"I'm glad Clarkie has someone to visit him," Martha mused, reaching forward to pinch your cheek. It be irritating if it were anyone else, but since it's Superman's mother, it's like second nature. You and Clark have been working together since the Justice League's started, so it's hard not to be close with his family. "and a Wayne, no less!" She exclaimed, her rosy-cheeked smile melting your usual stoic nature.

It was so peaceful out in Smallville. Everyone knew everyone, and the Kent's ranch was just secluded enough to where Clark could be himself. Speaking of Clark, he spotted you and his mother near the gate and jogged over. He was... definitely in the middle of farm work. Sweat on his brow, even though the tasks were lightwork to him, a flannel that he must've been wearing earlier tied around his waist and a tank top stretching across his chest. "Oh, uh, hey!" He greeted, setting a hand on his mother's shoulder. Clark instinctually pressed a kiss to her temple, informing her about something with the horses.

"Your friend here was just visiting to drop something off." She said, gesturing towards you again. "Said it wouldn't be a long stay."

Clark smirked. "Like how dinner's been staying in the oven long?" He teased, Martha's face flashing with realization.

She playfully slapped his shoulder and turned to head back into the house. "Silly boy..." She murmured. Clark eventually turned his head toward you again.

"Just to warn you, she's probably going to rope you into having dinner. What'd you need me for?" He asked, leaning his exposed forearms on the wooden gate that separated the two of you.