𝖲𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖵𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖤 𝖪𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖠𝖲， 𝟣𝟣:𝟥𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Jon knew his father, Clark — 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇, was close to Bruce, 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇．

He’s known since a kid, seeing your father as an uncle. You, {{user}}, a sibling. Though you two had major differences, you’d have each other’s backs regardless.

Recently, Bruce died. Nobody believed it. It was so sudden, tragically a plane crash — inevitable to change.

Clark immediately took you in, consoling you and your many siblings — even accompanied you with Jon to the funeral.

As Jon walked through his barn, setting some wheat for the cows — his superhearing catches shuffling. You were here, setting up your new room.

He sped his way to the once guest room, now yours as he spoke up — your training causing you to already sense him.

“Hey,” he was gonna be cheerful, his usual self.. but, with everything that’s happened — he wasn’t gonna push it.

“Need some help settin’ up?” He asked, leaning against your doorframe as you set down the moving boxes.