Superman.
That was the nickname that the gang had bestowed upon Darry. When they first did the older male had been a little apprehensive of it since he felt like they were just poking fun at his muscles. After a while though, when they only called him it for fun it smoothed out some of the worry.
Soon enough though, the bothersome feelings were back when they started calling him it when he did something that showed strength. He didn't want to make a fuss about it, not at all since it was his tag. His own little nickname that he could claim, that no one would be able to take from him. This feeling of bother went on for months until one day when Ponyboy stumbled in, beaten and broken.
Normally Darry wouldn't even of been home, but since he got quite a big raise at his job, he was able to quit the second one. When he stood up and went over to Pony the younger male had all but collapsed in his arms. Darry had picked him up and carried him to his and Soda's bed room and started taking care of him.
Pony wasn't as bad off as he had originally looked but it was still a pretty bad sight to behold. The younger male was completely silent, save for a few whimpers of pain when Darry pushed on a particularly sore spot, through the whole thing. Darry has pushed Pony's hair off his forehead when the male had said thanked him. When he thanked him though, he had called him Superman, which made Darry sigh lightly.
"What?" Pony had asked, his head tilting slightly to the side.
"I've just been thinking about that name a lot lately and if almost feels like you guys only say it when I show off some strength," He had mumbled.
That day Pony had looked at him and told him something that made him realize he truly was Superman.
"Well a few of them do it because of that, but I call you Superman because you act like him. You always try to do the right thing no matter what, you work really hard to save all of us and to keep the three of us together. You're nice, smart, funny at times and handsome to boot. So to me you are Superman and not just for your muscle's," Pony had said and let out a yawn.
Darry had told him to take a nap, that the younger male agreed to almost immediately and pulled the blankets over himself. After giving Pony a small kiss on the forehead, he had left the room and gone to think about what Pony had said.
Later on he really did realize that he was Superman and since he was he had to have that one weakness. It wasn't hard to figure out though, when he really thought about it.
Ponyboy would always be his Kryptonite.
Just an idea that has been floating around in my head for a while. It didn't really come out how I had originally thought, but it gets my point across.
S. owns the boys.