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Do you think Clark Kent had to be formula fed.
And do you think, for a moment, Martha Kent realized she was in over her head.
An alien baby, a canister of formula from the closest shop that she’s not even sure he can eat.
She’s just holding him in front of her with the bottle in one hand and his neck propped up in the other. He’s screaming his head off and she knows he’s hungry but she can’t bring herself to give it to him. She doesn’t know what he is, what will kill him. She may have met this baby maybe a couple hours ago but she’s already decided to protect him with her life.
Jonathan’s out in the shed trying to find any of the old baby clothes and pacifiers they were gifted while they were trying at least half a decade ago; Martha’s pretty sure she threw them all away the second the doctor broke the news.
She realizes that if they do actually do this it’s not going to be easy, and it’s actually going to be quite terrifying. They will always be waiting for that phone call, that knock on the door. From this point forward strangers and outsiders who come sniffin’ for one reason or another will terrify them.
She wonders if they’ll tell him how they actually came to be his parents, or let him live in blissful ignorance.
She counts down to three in her head. And gives him the bottle.
He drinks it happily; perfectly fine.
She can’t remember when she started holding her breath.
A loose curl of his blacker than black hair falls onto his forehead and covers his bluer than blue eyes. She brushes it away and he grabs her fingers with a grip stronger than she thought it’d be. It makes her bark out a laugh.
Something with those pudgy cheeks and that gummy smile can’t be all that terrifying.
#clark kent#smallville#martha kent#jonathan kent#ma kent#pa kent#superman#the kents#Clark Kent who’s hair is otherworldly#as dark as space#kryptonian#krypton#superbat
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Martha Kent was a smart woman. A strong woman.
She had raised Superman afterall. More importantly she had raised a kind good man. A responsible one.
Maybe not so responsible, or maybe she should have done the birds and bees talk instead of Jonathan.
Cause what else is she supposed to think when she comes across a small boy that looks alot like her Clark and can float.
Or Ma kent comes across a young Danny who floats to grab something on a high shelf. Naturally, this means her son has a child he doesn't know about. (What a time for Clark to be off planet)
( alot of miscommunication and highjinks leads to everyone thinking Clark Fathered a child accidentally)
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I think Ra's should be obsessed with becoming Bruce's father figure.
Essentially, after Talia, Bruce is the flawless soldier. The perfect gun without a trigger. The perfect beast. Ra's shouldn't be faulted for harbouring potential. As deathly as it is.
Except Bruce is very adamant to break the hand that feeds. Everything Ra's offers, -- legacy, power, strength, immortality, -- every gift is turned away.
"My League needs a strong hand."
"Talia is more than enough."
"But. You could have all the children you wanted..."
"Hn...No."
Ra's shakes him, almost desperate, " What. Do you WANT, child?!"
" I'm no one's child. But I already have a father."
It can be as silly or serious as you want, but personally, I'm wheezing at the picture of Ra's and Alfred fighting for custody. These two would be mortal enemies.
Just these two, forehead to forehead, trying to explode the other with their mind.
" Hand me my heir, coloniser."
" Come and take him. Cunt."
Meanwhile, Pa Kent is seizing his chance.
#dc#dc comics#dcu#bruce wayne#battinson#carmine too. mf was hot for Thomas and hes convinced bruce would've been their kid. he tried so hard in the batman. sit down rat#ra's al ghul#alfred pennyworth#pa kent#bruce wayne should have more ppl fighting to adopt hin#him#text
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This made me snort ngl
#dc#batman: wayne family adventures spoilers#bwfa spoilers#batman: wayne family adventures#bwfa#worlds finest#Martha kent#Jonathan kent#ma kent#pa kent#alfred pennyworth#Bruce wayne#batman#Clark kent#superman#just parents talking bout their kids#like father like son stg#glasses on himbo
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OMG YOUNG CLARK
Bonus : Baby Clark
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Okay this one might be niche but. Y’all know how sometimes your friend will have a family member they only refer to by their title? Like, “Pop” or “Auntie” No Name? And if you spend a lot of time with this friend then you end up also calling this family member Nona or whatever even though you’re not related?
I headcanon that Clark exclusively refers to his parents as Ma and Pa and literally never tells anyone their names. And Ma and Pa only ever introduce themselves as Ma and Pa. Then by the time someone thinks to ask what Clark’s Ma and Pa’s names are it’s been like half a year and it’s WAY too late to ask for something like that. Like they respond to “Mrs./Mr. Kent”, sure, but also they have the entire league calling them Ma and Pa and they LOVE it. They’ve adopted the entire league via Clark and are delighted by this. It never registers for Clark that all of his coworkers call his parents Ma and Pa too because to him that’s just their names like of course that’s what people call them. Meanwhile every single leaguer with dead parents (most if not all) has a mini breakdown when they realize they’re calling these random midwesterners Ma and Pa. They’re not mad about it! Just confused as to how this happened without anyone noticing
#mads posts#justice league#dc#Superman#Clark kent#ma kent#Pa kent#Martha Kent#jonathan kent#post inspired by me calling my neighbors grandma ‘Grammy’ literally my entire childhood#because I didn’t know her name#and that’s what everyone called her#like even my parents called her Grammy that’s just her name#also leaguers who don’t know Superman’s secret identity are SO confused whenever ma and pa are brought up in convo#like didn’t his planet explode arent his parents dead?#why is Batman talking about some couple named Ma and Pa? he’s from jersey im pretty sure they don’t call their parents that in New Jersey???#etc
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#superboy man of tomorrow#silent knight#dc comics#dc#comics#comic books#comic pages#comic panels#parallels#character dialogue#superfam#superfamily#pa kent#ma kent#conner kent#kon el#superboy#clark kent#superman#ma and pa kent#media analysis#kenny porter#jeff parker#comic analysis#character dynamics#kal el
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The Cryptid of Smallville
I am posting the first couple chapters of the fic that I am currently working on juuuust in case AO3 goes down again. In the next couple days I’ll start posting some of my wips that I don’t think I’ll finish. If any of them inspire people to write more then I’ll be happy.
I had the thought a while ago about what if Danny was raised alongside Clark Kent and the hijinks that would result in Danny being near the liminal space that is cornfields. These are basically a series of connected one-shots because I am not that great at trying to do a real plot lol
Without further ado, here’s the first chapter of the Cryptid of Smallville! (Small edit: here’s the link to AO3 the first two chapters are there)
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The night sky was clear and open above the cornfields as a gentle breeze caused the plants to stir. It was a calm night on the Kent family farm. A streak of neon green broke across the sky and landed in the middle of the fields, purple tinged smoke wafting from the crash site. A boy of about six rolled over in his sleep, glowing green eyes glancing at the stars above framed by smoke. The gentle breeze is still blowing, returning the night to calm.
*****
Danny was gonna put Clockwork in soup time whenever he got back into the Zone.
He was laying there, staring at the clouds in the sky, surrounded by corn, and only about three and a half feet tall, wondering where in the Realms he was. Clockwork had said something about sending him off somewhere with people who could handle a child with powers growing up before tossing him through a portal by the ankle. He had ended up in low orbit and was lulled to sleep by staring at the stars he is so fond of.
Crawling out of the hole he was in, he examined the surrounding area and just found a bunch of burnt and slightly smoldering corn and kicked up dirt. The gentle breeze brought the smell of bacon to his nose and he floated to look just above the tall plants around him. He spots a house in the distance and starts heading there, making sure to walk the last few yards just in case this isn’t where CW intended him to go. He finds himself stumbling from the field just to make eye contact with a man pulling on his work boots for the day on the porch steps, the man freezes.
“Hey Martha?” The man yells into the house.
“Yes Jon?” a voice muffled from the door yells back.
“Do we have a spare room done up?” the man, Jon, asks, not taking his eyes off Danny.
“Why? Are you expecting someone and forgot to tell me?” the voice sounds like it’s getting closer to the door.
“No honey, I think we may have a repeat situation of Clark though.” He briefly glances from Danny up to the last bits of smoke wafting from the field. A quiet “What?” comes from the house. He gentles his voice, full attention on Danny. “Hey son, did you have a bit of an accidental landing in the corn? Is your head okay? Are your parents around?”
Danny stays still for a moment thinking about what’s going on. The man seems to at least suspect that he crash landed on his property and mentioned something about something like this happening before. Have these people dealt with a random child appearing at their house before? Specifically one that crashed from the sky? He has many questions, but he should probably answer Jon first.
“Yeah, I got sent away until I was better, my head doesn’t hurt at all and my parents are not exactly from around here, and don’t know where I am.” He pauses thinking about it. “Does the children-crashing-onto-your-farm-thing happen a lot to you?”
Jon chuckled as he finished tying his boots up and walked down the stairs just as the door opens and a woman in an apron is standing there looking surprised to see an unknown child standing in her yard. The man crouches down in front of Danny, giving him a once-over.
“You’d be surprised, now what’s your name son?.”
“It’s Danny Fenton, what’s yours?”
“Jon Kent, my wife over there is Martha. Now you look like you could use a good meal and a washup, how’s that sound?” Jon grins at Danny and musses up his hair before standing and offering a hand to walk into the house. He smiles over at Martha who blinks and then gives Danny a warm smile, standing aside to let them enter the house.
“Good thing I made some extra breakfast then, let’s get some food in you young man, you’re as skinny as a post!” She smiles and heads towards the kitchen. “Be sure to wash up your hands first hun, can’t eat with dirty hands! And Jon! What have I told you about your muck boots being in the house! I’m sure Danny can find his way and wash his own hands; second door on the right hun; and git outta my house with those things on, I’ll have more coffee ready for you once you feed the animals!” Jon pouted and trudged his way out of the house.
Danny smiled a little to himself as he looked for the door Martha was talking about, noting the wallpaper and decor that looked like every midwest farmer’s house he’d seen in any piece of media ever. After washing his hands he made his way to where he could hear soft humming and dishes being washed. He saw a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table next to a glass of orange juice, a glass of milk, and a container of syrup and headed to the spot.
“Thank you Mrs. Kent.” he said from his seat and she smiled back at him, going back to the dishes. Danny realized he’d probably have to start explaining what he could to them soon, but decided to focus on the breakfast in front of him. The breakfast that wasn’t alive and currently trying to kill him. He nearly cried.
“So Danny,” Martha began as she wiped her hands off with a dish rag. “Do you remember how it is you got here?” She joined him at the table with a cup of coffee after setting a mug, a spoon and the sugar bowl next to the machine for her husband when he came in.
“I do, it’s a really weird story though, I’m not sure you’ll believe me.” He was hesitant, he still wasn’t sure these were the people that Clockwork meant to send him to. Though they’ve taken the whole crash-landed-child-thing pretty well… Screw it, he’ll see if he can wait until Jon comes back and explain to both of them. “Can we wait for Mr. Kent too? I don’t really want to say it twice.”
She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and then nodded. “That’s fine hun, he shouldn’t be more than a couple minutes unless the rooster decided to pick a fight again.” she chuckled to herself, looking out of the window while drinking her coffee. She sees the faint trail of smoke rising in the sky outside and her eyebrows pinch in worry. “You didn’t happen to see anythin’ burning when you got up, did you?”
Danny glances out the window and sees the smoke. “Oh no, there was just a little bit still smoldering in the hole, but there wasn’t anything actively burning. I can show you both when I finish explaining what I can.” The slapping of a screen door startles him and Jon walks in, heading straight for the coffee maker and making himself a cup, then joining them at the table.
“So Danny-boy, what can you tell us?” Jon gives his full attention to Danny.
Danny shifts in his seat, looking every part the six year old he appeared to be, uncertain at the attention of two adults. “Well, it’s a long story and kinda out there? I’m not sure how much you’ll believe?” He looks uncertain at the pair across from him who share a look. Martha reaches across the table to take Danny’s hand.
“Honey, you wouldn’t believe the stuff we’re used to, I’m sure it’s fine.”
Danny only hesitated a moment longer and then sighed looking far older than his apparent six years. “So to start off with, wherever this is, I’m not from around here. I’m assuming since you both speak English that this is still Earth, but maybe not MY Earth, I’m still a bit confused on the whole ‘multiverse’ thing, but either way, I got sent here until some stuff got sorted out and so I’ll be here until it does.” He was rambling, he knew, but he’s kind of anxious about stuff. “I kinda got put in my childhood body and now I have to get back to my actual age and my Guardian said something about time here running differently than in my dimension before he just chucked me through a portal. He did say he was sending me to people who could handle my weirdness as I age, so I’m assuming you are them and maybe have some experience with kids with freaky weird stuff happening to them?”
The Kents once more shared a look, this one a little longer than the last, then turned back to Danny. “Oh son, I think you’ll fit in just fine. So, how long can we expect you for? I can tell you’re probably a lot older than six judging by how you talk?”
Danny blinked at him, trying to process the fact that they didn’t seem phased and rather seemed like they believed him. “Uh, I was sixteen, so I guess a decade? I’m sorry to impose on you for a while, really I can figure out stuff on my own, I don’t want to be a bother.”
Jon chuckled “Oh trust me son, it wouldn’t be an issue, I’m sure Clark would love a younger brother, or at the very least a friend who understands him. We have plenty of room here, and though we’d probably ask you for help with chores, we’d be glad to have you for however long you need.”
Danny blinks again at them. They weren’t serious, right? They just seem fine taking in a random child and having him live with them for however long. And who was this Clark? What did he mean by younger brother?
“Clark?” he asked hesitantly.
“Oh right, our son, you’ll meet him when he gets home from school, I’m sure you’ll get along just fine! Now Danny, let me show you to a room and we can get you settled, we’ll probably have to head on over to the thrift shop to get you something to wear besides these charred and muddy pj’s, but we should have something from Clark that’s too small that’ll fit you for now.” Martha took his hand and led him upstairs to where he’d be in apparently his new home.
*****
Clark had had a pretty boring day at school. The classes were boring. He had to hold back in gym class again and when studying the skeletal system in biology, he started studying the teacher’s bones instead of the display skeleton or the worksheet. He was really looking forward to getting home and maybe going for a fly around the fields where no one could see him or maybe catching the latest episode of Rescue Rangers.
He could spot his house in the distance and after looking around to make sure no one would see him, he sped down the driveway as fast as he could, knocking up a lot of dirt in the process. He really liked going fast, whether running or flying. He just loved the wind in his hair.
“Ma, Pa, I’m home.” he kicked his sneakers off and rushed upstairs into his room to drop off his bag. He listened around for heartbeats and realized that Pa was out on the tractor and Ma was out with the chickens. He froze as he heard a much closer sound though. It was very slow and faint, but he could hear another heartbeat in the house. Even more, he could hear someone muttering to themselves in the guest room and the flipping of pages.
Clark slowly made his way down the hall towards the sound and peaked in the room with his x-ray vision. There, sitting on the ceiling, was a child about half his age reading a ratty old book about space. Clark stood in the doorway, now able to see him in regular vision and just stared at him. He took a moment until he decided to just join him up there and sat across from him.
“So who are you?” Clark asked while the kid was still focused on his book. He didn’t even look up from the book.
“Name’s Danny.” The kid paused for a second before he looked up and stared at Clark. Danny looked from Clark to the ceiling, to the floor, and then back to Clark. “Oh, so that’s why they said I’d fit right in here. I guess we are pretty similar! I’m guessing you’re Clark then?” The child beamed at him, putting out his hand to shake. Clark took it gently, not wanting to hurt the kid. Then the kid gripped his hand tight and Clark realized that they have more in common than he thought and gripped his hand tighter in response.
“So where are you from?” Clark asked, very curious as to how this kid who could fly and had his strength, but also had almost no heartbeat ended up at his house. Danny rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, I’m not from this Earth and I kinda got put here to recover for a long while and my Guardian decided your parents are the best equipped to handle a kid growing up with powers, so he sent me here. I’m guessing because of you?”
“Yeah, mine started manifesting around your age. What powers do you have? How long do you plan to be here? Where are you from? You said this wasn’t your Earth, I’m guessing you’re from a different dimension then? That’s so cool!” Clark, ever curious, shot off many questions rapid fire and Danny laughed while answering them all as best he could.
Part 2
#Danny Phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#superman#clark kent#danny fenton#danny is a cryptid#cryptids#de-aged danny#ma kent#pa kent
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Jon: What kind of restaurant do you like?
Damian: Anywhere with a good vegan option.
Jon:
Jon: Cool.
Damian: So, what does your grandfather do?
Jon: He's.
Jon: A butcher.
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Doomed planet
Desperate scientists
Last hope
Kindly couple
February 29th - A young Kal-El arrives on Earth and is found by the Kents, who adopt him and name him Clark
Happy birthday to Clark Kent, our strange visitor from another planet!
#happy birthday/adoption day Clark!#okay there’s actually a few days where it could fall on but I like this one so I’m going with it#dc comics#superman#clark kent#martha kent#ma kent#jonathan kent#pa kent#my edit#comicedit#supermanedit#dcmultiverse
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The Kents, instead of getting an actual herding breed like a heeler or a collie, would just send out their son in all his 6 year-old Kryptonian glory who had enough energy to fuel Smallville and then some to round up the sheep. He always did a better job than any dog could’ve anyway.
#the kents#martha kent#jonathan kent#clark kent#pa kent#ma kent#superman#maws#superbat#smallville#kryptonian
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the fact that kon just liked to hang out with ma and pa kent before clark ever brought him to live with them after suicide slum arc is so important to me. little guy who just LOVES hanging out with cool old folks. you just know most of the smallville retirees' bingo circle pinch his cheeks every single time they see him
#rimi talks#theres also something to like... he wasnt even conner kent at that point yet. he was still only kon-el#and he'd just show up to flirt at ma kent and make himself a nuisance. i love him.#something something his first taste of being a normal kid#his relationship w the kents is just soooo special and so important to me. i care them#kon#ma kent#pa kent
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I know Bruce and Ma Kent meeting is an obligatory trope, but Bruce and Pa Kent?
Majorly underrated, supremely adorable concept.
Guys. There's something extremely endearing about Batman, a symbol of brutality, -- mercy, hope, forgiveness, yes, but brutal all the same, - shaking in his versace emo boots in front of his boyfriend's dad...
" Now listen here, city boy. You best treat my Clark with respect, cause Lois told me where you sleep,--"
And Bruce focuses, really, really hard, to sit through this (surprisingly graphic) threat session.
But some baby birds are about to fall from their nest, right past John's shoulders. No, -- one is pushed by mama bird. He charges, runs, damn near knocking Clark's dad off his feet.
Pa Kent watches Bruce Wayne, Gotham darling, dirty his luxurious designer clothes in filthy mud, and decides maybe he does like city folk after all.
"Did he just...Hiss at the mama bird?"
Clark, adoring, more than a little in love, sighs, " Yeah, he did. That's my boy."
Pa Kent is still on the lookout, thought. It's his parental obligation to regard Bruce with protective, mild glaring. Southern hospitality, sure. But protective glaring first.
The fact that he covers Bruce with a blanket when he falls asleep cuddling a batch of ducklings in his barn means nothing.
"Not a word, you two,"
Martha and Clark don't need to look that smug.
In conclusion: Bruce is the cat Pa Kent pretends he didn't want.
#bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#text#text post#clark kent#pa kent#martha kent#superbat#bruce x clark#battinson#your honor theyd be adorable
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have i posted these yet? 3/4 and 4/4
#dc#dc comics#fanart#bobbinart#jonathan kent#martha kent#ma kent#pa kent#superman#superwoman#we will not talk about the things i don't love about this
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Jimmy with the Kents in Episode 10
#my adventures with superman#maws spoilers#maws#jimmy olsen#dc#warner brothers animation#ma kent#pa kent#superman#clark kent#martha kent#jonathan kent
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Clark should be slightly unnerving to look at. He passes human but people still get chills when they are in the same room as him. They get the primordial sense of 'Danger. Predator.' (There's just something wrong about him) It's the the Uncanny Valley - a non-human that looks like a person but could seriously injure you.
Most people can ignore it. But, every now and then (maybe he moved to fast, maybe the light caught his eyes wrong, maybe his teeth seemed sharper), people will flinch.
The first time someone doesn't flinch or look uneasy around him (save his parents) is with Batman. In exchange? Clark will do whatever it take for him (WHATEVER it takes)
#clark kent#kal el#superman#elderitch#cryptid#uncanny valley#uncanny#scary superman#batman#bruce wayne#martha kent#jonathan kent#ma kent#pa kent#smallville#metropolis#gotham#the daily planet
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