The Gotham City skyline glittered and glowed on what was meant to be a perfectly normal evening in the bustling metropolis. Thomas and Martha Wayne stood in front of Wayne Manor, a little way off from the big city, admiring the view of the place they had decided to call home. Bruce was finally asleep inside, after an almost 2-hour battle to get him to bed. For a three-year-old, the boy had an amazing amount of energy. He'll be just like his father someday, Martha thought, smiling. Even Alfred was finding him a bit hard to handle.

A bright light in the sky caught Thomas' eye. He raised his wine glass, thinking it a shooting star. That is, until he realized with a jolt that it was getting bigger, and bigger, becoming almost comet-like. He was transfixed, ignoring Martha's frantic tugging on his arm and insistence that it was headed right for them. The projectile kept coming, getting closer and closer until it was right on top of them, and the Waynes could see the thing shooting through the sky. They watched in awe as it soared right over the mansion and landed out of sight with a loud thud. The Waynes stood in shock as they saw Alfred emerging from inside, likely woken by the commotion. After filling Alfred in on what had transpired, the three stood for a minute, contemplating the fact that a meteor had just landed in their backyard, before swiftly moving to investigate.

They came to the crash site and abruptly froze. The thing was unlike anything they had ever seen before. It was smoking, small tendrils of steam rolling off the sleek silver metal. It looked like a pod, the kind one would see in science fiction films, and it was now lying in the middle of Martha's azaleas. The metal… thing, had a strange symbol etched into the metal. They moved closer to get a better look, and saw that it was not unlike a large letter S encased in a pentagon shape.

The Waynes were transfixed. A mysterious object had fallen out of the sky and landed in their backyard, and it looked like something had built it. This was no meteor. The Waynes moved a bit closer, Thomas considering reaching out to touch it. Before he could though, the three heard a small click come from inside the object, and suddenly the latch was opening slowly. As the hatch opened, Martha uttered a strangled little scream, and Alfred nearly fainted. Though, dignified as ever, he did his best not to show it.

Inside was a boy, no more than a newborn, sound asleep inside what seemed to be a glorified metal car seat. Or, rather, space car seat. Thomas stood in shock for a moment, realizing that this very human-looking boy had just fallen out of the sky right on their doorstep. They very slowly moved a bit closer to inspect the baby further.

"Where could he have come from…?" muttered Thomas.

"Is he… human?" asked Martha, though from the look she gave Alfred she clearly already knew the answer to that.

Alfred walked up close to the pod-like ship, despite loud warnings from both Waynes. He calmly, though with admittedly shaky hands, reached down to pick up the boy. The second his hand touched him, the metal restraints holding the infant in the ship immediately retracted, prompting a startled gasp from Thomas.

Alfred stood up, holding the now awake newborn. He stared up at the three adults with the bluest eyes they had ever seen, cooing softly and stretching. He gave a little yawn,

Martha smiled, running a hand through the boy's short black hair. "What will we call him?" she asked, looking up at her husband.

The Waynes looked on in silence for a moment at this mysterious tiny newborn from the stars, now swathed in Thomas' scarf. "Clark," Thomas said, smiling. The three looked back up at the sky for a moment, utterly shocked by what had just transpired. There was something out there, in the stars, contrary to everything they had ever thought they knew, and they had just been handed a tiny, adorable piece of it. Martha wondered just what exactly they were in for with this new child, now securely nestled in her arms.

"Not to spoil the moment, master Wayne," Alfred whispered, "But who gets the honors of explaining to master Bruce that he has a new baby brother who fell out of the sky? Because that particular task might be better left in your capable hands, I think."

Thomas took one last look at the tiny boy. "Clark Wayne. Welcome to the family little guy."

More chapters to come! This is just the exposition but I have WAY MORE in store for this story. Let me know what you think! I'm excited for your reactions to future chapters. Let's just say I have some stuff in store that may surprise you!

Next chapter should be up in about a week!

XXX- Irissa