Fallin All In You

Chapter Two

Things were never truly the same at Kent's household there was always this lurking feeling of uneasiness. And Clark for one was getting tired of the suspenseful feeling. It didn't help that he felt his body going through changes, he brushed it off as puberty and knew this was just how his body works.

He would often lay awake thinking of everyone going through the same thing if puberty really is this rough. One night Martha noticed his door room cracked open, she took a peek and saw him deep in thought, she nudged her husband to have the talk with him. "Oh geez, why do I have to"

"He's fourteen Jonathan I'm sure he's curious and we both know" she gave him a look " let him feel normal for a little bit longer" Martha said Jonathan felt a slight tug at his heartstrings but did what he could to be as the man of the house and ignore it, he didn't like getting all mushy. "Jon" He gently knocked on his son's door. "Come in," Clark said sitting up when the door opened. He sat on the edge of his bed it made a creek sound that easily filled the silent room. "son, I know you might be having a troubled time these past few days not understanding what's going on with your body some things and you're gonna be wanting to experiment and you might have girls on your mind."   face almost instantly showed disgust "Girls" he repeated confused why would he. "I should like girls?" he asked before his father responded he sounded  more insecure "Well yes Clark that how it works girl like boys and boy like girls"

"Oh" was all he could manage to muster. "Dad, can I be alone?" Jon quickly got up "Yea sure, sure if you ever need to talk don't hesitate."

It was one evening as the Kent's had just finished supper when Clark decided to speak out about the elephant in the room. "What's wrong?" Clark asked his voice was drenched in concern as well as hiding some guilt. "Oh sweety there nothing wrong" Martha look over to Jonathon. Who began to assure Him as well. "Did I do something wrong?" The teen asked in fear that somehow he upset his parents without him even knowing. "No," Martha said running to him and placing her hands on the young boy's face. "We have something to tell you and we just didn't know how to start it," Clark's eyes told it all he confused a part of him positive that this secret couldn't be as serious as his parents were making it out. Martha pulled him out of his thoughts as he leads his hand in hand to garage the place up till recently he's been banned from going in. He watched as his mother looked at him with scared eyes. "Clark you know we love don't you" his eyes glanced at his father as he became to reveal the tractor. "Clark," his mom said regaling his eyes. "Of course," she smiled "good." She took a deep breath  "we found you when you were a baby. Like a shooting star, you came out of the sky" Clark looked into his mother's eyes. "What do you mean?" "Jon" she called out as his father pulled the sheets off of the tractor Clark's eyes widen when he saw the handprint dent. He slowly walked up to it. His parent's silent grew heavier as he placed his hand on it matching it perfectly. "I-I did this" "Clark" he's mother called out. He looked back at his mother seeing the concern in her eyes in time to see her concern "What am I?!" He looked back at dent when no one spoke. "Am I'm some type of monster, alien" Clark was now panicking he couldn't believe it he didn't want too. Everything looked as if it was spinning. He like everything inside him was disgusting and foreign when his father attempted to bring hike up from the ground when his legs gave in the spinning. He picks himself up and he runs.

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Their funeral was on a Friday it was just Alfred and me and the thousands of paparazzi and news channels I hoped that Tommy would come that he didn't mean what he said. "You know what I can't believe you I hope your parents suffer the fate mine should have" were the words that kept me up all night. It was the line that I rethink everything I thought that was ever real. Was our friendship ever real, could I ever trust again? The sun was shining brightly "Life goes on master bruce" Alfred said with a quick squeeze of my hand. "Right alfred"

"Even yours" I looked at him and he smiled it must've been hard for him he and my father were best friends from what I've heard. "Will you also be okay" I'd asked and as a child, I'd continued to ask "Would you stay" he looked at me and as he bends down and held me tight. "I won't ever leave you Bruce" I felt the tears slipping from my eyes if god existed I wished the rain would make it less obvious. "Ready to go," Alfred said his eyes were elsewhere. I gave him a small nod. "Please"

"Okay," he said drying my tears with his cloth and taking my hand once again. "Were done here" Alfred spoke calm and clear. I looked back as we were walking to see them get buried.

The first couple of nights were the hardest it started with his reflection in the puddle, the raindrops soaking his clothes his mother screams the sound of gunshots everything felt so real. he'll wake up screaming frantically calling for help and other times he'll yell for Alfred. To which Alfred would come and sits by his side and would soothe him and dry his tears. Without Alfred bruce was nothing he wouldn't be able to continue without him. He was the only string that kept him alive. "Bruce" Alfred said sitting beside him after another night terror. Bruce was eager to hug him to know that he wasn't a dream that he was actually real and here.

That he was alive. Alfred held him back fond moments of when he was just a few months old came flooding back to him. "I don't want to stay here anymore. I just want to forget everything" Bruce said between sobs. "I just want to run away." Alfred was at a fork whether he should encourage bruce to be strong and move on or whether to give in to the weeping child requests. It was his puffy red eyes the tears running down his face the hue of his and cheeks. "Alfred can't we?" all he wanted to do was protect him like the baby he promised his service too. The child he promised to always be there for him no matter what. Because truthfully Alfred needed bruce just as much as he needed him. "Why can't I be normal"

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Clark's legs gave out a little while out into an open grassy plain he feels on his knees. "Why?" he asked as he roughly wiped his tears "Why does the world hate me" he slammed his fist into the ground covering his hands in the dirt. "I just want to be normal" it was a long uneventful walk home Clark was just as confused as he was when he left he hoped maybe a sign would be shown to him. Like a path his parents his birth parents wanted him to follow on. He never wanted to be somewhere else more in his entire life. Jonathan was pacing back and forth in the kitchen Martha leaned over the dining table drying the tears falling from her eyes. When Clark walked in she was the first to run to hug him. "I thought you were hurt, we were so worried?" she cried hugging him as if she thought she was never going to see him again. "M-mom" Clark stuttered unable to grasp that they didn't see him any differently, that they didn't love him any less. "Honey I'm here what's wrong" Martha pulled back to look at him. "Mom," he said again before covering his face as he started to cry again. "I thought you wouldn't love me. Because I was  " Jonathan who holding back tears of his own finally stepped up to say something. "Why would we love you less. If it wasn't for you I'd be talking to our creator." Clark never saw that way he always thought of it like he had some inhuman gift that made him dangerous to everyone around him. But maybe it made him a protector to those who are around him.