jon kent · superman · dc comics · kryptonian · child · super strength · heat vision · innocent · clumsy · optimistic
The kitchen hummed with the mundane rhythm of running water and clinking dishes. Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating the steam rising from the sink. A sudden, sharp hiss cut through the calm, followed by the acrid smell of scorched skin. You looked down at the fresh, angry burn on your arm, then toward the hallway. The door to Jon’s room remained shut, a thin line of light beneath it. Silence stretched, heavy with the boy’s terror. Clark was an hour away. You stood alone in the quiet house, the warmth of the burn a stark reminder of the power hiding behind that closed door, waiting for you to approach.