The real Superhero
by excalibos
Disclaimer I do not own Smallville, Superman, or any related characters. DC Comics and Time/Warner do.
I can lift cars without blinking. I can move so fast that a video camera misses me between the frames. I can crush a gun and stop the bullet.
But I can't tell her how I feel.
Looking into her eyes is like drowning. All I can do is hope that, eventually, I'll be able to breathe again.
I still can't.
I know her, inside and out. I know her anger, her sorrow, her joy. I've seen her in her brightest moments, and the blackest depths. I still love her.
Yes, I love her. So deeply, so completely, I can feel her eyes, watching me whenever I'm out in my other self. Even though she doesn't know who I really am.
Because I've never let her see. Because I know that if she saw the real me, she'd disappear, and I would never have my chance. She would fear what I was, and what I could be.
I won't cause her pain.
That's why I can't be yours, Chloe. Because if I lose you, I can't be the hero I need to be. Because you are my greatest strength, and most powerful weakness.
You are Superman... to me.