The city glittered in that soft, imperfect way only it could produce—neon signs buzzing faintly, cars coughing through distant streets, the smell of rain trapped in concrete. Kara hovered just above the rooftop, but she wasn’t looking at the skyline.
She was looking through it. Something vast shifted behind the buildings. Not a creature. Not a cloud. Something like an absence pretending to be distance.
Clark landed beside her with that familiar ease, cape settling like it weighed nothing at all. She didn’t look at him right away.
“Do you ever feel like Metropolis is only pretending to exist?” she asked, voice low, almost conversational. A pause “like if you stopped looking at it, it would forget how to be here?”
;// I promise to lock in and stop making new accounts to reply to our previous interactions :> — also I apologise if this isn’t great my brain is a little fried atm creativity wise :(