[ EU ] You 're a psychiatrist having your first session with Superman

This is my first time really trying to write, especially anything like this and admittedly I feel somewhat amateurish after reading the other two in the thread. So any criticism or advice would be welcome... hope you enjoy. 
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 `` Dr. Kloc, your 3 o'clock appointment is here'', Janice's voice buzzed through the intercom. 
 
 When this appointment was scheduled a week ago, he was tempted to clear his schedule immediately to fit this person in. His typical patients may consist of the manic-depressive housewife, over-medicated ADHD child ( which coincidentally Dr. Kloc did not necessarily believe in, but took the appointments all the same ), or OCD-ridden college student. Not today, though... today was different. Today was the type of day where he felt his years of training would get some good use -- -or at least he'll have a story to tell at the weekly poker game. 
 
 The handle to his office door turned and the first glimpse he saw of this patient was a red boot... then blue tights... next an emblem of sorts on the chest, possibly an `` S''. Now fully in the room, the doctor was met with a 6'4'', 30-something male, standing uncomfortably erect, with a red flowing cape trailing him into the room. His chiseled frame lent some credence to the name written in Dr. Kloc's appointment book. His meticulously coiffed hair reminiscent of a 50's greaser or a Shark from West Side Story. The doctor's average sized hand was engulfed by the stranger's. The handshake was firm but felt as if the patient was trying not to squeeze for some reason or another. 
 
 `` Hello, I'm Dr. Kloc. I've been looking forward to meeting you.'' 
 
 `` Superman is what most people call me.'' The patient responded. 
 
 `` Well, it's nice to meet you Superman. Take a seat... get comfortable'', the doctor instructed. 
 
 Looking at his options -- reclining chair or a sofa with ottoman -- he explained that he'd prefer to stand. 
 
 Dr. Kloc did n't push the issue and asked Superman to explain the reason for his visit. 
 
 The next half hour was a whirlwind... it was amazing the stressors this man discussed. Growing up on a small farm in Kansas, he soon realized he was different than other kids. Bigger, faster, stronger. Then came the x-ray vision, not the look-through-girls-skirts-and see-their-panties type, this was the see-through-someone's-clothes-skin-muscles-and organs type vision... then the flying... the super hearing... it was hard on him as a child and teen. Dr. Kloc's hand was writing so franticly that he could barely keep up ( luckily he recorded sessions as well ). As an adult he'd been tasked with saving the world day after day... pining for a news reporter who followed his `` career''... trying to get people to see the evil in the philanthropic Lex Luthor... and a rivalry of sorts with someone he only referred to as Bruce, who lived in a different metro area. It was all becoming too much for him. 
 
 `` You help out so many others on a daily basis. What do you do for yourself? ``, Kloc queried. 
 
 `` Well...'' Superman thought aloud...'' I built myself a fortress'' 
 
 `` A fortress? ``, the doctor asked, hoping for a deeper explanation. 
 
 `` Yes... it's the place I go to be alone with my thoughts... I call it the Fortress of Solitude. ``, he explained. 
 
 The doctor delved deeper into Superman's personal life. Did he have friends? Hobbies? Romantic relationships? Zip, Zilch, Nada. Life sure seemed hard for someone who does so much for so many others. 
 
 As the doctor prepared to ask his next questions, he noticed Superman with a focused look on his face. Superman turned his head in such a way that his right ear was facing the window. 
 
 `` Dr. Kloc... I apologize. I'm needed elsewhere. A woman's in trouble'' 
 
 Before Dr. Kloc could ask what he meant, Superman opened the 10th story window... 
 
 `` What are you doing?! ``, the doctor yelled. 
 
 Superman took off... and fell... fast... and hard. The blue tights now mixing with a deep red liquid. 
 
 The doctor stood by his open window... mouth agape... what would possess someone to... he had to know more about this Superman. 
 
 An investigation ensued... detectives arrived... questions were asked. Once the authorities were satisfied with the doctor's story and explanations, he had a question for them. `` When you find out who he is, can you please let me know? He was my patient, even if for so very brief a time'' 
 
 A couple of weeks went by with no word from the authorities. Dr. Kloc found himself pouring over his notes he wrote down so frantically that day. 
 
 -- Delusions: superpowers???? 
 -- Auditory hallucinations 
 -- Family? 
 -- Friends? 
 -- Who is Bruce? 
 -- Paranoid Schizophrenia? 
 
 He knew this `` Superman'' for less than 2 hours, but he had so many unanswered questions. Then in the 3rd week following Superman's death, Detective Jones dropped off a package for the doc. When Janice showed the package to Dr. Kloc, he had her immediately clear his schedule for the day. 
 
 Dr. Kloc closed his office door sat down at his desk and began to open the package. He pulled out a folder. At the top of the folder was a name.....Clark Kent. 
 
 He read... and read... bits of information stuck out more than others. 
 A newspaper clipping: `` Smallville farm destroyed by tornado. One survivor: Boy, 8'' 
 Two obituaries: `` John and Martha Kent. Loving parents to Clark'' 
 Jefferson Foster Care Agency: `` Foster Parents: Thomas and Martha Wayne, son Bruce'' 
 
 After his parents died, Clark was shuffled around the system. From foster home to foster home. Two years in foster care system can jade even the youngest of souls. Then one day Clark was introduced to the Waynes who had located him through an adoption service. They were interested in bringing Clark into their home. All was well for 6 months, then tragedy struck. Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered. Leaving Bruce and Clark alone. Unfortunately for Clark, the adoption had yet to be finalized and, as such, he was in sent back into the system. 
 
 Dr. Kloc continued through the file: 
 
 A Crayola-laden picture of a young Clark dressed very similarly as 
 that fateful day, he was flying to save a woman and man screaming 
 help in their home....a tornado bearing down on it 
 
 It became evident to the doctor that Clark created Superman as his way of coping with his hardships. Superman could have saved John and Martha Kent....Superman could have saved Thomas and Martha Wayne... Superman would n't have struggled at new schools... Superman was strong... people liked Superman... 
 
 Superman helped Clark graduate high school and become somewhat productive. He even found work. 
 
 Employment records: Fired from LexCorp. Janitorial Worker 
 
 This firing seemed to be the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. He came to see Dr. Kloc, one week later. 
 
 Clark was in pain... pain caused by that tornado so many years ago. Superman had brought Clark so far, especially given the circumstances. Superman understood the trials... the tribulations. Maybe jumping out the window was Superman's last effort to truly end Clark's suffering.
