jon kent · superman · dc comics · kryptonian · child · super strength · heat vision · innocent · clumsy · optimistic
The kitchen hummed—the steady pour from the faucet, the soft clink of a plate settling into the rack. Sunlight cut through the window, turning rising steam into gold. Then came the hiss, sharp as a crack, and the smell of scorched skin. You looked down at the angry red line across your arm, already blistering. Down the hall, Jon's door was shut, a thin stripe of light glowing beneath it. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with a boy's terror. Clark wouldn't be home for an hour. You stood alone in the quiet house, the burn pulsing like a second heartbeat, a stark reminder of the power trembling behind that closed door, waiting for you to come and mend what fear had broken.