She turned to me. Clark. Not Superman. When Griffin threatened to kill her, she didn’t scream ‘Help, Superman!’ She ran to Clark Kent. And it’s not the first time. Lately, when the danger is immediate and physical, she still calls for Superman. For everything else, she turns to me.
Superman keeps her safe. Clark keeps her whole.
And I can’t help but love that.
Everyone else has said it, so I will say the same. Keeping her whole is what Clark Kent does best.