Thought my brain was done with this, but itâs not đ€·đŸââïž May end up becoming a thing that goes on Ao3. ItâsâŠyeah, itâs definitely heading in that direction. Lemme stop playing.
There are so many different perspectives and contexts to view this from that are fascinating and would (will) be interesting to write about. Consider for just a moment:
1. Lex realizing how badly heâs fucked up. The clone was meant to be a contingency plan at best, a weapon at worst. Heâit was never supposed to meet the original Superman, much less end up his child. Now, though, Lex sees that he didnât factor alien biology into the equation. He didnât have enough information on Kryptonians to go and make one. He walked headfirst into a problem thinking there was a solution, only to make the problem infinitely worse. Not only are there now TWO Kryptonians (well, okay, one Kryptonian and one mostly-Kryptonian), but heâs made a being who could literally turn the Earth on its axis for fun into a mama bear on cocaine and Bane-level steroids.
And thereâs no holding the clone hostage or using it as a bargaining chip against Superman. The one and only time Lex tries that, the alien rips through his lab in record time and burns it to the ground with no mercy. The only warning is a sonic boom as Superman breaks the sound barrier coming to the rescue. Kryptonite didnât stop him; it only pissed him off. He grabs a baseball sized chunk of it with his bare hands and tosses it miles away before tearing down every door in the place. The destruction only stops when he finds the clone safe and sound, sleeping off a dose of custom tranquilizer Lex had come up with himself. Any future plans to kidnap the clone stop then and there when Superman turns directly to the security cameras and says: âTouch him again and there is nothing I wonât do.â
Lex never touches the cloneâKon again.
2. Bruce having to study what the fuck is going on, because yesterday Clark couldnât stand the sight of the clone and now heâs debating whether the kid would like one of Saturnâs rings to play with. This canât be normal.
It starts small. Well, no, it absolutely doesnât. It starts with a complete 180 from being repulsed by this child to hugging the boy close and sniffing his hair. It only escalates from there. Within 24 hours, Bruce watches his friend experience cuteness aggression on levels he didnât know existed before. When Kon yawns for the first time, Clark has to bite his own fist to stop himself from smothering the boy in love and affection. He practically pulls his own hair out when Kon falls asleep using the signature red cape as a blanket.
Within 48 hours, Kon canât be out of Clarkâs sight. It doesnât matter that Clark can hear his heartbeat and see through wallsâno, he needs to have eyes on Kon from wherever he is. He needs to be able to track the boyâs movements across the room, keep a lookout for threats. A few minutes without laying eyes on the boy puts Clark on edge. Any longer than that and heâs on the verge of hyperventilating. Bruce tests a theory and puts his friend in a room with red lights, explaining that the boy is in an identical room just across the hall. All you have to do is sit here as long as you can, Clark. Can you do that?
Two minutes in, Clark is on the verge of panic. Five minutes later, heâs hugging his knees and begging Bruce to open the door. Ten minutes in, Clark ends up frantically trying to take the door off its hinges and bust through the wall before ultimately breaking down into hysterical tears. Please, please, please please pleasepleasepleaseplease, my baby needs me. My baby, whereâs my baby? Is he okay, is my baby okay, whereâs my baby, WHATHAVEYOUDONETOMYBABY?
Down the hall, Kon is shaking like a leaf and eyeing the walls warily. Neither calms down until Clark has Kon in his arms, kissing the boyâs hairline and breathing in a scent only he can pick up on.
Within 72 hours, Bruce has gathered enough data to realize that this is both normal and abnormal. Kryptonian newborns trigger a hormone response in new parents, just like humans. The problem here is that Clark hasnât been around another Kryptonian since infancy and his body has zero clue what the fuck to do with this new stimulus. Whatever reaction Clark shouldâve had to or with a newborn is in overdrive, trying to compensate for years of interaction without any other Kryptonians around and creating a bond with what he consciously knows isnât a baby but his brain sees as baby, baby, babybabybaby BABYBABYBABYBABYMYBABYMYBABY.
Upside? Bruce and the League now know this isnât permanent. Give it a week or two, a month tops. Downside? Superman is so unimaginably, unreasonably hormonal at the moment. Maybe donât look at his kid the wrong way. Or at all. JustâŠgo stand in a corner and donât touch anything. Weâll all be safer that way.
3. Ma and Pa Kent becoming grandparents, and just being the cutest cutie patooties to ever cutie patootie in the whole world. They see Clark is struggling and swoop in to do what they can.
Canât leave the house for food because you donât want other people around Kon? No problem. We made two weeks worth of casseroles. Weâll drop by and pack your freezer. Thereâs pie on the table, by the way. We didnât know what Kon might like, so Ma made eight different kinds.
No hugging Kon just yet? Oh, it makes you nervous. Not a problem. We love you, precious grandson. Youâll have all the hugs you can stand once Dad says itâs okay.
Yes, Clark, new parent anxiety is a thing. Parent anxiety in general is a thing. It never really goes away. Youâre going to worry about skinned knees, boo boos, nightmares, first kisses, first heartbreaks, college, andâoh no, college isnâtâŠokay, college is probably closer for him than youâd like. Itâs okay to cry.
Clark brings Kon home for the first time and finds balloons outside his front door. The biggest one is a giant stork holding a sign that reads âCongratulations! Itâs a boy!â Thereâs a heartfelt card from Pa tucked into the balloonsâwith a letter he wrote when he and Ma first found Clark in the cornfield. Telling him how lucky they were to find this gift from the stars, and how they canât wait to watch him grow. Thereâs a little note at the bottom dated just a few days ago.
âMy boyâs a father now. I didnât think I could be any more proud of you, but you prove me wrong every day.â
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