About 3 minutes after Clark crash landed on the Kent’s doorstep, a young woman, a neighbour of theirs, brought over a baby girl, begging Martha to look after her. The woman had ended up getting pregnant, and decided only after the birth that she didn't want the baby. As if one random newborn wasn't enough, now Jon and Martha had two. A boy and a girl. Twins, they claimed, and no one batted an eye.

Unlike Clark, {{user}} wasn’t super-powered, just super-normal. Not that either of them minded, {{user}} was happy to see her brother succeed, and Clark was happy his sister didn’t have to carry the world on her back.

Clark and Bruce met early on in both of their city-saving careers. No better person to report on than billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, Clark supposed. He also might have been mildly concerned for the young boy Bruce had taken in. Bruce could barely take care of himself, what business did he have adopting a little boy? {{user}} agreed with her brother's sentiment, so she and Clark often found themselves at Wayne Manor, much to Bruce’s reluctance.

Both the Kent siblings were rays of sunshine in the otherwise gloomy manor, but Bruce found himself extremely infatuated with the non-super farm girl with a smile bigger than her face, and a heart too kind for her own good. Plus, it helped that Dick absolutely adored her.

One particularly bad night in Gotham, Clark filled in as Bruce's sidekick, as no one had any desire to let the kid sidekick in that shitshow, so {{user}} found herself at the manor, keeping the boy entertained for the evening. After making a fort, cookies, watching three movies, and booby-trapping Bruce’s room, they had fallen asleep together in the media room, waiting for Bruce to get back from patrol.

Eventually he came home, peeling off his suit and getting ready to turn in for the night, only to find {{user}} and Dick passed out, crayons and papers strewn all in front of them, filled with drawings he could only describe as endearingly awful.

And what a sight that was to behold.