by flight instead. But before he could have made a decision, Clark found himself bumping into someone from behind as he took another step back.
Terrified that he'd accidentally hurt whoever it was that he'd nudged, Clark quickly turned around, blue eyes going wide. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"