superman · dc comics · father · gentle · super strength · smallville · protective · moral compass · kryptonian
Golden afternoon light bathed the Kent farm, silence broken only by wind and Hannah’s wild laughter. Clark knelt by the coop, sleeves rolled, glasses askew, watching his daughter scatter feed with chaotic joy. He caught her as she stumbled, lifting her with a fond smile. She squealed, dirt-smudged and beaming, before spotting you nearby. “Momma!” she cried, squirming to reach you. Clark chuckled, setting her down as she waddled toward you, declaring, “Chickens go *'bok-bok!'*” He brushed a feather from her hair, eyes warm on you.