Clark Kent As Superman Novels & Stories

He mumbled. Kael smiled, actually smiled, for the first time that night. “yeah, I know. So if you don’t like Batman, who’s your favorite?” he asked. “Superman,” Nolan replied with no hesitation. Kael made a face. “Superman? Really? He’s too perfect. He can do everything. I don’t believe that someone should be that perfect.” He said with a scowl on his face. Nolan arched a brow and flicked his gaze briefly at her. She got the idea that he was judging Kael’s words. No child should be able to think like that except they’ve gone through some shit. If he wanted to say anything to her, he didn’t.

They shared a glance and shouted, “What! He is Daddy?” Their sudden reaction made Violet’s heart skip. With a low, lost voice, she responded, “Yes, baby. He’s your father. Circumstances didn’t let him—” The children didn’t wait for the completion of their mother’s statement before rising from the floor. They had gotten the information they wanted—which was the affirmation that Mr. Superman was their father. Nothing else mattered. Ever since they met him, he had been good to them and nothing else. And that was all that mattered.

His face leaned toward me with a wide smile etched on his lips. I stared at his appearance closely. Yes, his hair was the same curly as Clark's, just cut and styled more suave. His hair was also dyed black and no longer reddish. The fat on his cheeks was gone, replaced by a strong jawline. His body was still tall and big, but his posture was now upright. His muscles had replaced the fat that used to accumulate in his chest and neck. Yes, he had clearly changed his physical appearance. "Why did you do all this, Clark?"

He felt the car slowing, turning, stopping, and opened his eyes to see the humans barely holding back more laughter. "The name is amusing? You can tell us. His brother has always been a handful." "Clark Kent is the name of a comic book character. He's also called 'Superman.' Your brother must have a real sense of humor." "Or a lot of confidence!" Brian crowed, laughing so freely Tom found himself joining in followed by Ryan and John. It felt good to laugh with these humans who had chosen to treat them as if they were their own. "You have to introduce us to Super Brother. I just have to meet this guy. Come on! We're going to eat here. We're even early so there isn't a crowd."

He did not mind, but gently stroked her little head and he said softly, "Brother Lionel is here, I won't let any bad guys hurt you again." "Did you get hurt because you helped me beat up the bad guys?" Little Karen could not ignore the wounds on Lionel's face. She blinked her big bright eyes and spoke softly. After a pause, Lionel said, "I fell and got injured, I was not hurt by the big bad guys. I am Superman and I will not be defeated!" He couldn't let little Karen know the truth, otherwise, she would doubt his ability to protect her. He wanted her to feel completely safe when she was with him.

How could I be so immature? There, Clark jumped up and down as he told the boys of his news, the argument long forgetten. It seemed like Hardcore could see him and hear him already, just like Fiction. Once the tale ended, the eight boys howled and laughed together, Clark shooting out electric sparks from his palms. So his powers are lightning and energy. Cool. The boys celebrated a little longer before Clark whispered something to them in hushed voices, away from Alex and my priving ears. Then the boys turned towards the direction we were standing, staring in confusion.

Sadly, Clark left unguarded and was hardly grabbed back and thrown away by a monster. It was a fabulous monster that had the hardened body of a man, whereas the legs and head of a bull. Kevin hurriedly rushed towards Clark and helped him up. “Dude, are you okay?” Kevin worriedly voiced out. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’ll heal. What about you?” Clark said back. “Yeah. I’m fine. It’s not me they were after. It’s you.” Kevin held Clark’s arms as he clenched the wound on his left leg.

On the other hand, Clyde has dark blue ones and more playful than Calvin, but he always follows latter and imitates his brother’s actions. “Mom, guess who I am?” Clyde energetically trotted in front of me and placed his hand on his hips while raising his chin up. I chuckled at his cute pose. “Oh my, isn’t this the very famous Mr. Superman?” I pretended to cover my lips in shock. “Are you here to protect us from the villains?” Clyde proudly nodded his head. “Yes, I am, mom!” I pinched his cheek in amusement, before I felt a pull on my skirt. “Mommy, carry…”

"Peter Parker?" "Spiderman doesn't work only at night, let's try Batman." He clamped his mouth on the spoon, goofily and winked. Darren here was different from Darren at school, here there was no pretenses and we could be our silly selves. No Amanda, no friends, no stupid deals, just us. I liked that way too much than I should have. "Clark Kent?" "No, that's Superman." He barked out a laughter that rumbled in his chest. "Did you never read comic books or watch superhero movies, like ever?"

I weighed the risks, searching for a compromise that would make him feel both secure and free. When I released his hand, he carefully put on his Ray Bans, concealing the black-and-blue marks. I glanced at his sweatshirt, the hood covering his dark brown hair. "You might do better wearing an actual disguise," I suggested. He tensed his shoulders. "Clark Kent only wears glasses and a fucking suit." I arched an eyebrow. "Did you just compare yourself to Superman?" "Fuck off." A hint of a smile threatened to appear, but he let out a rough sigh instead. "Seriously, Lennox..."