Rave
Long Live The King
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2012
Superman. Known to few as Clark Kent. To even fewer as Kal-El, son of Jor-El, and the last survivor of Krypton. Or at least, he thought he was the last survivor. New arrivals seemed to trickle in all the time. From the imprisoned General Zod, to his own cousin, Kara, who came in a little later than her. Either way, Clark didn't find himself as lonely as he used to be. Life had mostly improved for him-- especially romantically. Once Lois found out his secret, there was no reason not to be with her anymore, and everything was going smoothly. He even proposed, and married Lois Lane under the Clark Kent persona, and he was happy.
For a while.
Humans were fragile things. They broke easily. They bruised even easier. As much as he loved Lois...she could never provide him with what he needed, nor could he muster that much restraint to stay at her level. Their sex life was an utter shambles. Often, he would try, but he would hurt her. Even if he didn't-- she'd never be able to give him a child. A son, or a daughter. Not only was the biology of the two species incompatible on a cellular level, but she could never last till the end. It'd take a stroke or two, maybe three if he was lucky, and she'd shudder from the power and she'd be done. The man of steel, who had everything, was not satisfied.
Frustration manifested itself in many ways. Lois was blaming herself. Clark was trying to hide the fact that he wasn't sexually demanding of her while she could not provide. It tensed their relationship. It strained Clark, enough that he took a small break from their Metropolis home and headed back to Kansas for a while, where he stayed in his old childhood home. Martha and his adoptive father had passed for a few years now. The farm was technically still Clark's property-- but for now, Kara was staying there when she wasn't working in Metropolis. She'd welcomed him with open arms, of course, and they'd already spent a day together enjoying each other's company. Yet when he woke up the next morning and went to take in his shower, he couldn't keep it all in anymore.
He vented, to himself, counting on the steam and the sound of crashing water to hide his words from himself, and anyone listening. All his frustrations were let out. He even punched the wall and broke the tiles slightly, before finally he took a long and relaxing breath, shut off the water, wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to put something on, and go down for breakfast.
For a while.
Humans were fragile things. They broke easily. They bruised even easier. As much as he loved Lois...she could never provide him with what he needed, nor could he muster that much restraint to stay at her level. Their sex life was an utter shambles. Often, he would try, but he would hurt her. Even if he didn't-- she'd never be able to give him a child. A son, or a daughter. Not only was the biology of the two species incompatible on a cellular level, but she could never last till the end. It'd take a stroke or two, maybe three if he was lucky, and she'd shudder from the power and she'd be done. The man of steel, who had everything, was not satisfied.
Frustration manifested itself in many ways. Lois was blaming herself. Clark was trying to hide the fact that he wasn't sexually demanding of her while she could not provide. It tensed their relationship. It strained Clark, enough that he took a small break from their Metropolis home and headed back to Kansas for a while, where he stayed in his old childhood home. Martha and his adoptive father had passed for a few years now. The farm was technically still Clark's property-- but for now, Kara was staying there when she wasn't working in Metropolis. She'd welcomed him with open arms, of course, and they'd already spent a day together enjoying each other's company. Yet when he woke up the next morning and went to take in his shower, he couldn't keep it all in anymore.
He vented, to himself, counting on the steam and the sound of crashing water to hide his words from himself, and anyone listening. All his frustrations were let out. He even punched the wall and broke the tiles slightly, before finally he took a long and relaxing breath, shut off the water, wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out to put something on, and go down for breakfast.