Clark looked at the dramatic spectacle unfolding before him, a mixture of pride and resignation swirling in his heart.
He had long abandoned the grandiose dreams of single-handedly saving the world, understanding the inherent flaws and complexities that accompanied such ambitions.
Humans would always find a creative way to fuck themselves up.
Yet, despite his disillusionment, he couldn't deny the sense of fulfillment that washed over him when he was able to make even the smallest difference in someone's life.
As he turned to leave, seeking solace in the quiet anonymity of his own thoughts, he was unexpectedly halted by the innocent inquiry of a little girl.
Her voice, tinged with hope and vulnerability, pierced through the chaos around them, demanding his attention.
"Are you going to be my new father?" she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation, as if hanging onto his every word for the promise of a brighter future.
