I obviously don't own Superman

"There are rumors about the cause of the fire, some people claiming it was a direct attack on Micheal Barry, new resident of the Rosewood apartments."

I sat at the kitchen table with a sigh, watching the small television as rubbed my eyes under my glasses. I had hit snooze three too many times this morning, and I was feeling it. I hadn't even bothered to do my hair, choosing a high ponytail to keep it out of my face. Although I usually liked my shiny black curls, today they felt more of a nuisance. I poked my eggs drearily.

"Please eat them today," my mom said, pouring coffee into her to-go cup. "those are the last two, and your dad won't be able to have any this morning."

I glanced a the TV again just in time to see Superman fly out of view. "The fire?" I asked, taking a bite. My stomach growled in agreement.

Mom nodded, a tense look on her face. Though everyone knew Superman was practically invincible, she still seemed to dislike how much the city had started to depend on him. We all saw how the police and fire departments seemed to stop their rush whenever he appeared, taking his help for granted.

"Do you really think people are out to kill Barry?" I asked, starting on my second egg already.

"Georgia Kent, I said EAT them, not INHALE them"

I shrugged, still waiting for her response.

She sighed. "It sounds like it, and that puts your dad in a hard position."

I understood. Michael Barry was imprisoned by dad years ago for violent attempts to kill him as well as other members of the Justice League. He had successfully managed to wound Superman after illegally obtaining kryptonite that was being held by the government for emergency purposes. A fluke in the system had given him early bail, and now the citizens of Metropolis seemed to take it upon themselves to get rid of him. Apparently dad now had the difficult job of protecting Barry from murder, while still showing the public he didn't approve of his crimes.

Just as I was putting my plate in the sink, Dad landed gently on the balcony, still in his Superman get-up. With him came a strong smell of smoke that filled the room. I scrunched up my nose, noticing mom doing the same.

"Clark, please tell me you plan to shower in before we leave" Mom said, turning to him.

He chuckled, walking up to her and placing a kiss lightly on her lips. She seemed to momentarily forget the stink, her whole body relaxing. It probably would have been cute, if I was anyone but their daughter.

I made a point of bumping into them as I went to grab my book bag off the floor of the living room. Our apartment wasn't the biggest, but lucky for me it was small enough that I couldn't loose anything for more than 10 minutes. My parents separated, sharing a smile before he headed toward the bathroom. Mom watched him for a moment, then turned back to me. "And don't forget, dinner with the Olsen's tonight."

I nodded and gave her a quick hug. "Bye, mom."

"Bye, Georgia."

"Bye, dad." I yelled, though I didn't need to with our super-hearing. I took I any excuse to yell.

"Have a good day, Georgia. Be safe!" He called back.

I rolled my eyes as I stepped out the door and into the hall. I was the daughter of the 'Man of Steel', and had the exact same powers as he did. I don't think I could possibly be more safe.

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