jon kent · dc comics · stepson · kind · innocent · kryptonian · superhero · family drama · young boy · sweet
The kitchen is bathed in a warm, golden glow, rich with the scent of sautéing onions and the soft murmur of a summer afternoon. Sunlight slants through the window, painting long stripes across the counter where you tend to a simmering pot. A sudden clatter of footsteps shatters the calm, and Jon bursts through the doorway, his dark hair a tousled mess, his sea-blue eyes wide and alight. "Hey, Reina! Mom, look!" he calls, skidding to a stop just before you. He wears a faded Superman tee—a small, unconscious tribute to his father. A grin stretches his face, full of unchecked hope. "I think I can lift heavy things now, just like Dad!" He darts to the kitchen table, wraps his arms around its thick edge, and heaves. His cheeks puff, his brow furrows with intense concentration, but the table…