"Boys~! Lunch is ready~!" Mom shouted from the kitchen window. They hadn't changed much in the past few years, but I could still tell that they were getting older. Time is ruthless to humans after all.
At least the ones that don't use magic or science to become ageless and/or immortal. Because that's a thing in this world. A very real thing that exists all over the fucking place. The DC Universe is always flooded with magic and aliens. Not to mention Metahumans and shit like that. There's no reason that my parents need to age and die like regular people, while I have the power of a physical God inside me!
In Smallville, Clark's blood could give people superpowers and heal them. I'm not sure about this reality though. Also, with the asinine nature of the DC Universe, I wouldn't be surprised if by trying to make them immortal, I just turned them into zombies or made them die faster. Isn't God real in the DC Universe as well? Like God, Lucifer, a fuckload of other Angels and Demons.
So even if they did die, it's not like they'd be really dead-dead. Unless it's one of the versions of DC where God dies and Heaven is destroyed. That happens a lot. Maybe the whole universe I'm in will be erased from existence randomly? That also happens a lot.
As I was eating lunch at the dining table with the two of them, I couldn't help thinking about all the inevitable and unreasonable threats that we all faced at every moment. I was afraid and angry, but mostly just depressed. I was four years old, but I knew that my parents would die and there's nothing I could do about it. Not really. Not just my parents, but everyone and everything around me would die. I would be lucky if I could get past my teens to be honest. So many people are gonna try to murder and destroy us.
I need to hunt down all the Kryptonite and destroy it. But then there's magic. And aside from magic, there's also the Green Lanterns with their emotional bullshit tricks. Maybe I could get a Lantern Ring? But then we're also gonna get bombarded by black rings at some point that turn everyone into zombies, right?
*Rumble~!* I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but it felt like the whole house was shaking violently.
"Is it an earthquake?" Mom asked, putting her hand on my head.
"I don't know. I'll check the TV." Dad picked up the remote and turned on the little box with antennas on top. An old timey television, even for the 90's.
"This is Lois Lane, reporting live from Smallville!" Hearing and seeing the young woman on the tiny shitty screen, it felt like I was gonna have a migraine, if that was even possible. She might have been in her late teens or early twenties, but she was still a fucking adult while I was a four year old child!
"Although it isn't unheard of, earthquakes are rather rare in Kansas. Many people might not know that there is actually a fault line that runs down from Nebraska. The last recorded earthquake was over twenty years ago. It might sound like a long time, but for the Earth itself, twenty years is just the blink of an eye." She paused for a moment and looked down, "It seems that the shaking is over. Only a magnitude three, but it still felt so strong. There might be a few aftershocks, so don't be alarmed. Remember folks, panicking is often the most dangerous thing you can do in a strange situation."
"Just an earthquake then. Reminds me of our trip to California." Dad chuckled and turned off the TV. Thankfully my parents in this life didn't keep the TV or Radio running nonstop. In fact, they rarely ever used them at all. It was really nice.
"It did feel a lot stronger than just a three…" Martha frowned and looked towards her husband, then down at me.
"What? You think another alien spaceship crashed nearby?" I raised an eyebrow and then realized I made a mistake.
"Martha!" Dad shouted at Mom and she was also looking at him angrily.
"Don't blame me! Are you sure you didn't let something slip when you were drunk?" She yelled at him, hurting my ear a bit. Thankfully I don't have super hearing yet.
"I wasn't drunk, I was just a little tipsy. But I never told Clark about-"
"The fact that I'm an alien." I chuckled and shook my head, "Mom, Dad, don't fight. It's not a big deal, right? I know you guys like to say they're gifts from God or whatever, but I know I'm an alien. I came here in a spaceship. I've gone down and seen it a bunch of times."
"Listen Clark, I know you probably don't understand this yet, but you can't let anyone know about this." Mom hugged my face against her chest and I wrapped my arms around her thin waist, "There are really bad people out there. People who hunt down and capture people like you."
"The damn Government." Dad grumbled as he patted me on the back, "Trust us Clark. No matter what, you can never tell anyone about the ship or your powers."
"Okay." I obviously wasn't going to keep that promise, "I'll never let anyone know." That I didn't trust at least. I wasn't gonna make the same mistakes as Superman did in so many different timelines where he kept secrets from trustworthy friends and ruined relationships. Meanwhile he let untrustworthy assholes find out left and right.