"Normal"
There was a time when Rex tried to be normal. That time was called his entire school career. He tried to be the average student, getting decent grades and staying out of trouble just to play sports. Of course John and Shayera tried to give their son a normal childhood, but it's hard to hide wings or a world famous face. None of them would forget Rex's first public school experience.
John and Shayera had flown to the school fully costumed with both Rex and his younger sister, Chelsey. They walked into the classroom, John and Shayera in lead so no one could see the youngest members of the group. The young teacher perked up, "Hawkgirl, Green Lantern, how can I help you?" She scurried up from position near her desk, not noticing the new additions to the group of children.
John's bassy voice responded, "You can just call me John or Mr. Stewart. I understand our son's gonna be in your class." The adults of the room pooled together and whispered.
Noticing this, Shayera couldn't help but remark. "Gee, nothin' like gettin' talked about in the most obvious way. Almost as bad as when I was pregnant with Rex and refused to just take monitor duty. Almost the entire world knew that I was pregnant and I wouldn't give the press the time of day, let alone who the father was."
"But that made the international gossip, hard to beat that."
They watched the children for a moment. John went to join the fun while Shayera talked to the teacher. The teacher had been glancing down through her roster searching for Stewarts. "Rex, I assume?"
"Yes. He's a sweetheart but a bit mischievous at times."
"So, can I call you Mrs. Stewart?"
"Shayera, or Mrs. Stewart is fine. Look, I know it's an unusual situation, but we want Rex to be no different than any other kid. We do try to teach him to defend himself, but we have also taught him to be disciplined and never use any of the techniques on his classmates. If we are ever both unavailable, we have a list of possible contacts. They're all family friends, but that's all we've got."
"No grandparents, aunts, or uncles?"
"None living. My parents died not long before I came to Earth. His before I ever met him. If it comes down to it, just contact the League and ask for anyone on the list. They are the ones that we know and would trust with anything." The young woman's eyes lit up at the thought of having to meet more Leaguers.
"You mean you wouldn't trust the entire League with your children?" She asked sarcastically. "I understand. There are some of my friends I wouldn't trust with my children." The women laughed.