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The characters used in the story are the property of DC comics and Warner Bros. I do not own them. I have used them in the story which is a product of my own imagination
Prologue
Clarke Kent was enjoying a quiet and uneventful evening at Smallville. It was not often that he had the opportunity to get away from the rush hour and sit on his farm, gazing at the distant birds, not too intently for it would remind him that he could fly, look far…way far, and go touch the sun. He did not enjoy the thought so much with passing years. The duty of a news reporter was as mild as he was, for Lois would take most of the work off him - Chill Smallville! she'd say. The thought of Lois made him smile, as it always did. He sighed and leaned back on his arms, as he looked at the horizon, the dusk which looked wonderful with myriad shades of red and yellow painting the sky. The Sun was Orangish, except for a few dark spots created by the flock of birds flying back home. Clark could've determined what kind of birds they were, but refrained from doing so, for he wanted feel and act like an ordinary human being. It has been long- he said to himself, as he recollected the day the news of his being an alien was broken to him. After that, somehow, life had never been the same. He loved his parents - the Kents. He came home for vacation and thanksgiving, he decorated the tree for Christmas, still – something felt amiss.
The life of the Man of Steel was very demanding of himself and his time. He could not make it home for the Christmas. The Kents were disappointed, but they didn't let that show. Perhaps they thought they didn't have the right to demand attention from him, for they weren't really his parents. At least that's what Clarke felt, and the thought had made him restless ever since. Did he feel the same? Clarke had considered that, had talked to Jonn about it. It wasn't much help, for Jonn could only read his mind and not go any deeper into his feelings at the risk of hurting him. He had even turned to the one man whom he considered his best friend, although what that man felt for him was as hazy as this question itself.
You're thinking too much - he had said, in his deep and cold voice. That was all he would've got if he hadn't almost begged him to get him out of it. I always call you Clarke, if I don't call you Superman, of course! he said after long persuasion, and before Clarke could digest that, he was gone!
Bruce! - he said to himself, Why can't I get you off my head for one day! - he snapped. Bruce was one person he could never understand. He had tried for 5 years and had given up on it too. On the other hand, Bruce seemed to understand him too well. His jaw tightened and his chest rose as a result of a deep inhalation. He let go off the air, slowly, as if draining away the thought of Bruce with it. He concentrated hard on the birds again, although there was only one left covering the Sun in a tiny spot. He fixed his eyes on it, and even without Super vision, he understood that the spot was getting bigger and bigger. It was moving towards him, in the line of his sight. He tried hard to resist his temptation to use his powers.
The spot had grown big enough, i.e.; the bird had moved close enough for him to see the colour. For a moment, he found himself averting the glare of the shining metal. The next moment, the realization had dawned upon him!
Wonder Woman
He stood up in reflex. Wonder Woman in uniform. She was carrying something in her hand. He shook his head and watched again, this time, more intently. It was she, unmistakably! Clarke considered - Wonder Woman in uniform - meant trouble, trouble in some part of the world! He sighed - So much for the vacation! He took to flight and approached her.
"Diana, what's wrong?" he said, seeing her troubled face.
"Hold him!" she said in a hurry, looking over her shoulder intermittently, as if she was afraid that she being followed.
"What - " Clarke gasped as he removed the robe that covered the him she was referring to. It was a baby boy, deep asleep
"Please take care of him! You are the only one who can save him! I will be back, in a week, I promise! Please… please, don't let him away from you sight, not even for a minute! It's very important! Oh…no, Great Hera! Look…" she pointed an object at a distance on the farm. Clarke could make out that it was some old woman, with a black robe. She disappeared as soon as they had caught a glimpse of her.
"She's here too! Please, Ka…Superman, I beg you, don't even let her shadow touch him! I need to go, or it'll be too late!" she set off even before Clarke could say, "Who is this anyway?"
She had covered a considerable distance by that time, and Clarke had not followed her, for he was too perplexed. After a few minutes, her voice came from a distance.
"It's Bruce!
