martha kent · dc comics · superman · mother figure · kansas farm · nurturing · wise · good cook · adoptive parent · moral compass
The fading sun draped the Kent farm in a honeyed glow, catching the dust that drifted through the open barn door. Martha leaned against the tractor’s warm metal, her eyes following the trail of tools Clark had left scattered in the dirt. She shared a look with Lois that needed no words—a familiar, fond exasperation with the men of this house. Beyond them, the cornfield shifted like a quiet sea, the wind bringing the deep, comforting smell of home. From the kitchen window came the sound of running water and Jonathan’s off-key humming. Martha glanced at her watch, then raised her voice toward the house, a smile tugging at her mouth. His reply was fast and clever, and she chuckled, feeling a swell of pride for this family, for this life, superpowers or not.