a HOPE to FEAR

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Clark's pov
-daadd... I can't find my red shirt any where have you seen it?
Said John walking out of the house's bake door and in to the bake yard. I rase my head and stop hanging the wet laundry on the line and look at my now teenage son.
Me: did you look under your bed  maybe it's there?.
John':no that was literally the first place I looked.
-" well..have you checked..."
When all of a sudden I was interrupted by Krypto's barking and look where it was coming from ,also herring a sweet giggle I tern my he'd to see Krypto liking Hope's cheeks as she is laying on her tiny back with a familiar red under and tucked in her Whit shirt.  I look to my son and tilt my head in the laughter's direction and he instantly gets it walking over to them.I couldn't help but watch them.
- Hope: "John hhh... Save me!... get him off me haaaaaaa.."
- John: "alright I got it... All right little missy my shirt pleaaasss"
- Hope : "butt John I was playing with it "
- jonh :"hand it over I want to wear it play with your own shirts you got plenty of red ones."
-" I do but their not good enough their all way to short to be a cape I want a big red one like you're s and dady's."she cried to her older brother.useing her puppy eyes to trick him letting her keep it and of course as suspected ,he shook his head and and said: alright keep it.-"yaaaayyyyy!"she jumped up and down.she always knew what trick's to use just lake her mother .ohhh Louis you left me with more than just the weight of the world on my shoulder's. It incredible how much she is like you a mirror image of your personality the way she moves and talks even the sayings that she uses I can't help but smile and only wish she was here to see our children grow . John was always hansom he got that from his father ,same I eye color, same hair and even build  and personality, intergoers yep he's a copy of his old man in the same age and I have no doubt that he will resemble me more as he grows. But my little girl,my hope even though she's just six gets in more trouble than me and Johns child hood combined yep definitely got her mother's spirit in her, no wander why maa calls her trubl.And her eyes her's to it every cell full of hopes and dreams I guess her mother saw it too after all she was the one who named her. I think as I watch her dance and play with Krypto , rascal and John with the sun hitting her at just the right angle that she shines and the wind moving her older brothers shirt behind her ,I remember a time where I was Waring one of my father's red shirts and playing with lucky as my parents did the laundry.Its the perfect feeling,like every thing is just going to be ok and i continue to do the laundry.Some time pass by and i am still thinking of all the similarity's between me and their mother ,almost done with the laundry when I recognize a familiar heart beet and soon after his voice

-: "Don't think to hared "S" it's not one of your strong suits."

I tilt my head down and reply with a smile- "who says I was thinking?"

as I turned around to face him .He was standing tall wearing one of his not so fancy, to him a casual gray customized hand made suite's with his black leather designer shoe's .no tie's an unbuttoned white shirt ,perfectly styled hair and a clean face as if he just shaved this morning. standing their with his hands naturally in his pans side pockets with a vary "cocky" look on his face. yep he was definitely casual for a man standing in the back yard of a farm.

-:"come on Clark I have known you for a long time now I can tell."

I smile at him and reply: I wouldn't expect any less from the greatest detective in the world.so what brings Bruce Wayne all the way to Kansas? certainly it isn't to help me with the farm.

-Bruce : "no I'm not. Clark,...we need your help. The world needs your help."