The official story was that my father was driving me to pick up some shit from Walmart in the middle of the night. Pretty normal honestly. Walmart used to be open 24/7 back in the olden days. We did need some shit, so it's not really that unbelievable.
Jonathan Kent and his son noticed the burning crashed vehicle. We didn't have cell phones or cell towers around Smallville. Of course my father could've ignored the dangerous situation, but I saw and heard the little girl crying in the back of the wrecked car. He couldn't ignore a child. So he rushed over to save the little girl and her mother. Though it was kinda obvious that the mother was dead, he still took the woman's body so that she could have a proper burial rather than leaving her there in the burning vehicle.
It wasn't really that big of a deal to be honest. Maybe there would be an article in the local newspaper about my Dad's heroism. But there was a problem. This was Smallville. I was gonna potentially become Superman. So obviously the random mother and child weren't gonna be that random.
"Mister Kent, hi!" The beautiful woman who showed up at our door was a somewhat famous news reporter from Metropolis, but for whatever reason, she ended up in Smallville recently.
"I told you, Miss, although I'm flattered, I don't plan on becoming a celebrity. No interviews." Dad looked like he wanted to slam the door in the girl's face, but he resisted the temptation out of politeness.
"Wait, I know you don't want to become famous, but it's already a bit late for that." The gorgeous brown-haired, blue eyed woman smiled wryly, "You saved Lionell Luthor's daughter. The tabloids are already going crazy about the situation."
"I don't read tabloids." Dad started closing the door but the woman put her foot in the door, "Listen Lady, I don't know how they do things in the Big City, but around here, this is called trespassing and harassment. Please just leave my property and stop bothering my family."
"All you have to do is give me a brief interview! I promise, nothing invasive! As long as I have something from Jonathan Kent himself, I can finish my report and be on my way!" She was pretty short compared to Dad, but from my angle crouching behind my father, I could still peek up her short jean skirt. Her white panties were pretty wet, probably from sweat, but there was a whiff of piss. Probably had to piss on the side of the road and didn't have anything to wipe with…
"I've already told the police what happened. Why the hell do I need to tell you anything?" Dad grumbled and nudged her shoe backwards a bit, so that he could finally slam the door in her face. Then he turned to look at me and rolled his blue eyes, "Are you happy?"
"Meh." Was my response as I stood up. His hand came down on my head and he ruffled my hair, "You're not mad at me?"
"I told you already, Clark. I don't blame you for helping people. I definitely ain't gonna yell at you for saving a little girl." He breathed out a long sigh and shook his head, "You can't go running around like that anymore though. You were lucky this time. Nobody saw anything. The only witness was too traumatized to remember what really happened."
"I'm kinda traumatized too, Dad." I smiled wryly and was suddenly picked up from behind.
"I'm so sorry you had to experience something like that, Clark." Mom hugged me tightly and Dad was also really solemn.
"Alright, don't talk too loud or that reporter might hear something." Dad whispered and led my mother away from the door. I looked towards the window and saw that pretty woman holding a notepad while watching us. Seriously, Lois Lane was kind of a lunatic.
When we were in the kitchen, my Mom sat down with me on her lap and my father sat across from us. I leaned my head back against her soft chest and my Dad didn't really seem to give a fuck. Why would he care? I'm the weird one here.
"When you brought that woman and child over… Clark, I was terrified." Dad breathed out a long sigh and put his hands on his face, then looked up at me with a smile, "I though… Well, with your powers, I didn't know what to think. I'm just glad you were saving people and not… But you know Clark, you have to be careful. Even Firefighters and Police can kill people accidentally. I never want you to accidentally hurt someone like that."
"Dad…" If I accidentally killed someone, I wouldn't bring the fucking body back. I'd bury it in the woods or some shit. Maybe find a nice swamp with some hungry gators? "Don't worry, I'll be more careful in the future. But I can't stop exercising just because it's dangerous. What if my uh, special physique means that I need that much more exercise to stay healthy and alive? I don't wanna die trying to hide my powers."
"I know, Clark, I know." Dad smiled wryly and Mom hugged me tighter, "That's why I let you help me around the farm. But the farm is our property. It's safe-"
"Or at least it was safe." Mom cut in, "Now we have to worry about paparazzi and reporters snooping around."
"Lois Lane is a reporter. She'll leave as soon as something else happens and this little accident becomes old news." Dad had a point, but unfortunately, he didn't understand just how insane that girl could become…
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Maybe I underestimated how insane I could become too?
*Pssss~!* The bitch was crouching in our cornfield with her panties around her knees and pissing onto the dirt. I was also crouching, hiding a decent distance behind her back, but with my eyesight I could still see her puckering anus and the way the urine got everywhere. All over her pubes, her pussy lips, even on her asshole and thigh. Seriously, it's no wonder she smelled like piss!
She had a really nice ass though. Just like martha. Sexy as fuck. And I was still only four years old. No matter how deranged she might be as a reporter though, Lois was still a good person. She wasn't a pedophile or a child rapist. There was no chance of us having a relationship in the near future.
That definitely didn't stop me from being a perverted voyeur and beating off to her exposed ass though, right?
"Ew." Then I immediately lost my boner because she started shitting. I couldn't help having a flashback to Elizabeth Walsh. The corpse I carried for thirty-seven miles. She had a really sexy ass too. I remember the way it felt… But then it was ruined by the fact that she was dead and eventually shitting herself because corpses can't control their bowels.
"Fuck." I put my dick away and walked up beside the girl.
"Aah!" Lois screamed and almost fell backwards onto her own shit, but I grabbed her arm and held her steady.
"Here." I handed her a roll of toilet paper and complained, "I know that fertilizer is shit, but it doesn't mean you can just shit in people's fields so casually. Who do you think has to clean up this mess once you're done?"
"Ummm, thanks and sorry about that…" She blushed a bit, "When you gotta go you gotta go… I would've asked to use your bathroom, but I was afraid your Dad would shoot me."
"Dad isn't that unreasonable. And neither is my Mom." I kept holding her left arm as she wiped her ass with the right, "I'll convince them to let you come inside and take a shower. You're filthy."
"You're such a cute kid. You're Clark, right?" She ignored what I said and asked, "Do you think you could help me convince your Dad to have an interview?"
"I think I wanna leave because you smell like shit and piss." I stood up and left her to her own devices, disappearing into the cornfield like a ninja.
No matter how horny or fucked up I was, shit was a big turn-off for most normal people. And I was pretty normal in that regard. Piss wasn't as big of a deal. I wasn't into it, but it also didn't freak me out. I have no idea how things would change once I had more extreme super senses though. Maybe just looking at someone's face would make me wanna puke at that point?
No, I just need to control myself. I'm pretty good at controlling myself. I didn't try to fuck Lois. I mean, she was pissing and shitting, so it was gross, but still… I'm controlling myself. From now on, I'll remember seeing her shit and won't get so horny around her anymore.
I need to get my lust under control. Preteen boys fucking adult women is wrong. Uh, I guess it'd be even worse if I was trying to have sex with girls my own age though. So I'm kinda stuck in a really annoying situation…
Maybe I should take a trip to Gotham sometime? I wonder how old Harley Quinn and Ivy are about now? Fucking little boys seems like something they'd be into… Or maybe not. They're considered good guys as far as DC Villains go, so I don't think they'd be into kids.
"What are the odds that I would just happen to save Lena Luthor anyway?" I don't believe in coincidence, especially not in my second life, "Too many possibilities… No point getting all anxious about it."
There really were way too many time travelers, universes, even entire multiverses full of annoying possibilities to guess who or what might be fucking with me. It could also just be a coincidence. Lena's mother does canonically die a lot and in multiple ways. Lena is usually more connected with Kara though.
If I didn't save her, would she have stayed in the car and died? I'm not so sure. Lena isn't a normal person. She's a Luthor. She's also a super-genius on the level of her half-brother. She casually figured out shit like FTL, Full Immersion VR, Energy Shields, Power Armor, Artificial Kryptonite, I think she even came up with shit like Red Sun Grenades and Yellow Sun Grenades? She made a suit that could give Kara the ability to use her powers in Red Sun environments or in places filled with Kryptonite.
She's also a business genius, super rich, with as much inheritance as she has family drama. Kinda like Tony Stark in some ways? Not necessarily evil, but often doing stupid shit because of what I assume was autism.
I think she might be bisexual or pansexual, but just like everything else I just listed off… It's all up in the air. The Council of Wells has all kinds of different Harrison Wells from various worlds. All of them are pretty drastically different and some of them aren't even geniuses.