The Proud Father

Just another Superman Returns fanart. It can be sort of regarded as an illo for chapter 16 of my Supes fanfic, Soul Searching: [link]
The scene on which this pic is more or less based is the following:

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“Will I get to fly? I so enjoyed when you flew me here! When will I get to fly on my own?”
“I fear you won’t be flying for another few years.”
“Yeeeears?” Jason whined. “But that’s awfully long! I wanna fly, now!”
“Some day you surely will, but first we have to take care of your vision and hearing.”
The child raised an eyebrow at his father. “No more seeing through people’s clothes?”
“No more seeing through people’s clothes. Unless you really want to,” Clark said with a wink.
Jason wrinkled his nose. “I don’t think I want to,” he said with a yawn. “Seen just enough. Got bored of ‘em. Can you tell me a bedtime story? I can’t fall asleep…”
“All right, what kind of bedtime story do you want to hear?”
“A Greek one,” Jason replied with drooping eyelids. “You said you’d tell me loads of those.”
“Okay…” Clark scratched his jaw, contemplating which Greek myth he should tell his son. “Well… if we were talking about flying… you need to know it’s not always risk-free… There was, for example, Daedalus and Icarus…”
Jason listened to the tale in a half-slumber. By the time Clark finished the story, he was sure his little boy was fast asleep, but all of a sudden Jason spoke up: “Icarus was a dork to fly too close to the sun… I still don’t think flying is dangerous. Besides… Icarus’s father wasn’t Superman. Mine is.”
“Yeah, yours most definitely is,” Clark chuckled. “Sleep now, Son.”

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I just LOVE writing Clark/Jason interaction, they're so darn cute!