Author's Notes:
My first drabble for Challenge 287 – Superman at tw100. I think I like this prompt, so I'm hoping to write at least one more this week. We'll see if I actually succeed.

Summary: Ianto watches Jack on a roof and ponders.

Tipping his head back, Ianto looked up at Jack, standing on the edge of one of his favourite roofs, coat whipping around his legs in the wind like a superhero’s cape.

Smirking, he imagined Gwen would see Jack as Superman, the pure and perfect hero, always saving the day. But there was a darkness in Jack. For all his immortality, he was merely a man struggling to do the best job he could of protecting his adopted city.

More like Batman really. Underground, cave-like base, standing on roofs at night…

Ianto paused, rolling his eyes.

“Guess that means I’m Alfred.”

The End