“is that—” Martha Kent points over at Billy, who is climbing up onto the tractor. “—safe?”
“I know how to drive one, ma’am!” Billy calls out, grinning wide as he finally settles on the seat. Martha visibly relaxes, nodding her head as she steps back.
“Well, don’t let me be a nuisance, just don’t go crashing or running over things, ‘ya hear?”
“Got it, Mrs. Kent!”
“Is it safe?” Hal asks. Clark looks over at him, the rest of the group watching Billy.
“You watched him pilot a plane as you writhed on the floor in agony.”
Hal shut his mouth. “Touché.”
The tractor sputtered to life, the sound almost deafening. Clark covered his ears, Bruce beside him doing the same.
“When did he grab the keys?” Bruce asks, watching as Billy starts to reverse, jostling around on the tractor seat. “Doesn’t your dad usually keep them on his person?”
“Yep,” Clark replied, popping the ‘P’.
“Hm.”
“Mhm.”
inspired off this wonderful post, AGAIN !!! and also referencing this fic i wrote inspired by it as well.