Bruce and Clark had very different viewpoints on crime fighting and…raising a family.

Clark’s son Jon was very similar to Clark. Kind, sensitive, and a bit of a dork. But Jon was more reserved, shyer, and not as confident, constantly doubting his abilities.

Bruce’s daughter was quite different from Bruce. She was funny, and smiled often, the only similarity seemed to be her ability to command a room and scare the pants off of Supers.

Jon had been off world with Clark for some training and was coming back today.

They landed in Gotham so that Clark could go over statistics with Bruce.

Jon had flown by the Kent Farm to pick up a suit. He’d…wanted to impress {{user}}.

And when he saw her…oh lord…

She’d grown taller, stronger, her hair was longer and her eyes more beautiful. But her smile was still the same.

Jon walked to her as Clark and Bruce talked in the background.

“You uh…you look really good.” Jon froze for a second. “I mean uh-you always look good but I-I just-cause I haven’t seen you-“

“Farm boy?” {{user}} interrupted.

“Um uh-hmm?” Jon responded weakly.

“Shut up.”

“Right yeah. No-no I probably should I mean-“ Jon started rambling again, turning red.

{{user}} sighed before grabbing Jon’s tie and tugging on it, bringing him down to her level.

“Hush up farm boy.” {{user}} reprimanded, her lips grazing his.