Summary: A family outing to the movies is anything but relaxing for the Kent family.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make nothing. All characters, plot points, and recognizable dialogue belong to DC comics, Warner Bros., December 3rd Productions and anyone else with a stake in the Superman franchise. I don't own any of the characters (or the dialogue) from The Incredibles II either. They belong to Pixar and Disney. All other superheroes mentioned belong to DC comics, Warner Bros., and their respective production companies.
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“Okay, how about this row?” Clark asked, nodding toward the half-empty row of reclining armchairs with his chin, as he carefully balanced the loaded tray of snacks he was carrying.
Lois scrutinized the seats carefully before finally shaking her head. “Too close.”
“Maybe up there?” Clark asked, jutting his chin out in the direction of the mostly occupied row three steps up.
“Ugh, no,” fourteen-year-old Rebecca complained, rolling her eyes in a perfect match to the way her mother always did. “Anthony and his new girlfriend are in that row. They are not going to see me here with my parents.”
Clark ignored his daughter’s sulky mood and idly wondered when his cheerful, smiley baby girl would return. It wasn’t that puberty had turned her into someone he could no longer recognize, but there were times when he just didn’t understand her moods. Luckily, Lois seemed to be an expert on teenage girls, and he was happy to let her take the lead on things when it came to Becca.
“Well, I don’t…” he began, but his daughter interrupted.
“The back row,” she said definitively. She pointed with the large cup of Dr. Pepper in her hand. “There. Five seats in a row, on the left.”
“Everyone okay with that?” Clark asked.
There was a general murmur of assent, so he led the way up the stadium-style slope of the theater to the empty seats. Christopher, his nineteen-year-old, took the far seat and immediately put his feet up with the electronic footrest. He reclined as far back as was possible, then took a large swig of his Mountain Dew. Then he reached over and grabbed the immense bucket of popcorn that his older brother, Michael, was carrying.
“Hey, remember, you need to share that, baby bro,” Michael teased him gently.
“Yeah, yeah, just as long as you get up and get the free refill on it,” Chris shot back with a lopsided grin that was the twin to Clark’s.
“Ugh, nerds,” Rebecca said, giving her brothers another eye roll. But Clark’s sharp eyes couldn’t miss the slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she took the seat next to Michael.
Clark sat next to his daughter, leaving the aisle seat open for Lois. He carefully put down his burden of snacks. Then, like his sons, Clark reclined his chair as far as it went, enjoying the way he could stretch his back out a little that way.
“Okay,” he said finally, as Lois situated herself in her seat. “Mikey, the Goobers were yours,” he said, more for his own benefit that his son’s. “Chris, here are your Reese’s Pieces. Becca had the Sour Patch Kids.” He dutifully doled out the boxes of candy.
Lois reached over and took the box of Snowcaps before he could offer them to her. “Thanks,” she said, flashing him a brilliant smile. She leaned over his seat and kissed his cheek, making him smile dopily.
“No problem,” he said softly, gently capturing her lips for a lightning quick kiss. After all, it didn’t take much to embarrass his children these days, especially his daughter.
Then he turned his attention to his box of Swedish Fish before grabbing the Cherry Coke Lois had carried into the theater for him while his hands had been occupied. He took a long sip of the sugary drink before popping one of the gummy fish into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully as he stared at the large screen in the front of the room. But he no longer saw the projected ads on the screen. He was lost to the memories spinning through his mind, of a day fourteen years ago, when his sons had been barely out of toddlerhood and his daughter had been just a baby, too young to accompany him to the movies.
Clark looked over to his boys, now mostly grown. He could still see the babies they’d once been, even in their adult features. He could still see the precocious little boy that Michael had once been. He’d been studious even as a toddler, and it was no wonder why he’d gone into the science field. In fact, in just another month, he was set to begin interning at Star Labs while he finished off his college degree. And Christopher was still the wild, funny, free-spirited kid Clark had always known. Clark knew that, whatever Chris chose to pursue in life, he would do so with the same fire and passion he’d inherited from Lois.
Rebecca…
Clark smiled to himself. The spitting image of her mother, Rebecca Kent was a force to be reckoned with. Clark could easily see his daughter one day shaping the world through politics or activist work, or maybe even as a reporter, like her parents. As much as he was savoring watching her grow up, he could scarcely wait to see the extraordinary woman he knew Becca would become.
“Hey, remember when I took you boys to the first movie?” Clark asked a few moments later, interrupting the start of a good-natured squabble over who would hold the popcorn bucket. “It was the first movie I’d ever taken you to. You were so young.” He smiled.
“Um…vaguely,” Mike admitted, scratching his head. “I remember you acting really weird afterwards. Now I get why that was,” he added with a wink. He laughed lightly. “That must have been a scary movie for you.”
Clark chuckled. “Terrifying. Bruce and I had to call together an emergency…discussion…about the movie.”
Looking back, Clark’s fears about the Incredibles stirring up people’s curiosity about superheroes and their potential secret identities had not been completely unfounded. Speculation had flared up for months after the movie debuted, leaving the real-world supers on their toes and more than vigilant in keeping their identities under wraps. A few warped individuals had come close to outing Lantern, and it had only been through sheer luck that John had managed to fool the public into thinking he didn’t have a secret life at all.
Internally, Clark was worried that this sequel to the original film would cause new headaches. With the world constantly evolving and technology getting smarter, easier to carry and use, and more widespread every day, it was getting almost impossible – not to mention exhausting! – trying to keep his identity safely concealed. It was the same for the others as well. Perhaps the only one who seemed to be having an easy time of it was Arthur…but really, how much of a challenge was it to retreat to inaccessible areas of the ocean’s depths to avoid unwanted attention?
He sighed softly, trying to push the thought from his head. “What about you, Chris?”
Chris shook his head and shrugged “Sorry. I do remember being obsessed with the movie for a really long time though.”
“A really long time? You were Frozone for three Halloweens in a row,” Lois piped up, giving her son a loving smile.
Chris grinned and spread his arms wide. “Hey, when you find something you like…”
“I wasn’t surprised you stuck with it for so long,” Clark replied. “I was however, kind of shocked that you picked Frozone over Mr. Incredible, when, clearly, he was more…Superman-like,” he said with a wink.
“That’s why he was boring to me,” Chris playfully shot back.
Clark bit back the impulse to give his son a faux-wounded ‘hey!’ Instead, he fixed his son with an amused look. “Yeah, well, the joke was on you, huh?” he asked smugly, referring to Chris’ own immense strength.
Chris rolled his eyes and Clark stifled a laugh. All of his children had inherited his abilities, to a lesser or even greater degree. Michael could easily outmatch him for speed on the ground, though Clark could still move quicker through the air. Christopher’s strength rivaled Clark’s and his hearing was, if possible, even more acute than his father’s. And Becca…they weren’t yet sure of where her powers’ limits lay yet. That didn’t surprise Clark at all. He’d been nearly a full-grown man before his powers had stopped developing, with the last one, flight, coming in at eighteen. But Rebecca was nothing if not Lois’ child, and the competitive Lane gene was strong within her. She’d starting flying at eleven.
Clark was about to make a veiled comment to his kids, but the lights suddenly lowered, the curtain moved to expand the area of exposed screen, and the sound got louder as the previews started to play. None of the coming attractions overly wowed Clark, so he concentrated on his snacks. Unfortunately, he failed to check his speed, and the box of Swedish Fish was empty before the last preview ended and the reminder to silence all cell phones flashed onto the screen. With a disappointed frown, he set the box aside, settled back into his recliner, and took Lois’ hand.
The movie started with a touching message from the cast and crew, talking about the fourteen-year gap between the movies. It was a nice gesture that Clark found himself appreciating, and he hoped the wait would prove to be worth it. Because, he had to admit, as much trouble as the first movie had caused, it had been a really good movie.
The movie hit the ground running, starting exactly where the original had left off. The city was in danger from the nefarious Underminer and it was up to the Parr family – the Incredibles – to stop him. Bob and Helen raced off to stop the Underminer’s oversized drill, inadvertently causing damage to the city as they struggled to keep bystanders from getting hurt or killed. Meanwhile, their two older kids – Violet and Dash – kept trying to help while passing off babysitting their younger brother, Jack-Jack, to each other. And, since the villain had chosen his hour of vengeance to occur just as a school track meet had ended, the boy Violet was interested in caught a glimpse of her without her identity-concealing mask.
Clark’s stomach dropped a little as he instantly realized, before the rest of the happy families enjoying the movie, how complicated that would make life for poor Violet. He knew all about what it was like for a secret to be revealed before being ready for it. Lois had figured out his alter ego before he’d been prepared to tell her, and even though he’d known in his heart that he had to tell her soon, it had been terrifying for her to know the truth. Of course, he hadn’t been some teenager with a crush at the time. He’d been a grown man, deeply in love, and ready to commit his life to her through marriage. It had only been because he’d needed to know that she loved him for all the things he couldn’t do as Clark, and not all the things he could do as Superman.
He also knew that one day, his own children might have to face the same challenge of letting the person they loved most in the world know about their incredible abilities. As it was, Michael had been dating his girlfriend, Allison, for two years now, and had told Clark on one or two occasions recently that he was thinking of proposing in the future, once he was out of college and established in his career. And that scared Clark. Not that his son was growing older and more independent – in fact, Clark loved that his children were growing up to be such amazing, self-sufficient people. But if and when the time came for Michael to tell Allison that he was one of the heroes flying around Metropolis - and the son of Superman - it would make him vulnerable. Clark knew only too well what that felt like. Lois’ initial reaction to finding out his own secret still hurt him if he dwelled on it for too long, though he’d never really blamed her for being angry and needing some distance to process it all.
So he worried about his son’s tender heart. And, if he were to be completely honest, the thought of letting another “outsider” in on the family secret put them all at risk, not just Michael. Over the years, it had been imperative to let a few select souls in on the secret, all for different reasons. Dr. Klein was the only person Clark had ever trusted with his children’s health. Perry had admitted to knowing since the beginning. Jimmy had found out by accident one night when Clark had been forced to break his cover to save his friend’s life. His in-laws had found out twice, after a memory wiping machine had erased the first revelation from their brains. But with the birth of Michael, Lois had worried about any potential powers manifesting early, and had felt it was best to prepare her parents and sister, just in case something extraordinary were to happen in front of them.
All of them had taken the news as well as could be expected, but Clark still carried the weight of worry with him each day since. Theirs was a knowledge that criminals would hurt, maim, or kill for. It terrified Clark to know that he might one day inadvertently cause the people he loved most to get killed. With a mental shudder, he watched as the Incredible family – known to the public only as the Parr family – finally put an end to the Underminer’s machine and the threat he posed to the city. Arrests were made, but to Clark’s horror, it was the Parrs who were arrested, not the Underminer, who’d escaped justice by sheer luck.
In the meantime, Frozone managed to escape detection and was approached by a man who asked him if he’d be interested in changing the law which made it illegal for superheroes to exist out in public, using their powers for the benefit of society at large. Immediately, Clark’s hackles rose and an uncomfortable feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. It sounded like a set up to him. Or maybe he was just too used to dealing with traps in his own life. The first time, he’d been suckered in by Lex Luthor, who’d expressed his concern for Lois as their wedding date loomed nearer. Clark had been overconfident in his powers and blind with hatred for Lex, not to mention sick with worry for Lois. And although they hadn’t parted on the best of terms – a rejected declaration of love in the park and a proposition to Superman just hours later – he’d loved Lois too much, even back then, to ignore even the suggestion that something might be wrong with her. For his trouble, Luthor had caged him with Kryptonite and poisoned him almost to the point of death. It had only been dumb luck and a lot of determination to save Lois that had allowed Clark to escape with his life. But he’d been without his powers and sick for days after; a mocking reminder of how stupid he’d been.
Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the last time he’d become a victim of a set up. Once, he’d been scammed into stealing nuclear weapons. Even the surviving Kryptonians who’d come to Earth – some to beg for his help and others hell-bent on destroying him – had woven their traps as they sought any means to their own ends. And as much as Clark was loathe to do it, there had been times when others had set traps that he’d deliberately walked into. Sometimes it had been to save a friend – like when he’d given up years of his own life to save Jimmy. Other times, he’d allowed himself to walk into a set up merely because it gave him his best opportunity to take on and defeat his enemies. But in no cases had it ever felt good to know he was allowing himself to take the bait and putting himself and his loved ones at risk.
Clark sighed softly and turned his attention back to the movie, trying to squelch down the misgivings he had about the man who had approached Frozone. The Parrs were led away to the police station, minus Frozone. Clark breathed a sigh of relief that at least one hero wasn’t going to bear the brunt of the city’s anger over the destruction that had occurred. Misplaced anger at that. Didn’t the citizens of Metroville realize how lucky they were that there was only some property damage, and that no one had lost their lives? Clark grit his teeth, annoyed with the animated officers on screen.
He and the others in the Justice League had been fortunate, he reflected. While they always did their utmost to ensure that neither lives nor property were in danger when fighting crime, it was unavoidable that the occasional mishap would occur. Clark hated to admit it, but it was possible he himself was responsible for the most damage done, but that could hardly be helped. There were times when crashing through a wall to get at trapped victims or hostages was absolutely necessary. And he could scarcely be held responsible for the times when a foe got the better of him and sent him crashing into parked cars or worse. After all, his dense molecular structure wasn’t exactly a choice he’d made.
Still there had been one instance where Superman had been arrested, back when he’d first started out. A freak heat wave in Metropolis – now known to have been caused by a leak at Luthor’s nuclear facility – had been blamed on Superman. And while Clark had never been able to prove it, he more than suspected that Luthor had been controlling the leak somehow, making it so the temperatures rose with each super feat that had been performed in an attempt to drive him out of town. The plan had nearly succeeded too. Clark had been ready to move away for good to go live in isolation somewhere, terrified that he might be a solar conductor and a threat to the people around him. But, before he’d made up his mind to go, he’d been arrested for using his powers, even though he hadn’t meant to defy the court’s orders.
But he’d messed up and, as he’d been taught as a young boy, he’d stepped up to the plate, admitted his fault, and taken responsibility for his actions. He’d accepted his punishment and hadn’t resisted when the police had taken him to the city’s jail, though, strictly as a matter of self-preservation, he’d intentionally caused enough minor problems while being booked that the officers hadn’t been able to collect any identifying information on him – like his fingerprints – that could, one day, potentially expose him as Clark Kent. He hadn’t felt great about the feigned ineptitude he’d put on, but he simply hadn’t seen any other way other than subtle sabotage.
Looking back on his brief prison stint, he felt the hot shame and embarrassment creep up the back of his neck once more. It has been humbling and humiliating to submit to being caged like a common criminal. He could still hear the taunts and the teasing of his fellow inmates. He could still clearly remember the threats they’d made – empty ones, to be sure, but still carrying enough venom in their words to make Clark flinch internally. He could still recall how distressing it had been to think of himself as a criminal, when he’d dedicated himself – in both his alter-egos – to upholding the law and being a pillar of justice. He’d worried too that he would lose the public’s trust now that Superman had a rap sheet.
But his time behind bars had been mercifully short. And while the public had initially turned their backs on the alien hero who they’d erroneously believed to be inadvertently harming them, once it was discovered that the heat had been in no way connected to Superman’s activities, the public had once again embraced their hero with open arms. That had been almost as big of a relief to Clark as finding out that he wasn’t a danger to anyone and that he could remain in the city he loved, working next to – and eventually wooing – the woman that held his heart.
Clark smiled a little to himself as he watched the animated drama on screen. At least superheroes were legal in his world – even when he’d been ordered not to use his powers. The Parrs weren’t so lucky. Supers were expressly prohibited from being superheroes. Laws had been written making it illegal to be their natural selves in the world the Parrs lived in – not just in their city, but, apparently, all over the world. Refusing to dwell on that fact for too long, he picked up the thread of the movie again.
Finally allowed to leave the police station, the Incredibles made their way back to the hotel they were staying at, since their home had been destroyed by the evil Syndrome in the previous movie. Bob’s friend, Rick Dicker, a government employee hired to keep supers in check and under the radar, drove them to the hotel where he proceeded to let Bob know that it was time he give up on the superhero work and that the program he’d worked for had been shut down. But he did promise to look into the incident with Tony, the boy who’d seen Violet without her mask on.
Two more weeks at the hotel were promised to the Parrs, but after that, Rick wouldn’t be able to help anymore. The family was facing homelessness. A sadness settled in Clark’s heart, as well as a righteous anger. The Incredibles had tried to help. Yes, there had been property damage. And yes, the villain had gotten away. But to be forced out onto the streets with nowhere to go – no home, no job, no prospects – with three young kids was inhumane. It made Clark’s blood boil to imagine a world where he and his family would be homeless. He wasn’t rich by any means – a reporter’s salary only went so far – but he couldn’t fathom not having the means to keep a roof over their heads, food on the table, and clothing on everyone’s backs. But poor Mr. Incredible had none of that at the moment, and he lamented that fact over a family dinner of takeout Chinese food.
Clark hated admitting it to himself, but he knew he’d have to swallow his pride if the day ever came that he couldn’t take care of his family. Even if it meant asking Bruce for financial assistance while he job searched, he would ensure that his family wouldn’t have to go without a place to live. It didn’t matter to Clark what that job might be, so long as he had one. So he was shocked when Bob turned down his friend Lucius’ – also known as Frozone – generous offer to take in all five members of the Parr family into his own home. Clark understood the idea of not wanting to be a burden on anyone, but given the choice between being a temporary inconvenience to someone and life on the streets, it seemed like a no-brainer to him. Then Lucius dropped the bombshell. A wealthy business owner named Winston Deaver wanted to meet Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, and Frozone that night to discuss the illegal status of superheroes.
Bob seemed to jump at the chance while Helen was a bit more cautious and reserved, to the point where she offered to stay put with the kids. But Lucius convinced them that Mr. Deaver wanted all three of them, so, reluctantly, she put on her old super suit from years ago – not the iconic red and black one all of the Incredibles had worn during the last movie - and left Violet in charge of her brothers for a few hours. Together, the three heroes went to meet with the multibillionaire at his home. Clark’s hackles stood on end as the man slowly made his way down the staircase to meet them when they arrived. All his grand talk of the old days and being a big fan of the supers made Clark uneasy. A part of him felt like something was very, very off about the whole situation. The more the man gushed over his guests, the sicker Clark felt. All of it seemed rather rehearsed, despite the fact that, since it was only a movie and an animated one at that, it would have been rehearsed and rerecorded over and over again.
Flashes of his meetings over the year with Lex Luthor ran through Clark’s mind. Luthor had been very good at putting on a pleasant façade for the public, pretending to celebrate Superman as much as the average denizen of the world, when, in actuality, he’d been plotting since the beginning how to utterly destroy the Man of Steel. He’d come terrifyingly close to that goal on a number of occasions. Few other villains had ever caused Clark as much fear and as many problems as Luthor had.
But Luthor’s act was good. Even after he’d been exposed as the criminal mastermind that he’d been, plenty of people who’d grown up worshiping the Luthor name had refused to believe he’d done the horrible things he’d done. No amount of solid evidence had swayed those people, and Lois and Clark had initially lost some of their credibility with that demographic. Superman had been blamed and reviled for not showing up and plucking the billionaire from the jaws of death when Luthor had died the first time after taking a swan dive from the penthouse balcony of his skyscraper. It hadn’t mattered that, as far as they knew, Superman hadn’t been in the area when Luthor had chosen suicide over a life spent in prison. None of them had known that Clark would have saved Luthor if his powers had been functional at the time – if only to ensure that the man didn’t escape justice.
So Clark was immediately suspicious of Winston Deaver as he sweet-talked the supers on screen, regaling them with the idea of proving their worth to the world and getting the laws changed to legalize superheroes once more. Something just felt malicious about the whole plan, though Clark couldn’t point to any one thing that could prove the man wasn’t as good-intentioned as he made himself out to be. It was almost a relief when Winston’s slightly bumbling sister, Evelyn, arrived late, dropping things in the wake of her passing. But that mild shot of comic relief was short-lived as Evelyn and Winston divulged the dark truth of their past and the reasoning for wanting to bring supers back into the world. Their father had been murdered just after the world’s superheroes had been forced underground, with their heartbroken mother passing shortly thereafter. But the two siblings seemed split on where they placed the blame for those deaths. Winston firmly held the government responsible, for making the superheroes too afraid to answer the calls their parents had made for help. And Evelyn clearly placed the blame on their father, for relying on outside help rather than getting himself and his wife to the safe room they’d had.
Clark saw both sides of the argument. On the one hand, it was easy to rely on superheroes to get you out of a jam, especially if you were personally friends with those heroes, as it appeared the Deaver family had been. If he were to be honest, he thought Lois had, in the earlier days of their relationship, taken her friendship with Superman for granted. From all accounts, Lois had always had a penchant for getting into trouble, but that seemed to explode once she realized that Superman had befriended her and always managed to make sure he was close by to fly her out of any trouble she might find herself in. Lois, of course, had never fully admitted that he was right, but once she knew who Superman really was, and especially once they’d welcomed their children into the world, she had shied away from taking unnecessary risks…most of the time. It was a fact that allowed Clark to breathe a little easier whenever he had to rush off and let Superman attend to a rescue far from her side.
On screen, Bob Parr was visually ready and willing to go along with the Deavers’ plan. But the Deavers didn’t want him be their test subject. Of the three supers, Elastigirl was the one they wanted. Mr. Incredible looked deflated, though he tried to hide it. Instead of dwelling on not being the one chosen, he began trying to talk his waffling wife into taking the job. Eventually, she relented and took the job, while her husband stayed home – and by home, they meant the spare mansion Winston had given the Parr family – with the kids. Clark silently sipped his Cherry Coke as he watched Elastigirl ride off on her new motorcycle in her new super suit – again, curtesy of their “benevolent” benefactors. With each new gift the Parrs discovered, the more Clark’s mistrust of the wealthy siblings grew. It was like they were trying too hard to gain the Incredibles’ friendship and trust.
Still, Clark was glad to see that, in this movie, since it came on the heels of the previous film’s adventures, Bob was still a very involved father. He did his best to make sure his children ate well, got to school on time, kept the house as clean as he could, and even tried to help his son with his math homework. Clark could easily relate to those tasks, especially Bob’s frustration with trying to understand the “new” math Dash was learning. He’d often been the one in his own family to watch the kids while Lois met with a source or covered a story on her own. He loved being able to encourage her career and seeing her shine in her own right, instead of always “just” being one half of the Lane and Kent team. And he adored spending time at home with his kids. They gave him a new purpose in life and he absolutely enjoyed getting the chance to nurture them and be involved in their lives.
He smiled to himself in the darkness. Bob was certainly trying, but it was clear he could barely keep up with the demands of the household. Clark admired him – admired anyone, really – who chose to stay home and tend to the house and kids while their spouse got the chance to get out, go to work, and associate with other adults all day long. While he loved his kids, it also always felt wonderful to get back to work as both a reporter and hero. He needed that interaction with the world, as well as the knowledge that he’d done something to make the world a better place. But even when it was his turn to stay home and take care of the daily, familial obligations that arose, he’d always had the benefit of his powers. What was the burden of washing half a dozen loads of laundry when it took all of two seconds to throw the clothes in the washing machine and roughly five seconds to fold after drying? Ten seconds if he didn’t leave the clothes in the laundry basket and put everything away in everyone’s dressers and closets. In fact, his skills in keeping the house clean, organized, and functioning like a well-oiled machine – not to mention his prowess as a chef – had earned him a gag gift one Christmas from Lois; a mug that read “Domestic Goddess.”
In any case, he felt bad for the struggling Mr. Incredible. The character was physically strong, but he lacked the speed Clark had. Which meant that everything took more time, more effort, and more energy, leaving the character exhausted by the end of the day, to the point where he kept dozing off while trying to get little Jack-Jack to sleep. Clark chuckled at the image of Bob nodding off while reading his young son a bedtime story. He was intimately familiar with how dull some kids’ books could be; all in the effort to lull a baby to sleep.
He knew too how much Mr. Incredible was suffering by having to sit on the sidelines while his wife went out and did the work he wanted to be doing. Twice he’d been in Bob’s shoes, wanting so much to be involved in what only his wife could do. The first time, they hadn’t yet been married. Lois had already known his secret, which, looking back, Clark had been extremely grateful for. He’d been shot with a red Kryptonite laser and his powers had been transferred to Lois. She’d taken on the identity of Ultra Woman, graciously stepping in to fill the void left by Superman’s inability to assist at crises. Being left in the dust had hurt Clark more than he’d ever let Lois know. He hadn’t been angry with her. No, his heart had been bursting with pride seeing her step into his boots and using her newfound powers to help people.
But he’d felt worse than useless at the time as he’d paced his apartment, wondering where Lois was, if she was safe, and how she was mentally holding up. He’d known only too well what it felt like to have the weight of the world resting on one pair of – admittedly super-strong – shoulders. He’d known how easy it could be to lose oneself to the depression that could creep up after a rescue gone wrong, a life lost, the inability to be in more than one place at a time. He’d known – still did know – the guilt that came along with the depression, though he’d been forced to learn to deal with it in healthier ways since the early days of his first rescues. It wasn’t a matter of becoming desensitized to the horrors he witnessed day after day. It was a matter of surviving, that he learned to lock away those images in his mind and move on. He was only one person, and powers or not, he could only do so much. He wasn’t a god and had no desire to be one.
Thankfully, it hadn’t taken too long for them to figure out a way to get Clark’s powers back where they belonged. Just a few tense, frustrating, depressing days. Just long enough for Ultra Woman to develop a rabid, horny, shameless fan following…not too unlike when Superman had first gone public. Even Jimmy had fallen under Ultra Woman’s spell, sending a tasteful, small, inexpensive – compared to the others – floral arrangement to the Daily Planet’s newsroom, which had somehow become the unofficial drop off spot for fan mail, and other, less modest offerings.
Clark had again felt sidelined after he and Lois had been married, though that time, he’d blessedly been able to keep his powers. Perry had been given a promotion and, for a short while, had made Lois the new Editor-in-Chief of the paper. Clark hadn’t minded working under Lois at all. He had no problem with his wife taking charge and making more money than he had. But being the new editor had meant long days and even longer nights for Lois. She was never at home, and, if she was, she was on the phone handling one crisis or another. And he’d been powerless to help. The stress of being thrust into the new job with no warning and barely any training had taken its toll on Lois in the form of sleepless nights, extreme irritability, and poor judgments. Clark had been left angry and frustrated at how much harder she’d been on him than the rest of the staff, even if some part of him knew that she was probably subconsciously trying to prove to the newsroom that she would afford no special or preferential treatment to her husband.
Once again, Clark had felt left in the dust while Lois raced ahead and achieved goals he knew he couldn’t. Not that he wanted to be editor. He needed to stay active as a reporter and have the freedom to leave the bullpen whenever he needed to so that Superman could continue his work. Being editor would bind him to his office and kill any chance of sneaking out unnoticed when cries for help reached his ears. But the job had left Lois almost too busy for him. He rarely got the chance to speak with her outside of the newsroom. Their love life had suffered. He’d worried that he would lose her completely to the paper, and had found a new respect for Alice White, who’d put up with Perry’s unequally split attention between her and the paper for far longer than Clark thought it would be possible. He’d loved Lois and supported her in her new role, but privately he’d wondered if their still-new marriage would survive the beating it had been taking.
It had been a relief to them both when Perry had stepped down out of his new position and slipped back into his old job of editor, making Lois a regular reporter again. The rocky road the Planet had been traveling on as it became accustomed to a new and inexperienced leader had instantly smoothed back out as the Chief had once again taken the reins. More importantly, the strain and tension in their marriage had instantly vanished. Back then, Clark had likened the feeling to the way a fishing line could go taut as a whopper of a fish got hooked. The rod itself could bend almost to the point of snapping; the line’s weight limit would be put to the absolute test. The fisherman would lean back in his seat or arch his body backwards as he fought to maintain control, delicately balancing on that fine line between fighting too hard and breaking the line and not fighting enough and losing the trophy beneath the water. And then, suddenly, the fish would break free. The fisherman would fly backward at the unexpected change in the fight, the line would go slack, and the rod would straighten out again. Exhausted, the fisherman might just lean back, relax, and be grateful not to have destroyed his favorite rod in the end.
It had been easy for Lois and Clark to slip back into their normal routine with Lois back to her old job again. Both had, of course, needed to make some awkward, uncomfortable apologies, but in the end, like a sword forged in fire, they had come out of things stronger than ever. He only hoped the same could be said for the Parr family by the time the credits rolled – though he guessed that would be the case. After all, Pixar might be known to bring tears to an audience’s collective eyes, but he doubted they would want to deal with a heavy subject like separation or divorce.
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