Guys I had the most random yet coolest idea ever about Superman,I have never watched the film but whatever this idea is so cool plus I never write anything for DC so now I'll start.
A bloody kiddo
Part 2 here
Clark Kent x psychopath son! Reader
Tw: Reader is diagnosed Conduct Disorder with callous-unemotional traits because I googled it an it says it's the most common thing be diagnosed in children,Reader has complete lack of empathy and murderous tendencies,animal cruelty,extreme gore,Clark had Reader as a teenager,your mother left you,reader kills his entire classroom,so teenagers slaughter I guess.
Clark wished he could say you reminded him of himself when he was a teenager. He really does. And yet,you two couldn't be more different. And he finally,finally realizes that when he sees all that blood. So much blood...
It had all started when you were just a kid. He must admit it,you were a mistake. Unplanned,he had you with a girl who didn't want anything to do with you after you were born. He had to agree to let her leave and take care of you alone for her not to get an abortion. His parents were worried and angry,rightfully so,but ultimately they supported him. And as soon as he saw you in the hospital,he knew he was done. You were the cutest little baby,chunky and healty and perfect. A boy with his eyes and a few raven locks on your head already,just like his. He thinks that despite the circumstances,he did a pretty good job raising you thanks to his parents' help. But even as a baby,he noticed you weren't...like he expected. You rarely smiled or laughed,you broke all your toys,especially the dolls,and then just stared at the pieces,playing with the cotton from their insides. His mom told him that it wasn't anything to be worried about. Sometimes little kids are weird,you'd grow out of it.
You didn't. You just changed targets.
The deaths started when you were around seven years old. First,the neighbor's dog. They found it dead,it's neck snapped. Then he started finding more and more dead cats on the streets. He thought they had just been ran over by a car at first. But then it was clear that the killings were intentional.
The biggest one was at a nearby farm. You and him were staying with your grandparents for the holidays. You were eight. They were saying just how similar to Clark you looked and you were smiling,enjoying the compliments. No one said it,but all of them thought your smile looked weird. Cold,calculated,like you were acting. But maybe it was just a feeling...that was mostly what Clark told himself to feel better. Children always act weird. Nothing to be worried about.
Until he saw the massacre. A nearby farm. Every single animal slaughtered. Organs and gore splattered everywhere. Heads hanging from hooks on the ceilings,dripping blood on the floor below. Some seemed to have been cut off with some kind of laser. Others were torn open,seemingly barehandedly. Their skin wasn't cut or bit. It was torn to shreds. Bones were snapped,some used as daggers,stabbed into other animals' corpses. The farmer screaming,looking on the verge of throwing up,his wife laying on the ground,passed out from the shock. And there,standing in the middle of the massacre,was you. Smiling proudly at him,covered in blood and gore,clutching a cow's bloody rib like a toy. You ran to him at a superhuman speed,enough that some of the blood on you splattered on him. "Look dad,I have superpowers too! Just like you!" You said,smiling excitedly,jumping up and down. And for how much he hated to say it,this was the happiest Clark had ever seen you. Here,covered in blood,after slaughtering tens of innocent animals for no reason,not an ounce of regret on your face. He didn't know what to do. If he was a normal human,he would have probably have fainted by now,like the farmer's wife. "What did you do?" He whispered,unable to keep the horror out of his voice. You looked confused at that. "I tested my powers,but I needed something to test them on! To show you how awesome they are! Aren't they awesome?" You ask,pointing at a burnt,broken skull that he couldn't quite associate to any animal because of the destruction that had been inflicted on it. You were smiling excitedly,giggling as if showing him an art project. He slowly,slowly lowered himself to your level. He had no idea what to do in this situation,but he knew that you needed help. This was not just a child's weirdness. This was a clear lack of empathy towards other living beings. He wasn't the most informed towards mental illnesses,but he was sure this was something that needed to be studied and understood by a professional. He picked you up,gentle as ever. Yelling at you,or worse hurting you right now wasn't gonna help. "I am so sorry." He whispered to the farmer,before walking away. He needed to get you away from that mess. He was shaking violently,tears prickling at his eyes. What did he do wrong? What could he possibly have done for you to be like this? Able to bring so much death without as much as a thought? He had immagined this moment so many times,the moment you got your powers. How he was gonna show you how to use them to help other people,to protect the weak,to save lives. And now here he was,holding you like he did so many times,trying not to gag at the smell of blood as you stared at him. "Did I...do something wrong?" You ask,tilting your head. You didn't understand. Why was your father shaking? Why was his breathing so labored? It was just a few animals. You don't understand why he's being so dramatic. He doesn't answer you,and you just shrug,resting your head on his chest as he walks,enjoying his warmth. You always loved to be carried like this. If only he would stop sobbing,it's so annoying...
Conduct Disorder with callous-unemotional traits. That's what the psychiatrist said. "He show no sign of remorse towards the killing of those animals,nor any empathy,and we discovered he has many more violent fantasies. He has...we think he might have the same type of feelings towards people." She said,her tone a mix of worried and apologetic. Clark felt like he was gonna puke. Violent fantasies towards people. This was all his fault. He must have done something wrong raising you. Something must have happened,something he doesn't know about...you can't simply be like this. You're a kid. You're his kid. You can't just...be like this.
He tried everything. Spent everything he could on the best psychiatrists and therapy. Anything to help you. He spent more time with you. Tried to explain why killing innocent animals was wrong. You seemed to get better. You gave the farmer some flower and your version of an apology. It sounded rather weird,but somewhat sincere. You asked the wife if she felt better,and gave back the rib you had brought home with you after the act. She passed out again. You didn't understand why,but you helped carry her to the bed,which was something. Clark really thought you were making progress. Even if you didn't feel empathy,he was sure you could at least understand the concept of it. Why it was important. He taught you to control your powers and why you should use them to protect others an not harm them. You didn't necessarily like it,but he thought you were starting to get it. In front of his eyes,you slowly but surely changed.
By the time you were 15,you were known for your kindness. You saved kittens from trees,helped old ladies carry their groceries and cross the road. You were a straight A student in your school,with a group of good friends,all good people that made people sigh and whish their child was more like them. You even stepped up as a hero,determined to help your dad. You were extremely good at fighting. No matter how big the threat was,you always had it under control. And Clark was happy. Years of trying,years of believing in you,years of prayers had finally paid off. The memory of the farm and the slaughter was now distant. Still painful,but far away. You changed. He changed you. He saved you from becoming a monster. He saved the world from having to deal with a monster. And he saved himself the pain of seeing his child turn into someone cruel. So maybe that's why he found himself ignoring the signs. It was just too beatiful to ruin. So what if your smiles always seemscold and studied,unless you're actively killing something? You only hurt monsters that harmed people. And what if sometimes he catches you on the corner of his eye,staring at a civilian that got a bit too close to you with a gaze colder than ice? You just don't like being touched by strangers. You're not hurting anyone with a glare. And what if sometimes a person or two go missing without explanation,and even he can't find them? It happens. It always happened,way before you were born. Sometimes people dissapear.
All that shatters the second he sees you. Covered in blood and organs,smiling brightly at him. Just that this time,the blood isn't an animal's,if the human head you're holding in your hand,half crashed already,is any sign. "Hi dad,I stopped the shooter!" You said cheerfully. Your smile is the exact same one you had that day. Sincere like never before,large and red-stained. "Some of the students got caught in the fight thought." You say,shrugging. Your class. Your whole class is flodded with blood. Not a single survivor. None of them had any bullet wound. You killed them all yourself. This was supposed to be just another day at school. He was supposed to pick you up in two hours. Not stand here,watching as you play with the head in your hand,humming happily. "I tried your method,dad. I tried to be a good person. A hero. Now it's time for my method." You whisper after a moment of silence,your eyes softening,smile still perfectly in place,voice sharper than a razor blade. You giggle and turn around. He goes to grab you. You're faster and you fly out the window. He wants to follow you,but then he hears a groan. A guy in the very back of the class is still alive. One of your supposed friends. He has various broken bones and severe internal bleeding but he's alive. He needs to rush him to the hospital.
And as he does,a cold,terrifying truth finally makes its way into his heart. Nothing you were doing was real. He never healed you. He just forced you to drown out the parts of you he didn't think were good. He didn't help you get rid of the beast. He taught you how to hide it. You just got tired of doing it constantly.
