Author Introduction: Alright, so these were initially solo flash fiction pieces that I had uploaded separately a few years ago, but seeing as I quite enjoy writing ongoing drabble series, I figured I'd start one up in the Superman fandom and reuse these drabbles I wrote several years ago. :) I'm a massive Superman fan, so the prospect of writing a drabble series for one of my all-time favourite fictional characters was far too tempting to pass up. As with most from the Superman fandom, Christopher Reeve is my favourite live action actor to play the part. He just was Superman to me, and has been since I was four years old. I have enjoyed every actor to play Supes to date, however. And keep your eyes peeled if you enjoy my work, because I intend to also write a drabble series for the Man of Steel 'verse too. :D For now, thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy. Feel free to submit word ideas for me to use. - Laura
Crimson
The Man of Steel was not accustomed to seeing his own blood, not at all used to feeling the warm, viscous rivulets of crimson red cascade over his skin. Why should he be? His skin was impenetrable. Well, it had been.
Not long before, he'd vanquished his own immortality, his alien heritage and his very powers for Lois Lane, the woman he had loved since the moment he laid eyes on her. The cunning investigated reporter who'd worked out his secret, discovered that Superman AND Clark Kent were one and same.
But, indeed, he was no longer Superman, no longer Kal-El...just the simple, average mortal man Clark Kent. And now Clark Kent gazed in astonishment to the smattering of blood smudged against the heel of his hand, fascinated and shocked at once by the throbbing pain in his lips where he'd been shoved violently into a glass pane. A bullying trucker had beaten him black and blue over the matter of a seat at a small burger joint some place whilst he and Lois were travelling back to Metropolis from the North Pole...from the Fortress of Solitude.
And what a great start to his new mortal life that had been.
Following the beating, Clark's heavily abused face had been awash with his own blood, blood which had never greeted his frost blue eyes in all the time he'd been alive, and been a resident of this planet.
To the humans he'd once pledged his allegiance to, seeing their own spilt blood was nothing special. But to Clark Kent, formerly Superman, seeing his alien blood, which once had no way of escaping, was a very big deal.
This drabble was based upon Superman II.