Life can change || Invincible x DC

Gone, Gone The Form of Man

Superman and Wonder Woman walked side by side through the metallic corridors of the Watchtower, having just arrived after a mission in New York. It was an easy cleanup, something they could handle without breaking a sweat, but their thoughts were elsewhere. Superman spoke up, his voice low. "He's... different, Diana. I don't know what to think about this lack of memory. It's like he's a stranger now."

Wonder Woman's expression was stoic, her eyes straight ahead. "It's more than concerning, Kal. He's clearly confused. Lost. And with no memory of us... who knows what he might do?"

Superman sighed. "I know. And then there's Kara... How do we even begin to tell her about all this? That he's alive, but... not really?"

"We have to tell her," Wonder Woman said firmly, crossing her arms. "We can't keep this from her, Kal. She deserves to know."

He looked down at the metallic floor beneath his feet, his shoulders slumping a bit. "I know, but... with her condition, Diana... I don't want to upset her like that. She's carrying his child. This could... devastate her."

Wonder Woman stopped walking, turning to face him, her eyes locking with his. "Kara is stronger than you think, Kal. She handled his death well; she'll handle this, too."

"You're right." Superman ran a hand through his hair, frustration showing through. "I just wish I didn't have to be the one to tell her."

"It's only right," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are her family."

Superman finally nodded, resigning himself to what needed to be done. He walked through the Watchtower's control room, the steady hum of machinery and monitors surrounding him. As he passed through the corridors leading to the residential wing, he slowed his pace, each step feeling heavier than the last. He was happy that Mark was alive—relieved, even—but the idea of telling Kara about Mark's new life, his amnesia, and his new marriage gnawed at him. A part of him was frustrated, too; he knew Mark couldn't be blamed if his memory was gone, but it still felt like a betrayal, and he couldn't help but feel the sting from him marrying another woman after he got his cousin pregnant.

Finally, he reached the relaxation room—a sprawling area designed for the League to unwind. It had arcade machines, comfortable bean bags, snacks lined up on shelves, and large windows offering a view of the Earth below. A place where heroes could forget their troubles for a little while.

"Kara!" Superman called out, knowing that even if she wasn't in the room, she'd hear him. He was just thankful that the Watchtower's design prevented any eavesdropping on sensitive conversations—otherwise, there'd be no stopping a pregnant Kryptonian from busting down the doors.

Moments later, Kara floated in, her movements slow and tired. She looked worn out, which was understandable given that the Viltrumite-Kryptonian baby inside her was nearly due. She landed in front of Clark, rubbing her round stomach as she sat down on a bean bag. She still wore her hero costume, though it looked slightly strange as her belly bulged out and her breasts strained against the fabric.

"Is everything okay, Kal?" she asked, letting out a sigh as she settled into the bean bag, her hand resting on her stomach.

Clark hesitated, trying to find a way to ease into the conversation. "I thought you'd be out searching..."

Kara shook her head, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "Kori's searching today. She said I should get some sleep... so I'm back here till tomorrow." She gave a tired smile, her eyes struggling to stay open.

"You should use my solar chamber," Clark suggested. "You're not getting enough sunlight."

Kryptonians were supposed to be tireless, yellow sunlight continuously rejuvenating their cells. If she was feeling tired, that meant the baby inside her was draining a lot of her energy.