#symbolburdened

@symbolburdened​​​  ||   ❝  no.  you’re wrong !  this is just some sick joke .  you’re lying !  ❞  

     { ⛓ } –  SPREADING FALSEHOOD was for those who had something to HIDE, and bare, unadulterated terrors lay weaved throughout the truth. Children believed in monsters skulking about within the darkness, but refused to acknowledge the more logical realities outside of their creativity. Jonathan was no exception to the rule – once the facts were unearthed, and the being of Batman’s FEARS merely supped on that reaction, delighted in the boy’s ignorance, as it made it all the more FUN to taunt him with. To PROVOKE. It didn’t matter the universe, that child never changed, nor learned.

CLARK’S INFLUENCE. An advantageous fact that strung the corners of deranged, reddened lips upwards, smile even more prevalent throughout confident features. Like Father, like son, and Laughs held both arms out by his sides to offer an arrogant shrug – acknowledging Superboy’s fruitless attempt to decipher the One Who Laughs. DELUSIONAL negation shifted power to the former vigilante, growing indiscriminately until he stepped up to the boy, the distance shortening between them. However, he maintained a radius, assuredly enough that a certain ORE couldn’t effect Jonathan as he spoke up, “ Never seen black kryptonite, have you? ” 

The SOURCE of Superman, Superboy’s and Supergirl’s inevitable, and grotesque demise back on his world. An object invented purely to subjugate a Kryptonian’s conscience, and contort them into murderous savages. To the point they KILLED one another, and one Lois Lane within the crossfire. A fond memory, but attention returned to the youth, as a hand withdrew into Laughs’ jacket, throwing caution to the wind. “ A good detective needs proof of the crime. Let me introduce you, Jon. ” The madman hummed with jovial intent, and fished out a blackened piece of kryptonite within an alabaster grip. 

Growing up on the Kent Farm as a young boy, Clark had learned so much from his surroundings; responsibility, the cycle of life, and the joy of nature being just a select few. His formative years had been surrounded by animals, and it's an experience he wants to share with Jon. One of the neighbouring farms has recently decided to rehome most of their flock, and he takes the opportunity. Chickens, Clark thinks, will be a good starting point. "So, which ones do you like, Jon?" He bends down next to his son, peering into the coop. "Who's coming home with us?"

"Unfortunately, the thing about worries and fears? Waiting for them to go on their own rarely works," he places a hand on Jon's shoulder. His son is growing up, facing emotions that only come with experience.

Time has always moved differently in Clark's perspective, however, with Jon, it's the age old parent trouble of time seeming to move too fast. He wanted to give Jon independence, to show his son that he sees him as a capable individual, but he also needs Jon to know that his parents are there for him, no matter his age.

"Ma and Pa? They have helped and guided me so much, they still do. Your mom and I, we want to do the same for you. We are always here for you, Jon. Don't be afraid to talk to us, okay? About anything."