My sense was muddled, whereas I should have seen bumps in the wall and lines were the wallpaper ended. I could only see blurry white and a grey above me that moved in a circular pattern.

I tried to move only to find myself struggling to even shake my limbs. I tried to murmur only to speak in gurgles, I even tried to move my tongue only to feel no teeth, only gum.

Despite my realisation that I was inside the body of a baby, I knew that panicking would do nothing. After all, if I was a baby, then I would only give whoever was my parents or guardians trouble and I don't want to make someone suspicious despite my body having too much energy.

"Look at this cute guy, Jonathan." A soft voice took my attention away from the room to two people standing in front of my cot. They were close, close enough to make out their main aspects.

Both had caucasian or light skin, the male shaped one having short brown hair, a green shirt with two pockets on the chest, a white vest underneath, a black line around the waist indicating a belt with jeans and a peak below showed dark shoes.

The smaller and female shape wore a long-sleeved purple shirt, an abnormal bobbed black hair.

The two looked down at me, talking to each other about me.

"I-I think this is the one, Jon." The Woman spoke again, her voice vulnerable as she smiled. Her pronunciation of words revealed her American nationality, though I couldn't tell where from just by her accent alone. I was English myself before my death so I quickly figured out that I was most likely in the USA.

"Are you sure Martha?" Jonathan questioned his wife, to which she answered with a nod.

Martha's muddled head bobbed slowly. "I am Jon. This is the one. I want to adopt him."

"Martha? Jonathan? I've heard those names before." My brain's thought process was to slow even think straight. Before I could think anymore, my eyelids drooped, even my hearing was affected. The sounds of the couple faded into nothing as my vision finally turned to black.

Finally, I fell asleep.

Jonathan

Jonathan looked down at the baby that Martha was looking at. A cute thing. A small patch of black hair at the top of his head. The baby seemed to have heard them as he turned its head around to look at them, allowing Jonathan to look at the boy's rare amber eyes.

Martha spoke beside him. "I feel this is the one Jon, I can just feel it."

Jonathan couldn't help but feel the same. As if something was telling him to take care of this baby.

It was a simple process after the two had decided to adopt the baby. Sign a few papers, with options of training in caring for a child, etc.

The time went by in a flash, it didn't feel that long until the couple were holding onto their new adoptive son, Mason Kent.

Mason

The uncomfortable feeling of giant hands holding my body up woke me. My eyes clumsily woke up to see the woman called Martha look back down. The close distance let me see her deep blue eyes.

"Hello, Mason." She whisper-cooed to me, her eyes shined with tears building up. "We'll be home soon."

My head went through what she said, the unshed tears, the whisper of happiness. "I'm either adopted or a miracle child." I figured out.

"He won't disappear Martha." The man, Jonathan I remembered, softly told her.

"I know Jon, but I just can't believe he's real. I'm holding our son in my arms." Martha's voice broke, her joy clear to the world.

Using my eyes, that was clearing from the muddled sight they were before, I could see leather seats and a red ceiling above Martha. A familiar sound building up and the grinding sound of gears changing gave away my location. I was in a car of some kind though I didn't know what.

I quickly became restless, my annoyance escaped me in a flock of gurgles. The noise simply made Martha widen her already wide smile.

The smile felt...nice. A small giggle escaped me, I didn't know what came over me. I just giggled. Maybe it was the memories of a previous mother who had given the same smile. The same love.

However, the feeling was torn when an ear-piercing whistle-like sound engulfed the car. A bright orange lit the interior and Jonathan, or Dad as I took to calling him, swerved the car to a violent stop. I cried, my mind already hyped up on newborn hormones and emotions. Martha covered me with her body, thinking that we were under attack.

"What was that?!" Dad yelled at the top of his lungs.

The orange light and whistle quieted down, and I quieted down once I released that I wasn't dead. Martha checked to make sure that I was alright before looking out of the car, squinting her eyes tightly, at the time I thought it was to make sure her eyes weren't blinded by the light.

"I don't know," Martha replied. "Didn't it look metal to you?" She wondered.

"Metal? A meteor perhaps?"

"It did, what was that? I'm going to take a look, you stay here with Mason." Dad ordered Mum as he picked up a flashlight and clicked it on.

"What?! No!"

"Not now Martha! You need to take care of Mason." I heard a door open and shut. Looking up, I saw Mum glare out of the vehicle.

"Why is he going towards the meteorite?! I swear if this turns out to be a sci-fi horror film, I'll...just cry in agony as I'm assimilated." Continuing to look at Martha, I cooed, knowing that Mum was worried for Dad. Hoping that my feelings as her instincts would persuade her into running after him.

Mum looked down at me and smiled. "You must be worried for Daddy, aren't you? I am as well."

I cooed again, this time trying very hard to put agitation and concern into that coo. Mum grew a look of unease at my sounds and finally made a decision.

"Let's go with Daddy then, little guy."

"Victory for baby!"

Mum left the car, making sure I was secure in her arms, before walking swiftly to try and catch up to Dad.

"Martha! What are you doing?! I said stay with Mason in the car!" Dad chastised Mum for her decision, a smidge of guilt formed in my chest but I quickly locked it away. Knowing that I couldn't do anything else.

"I felt uneasy Jon, even Mason could feel something was wrong."

Dad sighed, his anger placated, feeling that there was nothing he could do to change her mind. "Okay, but stay close to me. Alright?"

And with that, the couple searched and there I was held in Martha's arms, unable to help or even give hints. Luckily, it wasn't long maybe five minutes, until the world put my senses on edge. Tears gathered in my eyes and my throat was irritated, so much so that I coughed lightly. Mum immediately checked on me, holding the blanket softly over my face, making sure that I could still breath but the smoke was held off.

"Is Mason alright?" I guess Dad heard it too.

"He's fine, just a small cough from my little guy." Once again the feeling of happiness grew in my chest.

The couple continued to search, only for Mum to look up and her eyes widened. Disbelief, slight terror mixed with curiosity Slowly, she turned and walked to the thing that caught her attention.

"Over here, Martha!" Dad called out, however, Mum didn't answer him walking as in a trance. "Martha!" Once again, she didn't answer. I was unable to look at my surroundings, only Mum's face.

Eventually, I heard rushing water and Mum's steps getting shorter, in time with the rushing water made me know that she was walking in shallow water I thought. Mum was able to manoeuvre me to one hand as she stopped.

"It looks like a...ship!" She gasped.

"A ship? Unless we're next to the sea, and I doubt that considering I can't hear the sounds of a beach, then that means that we are inland. Then could this be a spaceship? That...almost sounds familiar. A couple of Jonathan and Martha find a ship."

Out of the corner of my eye, I was able to glimpse the sleek grey shape and black glass-like material in the front. Mum reached for it with her free hand, only for steam and compressed air to flash from the ship.

The glass middle opened up vertically and inside was a shocking sight.

A baby like myself, though this one was in a red blanket, with black hair and was sleeping soundly as if they weren't inside a spaceship that just crash-landed.

It was then it hit me.

"That's Kal-El of Krypton, Clark Kent of Earth and the hero Superman...I'm in the DC Universe...well shit."

The realisation was too much for my mind.

I blacked out.

Martha

Martha looked down at the baby within the ship, the feeling of joy sprung onto her face in the form of a smile.

"Two children…" She breathed with a smile, Martha made sure that Mason was secure in her right arm and picked up the space baby with her left.

"Martha? Martha?!" Jonathan cried out. Martha simply walked away from the ship a serene smile on her face.

"Shush, you'll wake them."

The sudden thud of the flashlight described Jonathan's astonishment. The thud made the space baby's dark eyes open.

"Whoa Martha, what are you doing?" Martha once again didn't answer Jonathan as she continued walking. He then ran in front of Martha, stopping her. "Put that thing back, we don't know where it came from."

Martha simply turned away from him. "He's not a thing Jonathan, he's a baby. A little baby. Who'd put a baby in a spaceship?" Her question's answer wasn't in her focus as she made quiet noises to the space baby. Turning to Mason, she could see he was asleep, she smiled at him. She couldn't have kids but now she has two.

"That's my point, could he be Russian? A sputnik baby." Jonathan's answer to her made her scoff.

"Oh, really!"

Jonathan then gained a thoughtful look. "Maybe he's one of ours, you think NASA's missing a baby?"

"I don't care where he came from. All I know is that he needs us, Jonathan. They both do." She looked down to see the baby from the spaceship lift his arms to Jonathan. "Look how he's reaching out to you Jonathan."

Jon took the baby from Martha as he looked down at him. "Cute little fella." He reached out with his finger so the baby could grab onto it. "Got a good grip too." He smiled down at the baby before feeling a slight pinch of pain. "Ow." That was before he felt his entire finger feel like it broke. "Ow!"

Martha quickly took the baby back in her left arm. "What do you think of the name Christopher?"

"Now, Martha." Jon looked at his wife with slight exasperation. "Let's discuss this, can we look after two babies? Martha?"

"Or Kevin?"

"Martha? This is serious."

"Or Kirk, oh! I know, we can use my maiden name. What do you think of…?"