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He sat at her kitchen table, leg bouncing nervously, a mug clutched between his hands. This was nice. This was almost normal. It wasn’t the farmhouse; the place was smaller, the windows narrower, the view outside of fire escapes and windows rather than rolling fields. But it could almost be a home, and their mother was there. Their parents were there. The whole family was there. For the first time in a long time, Jon could exhale. He could talk to his mom about normal stuff, young and dumb and clueless stuff. No volcano space prisons or superpowers in sight. “Hey, Mom?” he said, feeling the start of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Can I, uh-- can I talk to you about something?”

#c: lois #bylane #lois: maternal advice

clark had been on this new earth that he called a home for an entire week. he had search high and low, and even with all his powers he could not seem to find any of his family. clark wouldn’t give up no matter what, that wasn’t who he was. his dad told him a story once about how before he arrived, there had been a hurricane that hit smallville. martha wasn’t home yet and she had been stuck in town. the next day the entire town was torn up, but the only thing jonathan had on his mind was martha. he searched every corner of the town, and had went as far as to tell clark he would search the earth if it meant finding martha. when he did he promised he would never let her go again, and clark made the same promise to himself. but at times clark had that creeping doubt come to his mind that maybe he was the only one of his family teleported here.

but clark also couldn’t have no identity. he had decided it was time to accept life here on this new earth, and find some sense of normalcy. he had learned that the daily planet didn’t exist on this earth. a news outlet did exist though going by the name of the daily bugle. clark had decided that he would try to get a job there so then he could least have some life as clark kent. he pushed his glasses on his face as he fumbled his way through the street making his way into the lobby.

a kind assistant met him in the lobby, and brought up to the floor where he would be interviewed. then suddenly clark paused in his tracks. all the voices in the world seemed to fade away with his sense of hearing. not even the assistant that stood two feet before clark asking if he was okay could interrupt clark’s stare. there she was before him. he had searched up and down the city, the world, and the whole time she was in the place clark should’ve search first. “Lois,” Clark said with a tremble in his voice and his eyes becoming watery.

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if there was anyone that damian was relieved to see here, safe and sound, it would be lois lane. spending so much time with the kents over the years had quickly cemented that bond, one he had always secretly been grateful to have. damian loved their family despite the constant protests or actions that may have screamed otherwise. it was dysfunctional, yes, but that was what made it so perfect for them all. still, there had always been something different every single time that damian would come over to the kent farm and spend some time there. a warmth that wasn’t usually shown in the wayne household. a welcoming aura that had always made them feel at home even if damian would constantly question if they even deserved the kindness lois, clark, or jon would show them.

so of course the moment they had caught sight of her in the city, damian had all but rushed towards her, relief evident in their expression try as they may to hide it. “while the circumstances may be poor, i am glad to see you here and well. have you seen jon yet??”

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How do you tell your mom that your three-week family vacation into space with your grandpa turned into four years and an interdimensional portal, and she missed it all because she was away on assignment? How do you look your mother in the eyes as she realizes that she’s missed years of your life--as you realize that you tower over her now, that she’ll never send you off to prom or graduation or college move-in day, that the halfway-normal life you’d all spent so long protecting was gone for good. How do you do that?

(You don’t.)

At least, as far as Jon knew, she hadn’t come through. At least she was still home safe with Clark, just the two of them and the farm, not knowing where their kids (and dog!) had gone. No, maybe that was worse. If Jon knew his mother, he knew that she was good. Lois was smart. She was terrifying when she put her mind to it. She’d figure it out eventually. Jon had found their way back to earth; Lois would find her children. They were sure of it.

In the meantime, Krypto needed walking, so Jon took him to the park, headphones in, coffee balanced in one hand, and then--the dog was barking, tugging, flying, and the coffee was spilling, and he was dashing after it all. “Easy, boy,” they said. “It’s just a pigeon, dude. Chill out. But Krypto kept barking and tugging, and he tried to find the source of the excitement: no pigeons, no squirrels, just--