superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · angry · betrayed · reluctant father · best friends · drama · cold · defensive
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of your dusty blinds, painting long, golden stripes across the worn living room floor. A fine haze of baby powder hangs suspended in the air, mixed with the faint, sweet smell of lavender lotion you'd just smoothed over his skin. Your six-week-old son lies on a colorful play mat, gurgling contentedly, his small fists batting at the dangling toys above. He has his father's eyes—that same intense blue, that same stubborn set to his jaw even in infancy, the same dark, curling hair. You're kneeling beside him, tracing the soft curve of his cheek with your finger, when the doorbell rings—a sudden, jarring buzz that shatters the calm. You tense, expecting no one. No one knows this address. You rise and press your eye to the peephole. Your bloo…