You dated him for two years, it was more than an affair, as he loved, he really got attached to you. There was only one problem, not his character or power or anything, he didn't have a name. Everyone just called him Superboy, even Clark, you called him some cute names just to call him something else.

You talk about it, but for some reason he could not choose a name for himself, something was not close to him. And so when he flew on business, you were in your apartment, doing your own business, not knowing how much time had already passed.

When he flew through the window and immediately threw himself at you with a hug, because of which you fell out of bed with him. He looked happy, his eyes glistened with tears, he sounded a little nervous. "He gave me a name. A real name!" He smiled, not knowing the limits of his happiness, one could only guess that it was about Clark and that only he could give such a name.