The taxi ride back from Metropolis was a world away from the one that had taken them there. The nervous, electric anticipation that had filled the car that morning had melted away, replaced by a warm, comfortable silence. The city's imposing skyline, a jagged line of ambition and glass, shrank in the rearview mirror, giving way to the sprawling, gentle embrace of Kansas fields under the soft, orange glow of the setting sun.
Lana sat beside him, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. She had slipped her hand into his somewhere along the highway, and their fingers remained interlaced, a simple, profound connection. Robert could feel the steady, content rhythm of her pulse through her palm. He watched the landscape blur past, but his focus was entirely on the weight of her against him, the scent of her shampoo—something like apples and sunshine—mingling with the faint, city-smell of exhaust and pretzel stands that still clung to their clothes.
He didn't need to absorb solar energy; in this moment, he was powered by a different, more delicate kind of warmth.
"I still can't believe you talked me onto that Ferris wheel," Lana murmured, her voice drowsy with happiness. "I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest."
Robert smiled, his thumb tracing a slow circle on the back of her hand. "You were the one who insisted we go higher. 'One more level, Robert, I want to see the whole city!'" he teased, mimicking her voice gently.
She pinched his side, making him jump. "I did not sound like that. And you were just as scared. I felt your hand tighten."
"Awe," he corrected softly, looking down at her. " It was awe." He wasn't just talking about the view. The entire day had been a series of small, perfect view . The way she'd laughed, unrestrained and loud, during the silly animated movie, her hand constantly diving into the shared popcorn bucket. The focused, adorable wrinkle in her brow as she'd tried to decipher a modern art sculpture at the museum, declaring it "a mood." The simple act of sharing a ridably oversized milkshake with two straws. They were all fragments of a normalcy he had only ever observed from the outside, and now, he was living them, fully immersed.
The movie had been a forgettable action flick, but he would remember forever the way the colored light from the screen played across her face in the darkness, the way she'd leaned towards him during the quiet moments. The "beautiful place" had been a rooftop garden overlooking the city, a hidden oasis she'd read about online. They had talked for what felt like minutes but was actually hours—about everything and nothing. School, their friends, her dreams of traveling, his vague but sincere interest in science.about, about mother death. It was the good day, because for those hours, that was his life.
The taxi rolled to a gentle stop in front of The Talon. The familiar, warm lights from the coffee shop windows spilled onto the sidewalk, a beacon of home.
"We're here," the driver announced.
The spell was broken, but the warmth remained. Robert paid the driver and stepped out, offering his hand to Lana. She took it, sliding out of the car with a soft sigh. The taxi pulled away, its taillights disappearing into the deepening twilight, leaving them alone in the quiet of the Smallville evening.
They walked slowly to her front door, their footsteps echoing softly in the still air. The porch light was on, casting a golden pool of light that made her skin glow. She turned to face him, her back to the door, her eyes searching his.
"I had… the best day, Robert," she said, her voice sincere and a little breathless.
"Me too, Lana," he replied, his own voice low. "The best."
He meant it with every fiber of his being. This day, this simple, human date, felt like a greater victory than any cosmic feat he could ever accomplish. It was a day he had built, not with reality-warping power, but with patience, with kindness, with the courage to be vulnerable.
A nervous, determined look flashed in her eyes. She rose up on her toes, her hands coming to rest lightly on his chest for balance. Robert's world narrowed to the space between them. He could feel the incredible, fragile rhythm of her heart, sense the slight tremble in her hands. He leaned down, meeting her halfway.
Her lips were soft and warm, a fleeting, gentle pressure that tasted of strawberry lip gloss and the sweet remains of their milkshake. It lasted only a second, two at most, a whisper of a kiss that held the weight of their entire day.
Then, as quickly as it had happened, it was over. She pulled back, her cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, her eyes wide as if surprised by her own boldness.
"Goodnight, Robert," she whispered, and before he could even form a coherent thought, let alone a reply, she had spun around, fumbled with the door handle, and slipped inside, the door clicking shut behind her.
He stood there, rooted to the spot. The ghost of her kiss lingered on his lips, a brand of pure, simple happiness. A slow, wide, utterly unreserved smile spread across his face, a smile that reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. He could still feel the impression of her hands on his chest, a warmth that seeped through the fabric of his shirt and straight into his core.
For a long moment, he just stood there, under the porch light, smiling like a fool at a closed door.
Finally, he turned and began the walk home. The night was clear and cool, the sky a deep velvet blue dusted with the first, brave stars. The walk that usually felt short now seemed to stretch, giving him room to breathe, to process. The smile never left his face.
But as he left the town limits and the darkness of the country roads enveloped him, his thoughts, inevitably, began to drift.
Fifteen years.
The thought arrived not with a bang, but with the quiet clarity of the stars above. He had been Robert Kent for fifteen years. In that time, he had learned control. He had learned to absorb sunlight, to absorb kinetic force, to never spill a drop of the immense ocean of power within him. He had become a master of restraint, a guardian of secrets, a devoted brother and son.
But when was the last time he had truly experimented? When had he last tried to see what lay beyond the shores of control? He had created the AllSpark and the Transformers out of a practical need for protection. It had been a project, a solution. It wasn't play. It wasn't curiosity.
He had spent a decade and a half building the perfect, peaceful dam, but he had never once opened the floodgates just to see what the river could do.
He looked down at his wrist, at the seemingly ordinary Casio watch.
"Bob," he said softly.
The air hummed. With a series of silent, intricate clicks, the watch unfolded, the tiny robot standing proudly on his wrist, his blue optics bright in the darkness.
"Yes, Master? I trust your social engagement was optimally successful? Your biometrics indicate elevated endorphin levels."
"It was perfect, Bob," Robert said, his voice calm. He kept walking, his eyes fixed ahead on the distant, warm lights of the Kent farmhouse. "But I have something to do now. I'm going to put you in the dimensional storage for a little while."
Bob's head tilted. "Why, Master? My systems are fully operational. I can continue to monitor your vitals and the surrounding environment. Is there a perceived threat?"
Robert shook his head. "No threat. It's just… something I need to do on my own."
"I will tell you later," he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Bob,simply nodded. "Acknowledged, Master. I await your reactivation."
Robert held up his other hand, the air shimmering as the portal to his personal dimension rippled open. He gently plucked Bob from his wrist. The little robot gave one last, loyal chirp before Robert tossed him gently into the endless blue. The portal sealed, and the night was silent once more.
The watch was gone from his wrist. The last tether to the day's events, to his role as a boyfriend, a brother, a son, was temporarily put away. He was alone now, just Robert and the universe thrumming inside him.
He stopped walking, standing in the middle of the deserted road, halfway between the town and his home. The farmhouse lights twinkled in the distance, a symbol of everything he loved and protected. He turned his gaze upwards, to the incomprehensible vastness of the cosmos.
He had spent fifteen years learning how to be human. Tonight, he decided, it was time to remember what else he could be.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time, he stopped holding the river back. He simply let it flow.
[Ok readers becuase of u request i Shortcut this chapter and mc will soon harness omega ]
(Ok, female character which on u want to see in mc harem)
[harley quinn]
Or
[Catwoman]