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Ordinary People: Clark Kent/Superman/Kal-El
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“Good!” you proclaim loudly. “Because I am a strange visitor from another planet.”

So easily do the words trip off your tongue, so seamlessly do you blend them into the conversation that you almost wonder if you’re dreaming. Almost but not really, because not even in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine being so comfortable with yourself.

Lois is with you. She loves you. She is not mad, not if her warm smiles and warmer touches and heated kisses are anything to go by. In fact, she is teasing and open, and for all her frustration with the primitive island, she chooses to remain here with you--even when you offered her an out.

But it’s more than that. Something beyond the miracle of Lois herself knowing, knowing, and still smiling and touching and kissing. Something even deeper and more primal.

Something about you.

You’ve always wanted to be Clark Kent, a desire crystallizing and solidifying the moment your parents told you the truth and you realized your identity was in question.

Superman is someone you’ve grown to need and accept, the part of yourself that doesn’t fit into Clark Kent but is a natural manifestation of him and his desire to help. And though there have been times when you’ve hated him or envied him or even been disappointed in him, you know you cannot give him up. He’s every bit as much a part of you as the ordinary parts of Clark Kent.

But there is more to you than that, and you didn’t even realize you were running away from that until now, when the admission slips so easily, so daringly, from your lips.

Kal-El. The last son of Krypton. The stranger from another planet. Alien and alone and set apart by blood and bone and birth.

You’ve locked this part of you away, probably the moment your parents told you that you came from a spaceship and you realized you didn’t want to lose Clark Kent. You took it out and examined it by the light of those messages in the globe, named it--Kal-El, foreign and unknowable--and let go of your vague anger toward parents who now had faces and names and justified motives.

But accept it? Embrace it?

You couldn’t do that. Not until now. Until today. Until the moment Lois--the most human Human to ever live--hung trustingly in your arms and tethered you to the earth with her love.

She will not let you go, and so now, for the first time ever, you are everything you are meant to be.

Clark Kent.

Superman.

Kal-El.

All of them united in your love for Lois Lane. Strong and cohesive and accepted.

This is, you decide yet again, the best day of your entire life.

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