After Clark had gotten over the initial shock his son had delivered him while they were walking down the still very busy sidewalks of Metropolis, he somehow managed to get Jason to a park without the little tyke asking too many questions. If there was one thing that Jason inherited from his mother, it was her burning curiosity. While it could be endearing, it could also be dangerous, just like his already high IQ. The boy was too perceptive for his own damn good.

He sat Jason down on a bent and knelt down in front of him at eye level. Blue eyes bore into blue eyes as they stared at each other for a few minutes, not speaking. Clark tried to form the words his mind told him to, but his lips didn't seem to want to. He licked his dry lips and opened his mouth again to speak, "What makes you think that I can fly?"

"Because you're Superman."

His throat closed up as he fiddled with his glasses. "What makes you think that I'm Superman?"

"I saw you flying on the TV."

"Jason," Clark started, "That wasn't me. It was Superman. I'm nothing like Superman. I don't look anything like Superman. "

"That's 'cause you wear a silly costume!" Jason tugged on Clark's tee shirt for emphasis. He opened his mouth to say something when Jason pointed at Clark's jean pocket, where he had stowed the drawing.

With a quirked brow, Clark dug into his pocket and pulled the drawing out. Without waiting for Jason to tell him it was okay to look, as he had implied it was fine, Clark unfolded the drawing. Tears stung his bright blue eyes as he stared at the drawing, his throat becoming even more dry. His voice was thick with emotions as he looked up at Jason, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, not saying anything.

"That's you right there, Clark." Jason said, pointing to drawn Superman, who was standing between Lois and Jason, holding their respective hands. Underneath each of them, he wrote their names out in his chicken scratch-like handwriting: Mommy, Clark, and Me.

Clark searched Jason's eyes for any sign of laughter, but found none. Instead, he found an icy seriousness that he had never seen in Lois's eyes. Must be his Kryptonian side coming out. He racked his brain for something to say, but found that he couldn't.

How was he going to convince Jason that he wasn't Superman, when he would be lying? Clark could never lie. It just wasn't encoded in his genetic makeup. He was incapable of lying, and normally, he was proud of that. But now, he hated it more than anything else in the world. Jason was a clever boy and would see right through Clark.

"Jason," Clark said after the long, pregnant pause. "What makes you think that….that I'm….Superman?"

"Because I saw you fly into my room after me and Mommy went to see you in the hospital, after you got all better."

Clark licked his lips again for the umpteenth time as he sighed. "No, Jason, you saw Superman fly into your room, not me. I can't fly."

Jason's face hardened as he set his jaw. Clark was startled to see just how much Jason looked like his mother whenever he was determined. Mix that with her temper, and poor Clark knew he didn't stand a chance. "But you are Superman!" Jason insisted stubbornly. "I saw you with my own two eyes!"

"Prove it." Clark replied, knowing that Jason would have to have a lot of proof to get him to admit that he was really Superman. He didn't catch the short, wicked grin that spread across Jason's lips before it was replaced by the same impassive look. Jason reached forward and took Clark's glasses off his nose, folding them up and setting them gently on the bench. Needless to say, Clark wasn't expecting that and he was speechless.

"See," Jason said brightly, "you are Superman!"

Clark opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't. He had been duped…by a four year old. He had never been left so speechless in his life, and all because a little boy, his son to be specific. How was he going to tell Jason that he was his father? Where he had went? Why he had left? Why he wasn't there? Tears pricked at the backs of his eyes at this questions and his heart sank into the bottom of his stomach.

He licked his lips as he asked in a low whisper, "How long have you known?"

Jason smiled triumphantly as he answered, "Since I first saw you."

Clark's eyes widened. "That long, eh? How'd you find out?"

"I saw Superman on the TV and then I saw you and you just looked like Superman, even with your glasses on." Jason explained simply, as though he was explaining why red was red; it just was.

A low chuckle escaped Clark's mouth. "Why is it that a little boy can figure it out in one glance, when the adults I surround myself with for years can't even figure it out?"

Jason shrugged. "I dunno, they're stupid?" At Clark's surprised look, he quickly added, "Mommy said it first!"

Again, Clark laughed before he let out a long sigh. He met Jason's eyes as he began speaking, "Jason, it's important that no one else finds out that I'm," He glanced around the park to find it surprisingly empty, but he still dropped his voice, "Superman, because a lot of people could get hurt if the wrong person ever found out. So that means-."

"Don't worry, Clark," Jason cut in. "Your secret's safe with me!" He drew his finger across his bottom lip as though zipping his lips, 'locked' his mouth closed, and placed the 'key' in Clark's hand. Jason gave a deep nod as he giggled.

Clark sighed again, only this time out of relief. It seemed that Jason knew the importance of keeping his secret safe. It still baffled him, though, how a boy of four could figure out one of the world's biggest secrets from the get-go when the people he's been around for years, people that he had befriended, couldn't even figure it out. He's a smart kid, that's why. Clark smiled at Jason again, who was busy kicking his feet together to get the red lights on his Ninja Turtle shoes to light up. And apparently easily amused.

Clark glanced at his watch and his eyes widened. It was nearing eight thirty. They needed to get back to Clark's apartment. Even though he was Superman and Jason knew, he didn't want to put his son at risk. He wasn't about to display his powers to Jason either, it was entirely too early.

"Come on, buddy," Clark said, standing up and stretching. "It's getting late and we've got to get back to my house." Jason nodded and hopped off the bench, dusting off the seat of his pants. Clark held out his hand to Jason, who frowned at it. "What's wrong?"

"Can't we fly?" He asked, already sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

Oh no. Please don't use that look against me. Your mother used to use that look against me. Although, yours in ten times more adorable than hers.

Clark shook his head. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Jason."

"But why?" Jason whined, the four year old in him coming out in full force. "I'll hang on real tight!"

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will." Clark began. "But, what would your mommy say?"

"She wouldn't care." Jason tried.

"Knowing your mother like I do, Jason," Clark said, "Yeah she would."

Jason's face hardened once more, only this time in anger. Again, he held a startling resemblance to his mother. It was frightening to Clark. He had never been more intimidated by afour year old in his life. "You've taken her flying before, so why can't you take me?"

"Because you're younger, Jason, and smaller."

"Please!" Jason begged, grabbing Clark's hand, giving it a tug. "Pretty please! I won't cause anymore trouble (Clark laughed.)! I promise!" He swung Clark's hand back and forth, his cerulean eyes widening in desperation. "Please."

Clark exhaled heavily, in defeat. "All right."

"REALLY!" Jason squealed excitedly, a look of disbelief crossing his face. Had he really just convinced Superman to take him flying!

The mild mannered reporter nodded his head resignedly. "Really."

Jason lunged at Clark, wrapping his small arms around Clark's strong legs and hugging them tightly. "Thank you! Thank you!" He cried happily.

Clark laughed as he pealed Jason off his legs. He crouched down in front of his son and said, "Now, I need you to look out for people. Let me know if someone's coming, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Jason nodded eagerly. "Yep! I can do it."

His excitement brought a wide grin to Clark's face as he glanced around the park once more. He had just given Jason the task of looking out for anyone so he would be distracted. Seeing that no one was around, Clark began to spin around faster than the eye could see. Within moments, the man that was Clark Kent was gone and standing in his place was the Man of Steel himself.

"Did anyone see?" Superman asked in his baritone voice.

Jason whipped around, his eyes widening in shock. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to form words, but couldn't. Jason Lane had thought that nothing could surprise him, as he knew Superman's secret, but seeing the Savior of Metropolis in person sent him into a state of pure awe.

"Whoa," he breathed in disbelief, his hand reaching out to touch the material of Superman's cape, but he quickly withdrew it, sending Superman an uneasy look.

"It's okay," Superman urged, a small smile on his face. "You can touch if you want."

Jason swallowed the lump of surprise in his throat and slowly touched the cape. "It's so soft!" He exclaimed quietly, rubbing the material between his fingers. He ran his small hands over the spandex that covered Superman's leg and giggled, "It tickles."

Superman laughed in his low, rich tone. "Are you ready to go flying, Mr. Lane?"

Dumbly, Jason nodded, not fully believing that he was actually going to get to fly with Superman! He had been dreaming of doing so since he found out Clark's secret, but never thought he was going to get the chance. In all reality, he was shocked to find that Clark had caved so easily. If it had been Mommy, he would've never gotten to go flying.

Superman smiled as he picked Jason up, situating the four year old on his hip. "You're going to want to hold on tight." He advised. Jason looped his arms around Superman's neck. "You ready?"

Slowly, Jason bobbed his head as his answer, as he was still in shock that he was actually going flying with Superman! Although, Jason had to admit, he felt somewhat silly wearing his Ninja Turtle shirt and shoes in front of Superman. To him, it just seemed insulting. He was going to have to remind Mommy that he needed new shoes and couldn't wear this shirt anymore.

Before Jason even knew it, they were hovering six feet about the ground. He gasped and clung to Superman for dear life. His body shook as Superman chuckled. "I told you. Any place in particular you want to go?"

"You said that we were going home, Mr. Superman." Jason said in a voice barely above a whisper. Of course, because of his super hearing, Superman had heard it.

"Is that really where you want to go?"

Reluctantly, he shook his head. "No," He admitted.

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Up high in the sky!" Jason chirped happily, his eyes gleaming with hope.

"To the sky it is." Superman replied with a grin, slowly ascending toward the thick, nighttime clouds.

A/N: And that's chapter four. Thank you all so much for your gracious reviews. And because of said reviews, I've decided to make this into a ten chapter or longer fic. So, review please.

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