[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

As the sun slowly fell on the waves of grass blades, Martha had already made the small room smell of coffee.She has always liked to stand at the kitchen window, watching the sky change from deep blue to crimson and golden, and the dark clouds are inlaid with gorgeous golden edges.In the endless plowing field, there is only an old tree standing tall and straight, with its weather-beaten torso bowed to welcome the newborn sunshine.In the small and cozy home, there was only the sound of boiling water rolling and churning. Sometimes Jess would curl up at her feet, waiting eagerly for his breakfast.Martha hummed softly, turned on the switch of the old radio, and the hoarse electromagnetic noise sounded, waiting for the cold and dry male voice to report the weather as usual.

"Good morning Clark." Hearing the creaking sound of the old wooden door, Martha asked in a good mood, "Do you want some pancakes?"

"Of course, Mom." Clark squeezed into the small kitchen with a cold breath, and the heating in the room made him snort comfortably.

"The jam and maple syrup are where they used to be." Martha turned back, smiling, and handed him the plate with the pancakes. "How are you doing with your new friend?"

"I think it's good." Clark helped to arrange the tableware. "In fact, we can chat very well. He is much better than the image he shows. But..."

Martha stopped and waited patiently for him to finish.Clark ruffled his hair (they were messier now), hesitated for a moment, and decided to speak.

"But I always feel that he doesn't like me."

The big boy was extremely depressed, and even his tone was filled with rare grievances. He slightly pursed his lips and looked at his mother who couldn't help smiling, as if he was going to pounce on him to act like a baby in the next second.Martha covered her mouth and tried to suppress her smile, but she failed, and the happy smile spread all over her body.She was really happy, because it had been a long, long time since her Clark had been troubled by such a small matter, let alone showing these feelings unabashedly.Silent, hard, tense and always frowning, almost constituted his whole.

"Oh, my baby." Martha put down the coffee pot in her hand, and gently held Clark's cheek, "He won't, of course he will like you, especially after he gets to know you."

"Of course he understands me." Clark still looked very frustrated. "He knew so much that he almost dissected me. But I don't know why, when I try to get close, he always seems to deliberately distance himself."

Martha took her distressed son by the shoulders, made him sit at the table, and took his hands tenderly herself.

"It seems you value this friend, Clark."

"Yes." Clark seemed to recall something, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. "Getting along with him is not only pleasant, he makes me feel... feel... at ease?"

Clark frowned and thought for a while, then hesitantly chose this word to describe.Martha rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb, motioning him to continue the conversation.

"Obviously we...we are so different, but...but I always feel that there is a certain resonance between us, some kind of..."

He paused again, mulling over his next sentence, but in the end he couldn't find a better description.Clark slumped his shoulders and sighed softly:

"He made me feel... whole in my soul."

Clark lowered his eyes and snorted helplessly and self-deprecatingly.He looked up at Martha, as if yearning for affirmation, as if he was questioning his own thoughts.

"It's a strange idea, isn't it?"

"No, of course not, my dear child." Martha leaned forward and took her son into her arms. "I'm happy, I'm happy."

She stroked Clark's hair slowly, patting his back softly.

"I've been worrying all this time. I can give you care and a home, and Louise can give you love and companionship. But there's always a part of your life that neither of us can touch. Maybe now You can carry it alone, but there will come a day... I fear there will come a day when what you can't share will overwhelm you."

"But now I can rest assured." Martha held Clark's head in her hands. "Finally someone can step on the high platform where you are and overlook the scenery you have seen."

Clark smiled under his mother's palm, but soon he frowned again, and the dejected expression crept out again.

"Maybe he's just afraid that some part of himself will hurt you, like you do to your neighbors and colleagues." Martha patted his hand reassuringly. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Clark, you can't argue with me on that."

Martha kissed her son's forehead, then got up and poured cold coffee for them both.

"I know he trusts me, and that trust can even make him let go of the guards that seem to be born with him, but everything he does makes me feel more like atonement." Clark murmured while holding the cup of coffee. "He tried his best to help me and provide me with everything he can provide. I always feel that he is refusing my approach, even if it is just a little thank you with a smile. Compared with this kind of giving, I hope he can... be able ..."

Clark fell silent without finishing his sentence.Bruce's empty expression last night and his eyes shining in the Fortress of Solitude overlapped in his mind.That made his heart and lungs a little sick.

"But you're already making him change, aren't you?" Martha found the bottle of sweet syrup and let the golden-brown liquid pour over the pancakes in front of Clark. "You know, you can make people change, make them better."

"No, not mom."

Clark raised his head from those beautiful colors, he didn't look at Martha, but looked straight, straight at the endless sky.

"He changed me."