It had been a few months since the Wayne family came knocking on our door, and I could honestly say my life in Smallville had changed quite a lot since then.
"Were you talking with your godmother again?" Selina asked, silently sneaking up behind me.
"She's not just my godmother — she's yours too," I said with a wry smile, slipping the brick-sized phone back into my pocket as we continued walking down the dirt road.
"Hehe, she prefers if I call her elder sister. Look—she even gave me matching handbags! Such a thoughtful big sister I have," she said, proudly showing off her new leather purse.
"You'd probably call her mother too if it meant getting a luxury brand bag out of it," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"You know me best," she giggled. "So, what did she want with you, little bro?"
"Nothing much—just checking if I'll be coming tomorrow for fencing lessons," I replied, noticing a small figure standing outside the house up ahead.
"Ugh, you're such a bore. Don't you ever get tired of all this? Studying, training, extra classes—how do you even make time for everything?" she said, exasperated.
"You know how," I said with a wink. After all, she was one of the few who knew my secret. And it's not like third graders had a lot to worry about anyway. "I just like learning new things… unlike a certain lazy cat I know."
"Hmph! School is lame and boring. If I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come here with you at all," she huffed, blowing me a raspberry.
I didn't take her words seriously. Selina liked to complain, but I knew she loved her new life here in Smallville. Still, I was sure she would jump at the chance to visit Gotham again—especially if our godmother asked her to.
After all, the moment she set foot in Wayne Manor, Kitty had fallen completely in love with it.
Yes—my, or rather our, godmother was Martha Wayne.
It all started the day she first visited our house. I'd had a hunch she was planning something, but I hadn't foreseen this outcome at all. She had arrived with Bruce under the pretext of offering me a scholarship after seeing my school IQ results.
Unsurprisingly, my score had been quite high—but this was the DC world after all; genius kids were a dime a dozen here. And a school IQ test was hardly a true measure of intelligence anyway. Still, Ma and Pa were thrilled to hear that their son was considered so smart.
Martha explained that the scholarship was part of her late husband's wish—to support gifted children and help them flourish. That much wasn't a lie; the Waynes had been known for their charitable work, especially when it came to children. Ma and Pa accepted the offer after talking it over with me. I knew they had been quietly worrying about money ever since Selina had joined our family, so this was a welcome relief for them.
Both Martha and Bruce acted as if they were meeting me for the very first time, and I was more than happy to play along. It was better to keep our earlier encounter a secret.
After that, Martha Wayne became a regular guest at our home—sometimes for morning tea, sometimes for dinner. Occasionally she brought Bruce along; sometimes she came alone. Ma grew close to her surprisingly fast, which wasn't hard to imagine—both women were kind-hearted, and Ma, knowing about Martha's recent loss, was especially sympathetic.
Then, about a month later, Martha Wayne made an unexpected offer: she wanted to become godmother to both Selina and me.
She had spoken to me privately first, and of course I agreed. Selina didn't mind either—especially after all the gifts Martha had showered her with during her visits.
I still remember that evening vividly—it was emotional, filled with tears and hugs as Martha made her offer in front of Ma, Pa, and Bruce. Even Bruce looked moved, though he tried to hide it. Selina, meanwhile, kept elbowing me, whispering accusations that I had planned this all from the start.
I hadn't, obviously. But I could tell that Martha Wayne had taken my earlier advice seriously and decided to keep me close to her family. Becoming my—and Selina's—godmother was actually a clever move.
And so, with everyone's blessing, we accepted.
I thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong — accepting Martha Wayne as our godmother brought a full-blown hurricane of change to the Kent household.
First off, she decided that Selina and I needed our own rooms. Within a week, a construction crew rolled into our quiet little farm, expanding the house as if it were nothing. Her reasoning? "My godson and goddaughter deserve their own space." Ma and Pa were too polite to argue with her on this. I, of course, didn't protest either — waking up beside Ma and Selina with a raging boner was becoming increasingly awkward.
The second change was far more important. Martha managed to fix one of our biggest problems — not money, but identity. Neither Selina nor I technically existed on paper. I was an alien with no birth certificate or adoption record, and Selina had run away from an orphanage without any documents to her name. Our small-town neighbors had just assumed she was a relative's kid visiting for a while.
The school's principal was a friend of Pa, so they hadn't made a fuss about my papers until now, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Selina, on the other hand, was already having trouble getting enrolled because of the same issue.
I had considered a few possible solutions myself, but in the end, I chose the easiest one—asking my new godmother for help. And she did. Easily. A few phone calls later, everything changed.
The Waynes' reach was something even my adult mind struggled to fully comprehend. Their legal team was world-class, and, well, when you fund half the hospitals in the state, "adjusting" certain records becomes a lot simpler. Within days, my birth certificate and adoption papers were officially registered — I was now legally Clark Kent, son of Jonathan and Martha Kent.
Selina's case was handled just as swiftly. Martha had simply bought the orphanage Selina ran from, acquired her files, and then—after learning how horrible the place was from Selina—fired the entire staff and rebuilt the institution from the ground up.
Legally, that made Selina a Kent too. Emotionally though, she wasn't ready to accept that. She still hadn't called Ma or Pa "Mom" or "Dad," and they never pushed her to. They understood that she needed time to adjust.
All of this really brought our families closer. My parents thanked Martha endlessly for her help, and even Selina had warmed up to her—though she still thought Bruce was a "weird, broody kid."
And, to be fair, she wasn't wrong. Bruce hadn't really recovered from that night's trauma, even after all these months. Not only our godmother, but even Ma and Pa worried about him. To help him socialize, Martha started inviting Selina and me to the Wayne Manor on weekends. At first, it was just for playdates, but soon she began hiring private tutors for us.
I understood why. As Bruce got very competitive whenever we played together, and even broodier whenever I let him win. He had also stopped attending school, so this was clearly his mother's way of keeping him engaged—by bringing in "study buddies."
And honestly? It worked. Bruce was focused and sharp whenever I was around. Delighted, Martha began expanding the lessons—private tutors for academics, sports, even fencing.
It was easy, informative, and fun for me, although Bruce took much longer to pick things up. Eventually, he started requesting extra lessons—which, I suspected, had been his mother's plan all along.
Selina, on the other hand, had dropped out of the lessons early, being easily bored by anything that required sitting still. I knew her well enough by now, which was why, despite her being ten, I had asked for her to be placed in the same third grade as me—so I could keep an eye on her and help her out when needed. Also I wanted to make sure she stayed out of trouble—well, as much as Selina could, anyway.
But that wasn't all. Before long, I somehow had a credit card in my own name, a generous allowance, and a wardrobe that would make any kid jealous. Martha Wayne definitely had a weakness for spoiling her godchildren. She even got us mobile phones, and in my case—a personal computer, full internet access, and a gaming console.
All because I had once offhandedly complimented the computer setup at their place.
Ma and Pa were honestly unnerved by how much money our godmother was spending on us. But I have to hand it to Martha Wayne—she knew exactly how to win people over. Ma and Pa didn't stand a chance against that gentle voice and her constant reminders that it was all "for the children's future."
Truth be told, I had hoped that by helping the Waynes, I might eventually earn their goodwill—especially that of the future Batman. Still, I never could have imagined ending up as the Godson of the Waynes. Maybe the universe really does like rewarding good deeds.
Even now, I'm not entirely sure if Martha did all this out of gratitude—hoping to keep me close in case she ever needed my help—or because she truly saw Selina and me as her godchildren. Either way, I stopped overthinking it long ago. Having her in our lives had solved problems we never could have handled alone. Whether it was repayment or genuine affection, I was fine with both.
"You guys are so slow! My mom dropped me off, like, ten minutes ago!" a short-haired blonde girl pouted, standing at the gate in front.
"Why didn't you just go inside, then, Chloe?" Selina asked, swinging the gate open.
"I—I was just patiently waiting for my bestest friend, Clark!" she said dramatically, clutching my arm.
"Yes, you're so patient," Selina muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Hmph! I am patient! Aren't I, Clark?" she said, looking up at me with those bright green eyes.
"Yes, you are a very patient girl," I said, tugging her cute little nose. She giggled instantly.
"Ugh, flirt somewhere else," Selina grumbled, heading inside.
The small blonde still holding my arm—her face now redder than a ripe tomato—was Chloe Sullivan.
The first time I had heard her name at school, I had nearly done a double take.
After all, as a fan of the Smallville show in my past life, "Chloe Sullivan" had definitely set off a few alarm bells.
Although in that show she had just been a normal girl with a crush on Clark, Chloe's existence here made me think back to the meteor shower.
When I had asked Ma and Pa, they told me there had been a meteor shower the night they found me. It hadn't caused any casualties or even made the news—just a regular Kansas sky show.
In the Smallville show I remembered, that meteor shower had been Kryptonite raining down, creating countless metahumans and tragedy all over town.
Here, though, nothing like that had happened—or at least, not that anyone knew. Even Lana didn't wear a Kryptonite necklace, and her parents were alive and well.
Still, I couldn't ignore the signs. So I became friends with Chloe, partly because she was a potential candidate for my future harem—and it certainly helped that she already had a crush on me. When Selina later joined our class, the two of them hit it off quickly, which officially made Chloe part of our little group.
"Hey you guys are finally here," Lana said greeting us opening her house's door. "Clark, are you hungry? My mom made snacks for you." She stepped forward and tugged me inside, prying me away from Chloe's arm.
"Well, I am hungry," I said, smiling wryly as Chloe hmphed behind me.
"Don't pout—come on," Selina teased, tugging her along.
"Oh! You kids are here already?" Lana's mother, Laura, said, stepping out of her room, looking a little flustered, while adjusting her clothes and hair.
"Yes, ma'am, we came just before you did," I said, hiding a small grin.
Let's just say… with my X-ray vision, I didn't have much need of porn.
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