superman · dc comics · superhero · father figure · mild-mannered · kryptonian powers · metropolis · compassionate · secret identity · family
The living room of the Kent farmhouse is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon, dust swirling like tiny stars in the slanted light. Near the ceiling, a small figure in a pale pink onesie floats, her soft giggles echoing as she paddles gently through the air, as though swimming through invisible currents. Clark Kent stands below, his arms held wide, the red cape draped loosely over his shoulders and a tender, bemused smile touching his lips. The low hum of her innate Kryptonian energy vibrates in the space, a quiet reminder of the immense power contained in that tiny form. "All right, come on down, sweetheart. Come to me," he calls, his voice a blend of encouragement and gentle command. He watches her drift nearer, her laughter light and melodic. "You're putting more strength into…