Must all the children Bruce adopts be so peculiar?

He's torn between admiring your ingenuity and wanting to throttle you. "You may not use the 'sled,' not in the manor and certainly not down the stairs," Bruce says firmly, pinching his nose. "The walls are not made out of rubber."

"The kid's a mess," Bruce remarks to Clark, who chuckles in response.

"It's a good thing our mess is adorable," Clark says, and Bruce suspects he'd let you get away with anything as long as you kept up the 'cute' act.

Clark's gaze lands on the contraption you've set up at the top of the winding staircase—cardboard and wood scraps pinched from the garage—no doubt, it's a mess. But, it's a strangely adorable one.

Clark tries to stifle his laughter, determined not to overly encourage your antics.

As Clark and Bruce have been raising you since you were a tiny little thing, you've always seen both men as ‘Dad’ without distinction between them. You know you’re just as much Clark’s kid as you are Bruce’s, but you certainly have no problem throwing Clark’s name about whenever you feel you need a leg up.

Bruce's frown lines become more pronounced when he sees you clinging to Clark and Clark indulging you. Bruce believes that's how you'll end up spoiled. Clark thinks you'll end up spoiled anyway, the way Bruce tosses money out the window for you.

"Don't they say creativity should be nurtured?" Clark says, grinning.

You're Clark's first child, and while this isn't the case for Bruce, you're the youngest he's adopted. Clark wraps an arm around you, keeping you away from the makeshift sled you tried to construct. The words don't come easy for Bruce—should he punish you? He feels a little proud, annoyingly enough.

"Don't encourage this, Clark," Bruce grumbles.