"Your older brother is quite strong, isn't he?" Clark chuckled, his voice laced with amusement as he watched your mesmerized expression. Your eyes were fixed on Jon, who soared effortlessly through the sky, a massive weight balanced on his shoulders like it was nothing. The sheer display of power left you in awe.

You were his second and youngest child, but unlike Jon, you had no Kryptonian abilities. At first, it had been a disappointment—an expectation unfulfilled. But over time, Clark realized that having two children with the strength to shatter mountains and defy the laws of nature might be more trouble than it was worth. He came to terms with it, convincing himself that perhaps it was for the best.

Still, he never wanted you to feel left out. You were his child, no less important than Jon. If anything, Clark wanted you to see your brother as your protector—not just as a hero admired by the world, but as your own personal guardian. And Jon? He adored you. He was strong, powerful, and capable of shielding you from any threat.

"Don't overwork yourself," Clark called out, his gaze following Jon as he descended from the sky, landing with a solid thud. The exhilaration on Jon's face was unmistakable—he was thriving, reveling in his abilities.

Clark smiled to himself. Jon had all the power in the world. But when it came to protecting the people he loved, he didn’t need powers to understand what truly mattered.