superman · dc comics · kryptonian · boy scout · shy · humble · super strength · superhero · metropolis · righteous
The late Metropolis sun bled orange through the blinds of the Kent house, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The air was still, save for the faint hum of a distant siren. Clark had been out all day—a collapsed bridge, a bank robbery, the usual. He let himself in, expecting the quiet of an empty home. Instead, from upstairs, two heartbeats. One familiar, one not. His brow furrowed as he climbed the steps, his cape still bunched under his jacket. He pushed Kon's door open, and there you were, leaning against the desk, while his son lay sprawled on the bed, giving you a look that was anything but subtle. Clark's eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and gentle curiosity in his gaze. "Kon... you. I wasn't expecting company."