This is just a short drabble that popped into my head after watching the movie, and seeing Martha outside the hospital, unable to see her son. I can't say I know what it feels like but I made an effort to express what she must have been feeling at the time. Hopefully it came out okay
She watches the hospital doors.
They're closed to her, just like they're closed to everyone else as the world holds its breath. Waiting.
But she's not everyone else.
She's not here to see Superman, not here to see if the man of steel will live or die. No, she's here to see her son, and the world has denied her admittance.
And so she is forced to
wait.
Millions of people wait with her and she both loves them
and hates them at the same time.
Who are they to stand out here and await the fate of her son when not one of them really knows him?
They didn't watch him grow, watch him struggle with newfound powers, offer him guidance and a shoulder to lean on when the weight of the world became too much.
Who are they to block the way to her son when none of them would give Clark Kent the time of day?
But who is she to begrudge them their hero, today in a time when a hero is so desperately needed?
She can't, and she is grateful for the support they've come to give. So she waits.
And the doors remain closed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Martha, Clark, or anyone of anything else affiliated with Superman. Be pretty cool if I did though…
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