Boys? - Superman/ Clark Kent
Clark x daughter reader
Konner x sister reader
Martha x granddaughter reader
Word count: 464
Summary: Konner steals Y/n’s phone, Clark finds out his little girl is now into boys.
p.s- DC Superman is under Wonder woman Masterlist for now
Wonder Woman Masterlist
“Konner give it back!” Y/n yelled, chasing her brother around the house.
“No way!” Konner yelled back laughing his but off.
“Konner!” Y/n continued to chase him as he headed down the stairs.
“Woah, woah, woah.” Clark walked into the room, blocking the two teens from leaving the room once they got off the stairs. “What's going on?”
“Konnor stole my phone.” Y/n spoke first, pointing to her phone in Konners hand.
“Konner?” Clark questioned his son with a raised eyebrow.
“I just wanted to tease her.” he sighed seeing the look their dad was giving him he decided to add on… “She’s texting a boy!”
With that being said Clarks attention instantly switched to his daughter. “Are you? Texting a boy?”
“Dad!” Y/n shouted with wide eyes. How the hell did this change to her so quickly? She thought.
“Clark, that's no one’s business but Y/n’s. Isn’t it Konner?” Martha said as she entered the room as well. Deciding to save her granddaughter from having to spill about her secret texting and randayves.
“Yes grandma” Konner mumbled, looking away. “Yes, Ma. But-” Clark started but she cut him off.
Martha shook her head. “No, no buts. Now Konner give your sister back her phone.”
“Here.” Konner handed her back her phone.
“Thanks.” Y/n grabbed her phone from him.
Martha smiled at the exchange. “Now you two go head up stairs and get along.”
“Yes grandma.” Y/n and Konner spoke at the same time, doing as told.
Once the kids were up in their rooms Clark turned to his mother. “She’s texting boys now? Isn’t that something I should be asking her about?”
Martha chuckled at her son. “Don’t worry about it Clark.”
“Why not?” Clark asked confused
Martha smiles at her son, loving this side of him. “Because she talks to me about that stuff.
Clark stands there dumbfounded for a moment. “What- what? She talks to you about boys?”
Martha laughed at her son, iys girl talk why would she tell him? Especially with who the boy is. “Of course. Its girl talk.”
Clark followed his mom into the kitchen. “Can you at least tell me something- anything?”
Martha turned to look at Clark amused. “I’m not going to spill anything we talked about in secret.” she could see that there is concern in Clarks eyes. “But to ease your mind I’ll tell you that you don’t have to worry about the said boy.”
“Why not? Who is he?” Clark asked, now even more interested to know.
Moving around to get everything ready to make dinner. “Its one of those Wayne boys and that's all I’m saying.”
Clark stood there now more confused and worried than before. “And that's supposed to make me not worry?”
the amount of rubbing salt in the wound this game does in the postgame i swear