Clark had made his peace with being alone when he was younger when he realized that he wasn’t human like everyone else—that he was different from them.

Your appearance completely rocks his world.

You were a Kryptonian like him— one that survived the explosion like him —only due to your parents being off-world at the time. You were born almost twelve years after the death of Krypton because your parents were getting older and didn’t want the planet dying with them.

Lo and behold, he had survived too, and neither of you were alone now.

Despite reservations from the Justice League about your alliances, Clark had taken to you quickly. You were exactly like him in every possible way— how could he deny you?

He didn’t have to hold back his strength with you, pull his punches, mince his words; you were perfect.

A true Kryptonian. A full-blooded Kryptonian.

Just like him.

“Are you busy after this patrol? There’s this new pizza place— you’d like it.” He flies beside you, the both of you leagues above Metropolis. He often went on patrols with you because it gave him time to learn more about you.