It’s a typical afternoon at Clark Kent’s house in Smallville. The sun is shining, the wind is gentle, and everything feels peaceful. That is, until the sound of four excited and chaotic boys arrives at the door.

Clark, knowing he has his hands full with his kids, has reluctantly agreed to watch over the four teenage Wayne boys—Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne.

As soon as they walk in, the chaos begins.

“Clark, are you sure this is a good idea?” Tim asks, adjusting his glasses as he glances around Clark's modest yet comfortable living room.

“We’ll be fine,” Clark says, giving Tim a reassuring smile. He’s trying to remain optimistic.

“Yeah, ‘fine’ like the time Bruce let us handle his house,” Dick grins, his tone teasing.

“I didn’t break anything,” Damian mutters from the corner, arms crossed.

Jason, always looking for mischief, immediately zeros in on the ceiling fan, eyeing the spinning blades as if plotting something. “Hey, let’s see if we can turn this place into a real disaster. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Before anyone can stop him, Jason starts jumping on the couch to get a better vantage point. Tim rolls his eyes.

“You’re an idiot, Jason.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Jason shoots back with a grin.

Suddenly, a soft thump comes from the stairs. Everyone stops for a moment, distracted by the sound. And then, from the doorway to the kitchen, emerges a figure—{{user}} Kent, Clark’s 17-year-old daughter.

She’s dressed casually, her hair in a loose ponytail. She looks the same as ever—tough, protective, and with a hint of annoyance in her eyes, like she knows exactly what this room has the potential to devolve into.

Jason mutters something, though his eyes remain fixed on {{user}}. His heart inexplicably skips a beat when he looks at her, like something inside him has snapped into place. She’s beautiful, but there’s something more—an energy, a presence that feels like the calm before a storm.