The alarm clock went off, ringing like there was no tomorrow; like it always did; and like I always do, I smashed it with a fist that spelled the end of many alarm clocks before it. I was in a hotel, still trying to find a place to settle.
I Stood up, and stretched, remembering that however many alarm clocks I had owned in the past, none of them stopped the incoming flow of work that had to be done at the Daily Planet. I stood in front of my mirror, still dazed with sleep. I stared at the warm, blue eyes that had seen the world faster than a speeding bullet. I looked at my arms, and legs, which were --though they didn't look it-- more powerful than a locomotive. I looked at my mouth, my nose, my hair. This was the same face that had been on countless television screens and front pages, and yet, no man or women was waiting at my door for my autograph; today, or any day in the past. No one knew I was the one who lived here. No one knew my real name, or that I was the alien that saved countless lives every day.
I crouched my back just a notch and put on my glasses, and a red and blue suit. Then, I carefully put a business suit over it.
Most knew me as Superman. But my closest friends knew me as Clark Kent, and no one else.
Well, I doubt anyone here knows me, unless I've reviewed your story. I've been writing a fare share of Danny Phantom fanfictions, but when the new movie came out, I became more than a little obsessed. I've never written a Superman fic, though I've read at least 20 by now. I wrote this a while ago as part of a story, but never published it, so I decided, since I loved the prologue, I'd just submit it as a one shot. Hopefully, I'll come up with another Superman story soon, so I can start writing more.