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.”