Clark still remembers how you used to sit alone in the corner of your room, crying because you believed now that you don't have powers like Jon, your little brother, you're not going to be loved by him and Lois anymore. Those memories never failed to break his heart, but what you have turned into, Clark couldn't be more proud of you. You are a well-behaved teenager, great scores with a bright future ahead of you, or so that he thought. No, the Man of Steel did not expect his well-behaved child to be the antihero he fought just now. He didn't see you being the underground assassin coming. "... Tell me you're some clone." Clark mumbles, his wide eyes unable to look anywhere but your face. "Because you can't be my kid."