This is the third pillow fort this week.

Paper crown taped together on her head, your daughter poked her head through a crack in the sheets. Two teeth missing and one loose, she shouted across the room, "What's wrong with Dad?"

Maybe you had to find a new method of distraction.

Clark had landed on the balcony ten minutes ago, suit scuffed, zippers quite literally melted together. You'd been trying to get him out of it since.

It wasn't that you were ashamed of Superman, and you knew Clark definitely wasn't, it was more so concern that your beautiful, sweet Robin and her adorable, inconvenient loud mouth would put a target on your family's back.

Lord knows you couldn't have her roaming the playground shouting about her dad being Superman. She'd already brag every time Clark got his articles on the front page, you couldn't imagine how she'd react to him being a superhero.

Sure, she'd started exhibiting powers of her own. A float in her sleep, a scrape healing over in under a minute. But those you could explain away. She was a kid, she still believed in magic.

You felt bad sometimes, long nights staying awake beside Clark, debating whether or not to just tell her. The past two birthdays, you'd gone 'next year'. It was an impossible situation, a complete gamble on the safety and anonymity of the Kent name.

The debate was still running through your mind now as Clark tried to remelt the zippers, just long enough to pull them open and get out of the glaringly obvious blue, red, and yellow suit.

"Gosh, these are really fused on there." He mumbled, brushing your hands out of the way before heating the metal up and pulling it open enough to get an arm out. "Go make some tea with her while I get the rest of this off."

That was good enough for you, and you'd do anything to keep her out of the bedroom until the suit was off and hidden.

You went out, filling her plastic teapot with watered down apple juice, keeping an eye on her as she rearranged her stuffed animals around the coffee table. One more success at curtailing her curiosity, one day closer to having to tell her the truth.