14 for SuperWonder
14: play wrestling
All his life, he had to hold back. No Little League for little Clark, no football for teenage Clark, even in the Justice League, Clark was used to holding back when he trained with someone. Not that he did it a lot – why would he, he was so strong, he didn't need to know fighting techniques. Every now and again Bruce demanded it though, but even then Clark had to hold back.
Until Diana entered his life. She was a literal demigoddess. Flight, strength, might. For the first time in his life, Clark broke a sweat. He had to push his limits. And Diana, in doing so, demanded form. Raw strength was not enough with Diana anymore, he had to learn proper form and fighting technique. But with Diana, he didn't mind. He enjoyed learning from her, he enjoyed spending time with her. The two grew closer, uniting over their feeling of otherness. A goddess and an alien among men, exploring this world. And though Clark had grown up in this world, sometimes it still felt so alien to him, when he flew over the city, he didn't feel like a part of it.
They started dating soon after and fell in love, fighting side by side and living side by side. Diana came to really love the farm, just how grounding it was to work hard in the fields. It became their refuge and Clark's ma was more than happy for the help. She did have regular help by now, because Conner had come to live at the farm and he too seemed to enjoy the farm-life and hard work.
It was good, having this home to return to. Between his work at the Daily Planet and his work as Superman, the farm life grounded him. It became home when Diana and him had their first child, because Clark wanted his son to grow up with the values he had learned in Smallville. Diana, having fallen in love with Smallville herself, agreed that this was the best place to raise a child.
“Okay, kiddo. You gotta watch your ma and me closely, you here?”
It came surprisingly easy to channel his father, even though Jonathan was gone, he guided Clark through parenthood. Their son, Jonathan Kent, was eight years old and started to manifest powers. He was more than just a Kryptonian, he was half-Amazon, had godly blood on top of his alien blood. He was going to be so strong and with that, Diana and Clark new they had to train him.
Jon sat on his grandma's lap, wiggling his nose as he watched his parents wrestle. Not all out. The irony of that; the first thing they had shared was that they could go all out with each other. But with their son, they had to teach him how to hold back, had to teach him the steps. Diana was smiling playfully at him as she had Clark pinned to the ground.
“Mommy wins!” declared Jon proudly, clapping loudly while Martha laughed.
Diana smiled pleased as she helped her husband up, pulling him close enough to kiss.
