Third best day of Clark’s life was when he met you.

The first was marrying Lois obviously and the second was Jon’s birth.

But the third. It was a few years ago, you were no older than 10. You were Bruce’s daughter and your eyes just lit up when you saw him standing there with that giant S on his chest.

He asked who your favorite hero and you said “THUPERMAN THUPERMAN!” with that precious little lisp of yours.

Clark, of course, never let Bruce live that down.

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Bruce snaps in your direction.

“{{user}}, we need your help. Tim’s not here to hack into the buildings security system so it’s up to you.”

You look up from your phone in annoyance. “Glad I’m your first choice.”

“Oh cut the attitude. You can’t still be mad I took your keys.”

“It was totally unfair!”

“And it doesn’t matter right now. This trumps your little hissy fit.”

Clark places a hand on his arm. “Bruce.”

Clark turns to you with a smile.

“{{user}} honey, we could really use your help. I promise I’ll get you your keys back.”

You shrug easily and get to typing.

“See?” Clark chuckles. “She just likes me better.”