Clark Kent wants the fantasy.
He knows it's stupid and and juvenile and completely irresponsible, and every time he sees a flash of hurt darken Lois Lane's vulnerable brown eyes, he desperately wants
not to want the fantasy.
But he does.
Oh, he does.
Just this once, he wants to be stupid and juvenile and completely irresponsible - because he has always been mature beyond his years, ready to carry a world of responsibilities on his shoulders.
This is his fantasy, personified in a man who comes to work every morning, dressed in a conservative suit, an outrageous tie and glasses.
A man from this world.
A man who has no special abilities, nothing to set him apart from other men.
A man who, in spite of his ordinariness, is able to sweep the woman he loves off her feet, if not literally, at least figuratively.
So yes, Clark Kent wants the fantasy. Even if it means having to turn Lois Lane down for not loving him as the ordinary man that he is not.
His heart breaks a little more for Lois every time he sees how much he is hurting her. And he hates himself a little more each day.
But he can't stop loving the idea that she will love him as Clark Kent, the ordinary, non-superpowered Earthling that he is not. Only when he has made her love this ordinary man that he is not, can he reveal to her that he is the glorious hero that she has wanted all along.
Because God help the three of them, he wants the fantasy. Just this once, Clark Kent wants the fantasy.
Sorry, angelic. I couldn't resist.
Ann
