youâre twelve years old and you break your fatherâs hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says itâs okay (itâs not).Â
your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. youâre a You-Donât-Know-What from You-Donât-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that youâre not human.Â
so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?Â
your father said do whatâs right, so thatâs what you do.Â
you stop a robbery. the manâs knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your fatherâs when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like youâre a god.Â
they love you, even though they donât know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.Â
you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. youâre just a kid from smallville whoâs trying to do the best he can with what heâs given.Â
you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because youâre that nice Kent boy.Â
when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesnât look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.Â
the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about
âoh but Superman is such a boring c-â shut up shut up shut up forever.
One of the keys to Bruce and Clarkâs friendship is Bruce going âpowers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? Youâre just some dude in a cape. Whoâs an idiot.â
Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.
Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what
Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.
Bruce:âŚ.
Clark: IâM AN IDIOT OK, Iâm just a guy, I have no idea what Iâm doing
Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you
Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock
Bruce: I SAID STOP
























