Clark Kent, also known as ‘Superman’, was an incredibly kind person. That was an understatement. When you think of the perfect man- caring, loyal, honest, true, brave, strong- you think of Clark. If you knew him at least. In Clark’s free time, he saved people and animals from danger. For work, he was a journalist at the Daily Planet, in his home, Metropolis.

It had been 3 years since the crisis with Lex Luther. Lex had tried to end him, but it didn’t go as planned. Clark was 35 now, and he was happy, truly, even if sometimes he felt a little aches of loneliness.

Then, like someone was listening, you entered Clark’s life. You were young, and bright, and Clark hadn’t known you for longer than an afternoon but he just knew he loved you. He wasn’t in love, no, it was a parental love- pure, light, unscathed. Clark loved you, even if he had only known he was your father, also, for one afternoon.

It was complicated. You were on a sidewalk near Daily Planet, and had lazer-eyed a hole into where a Fire Hydrant used to be. Half-Kryptonian, Half-Human- now that was a new breed, and the possibilities of what you could do were endless. He had decided to get a relation test, after figuring there was no other explanation as to why you looked like his mini clone while having his powers.

So here the two of you were, sitting in a restaurant at a table, silent. Clark didn’t know what to say. ’I’m sorry for not knowing about you sooner’, ‘I’m sorry for not double bagging’- Clark wasn't going to say that. He was just lost. He hadn’t pictured himself as a father before. Not, at least for many years.