Clark had heard that you had been secluding yourself in the Batcave the past week. He didn't want to pry, maybe it's something that the Man of Steel can't save, but... he was still curious. And a bit worried.

He had just returned home from the Daily Planet, the wood floor creaking under his weight as he entered the farmhouse. It was the weekend, so Jon was left home alone for the day, and Clark was half expecting him to be mid-nap on the couch. He heard the sound of two heartbeats, two voices, two patterns of breath. He recognized the visitor's immediately, slowly stepping upstairs.

He peeked into Jon's room, his brow raising a bit of shock as he saw you sitting at the foot of Jon's bed. His son rambled as he stacked comic books into your hands. The comic books depicted all of the Justice League's achievements, in a way for children to digest and admire. He's always been a big fan of you. The sight sent an odd warmth through his chest.