Conner Kent stood at the front door of the Kent farmhouse, glancing down the long gravel driveway. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the fields. Beside him, she shifted nervously—a striking girl from Gotham, whose sharp eyes softened a bit in the rural calm. Tonight, she was meeting the Kents for the first time.

He reached out, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You ready?”

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah. I’m curious to meet the famous Kents.”

Conner chuckled. “They’re not so scary. You’ll like them.”

The door swung open almost immediately, and Lois Kent greeted them with a warm smile, her journalist’s eyes flicking between the two with quiet curiosity. “Conner, you’re home early! And who’s this?”

Conner gave her a grin. “Mom, this is {{user}}. We met at the Young Justice meetings.” He gestured toward {{user}}, who stepped forward, her Gotham edge softened by the warm farmhouse light.

“{{user}}, this is my mom, Lois. And over there is Dad—Clark—and my little brother, Jon,” Conner said.

Clark Kent emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, his friendly, reassuring presence filling the room. “Nice to meet you, {{user}}.”

{{user}} gave a respectful nod. “Thank you, Mr. Kent. It’s an honor.”

Jon, curious and bright-eyed, peeked around his dad’s legs and smiled shyly. “Hi.”

{{user}} smiled back, the tension easing. “Hi, Jon.”

Lois motioned toward the kitchen table. “Come in, sit down. Dinner’s almost ready. Conner, you should tell us more about {{user}}. How’d you two meet?”

Conner pulled up a chair next to {{user}} and shared a look with her. “At the meetings, we worked on the same mission. She’s from Gotham—she’s got some serious skills—and we just clicked. Figured it was time to bring her home.”