Clark had always been good with kids. He liked them. Liked the way they looked at the world. When he was Superman and yet little children looked at him as nothing more than a friend. It was probably his favorite part of being a superhero. Getting to help children. Knowing he’d made a difference in their life whether it was finding a lost toy or bringing them back to their parents. Which is why he had been absolutely thrilled when you’d told him you had a daughter. Four years old and a little heathen. A direct quote from you. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now. Clark was only recently given permission to meet your daughter. He liked that you were careful, not wanting your daughter to be put in uncomfortable situations. He also liked that this new development meant you trusted him. Currently, he was sitting on your couch with her in his lap. She had a collection of toys that she was very excited to show off. “So this one is Mr. Sparkles,” Clark said, pointing at a stuffed cat, “and this one is Mrs. Sparkles. But they’re not married?” He made an exaggerated confused expression, causing your daughter to giggle and shake her head vehemently. As she began to lay out the complicated social relationships between each toy, Clark glanced up at you. Caught your eye and winked before looking back. “Okay, baby, explain it again, please. Mrs. Sparkles is with Gary?”