This is a fanfic story base on the Movie "Superman returns". Slash content and crossover characters will be included in future chapters. I don't own all of these above except the story I wrote.

Since English's not my mother tongue, this is more like a writing practice for me. Any advice about grammar, dialog and language would be welcome. I checked it using OpenOffice before uploading but I'm really not sure whether it were enough. So, please help.

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Actually, Richard knew of Jason's powers even earlier than Lois.

On Jason's fourth birthday, he gave him a remote-control helicopter as present. The kid had been in high spirits for the whole day.

Jason tended to like sophisticated toys, a fact of which Lois did not approve. Though she never showed it when Jason was around, Lois went for more durable things. She checked labels about materials and service-life every time they went shopping. Richard once thought it had something to do with Jason's own father. Then he realized that he was right, although it was not about so much about Lois' feeling than about Jason's true nature.

It was a summer afternoon, a few days after the birthday. Jason was playing with his new toy in their backyard. He manoeuvred it well, but then accidentally smashed it onto the top of a large fir where the helicopter tangled with leaves and branches and stayed there. The boy had been scared of what Richard's reactions might be, but still ran back to house to apologize and ask him for help. He would never scold Jason.

The tree top was too tall to reach by any hand tool, but he figured that fir trees should be easy to climb and strong enough to hold his weight.

"No need to worry, Jason!" He gave Jason a wink and then started to climb up.

It happened in a split second. Richard stepped on a dead branch, losing his balance and his grip. Falling quickly, he'd barely had time to think. Then, something, or someone, caught him. He felt his descent slow and come to a stop as whatever had him touched the ground. He was completely shocked, though not by the horror of falling to death. He was shocked by seeing his four-year-old son carrying his full weight in mid air and flying smoothly back to ground.

They were both speechless for a good two minutes. He saw Jason become more and more nervous, then burst into tears. The tears brought him back to reality. He hugged Jason tightly, kissing the child's cheek.

"No, no, It's not your fault. Jason, you just saved my life. Thank you. It's

okay now. shh…"

He patted and rubbed his son's back, trying to sooth him. Jason just buried himself deeper into Richard's chest, still sobbing. The tears wet his shirt, breaking his heart. He felt almost ashamed for frightening his son as he did.

"I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to frighten you, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Thank

you for saving me, Jason…"

He slowly lifted up his son. The four-year-old boy was still light enough for him do it using only one hand. The helicopter had fallen off as Richard had shaken the tree and the aircrew had broken. But that didn't matter. He picked it up and walked back to the house, promising Jason he would fix it.

Jason had been napping for the following hours until dinner as the crying had drained the boy's strength. Luckily, Lois was away on business that day so he let Jason sleep in their room and made him hot chocolate with melted marshmallow topping for dinner. The boy had a sweet-tooth. Which they didn't usually indulge, but today was different

They had dinner in his room and watched cartoon movies together. The hot chocolate finally brought a very relieving sigh out from the boy's chest.

"Stitch's cool." Jason said, watching the blue alien doggie thing bouncing around.

"A bit like you then," He said with a grin. That didn't cheer the boy up, though. He hugged Jason closer, asked, "Is there something you're afraid of telling me?"

"I…" Jason frowned, still hesitating, "We had drawing lesson last week. We drew ourselves."

He nodded and encouraged him on.

"Sara drew a heart-shape on her chest. I said 'a heart's not like that.'" Jason paused again, his brow furrowing.

"Well, then? What's a heart like?" He asked quietly, giving another hug to assure the boy.

"It's like a red soft lemon or mango bumping inside your chest. I said I saw it. I really saw it." Jason took a deep breath, and sighed, whispered, "Everybody said I lied. They said nobody saw that."

He didn't want to ask about how the teacher dealt with that. "I know you are telling the truth." He said solemnly.

Jason snuggled closer. He'd found the boy's inhaler, just in case. Jason's breath had tightened after the flying.

"But you don't see them too, right?" Jason said, sounding desperate.

"Wait a minute." He hopped off the bed, grabbed a book from the shelf and flipped it open. He showed Jason an anatomical drawing of a heart. "Like this, right?"

Jason studied the picture and nodded. "Color's different." He added.

"Then I saw it, maybe not in your way." He said gently, "I know you didn't lie about this. You are telling the truth."

Jason sat in silence for a while. "Am I abnormal?" He asked suddenly, his face dropping slightly.

He didn't try to figure out when and where Jason learned the word "abnormal".

"You are unusual." He said firmly.

Jason leaned over and hugged him, finally cheered up a little. The movie continued. Jason finished the chips and started with fruit salad.

"Then, how about the flying thing?" He tried best not to sound too concerned or curious. Jason mumbled something like "dunno" while chewing.

"'S first time. Dunno how, I just didn't want you to hit the ground." The young boy said after finishing his first mouthful.

He nodded, tousling his son's hair. "It's really cool."

Jason grinned.

The movie ended half an hour later. Chips and tortillas and salads were also done.

"You won't tell others, right?" Jason asked, yawning.

"Only if you want to." He said.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Jason nodded solemnly. "Will you tell mom?"

He thought for a moment, smiled. "It's up to you. I trust you with this."

The boy gave another nod, yawned again.

"Go brush you teeth." Richard gave Jason a playful poke. Jason growled like an annoyed kitten.

"You never saw the sweet-tooth bugs right?" He laughed, "Then they still decay you teeth without being seen."

Jason giggled, then hopped off bed willingly for brush.

"Do you think I can practice flying, dad?"

"Well, only if you promise me to practice with cushions first."

He read him stories before sleep as usual and Jason fell asleep quickly. Richard stayed up though, thinking about the whole thing. He remembered last week, when Jason's teacher went to talk to him about how to deal with Jason's IQ or interest in science. That hadn't made much sense to him at that time. Well, now it made sense in another way. Some advice might be helpful, he thought, but how many people in this planet were raising a supernatural son? Did Lois had any idea about Jason's ability? Was it inherited from Jason's own father? Sure, Lois is a fantastic woman, but her ability never seemed to go beyond a human range, right?

So many thoughts clouded his mind. He went to brush his teeth and washed his face to cool down. He came back into his room, smiling tenderly at the lump on his bed. A sleeping Jason was the cutest thing in this world to him. He slide into bed and cuddled his son. He still had to protect him, no matter what Jason could do. There must be something that was beyond Jason's but within his ability. That is what he was responsible for, what a father be responsible for. For his son and his treasure.


Special thanks to bookworm97 for the beta help! You save my week, love you 3