Author's Notes:
My second drabble for Challenge 287 – Superman at tw100. Not sure where this one came from. I'd hoped to get a couple of humorous drabbles written this week, but it hasn't happened, I've been too stressed to focus. So when the beginnings of this one popped into my head last night I scrambled to write it. Not entirely happy with the title or the last line, but I got what I was aiming for, I think, and it's the best I can manage without exceeding the word count.

Summary: He stands in the background and studies his hero.

Look at him, standing there staring out across his city, his home.

Tall, broad shouldered, standing straight and proud, head up as though scenting the air for trouble. A handsome man, dressed distinctively, his choice of clothing his armour against the world, a disguise to hide behind so that no one sees the real man.

There’s an air of mystery around him. He’s both more and less than he seems. Few people really know or understand him and he likes it that way.

Jack smiles. The world may only see Clark Kent, but looking at Ianto Jones, Jack sees Superman.