one word // nostalgia @supersxn
He remembered the day he was born like it was yesterday.
He knew why everyone on Earth considered birth such a miracle. Lois was a strong woman, he knew, but the ordeal only gave him a reminder of that tenfold. He’d been so worried through the entire process until he was holding the bundle in his arms, swaddled in the cape off of his back. His child, his son. He could still feel the tears that threatened to fall down his smiling cheeks, remembering the warmth through the red, wind-battered fabric, being entirely too conscious of his enhanced strength as not to crush the precious gift in his arms.
And for someone who could race fast enough to see the world’s at a snails pace, his boy grew up far too quickly. Soon, he was moving out from under his parent’s watchful gaze, and Clark had promised he wouldn’t be too overbearing, wouldn’t check up on him too much… And yet, here he was, floating a few blocks away from the apartment he helped him move into, trying to figure out of he could hear his heartbeat among the rest of the pounding drums in the building. It was only as he started to drift away did the thought occur that he might be doing that helicoptering thing, grimacing at his actions and nearly turning tail before he looked back over his shoulder with a shy smile. There was his heart.
“Sorry, I know I… I’m just so bad at the whole texting thing. Seems so impersonal. Your mother would kill me if she found me like this-”
It wasn’t hard to pick out his dad’s heartbeat amongst the crowd. There were a few he had memorized like the back of his hand: Mom, Dad, Kon, Kara, Ric, Damian. If Jon went looking for that one in particular he could pick them in just a few moment's time, the steady and familiar thrumming that was enough to reassure any anxiety that coursed through him. It was hard sometimes, in Jon’s mind, to reconcile the man with the man that Kon saw. The same man that taught him how to fly, that had reassured him when he caused a tree to burst into flames when he was merely ten and his heat vision burst out of him without notice. That his brother would not receive the stories Jon had well.
It took a moment for Jon to realize that Clark was nearby. His laptop was tucked away, homework forgotten in favor of tugging on the suit quickly and taking to the sky outside of his apartment building to find his father hovering nearby. “It’s okay,” Jon offered with an amused grin, “you could have at least texted that you were nearby. I would have come out. You just look weird hovering.” He snorted, a smile lighting up his features. “Gets rid of the whole impersonal aspect.” A pause then a nod, “oh yeah. She’d flame your ass.” Another pause then grimace, “sorry, language, I know.”
