#1940s!clark kent

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Bullet In Your Heart, Part 8

Summary: you and Clark....

Pairings: Clark Kent X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, judgmental people, grief, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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Your fingers dig into the sheets, and your eyes roll in the back of your head as your back lifts up off the bed. Holding onto whatever ounce of your senses you have left while you bite on your lip, it was the price you paid for having two small children.

Your back starts to rise off the bed, but his meaty hand press your stomach, holding you down. His right hand drives in and out of your core, while his mouth makes a meal of your honey. You can feel the rumble on your bundle of nerves as he chuckles when you slap a hand over your face. Muffling a scream you couldn’t stifle.

Clark’s mouth is a work of art. If you were artistic you would have already made a shrine to the godlike qualities he possesses. Starting to wiggle around, and then he curls those fingers. Hitting over your g spot over and over again until your body trembles. Still he begs for more. Using his shoulders to keep you good and spread. Your legs try to close at the overstimulation when his fingers pound into your sex. Seeing stars, you come undone, squirting into his mouth, and he laves up every bit of your juices like a man starved.

You’re left panting. Gazing up at the ceiling while your husband feasts, and you wait for the room to stop spinning. Lifting up to your elbows you watch Clark smirk at you as he wipes off his glistening face. “Don’t you look proud of yourself,” you huff out.

Clark nods as he stands up out of the floor. Picking your body up, he launches you up the bed before he’s splitting your legs, and crawling in between them. Slapping his cock over your clit, smiling even bigger, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, my sweet little Cricket bug.”

“I really despise that nickname.”

“Why’s that?”

“The nickname of a child,” your eyes go cross eyed as he slams his girth into your body. “Oh my god.”

“You know why I like that nickname?” You shake your head no, and grab onto his hips as he starts a slow thrust into your body. Dragging his veiny cock out of you slowly, and leaving you breathless before he stabs back into you. “Because even though you’re not this tiny little girl anymore, there is this tight little cunt that I get use every fucking day.”

“Clark,” you whimper, and your nails dig into his back. “Clark, they’re gonna wake up.”

“And it’s time for us to have another one,” you nod your head up at him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and you pull him even closer, yipping when his bulbous head grazes over your cervix, “You always did like me deep, huh? Like to feel me in your pussy for the rest of the day. Aren’t we going to that pool party?”

“What?” Pulling himself out of you, he goes harder than ever before. Moaning out loud, and he places a hand over your mouth.

“Quiet, Cricket,” he starts at an earth shattering pace. Leaving you begging for mercy. “I want you to go to that party with my seed dripping out of you. I saw Frank staring at you. There’s only one man you’re slutty for, and that’s me, understand?” You give him a head nod, and you cling to his back for dear life.

“Got me in a damn vice grip. My god, you’re coming aren’t you?” Another nod as your body becomes completely pliable for him. “Good fucking girl,” pulling out of your body, he flips you to your knees, before crawling behind you. Burying his cock balls deep into your cunt, he mounts you, and you have to hide your face into the pillows. “It’ll take this way. You're such a pretty little slut for me in the morning.”

You can feel him all the way your stomach as he splits you open. Using his body for his pleasure when you hear him use his strangled voice. “Are you coming a-a-again? It’s because you feel my cock throbbing, huh?”

“It’s because you’re fucking me so deep,” that was too loud, but you’re in a different world. Your body rocking with every hammer he does into you.

“Right…right there. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” Clark’s hands pull apart your ass cheeks, and he stares at where the two of you connect. Watching as he nearly turns you inside out, and your walls cling to him so tightly. “So fucking sloppy for me. Fuck — me!” One last hard push into you, and ribbons of hot cum fill your belly, and you look back at him with the softest smile. Your walls milk every last bit of his essence, making you all warm and tingly.

“That’s the one, Cricket. I don’t know if I want a little Lottie or a little Henny,” keeping himself inside of you, he adjusts himself down to his knees. Those crystal eyes look up at your satisfied face before back to the two of you. “I gotta keep it in there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whine. You didn’t want him to pull out yet anyways. “Clark?” He finally looks up at you, and you preen, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Cricket bug. I meant it, you’re the best pussy.”

“I really don’t want to think of all the women you’ve been with while you’re inside of me.”

“Deep inside you,” he gives you a wink, spreading you wider apart. “You know, there is another hole back here,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle, “Dot let me…”

“Clark!” He starts laughing, spitting down to your ass, “No!”

“Come on. One time.”

“You’ve already came.”

“So if I get hard again?” You want to kick your husband off you, but then he looks back at your hole, starting to slowly slide himself out. Dropping out of your body when he just stares, “I love seeing how gaping I make you. God, I made such a mess.”

”Daddy!” The door handle wiggles a bit, and you’re thankful Clark was smart enough to lock it. It wiggles again when a big bang happens, “Daddy! Henny is in my room! Wake mommy up, and get your son! Daddy! I hear you laughing.”

“I’ll deal with this,” you say, standing up, and Clark points to your panty drawer. “Yes, daddy. Let me put this on, so I feel your mess inside of me while we’re with the neighbors, but you got to wash your filthy mouth. Lottie will want kisses. Go,” you motion towards the bathroom, and Clark walks towards it. But stops to pinch your nipples, and pull you towards him.

Slamming his mouth against yours, and you can still taste your arousal on his tongue. Moaning at how good he feels, “Daddy!” Lottie knocks on the door a bit, and he pulls back.

“I’ll make sure to fuck you again tonight, Mrs. Kent.”

“How about you let me fuck you?” He growls, and jogs into the bathroom, leaving you to pull on your panties and a nightgown. Opening the door to see your exasperated daughter stare up at you.

“What took you so long? Were you and daddy having a tickle fight again?”

“Yes, darling. Come on, let’s deal with Henry. He is just like your daddy, you know?”

“Wild man,” he really was. He was every bit as wild as Clark used to be. But marriage and children really calmed Clark down, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Life was different than you had planned, but you had finally learned to love where you are currently. Happy that you get to see Carter through Charlotte. She is every bit as sweet and loving as he was.

You give a curt smile to the host. Everyone here judged you for being with more than one man, and several hated you for taming Clark. He leans in behind you, kissing your neck, and placing another behind your ear, “They’re jealous that they couldn’t get me to settle down.”

“Oh, so Susie is someone you made a mess of?”

“Absolutely not. She’s someone I turned down. Such a prude. Here, take Henry, I’m going to go cook with the dads. Have yourself a cocktail,” he gives your ass a little swat before walking away, leaving you to kiss over Henry’s chunky cheeks.

“You know, I don’t know how you do it?” Judith, one of the more distant neighbors, says while walking up behind you.

“Do what? He’s really not that heavy.”

“Oh, no, dear, she means you and Clark,” you glance between her and Susie confused, and the host offers you a cocktail, “He can walk, right?” You answer yes, and she gives a point over to the kiddie pool. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure Clark won’t mind keeping an eye on him with you.”

Confused, you let Henry step onto the grass, and he runs right to his daddy’s legs. Crashing into them with a belly laugh, “See.”

“What about me and Clark?” You feared these women would never accept you as one of them. Bitter Betty’s. Throughout the years, the whispers never stopped. It didn’t help that you kept to yourself.

“Oh, honey, don’t get defensive. Of all the men that you could have found, you chose Carter’s best friend? Ain’t that a trip?” You smile sweetly at her, when in reality you want to gather your children and go back home. “How do they compare? I mean nobody was talking about Carter’s size, if you know what I mean.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Batting your eyes, you look straight at her, and thankfully her smile starts to fade.

“Don’t do that, it’s all good fun.”

“Yes, my first husband dying in a war is a riot. Thankfully Clark wasn’t drafted.”

“Did you ever, well, you know?” Judith shakes her head no at Susie, and you look between the two of them again. What were these women on. “I mean, everyone thought about relations with Clark. He’s practically slept with every woman in town.”

“Except you,” she shuts her mouth, clearing her throat. “No. I never once thought of Clark like that. In fact both of us were distraught when Carter passed. We fell in love during grief, and we fucked before we were married,” Susie gasps, placing her hand on her chest, and Clark turns around, now holding Henry. His face is full of concern as he watches you leave the women.

Leaning down to Charlotte in the water, “Lottie, come on, baby.”

“No, I’m playing with my friends.”

“Charlotte Abigail Baizen, out of the pool now!” You feel your cheeks inflame with anger as she pouts, climbing out of the pool, and Clark hands you the baby.

“I got her. Hey?”

“Don’t you thank them for inviting us either,” Grabbing Henry with a huff, and kisses his cheek you start to stomp home. Fuck all of them. They could go straight to the pits of hell for all you cared. They had no idea the inner battle you feel every single day. Feeling guilty that you can’t love Clark the way that you loved Carter because Clark would never be him.

But somehow in the midst of your turmoil you fell in love with Clark. The way he fathered your children. The way he looked at you every morning. You were feral for the way he treated you when it was just the two of you. It wasn’t the same, and would never be, but you and Clark had created something entirely different. You created a love that bloomed from grief and friendship.

Clark finds you in the living room, dancing around with Henry while an old record plays, shooing Lottie into her bedroom, when you kiss over Henry’s closed eyes. Humming along with the music when Clark comes back. He stands at the entrance of the living room, watching the two of you. “Cricket, go put him in his crib.”

“I need him right now.”

“Don’t use my son as a way to avoid this conversation,” looking up at him, you scowl. That isn’t what you’re doing. “Cricket, he’s asleep. Either you take him or I will.”

“Clark, you don’t understand.”

“Then put my son in the bed and explain it to me.”

“Your son,” you hold his body closer to you, wishing you could rewind the day, and never go to that stupid party. You didn’t need friends. “You never tell me what to do with your daughter. I guess because she’s Carter’s?”

“Go put Henry in the bed, and let’s talk about this because you’re being unreasonable. Now!” With a final kiss, you stalk out of the living room. Laying him down in his crib, and you pet along his perfect skin. He is one of the most beautiful little boys you have ever seen. Deciding it’s best not to make Clark wait too long, you walk back into the living room.

Clark is now in his chair, lighting up a cigarette when he looks at his watch, “That took almost five minutes. His room is just down the hallway.”

“You timing me? Can I not take my time to look at your son? I thought about stopping in Lottie’s room to help her change, but thankfully Carter’s daughter is smart enough to change out of her wet bathing suit.”

“What the fuck is your problem? Lottie is my daughter, Henry is my son, and they’re our children,” he watches your chest heave. Breathing angrily, you try not to shed a single tear. Clark has always been there. Was there the moment Charlotte was born, and you have built a beautiful life. “Why are we bringing up Carter?”

“Because he’s always going to haunt us. Because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, and you had to fuck his widow. Your best friend, Clark.”

“You weren’t complaining much,” you hate how he can be so calm when you are raging. You want to throw something at him. He is the reason you went to the party. “So why are we bringing him up?”

“Because those stupid bitches hate me. They hate that I married you, hate that I tied you down, and have your child.”

“They hate that you know what I feel like, and feel me everyday.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Yeah, for you,” you roll your eyes, starting to walk away, but Clark stands quickly, grabbing your wrist, and pulls you into his body harshly. “You’re my little slut, and I’m yours. I don’t care what those women think.”

“But I do! You insist on trying to be friends with the neighbors, and going out and being social. And I go there and they talk to me like I’m trash because I’ve had two dicks.”

“Who the fuck cares?! Are we happy? Are our kids happy? Did I not fuck my seed into you just this morning? Cricket, I don’t care about them. I care about you. You don’t want to be social, fine. We’ll get us a pool. Get the kids a playground. You and them are all I care about. And I’m not going to spend the next six months arguing about Carter. He’s gone. And…I’m glad.”

You lean back to gaze up at him, tears filling your eyes while you search his face. “I wouldn’t want to have missed this with you. So yeah, you tamed the slut. If he’d come back, I wouldn’t have you and our home. I love you, Cricket Bug. You’re my favorite person, followed by a tie for second. I can’t change his death, but I can love you fiercely, and take care of you. But I will not be the other man in my home. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” he wasn’t coming back. You could have done so much worse than Clark. And this man adored you. Worshiped you every morning while he kneels before your altar. “But don’t say you’re glad.”

“I am glad. But I’ll promise never to say it again. Just like I promise I won’t make you go to one of those parties ever again. Now, let’s eat some sandwiches, and then we’ll go find a playset for our children. Okay?” You nod your head. They were yours and Clark’s, Carter’s in spirit.

His hands slide around your middle, lips starting to nip around your neck, and you let out the most adorable giggle. “Clark, where are the kids?”

“Lottie is out front playing on hers and Henry’s new playset. The swings are her favorite. And I just laid Henry down for his nap,” he twists you around. Grabbing onto your waist harshly, he places you up on the counter. Planting his body in between your thighs.

Clark’s hands swipe away the baby hairs around your face, and he starts pressing soft kisses all over your face, “The kids.”

“Shh,” he whispers. His mouth moving behind your ear, following on down your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for the life you’ve given me.”

“It’s me that should be thanking you.”

“Why’s that?” His head pops up, and those baby blue eyes bounce around your face. You smile up at him, biting your lip. “Honey, why should you thank me?”

“You saved us.”

”Us? What are you talking about, Cricket bug?”

Your hands roam up his chest, and around his neck, “You saved me and Lottie,” he starts shaking his head no, but you cup both his cheeks, grinning. “You did. You didn’t have to stay with me, with us. I was a wreck, and pregnant, and you made sure I ate, and…you loved me when I couldn’t love myself. You took care of her when I was still learning to cope. You kept us alive. And…”

“Please, stop. I did that because I love you, and her. And I love this life that we made.”

“Aww, Clark does have some sweetness, and not just need to fuck me.”

“You’re ruining this moment,” both yours and Clark’s heads look towards the door when you hear your daughter scream. “Lottie?” Jumping down off the counter, you head towards the front door. That is a scared scream.

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Charlotte climbs up the slide ladder before going down it again. Stopping at the end of it, and she looks back at the house exasperated. Henry always had nap time when she wanted to play. Huffing, she moves over to the sandbox, starting to play with the tools while she waits on her brother’s short nap.

A man walks down the road to the house. His eyes look around the property longingly before stopping far enough in the distance to see Charlotte. Not close enough to alert her, but close to hear her voice. She sings a sweet little song while her fingers dig into the sand.

The man’s fingers run over the picket fence, it has been freshly painted, and he sighs. Walking a bit closer, the girl spots him, and gives him an odd look, “Are you here to see my mommy and daddy?”

“Daddy?”

“They’re inside,” she gives a point towards the front door, and the door is open. Letting a light breeze blow through it, but he can’t see anybody. “Mister?”

“Yeah,” he asks, squatting down to look at your daughter closer. She gives him a little giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Why do you have a beard? My daddy and grandpa don’t do that, no sir,” she said that word again. The man gulps before sitting down beside her. Sticking his hand in the sand. He picks up a wad of it before letting it fall back in the sandbox. “You don’t talk much.”

“I didn’t even know who I was for a long time.”

Scrunching up her nose, she looks at him funny. Giving a little scoot back, and even the man timidly scoots back, too. “What’s your name?”

“Charlotte. I was named after my angel daddy’s grandma,” the man gives her a soft smile, but then she looks into his eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“I’m overwhelmed right now.”

“Let me get my daddy. He’ll know what to do.”

“No,” he grabs her tightly, and she lets out a scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Charlotte, don’t scream.”

“Stop! Mommy!” The man goes to stand. Dropping her arm, and he sees the door open. “Mommy!” She turns running towards you, and you and him stare at each other for far too long. Seeing a tall shadow walk up behind you, he turns to leave.

You can’t believe what you saw. Trying to calm your breathing. It was all right, and so wrong, “Carter?” The man freezes, and Clark places a hand on your hip. “Carter Baizen?” Slowly he turns around to see you, but sees his former best friend behind you. “Carter?” He nods his head, and you gasp, covering your mouth.

Visions of your life with Carter flash through your mind. The moment a sweet little boy gave you a dandelion and told you he was going to marry you. Your first kiss behind the school house while Clark kept watch for the adults. The first time Carter touched you and you felt actual sparks fly between you. That first ‘I love you’. Every moment with your best friend, and the love of your life plays like the greatest story ever told.

Placing your daughter in Clark’s arms you walk over to him. It was him. A bit grown out and rough, but it was him. The same eyes. And the way he looked at you was the exact same. “I thought you were dead.”

“I did, too,” he looks back at Clark holding Charlotte, and then down to you. “What’s he doing here?” His eyes move towards your hand, noticing the ring on your finger. “No,” he shakes his head as tears stream down his face. “I told him not to fall in love.”

“What?”

“Carter, maybe we should go inside, and have a talk,” you look back at Clark. Unsure of what you need to feel. But Carter is alive, and he’s here. Clark turns with Charlotte still in his arms, but leaves you with your husband? Former husband?

“Cricket, what happened?”

“Life. Come on,” you aren’t sure what this means. Aren’t sure what you should think or react. But your Carter was right beside you. Following you into the house that you made a home with his best friend.

Getting into the living room with Clark now in Carter’s chair and Charlotte hugged up against him. “I’m sorry, bud. I couldn’t keep my promise,” hearing a creaking door, Carter’s eyes look down the hallway, and sees a little barefoot boy running towards you. Outstretched arms and calling for his mommy.

“This is my son, Henry Carter Kent,” Carter’s eyes slowly close. Swallowing the bile that threatens to rise up his throat. “Cricket, we can’t have this conversation with Lottie.”

”What comver — comversay — saytion…why can’t you talk in front of me?”

“Don’t make me do this,” Clark stares up at you shaking his head. Hoping you remembered the last ten minutes over right now. While you had happy memories flowing through your mind, he felt like his happy moments were being stole from him. “She won’t understand.”

“Tell me!” Charlotte grabs his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her, “Daddy, I wanna know.”

“What are we supposed to do with them?” Your words come out stiff. If you allow all the emotions to pour out you might just collapse on the floor. Everything is so overwhelming right now, and you don’t know what to think. What to do. What you had to do. Was yours and Clark’s marriage now a lie? What did this mean for your family? What did you want to do?

Carter was your everything. And then life happened and you settled into your new something. Yours and Clark’s relationship could be volatile at times. Things never flowed as easily as they did with Carter. But you two fought to make them work. Because you wanted to. Or did you just not want to be alone? And Clark was there accepting you when other men would turn away.

“Your folks can get them. Don’t make my daughter try and understand this,” Carter clears his throat, and Clark shakes his head no, pointing at him, “Don’t. She is mine. Cricket, honey, call your folks. I don’t want the kids to be part of this until…please, just don’t.”

“Can you give — just a moment. Clark’s right. Okay? They’ll be right here,” Carter nods. Having a seat on the couch in front of Clark, glaring. That was supposed to be his chair. His daughter. His home. His family.

His wife.

His life.

His everything.

It was all stolen from him. It should have been Clark.

Carter

or

Clark

A/N: Yes, this will be a choose your own adventure. So who do you choose? Carter or Clark? What is the right decision? is the decision for you or your children?

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The Bizarre Love Triangle between ace reporter Louis Lane, his assistant reporter Clara Kent and the superheroine Superwoman, Earth's mightiest mortal! Art by great and talented artist (14) @blondedsixties06 en Tumblr

Commissioned for Commissioned for the fanfic THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON. You can read it or download it here SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON - LordMallory] . Pitch for the fanfic on this post THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON [FANFIC+FANART] : r/superman (reddit.com)

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HOWLING at this moment where Bruce is tracking down a dying alien during an invasion storyline, mind-melds with it so he can understand its non-linear thoughts, because its drawings were incomprehensible before that, even when it's obviously something to do with Batman and then it's just like. This alien who can see the future and came here because people "can't survive alone" made sure its final drawing that Batman would see is one where he's holding hands with Superman. You think YOU ship SuperBat? Imagine traveling across the galaxy to a place completely alien to you and spending your dying hours drawing pictures of these two just to say, "I know what you are." LEGEND BEHAVIOR.

[thebarroomortheboy]

SUPERMAN (1941) | dir. Dave Fleischer

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art by Jack Burnley (1940)

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Superman by Fleischer Studios, 1940s

GIF by Fleischer Studios

[cantsayidont]

August 1940. Perhaps the most important Superman story never published: In the summer of 1940, Jerry Siegel wrote a complete script for a 26-page Superman epic (the length of two normal Superman stories of this period) in which Superman is weakened by a passing meteor of radioactive metal from the destroyed planet Krypton, here called "K-Metal." That alone would have been noteworthy, but that's far from all. Later in the story, Superman reveals his true identity to the survivors of a mine cave-in, including Lois Lane!

The other three witnesses are subsequently killed, but Lois now knows the truth. She and Superman then have the following conversation:

LOIS: Now I begin to see. Your attitude of cowardliness as Clark Kent-- It was just a screen to keep the world from learning who you really are! But there's one thing I must know: Was your--er--affection for me, in your role as Clark, also a pretense? SUPERMAN: THAT was the genuine article, Lois! LOIS: How foolish you were not to let me in on the secret! You should have known you could trust me! Why-- Don't you realize-- I might even be of great help to you? SUPERMAN: You're right! There were many times when I could have used the assistance of a confederate. Why didn't I think of it before? LOIS: Then it's settled! We're to be--partners! SUPERMAN: Yes -- partners!

It isn't quite so easy, however. After returning to Metropolis, Lois tells Clark, "I just remembered how long you've secretly been laughing at me! I don't like to be laughed at, Clark Kent-- But-- I'll assist you… Only for the good of humanity, however!"

Most of the art for this story was completed, or nearly completed, by Joe Shuster's shop artists before National-DC pulled the plug. The exact reasons are now unknown, although the most likely explanation is that the story just seemed like too much of a shift in the established dynamics of the Superman strip, which was by then running in newspapers and on the radio as well as in the comics. K-Metal, renamed Kryptonite, resurfaced in a 1943 radio storyline, which borrows some elements from this script, but Kryptonite wouldn't appear in the comics until 1949, and it wouldn't be until decades later that Lois Lane really and truly learned the secret.

For background on this story, see Mark Waid's article in ALTER EGO #26 (July 2003). The Superman Through the Ages website has a nearly complete recreation of the full story, done by modern artists (in color) based on the surviving pages of original art and Siegel's script, which Waid had carefully retyped using the same kind of typewriter Siegel used.

[superman-the-secret-third-thing]

Clark Kent's Wardrobe! 1938-1947

I wonder if they looked at actual fashion magazines for these.

Late 30s to mid-40s Standard outfit: Blue jacket, vest, pants, tie and hat (Usually orange)

Late 30s Fancy Dress: Top hat, tailcoat, bowtie.

Late 30s Orange pinstripe suit

1941 Red Dressing Gown

Mid 1940s Swimsuit Speedo

Early 40s Red vest

Early 40s Green Suit (No Tie)

Mid 40s Orange sweater and loose pants

Mid 40s Light Blue Suit jacket, Black polka dot Bowtie, Greenhat

Early 40s Light blue suit jacket, striped white shirt, blue striped tie

Early-Mid 40s Grey dress suit and bowtie

Early 40s Blue Pinstripe

Mid 40s jumpsuit

Mid 40s Red Suspenders

Mid 40s Plaid Suit

Mid 40s "Dress" Reporter outfit.

Late 40s Blue wool overcoat and orange scarf.

Mid 40s White Checkered? Suit jacket and bowtie.

Late 40s Green suit

...To be continued...

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[muttonchopsalley]

Today marks the 80th anniversary of the Famous Studios Superman cartoon, The Underground World.

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Action Comics #30

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Bullet in Your Heart, Part 7

Summary:  Clark and you learn to grow and to love

Pairings:  Clark Kent X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, teasing, degradation, breeding kink, slight choking, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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“Lottie, come here, darling,” Clark chuckles from the other side of the room, but Charlotte just claps her hands giggling.  “Charlotte Abigail you come to daddy,” she shakes her head before plopping down on the floor, slapping it with her hands.  “I’m gonna tell mama.  You better get back up and walk to daddy.”

Charlotte looks around to see if you were around before blowing a raspberry at her dad.  Loud laughter pours out from the living room, and you let a silent tear drift down your cheek.  Stirring the dinner for the night while Clark was being the perfect dad to Charlotte.  These sounds were a life that you had imagined with Carter.  Clark wasn’t ever in the picture, and it hurt to hear his voice over Carter’s.

Your thumb twists around your wedding band, and you bring your hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tell tale sign that you were crying again.  You hated this.  Wished you could love Clark the way he deserved.  He just wasn’t Carter.  It wasn’t fair to either of you.  But every time you heard that little baby girl squeal out dada, it just made sense.  Your marriage was more for her than for you.

“Lottie!  You come here to me,” Clark’s movements towards her were anything but quiet.  You could hear every step he took on his knees as he swipes her up from the floor, extending her up above him.  “You will have to learn to walk.  You’re already a year old.  Walk.”

“Nonononononono!” Your daughter giggles at him.

“Useless little thing.  I guess daddy is gonna have to carry you everywhere, or you will crawl everywhere.”

“Yep,” she answers with certainty, pointing into the kitchen, “Mommy!!”

“Okay, okay.  Let’s go see what mommy is doing in there,” even the way he walks in here with her was the sweetest thing.  Stepping behind you, and giving you a not so subtle kiss to your neck.  Letting your daughter clap her hands at the sight of you.  “Mommy is cooking.”

“Mmm!  Nummy nummy!  Down, dada,” Clark puts her down, and she crawls off to her room, ready to tear out more toys for her and her daddy to clean up later.

Clark’s hands wrap around you, sliding them all the way around your belly, until he has you pinned up against his chest, “It smells good, Cricket.”

“Thanks, babe.  Nearly finished.”

“And later when Lottie goes to sleep, mommy and daddy can play around for a bit.”

“Really?” You smile, melting onto him.  “And how is daddy gonna play with mommy?”

“Well, first off, I want my mouth all over your body.  Kiss every inch of you.  Give you one of those pretty little marks just below your shirt.  We’ll both know it’s there, but no one will see it.  Then, I’m going to suck on these pretty tits, while my fingers get you nice and wet.  And oh, Cricket bug, after you’ve soaked my fingers, I’m going to fuck you so hard that this time it’ll really stick,” you swat at his arm, causing him to growl, biting at your neck.  

“You don’t like when I fuck you good and deep?  Have my seed right here,” his hand splays across your stomach, giving it a few pulsing squeezes, “I know that’s where you feel me at.  I have to hold my hand over your mouth while you cry out my name.  It feels so good doesn’t it?”

“You just don’t have to be so vulgar,” you reach towards the stove, turning off all the burners, and Clark slides you down the counter, leaning you over it.  His hands start sliding up your legs until he exposes those sweet little panties, moving aside the gusset of them, he stares at your cunt.  “Clark,” you mewl, looking behind you.  He was so dirty, and in those moments it felt so right.  “She’s just in her room.”

Standing up, he leans over your back, but his fingers slide through your folds before sinking into you.  Pumping them in and out of you so slowly, “We got time to let the food cool, don’t we?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Shh, I love the way that sounds.  Just how wet you get for me.  How you just drip down your thighs with need.”

“Clark,” my god, you understood why so many women crawled into his car.  How he was able to let them go with a smile on their faces.  You had become the envy of the town women.  You had landed the sex god that they all craved, and they didn’t even know how sweet of a father he was.  “Clark!”

“Shh, shh, if Lottie crawls back in here, I stop.  You don’t want this greedy little pussy to not get an orgasm do you?” You shake your head no, letting yourself softly whimper.  “Don’t want the neighbors to see my wife taking my fingers like the good girl she is.  You want them to know what a cute little slut you are before dinner?  Made this delicious meal, and now I have to reward you, huh?  It’s what you deserve.”

His fingers start driving into you faster as you try to cling to the counter.  “You like that, huh?  Everyone thinks you’re my perfect little wife, perfect sweet mama to our little girl, but you’re also…also,” your walls clench around his fingers, and you grit your teeth.  Grunting out your pleasure as you come undo, and he pulls his fingers out of you.

Sucking your arousal off each and every single finger, moaning at your taste, “Mmm, dessert before dinner,” he walks over to the sink, washing his hands, “And, I’ll give you so much more later.  I gotta fuck a baby in you, and I’ll keep trying until we get there.”

“Clark, she’s only a year old.”

“Lottie, baby, it’s time to eat,” he smirks at you, walking into the dining room.  Your sweet girl crawls to her dad, and he throws her in the air.  Catching her before sitting her in the high chair right beside him.  She was never far from him.  “Behave, Cricket.  Because I need my boy.”

Lotioning up your body, you peek into the mirror to see Clark darken the doorway.  He walks on through, closing the door behind him, twisting the knob to lock.  He didn’t trust Charlotte’s ability to walk in here mid sex.  

Walking behind you, his meaty hands run around your neck before dipping below your nightie.  Squeezing at your tits, and twisting your nipples.  You stare up at him through the mirror, he is completely insatiable.  You knew Clark was a ladies’ man, but now you wondered if it was because nobody could keep up with his drive.

“Cricket,” he kneels down behind you, his lips kissing along your shoulders, nipping at your neck, “You gonna give us our son this time?”

“It’s not a lack of trying.”

“Charlotte is now two, and you haven’t missed your cycle once.  You think you can be extra needy for daddy’s cock tonight?”

“You think you can stop treating me like I’m your breeding tool?  I’m more than the flesh between my legs.”

His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you flush up against him.  Thumb caressing your jawline, “Is that really all you think you mean to me?  You think I care nothing about you, but your cunt?”

“And the ability I have to give you a child.  You know, since Charlotte is Carter’s,” his grip around your neck gets tighter, and you watch his mouth flinch a moment.  “Maybe it’s you that’s the problem.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.  Cricket, you know I love you.  And I love that little girl like she’s my own flesh and blood.”

“And all you want to do is fuck!”

“You and Carter didn’t fuck?  Oh, you definitely did, I heard you.  You didn’t get as loud with him as you do with me.”

“Because we didn’t just fuck.  Carter made love to me.  I’m not just a sex toy that you get to use whenever you get an itch, Clark.  Treat me like I am the only thing that matters while you’re inside me.  I don’t want to just physically feel you the next day, I want to crave you, think about you all day to where I can’t even focus.  I want to feel the ghost of your hands moving my body around while you slowly tear me apart.  I want,” you yelp as he picks you up by your ass.  Grinding you over his stomach.

“You never wear panties.”

“Because I know you’ll rip them off.  Fucking is fine, but sometimes I…I-I-I…” your voice turns to whimpers as he continues to work him over you.  Walking the two of you to the bed.

“What was that?”

“Just like that.  It’s not just about your cock in me.  It’s about…a-a-about the way you make me feel.  The way…fuck…yeah.  Yeah, that’s nice.  Right there.  Clark,” you hold both his cheeks in your hand, making him watch how something so simple was making you breathless.  “See how good it feels?  Penetration is the…the grand…fuck…grand finale.  This lead up is what…yeah.  Clark, yeah.  Don’t stop.  Don’t…stop.”

He lets you get good and needy.  Letting your sensitive nub get you ready, and you were right, this was the sexiest thing.  He couldn’t help but watch how much pleasure you were getting at the feel of his skin on your cunt.  Could feel just how wet you were as you leak your arousal on his belly.  “Yeah!”

“Yeah?  You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.  Clark!  Clark!” He pulls a hand up to your mouth as you let the pleasure overtake you.  Dropping you to the bed, and your legs bend at the knee, dropping them down to the bed.  Hungrily rubbing your hand over your sensitive clit as you smile up at him.  “It’s all yours, daddy.  You gonna fuck a baby in my tight little pussy?  Make me feel you for months and months.  Have you swelling my belly, and everyone in town knows how you fuck me?”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I am,” he pulls off his shirt, yanking down his jeans before his thick body hovers over you, “So you want slow?”

“Yes, make me fall in love with the way you make me feel,” running his tip through your slit.  Moaning at how wet you were, “You did that.  Now, take me apart slowly.”

Sliding from your clit to your entrance, Clark steadily slides in, and your back arches off the bed bringing you closer to him.  He was making sure your cunt remembered the way he felt.  Hugging over his girth perfectly until he’s balls deep.  

Wrapping your arms around him, holding him close, “Just…just feel me,” you pant out beside his ear.  “Let us actually fall, and not because it’s a duty.”

“Cricket, you’ve never been a duty,” settling his weight on you, he taps your arms, “Wanna hold your hands,” you give him a smile relaxing your arms, and he slides his hands all the way up your arms.  Weaving his fingers in yours before pinning your hands above your head.  “I love you.  I always have.  It’s you that’s been distant.”

He lets his hips piston into you achingly slow.  Watching as tears well up in your eyes.  “He’s never coming back, and all I want is you.  And his daughter.”

“Our daughter,” you sob, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him as close as possible to you.  “She’s yours.  You’re all she knows.  And I wanna give you a baby.  I really do.”

“Shh,” he cries right along with you.  Peppering kisses over every inch of skin that he can reach.  A steady pump into you has you melting into his touch.  Finally allowing yourself to fully fall for him.  Carter was never coming back.  And you had this amazing husband and father right in front of you.  

Gulping up at him, you smile as your orgasm builds up in your belly.  “Clark,” you whine, wanting so badly to hold him.  “Clark.”

“I know.  This is nice.  You’re right there, gripping me so tight,” crying out his name as your walls come crumbling down, he lets your hands go.  Grabbing onto the headboard as he rails into you.  Your nails cling tight to him.  You had never had him this way.  You had always yearned for more, but it was like the first time you were becoming one.  

“Cricket,” his voice sings out the perfect melody of your little nickname while he rocks into your body.  “Cricket…I….”

“Clark, I love you,” you whisper on his shoulder, giving the freckled skin a lingering kiss.  “I love our life.  I really do,” with one final thrust into you, he settles his weight, grabbing your chin to crash into your mouth for a bruising kiss.  The both of your tears mix together, both of you knowing that you couldn’t push him out for a ghost.  The love for Carter would always be there, but your love for Clark had finally grown.  

“I love you, so much,” he whispers your name, before rolling the two of you over.  Letting his softened cock slip out of you while he pets along your hair.  “And if all we ever have is Charlotte, that’s good enough for me.  Good enough for us,” his hands brush up and down your back as you start to drift asleep.  At peace with your life for the first time.

“Daddy, wake up,” Charlotte taps on Clark’s nose, ignoring your arm wrapped around his stomach, and your face smooshed up against his back.  “Daddy!”

“Lottie,” Clark groans, peeking open one of his eyes.  “Why are you up so early?”

“I made the baby a pize,” she giggles, and he sits up stretching.  Leaning back to give you a quick peck, and his hand splays over your little swollen belly.  “Daddy!”

“I’m coming.  I’m coming,” he yawns, forgoing a shirt to follow his daughter into her nursery.  “Oh…Lottie…that’s…that’s a lot of paint.”

“Look it,” she points at her table, giggling at her work of art.  “Baby a boy?”

“Mommy and I won’t know until it’s born, but,” he squats down, holding his arms open wide for the toddler to run into his arms, “They’re going to have the best big sister who wakes up early just to make them a surprise,” she twists her body around a bit before rushing into his arms.

“Hey, mommy.”

“Hey, sweetheart.  You’re getting paint on daddy’s back.  Does mommy need to give you both a bath?”

“Yep.” “Cricket!”

“I feel da baby,” letting Charlotte down, she waddles over to you, putting both hands and her face on your belly.  “Baby, you mine, okay?  Henny?”

“Yes, Lottie, if your mommy has a boy he’ll be Henry Carter, and if she’s a girl?”

“No girl.  Onwy boy, k?  Go, I cean up.  Go out!  I cean.”

Giggling, the two of you leave your daughter to clean up her disaster, getting into the hallway where you rub up and down Clark’s chest, “You happy, daddy?”

“Never been happier.  She’s pretty sweet, huh?” Giving him a nod, you pull him down for a sweet kiss.  Letting his hand roam around your belly as he tries to find his baby’s kicks.  Saturday mornings were your favorite.  Lazy, and together.  “Not much longer, and maybe we’ll have us a boy.”

“We’re definitely going to have our hands full.  Two babies.”

“Me a big giwl!”

“She is a big girl, Cricket.  She can speak to us now.”

“Yeah, and she thinks every time we have sex that there’s something wrong with the pipes, because that’s what you told her that noise was.”

“What was I supposed to tell her?  You really need to work on being quieter,” you give him an eye roll, heading towards the bedroom to get ready for the day.  “Yeah, I came up with a good excuse.”

“Daddy! You need to fix da pipes.  They loud,” Clark throws his head back looking at the ceiling as Charlotte pokes her head out of her room.  “Caww a pummew.”

“Yes, Lottie, darling.  Daddy is going to call a plumber.  I think it’s time for Lottie’s bedroom to be the furthest one from mommy and daddy’s.”

“Nope.  My oom as my table,” he chuckles at his daughter, going to get dressed as well.  Today was a great day to spend it outside on her swing set.  It wouldn’t be long until she wouldn’t be getting as much of your attention, and it would be all left to him.  

“I see!  I see!” Charlotte makes grabby hands towards Clark, standing on her tippy toes trying to get a good look at her baby.  “Daddy!”

“Come here, you,” he lifts her up, sitting her on your bed as she looks at the baby.  “Well, what do you think of your baby brother?”

“Hmm…Henny!”

“Shh, baby.  Henry is sleeping,” you press a finger up against her lips, trying to calm her.

“How he know me if he not see me?”

“He’ll learn to know you, sweetheart,” Clark pushes the blanket further away from his son’s face, and Henry squeaks in his sleep, causing Charlotte to move further away from him.  “Don’t be afraid.  I promise Henry can’t hurt you.”

“Hims ittle,” she smiles up at you, looking so much like Carter it hurts your heart. 

“You were even smaller, my darling,” she looks up at you before back at Henry shaking her head no.  “Yes, yes you were.  You looked like your little baby doll laying against daddy’s chest.  It was your favorite place to sleep.”

“Weawwy?” Clark leans around her to kiss her cheek.  “Can I seep der tonight?  Henny can have you.”

“Lottie, you sleep wherever you want to.”

“Clark, don’t give her ideas.  You can nap wherever you want to.  Nighttime, you’re in your big girl bed, okay?”

“Fine.  Henny, I wike you, but dis,” she pulls Clark’s hand to her cheek, nuzzling in close to him.  “Dis my daddy fiwst.  I shawe, but me don’t wanna.”

“Lottie,” Clark chastises.  

“Me wiww shawe dough.  Me just don’t wanna,” you take a deep breath, looking amongst your family.  This wasn’t at all how you envisioned your life.  But it was good, and it was safe.  Clark loved you, and you loved him.  Had learned to navigate trust and understanding with him.  He no longer felt like he was playing second fiddle to Carter, but he also knew that you loved him differently than his friend.  But here you were with him, and his two babies.  

Charlotte knew she had an angel dad, but didn’t understand what that meant.  She just knew that she loved Clark, and acted as if he had hung the moon.  Clark was her hero, and he honestly was yours as well.  Stepped up when he didn’t have to.  Defended you to the town, and even made an honest woman of you.  Took on the role as a father so well, and he loved every second of it.  

But you would be lying if you said you didn’t envision Carter’s face when you gave birth to Charlotte.  Every one of her milestones it was like you could see his ghost smiling behind her.  He wanted her, possibly more than you did.  But at least you could say that you had a piece of him with you for always.  As did Clark.

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THE SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON, FANART+FANFIC INTRODUCTION

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What would you think about an alternate universe with a female-Clark as Superwoman in the golden age?

Is the only main change in the classic canon together with her love interest, is not Earth-11, let's say is Eart-19...meet Clara Kent/Superwoman!

It's 1948, in Metropolis!

Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird? It's a plane? No! It's Superwoman!

Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, this amazing stranger from the planet Krypton, The Woman of Steel: Superwoman!

Empowered with X-ray vision, possessing remarkable physical strength, Superwoman fights a never-ending battle for love, truth, and justice, disguised as a mild-mannered newspaper reporter, Clara Kent!

In a world plagued by the Cold War and mistrust, can Superwoman bring peace to the world while fighting for love, truth, justice, and the American way? Can she finally find a happy life with Louis Lane, the love of her life? Can she defeat Lex Luthor and the terrible ancient evil he is about to awaken?

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KALA-EL/CLARA JOSEPHINE KENT/SUPERWOMAN

BORN: Krypton, a moon in a distant galaxy. Formally 28/02/1918, SMALLVILLE, KANSAS

PROFESSION: ASSISTANT REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (METROPOLIS COUNTY, NEW YORK)

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-Farmgirl, born Kansas 1918. No sisters nor brothers.

-Nicest girl in the office but very unfunny.

-Disappears without reason very often.

-Lives alone in a little flat and has a golden retriever dog called Krypto.

-Daddy issues. Her father didn't let her pursue a career as ballet dancer or swimmer (he didn't want her to take advantage of her powers) and died when she was 18.

-Former nurse during the war in the Pacific Ocean and in the Philippines.

-Loves children and dogs

-Tomboyish trails. Not quite elegant.

-Music-Hall fan, Katherine Hepburn and James Stewart fan

-Favorite books: Scarlet Pimpernel adventures, Jane Austen, Upton Sinclair and Virginia Wolf, somewhat eclectic.

-Amateur writer of children's stories, with characters such as DeeDog and the Komfy Dragon.

-She greatly admires her boss, Perry Weiss. A 1940s very liberal Republican style journalist, chief editor of the Daily Planet. She despises her deputy boss Cat Grant.

-Ambiguous relationship with her other boss Louis Lane. Clara has a good friendship with Louis and hides that she is very much in love with him. At the same time, she competes a lot with Mr. Lane and is annoyed by his political ideas and his paternalism.

-Strange friendship with young millionaire Bruce Wayne, something that is very surprising for the people in the Daily Planet newsroom.

-Always good scoops but never appears in the front line and too stubborn and independent to grow fast in the newspaper.

-Progressive quaker like her fathers.

-Civil rights supporter.

-Dislikes General McArthur, dislikes even more Lex Luthor

-Loves Eleanor Roosevelt but also Governor Dewey.

-Hates guns

-Supports unions, splits ticket between Metropolis Liberal Party and the two main parties. Politicians must be kind.

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SUPERHEROINE LIFE

-Superpowers: Flight, Super-Strength, Super-Speed, X-Ray Vision, Heat Vision, Enhanced Vision, Super-Hearing, Super-Breath, Freeze-Breath, High Invulnerability, Super-Stamina

-Can fly to a Mach 100 speed.

-Acts as Superwoman since October 1945.

-Defeated Zod invasion in July1946.

-Initial bad relationship with Batman but now close friends and allies. Together with Flash they conform the Justice League.

-Didn't act as Superwoman during the World War II because she was afraid of her powers. After the discovery of the Holocaust and the atomic bombs she decided to step in and showed herself to the world on autumn 1945.

-Worst enemy: Lex Luthor, heir of Nikola Tesla, rocket engineer & CEO of TELCORP (Tesla-Luthor Co.)

-Deeply in love with Louis Lane, who strongly rejects the superheroine.

-She hides her supersuit and cape under her normal clothes. The material is extraordinarily thin, flexible and resistant, and very easy to wear under normal clothing. Whenever someone needs Superwoman, she just needs to find an inconspicuous place, rip her shirt, unfold her cape and fly away at full speed.

-Widely admired.

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FAMILY & ORIGINS

The El family & Krypton

Krypton was a decadent civilization located on a moon near a large gaseous planet in the Orion belt, next to a green sun. In the past they had visited Earth and other planets expanding civilization, but their penchant for slavery, war, resource extraction and violence caused many of these projects to fail. Even in 10,500 BC the Kryptonians almost caused the terraforming of the Earth, melting the poles and destroying Atlantis and other civilizations, causing among other things the end of the Ice Age. Nearly 99% of humanity perished during that Kryptonian attack.

Over the centuries the Kryptonians lost the fuel necessary to travel across space and ended up confined to their planet, dedicated to warfare, genetic engineering-creating clones whose organs they needed to extend their lives-to pleasure and to exploiting the subsoil of their planet. The Kryptonians also established a dictatorship with a caste system based on genetic engineering and prohibited natural reproduction.

Jor-El and Lara were a couple of scientists critical of the system and supporters of the abolition of the caste system. They also fought against genetic engineering, violent repression, and the permanent destruction of the ecosystem. After a series of terrible earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and gas outbursts, it became clear that Krypton's core was collapsing, due to the energetic drilling and magnetic energy used in Krypton's industry. The Planet was doomed but the ruling caste ignored it. Jor-El and Lara had a daughter, Kala-El in a natural way against all the rules of Krypton. Lara managed to manufacture a small ship capable of making a space jump to save her daughter from the end of Krypton. General Zod stole her design and managed to build a larger fleet of ships but Jor-El managed to sabotage them and send the fleet to the Phantom Zone, a black hole near Krypton.

Lara decided to send Kala to Earth, confident that the culture of this planet was much more hopeful and kinder, and less prone to the mistakes of Krypton than other distant inhabited planets closer to them. Jor-El preferred to send her to New Genesis, another distant inhabited planet, because there Kala would receive less radiation and develop less extraordinary abilities that would allow her to live a normal life, but eventually Lara convinced him. During her journey to Earth and her growing period under a yellow sun, Kala would develop wonderful powers and could live a long life in the service of mankind, rehabilitating Krypton's legacy.

Within hours of Kala's birth, she was placed in the small ship, accompanied by the robot guide Kelex, whose memory was imprinted with the consciousness of Jor-El and Lara, as well as nearly all of Krypton's cultural heritage. They included several Kryptonian artifacts inside, such as a nearly indestructible ceremonial female ancestral caped suit with the crest of the House of El on its chest.

The ship was launched just hours before Krypton's demise and travelled through space for thirty years...

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Joe&Martha Kent, Kansas life

Joe and Martha Kent were a Quaker farming couple whose farm was struck by the pod carrying Kala-El the 28th of February of 1918. Although owners of substantial property they were a very humble, cooperative, austere, devout, and civil rights-minded people. Martha Kent was a descendant of Kansas abolitionist guerrilla fighter John Brown. They both raised Clara very lovingly and unwilling to ask too many questions about the baby's origin. Clara was a very sickly child as her body did not adapt to the Earth. She was an affectionate and obedient girl and devoured books. The Kent family were avowed supporters of the New Deal and Joe Kent was a member of the local farmers union.

With puberty Clara developed very fast, and her superpowers began to appear. She soon began to excel in swimming and ballet, while still questioning her origins, but Joe forbade her to pursue a professional career to prevent her from taking advantage of her powers, and moreover he forbade her to use her superpowers to help others, fearful of humanity's reaction and wary of savior messiahs in the era of interwar dictators.

Clara rebelled against her father but eventually gave in, fearful of her own abilities and understanding her parents' position. During these years, Clara didn't fit in very well, but she had two best friends, Pete Ross, with whom she was secretly in love, and Lana Lang. Pete didn't know about her superpowers, but Lana did. In 1936 Joe Kent died of a heart attack, devastating her daughter. Clara was unable to go to college after her father's death and worked as a teacher and nurse's aide in Smallville. Her engagement to Pete Ross, her teenage sweetheart failed in 1939 when she revealed her powers to Pete and he panicked, although he later promised to keep the secret. In those times of sadness, Kelex, the Kryptonian robot, was activated, explaining to Clara her true origins, which filled her with confusion.

Between 1939 and 1941 Clara lived in Canada and Alaska searching for the Fortress of Solitude, a strange place Kelex was pointing, but with the outbreak of World War II she decided to enlist as a nurse in the Pacific, refusing to use her powers except to help the wounded, fearing to cause more harm than good. In late 1944, the hospital ship on which he was traveling, the USS Shuster, was torpedoed by the Japanese. Clara jumped into the water and managed to keep the ship afloat with her super strength until she managed to beach it. No one understood how miraculously the ship had stayed afloat and even levitated. The incident was kept secret. Clara got a permit to return home and she revisited Alaska where she found the Fortress of Solitude with the help of Kelex. There she was able to better understand her origins and began to train her superpowers.

After learning about the Holocaust first and the atomic bombs later, Clara decided to become Superwoman and help others with her superpowers dressed in the ceremonial Kryptonian costume of her ancestors. Her mother Martha supported her decision. She relocated to Metropolis, where in September 1945 she was hired as an assistant reporter by Major Louis Lane, who had just returned from Europe.

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On October 1, 1945, Superwoman unveiled herself to the world and caused a huge sensation. The world was changed forever. Superwoman introduced herself to the newly formed United Nations, explaining her origins and her desire to help others and to stay out of political conflicts except to protect civilians.

Clara Kent began her double life as a journalist and as Superwoman. In July 1946, she defeated the invasion of General Zod and the survivors of Krypton. She also had to face other enemies such as the Intergang - an alliance of all organized crime in Metropolis and Gotham, Atomic Skull - an ex-Nazi agent with terrifying technology, Lex Luthor who began to develop his hatred and paranoia towards the superheroine, and his creations such as Metallo.

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DAILY PLANET CHARACTERS

Perry Weiss, a major shareholder and editor in chief of the Daily Planet. Born in Odessa in 1886. Jewish immigrant from humble origins who became a skilled journalist and founded the Daily Planet as a tool of the liberal wing of the Metropolis Republican Party to unseat the city bosses of the time. Still a staunch liberal, he supported Roosevelt in 1932 and 1936, is an ally of Mayor LaGuardia. He won the Pulitzer Prize in the 1920s for defending the innocence of Sacco and Vanzetti. Friend and ally of Louis Lane's father. He is very demanding with his employees but is very fond of Clara. He admires and defends Superwoman despite Louis Lane's distrust. Best friend of Cat Grant.

Cat Grant, Co-chair of Perry Weiss, Pulitzer winner, closeted lesbian, and Ayn Rand Fan. Born 1901, she comes from a fine family of Metropolis Knickerbockers. She is like Louis the least liberal element of the newspaper. To protect herself she married a very old friend of her father who helped her lead a double life. For twenty years she lived with a painter named Margaret Ivy. Considered the best writer of the Daily Planet, in addition to being a journalist she has published two novels. Very elegant and popular in intellectual circles. She is tremendously authoritarian. She mistreats Clara a lot because she does not respect her authority and because of her different political ideas, but as Clara grows as a journalist and Cat Grant suspects that she is Superwoman, she will protect her and push her forward without Clara knowing it. Best friend of Perry Weiss

Jimmy Olsen and Lucy Weiss, best friends of Clara.

Jimmy is a junior urban photographer. He comes from a town in Massachusetts. He is 7 years younger than Clara. He is a party animal, friendly, generous, and somewhat naive. Yet he is a skilled photographer who has been able to capture the worst of the night and day of Metropolis. Miraculously he always gets the best pictures of Superwoman (Clara helps him a little). Very democratic and complains about working for a newspaper that is too conservative for his taste. Adores Clara whom he treats as his big sister. It doesn't even cross his mind that she is Superwoman. Jimmy thinks that Louis is a snob and a bigot.

Lucy is a senior political photographer and the only woman on photo reporting on the Daily Planet who works outside the fashion department. She is the eldest daughter of Perry Weiss. She is an intrepid photojournalist who gets overseas passes and has been to several military conflicts. A loyal friend of Clara, and a very serious and professional woman. She is suspicious of Clara's double identity but would never say anything. She is the same age as Clara and a lover of jazz and the more alternative circuits of Metropolis.

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LOUIS LANE, SUPERWOMAN'S WEAKNESS?

NAME: LOUIS LANE

BORN: 08/02/1912, METROPOLIS (NEW YORK)

PROFESSION: SENIOR REPORTER

YEAR: 1948

PLACE: METROPOLIS (NYC)

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-Rich family, born in 1912, first of 6 brothers.

-Caustic, cynical, ironic but somewhat kind.

-Commanding.

-Lives in Park Avenue with his 6-year-old daughter and his rich unfaithful wife, fashion reporter Pat Lane (neé Kelly). Very unhappy marriage.

-Major rank during the war in the US army. He also worked with the OSS.

-Elegant, sportsman, plays violin.

-Teaches music lessons in an orphan house in secret.

-Not that snobbish nor Wasp, new rich family traits.

-Arkham University alumni.

-Classic music and literature lover.

-Heavy drinker.

-Does not enjoy journalism, thinking of quitting to politics or teaching literature.

-Jewish father (Lane surname is a change from Lantzman), Irish catholic mother, raised catholic and religious, but not extremely orthodox.

-His father is a self-made tycoon who started as democrat in the Tammany Hall and then switched to republican. Close ally of Mayor LaGuardia.

-Fought in the European theater during World War II.

-Conservative republican opposed to his father liberal republican views, loves McArthur, who he thinks should be the next President.

-In the past he had a good opinion of Lex Luthor. He saw him as an innovator and freedom fighter, but his opinion changed when Luthor kidnapped him to set a trap for Superwoman.

-Perry Weiss favorite reporter.

-Won the Pulitzer Prize in 1941, for his articles about the first defeat of the Intergang.

-First person to interview Superwoman.

-Very nice and paternalistic to Clara. Louis pushes Clara's career forward despite Cat Grant's opposition. He is also secretly in love with Clara. Although he rejects Superwoman and suspects she is the same person as Clara, he deludes himself and rejects these suspicions.

-Tired of New Deal Politics, anticommunist.

-"a brilliant and kind man" for most of the Daily Planet staff, a "terrible asshole" for many others like Jimmy Olsen.

-Strongly rejects Superwoman and other heroes.

-Sometimes Clara really hates him.

-Famous line "Neither reds nor capes".

-He lives a bizarre love triangle with Clara Kent and Superwoman. Although he publicly rejects the superheroine, he also desires her and he and Superwoman have had moments of passion, which Louis feels guilty about because he is married and because of his religion. On the other hand, he is in love with Clara Kent as much as he rejects the figure of Superwoman. He deludes himself about the identity of both. A bit James Stewart in Vertigo, which destabilizes and infuriates Clara.

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CURRENT AND PAST ENEMIES

Lex Luthor

Rocket engineer, CEO of TELCORP and Heir of Nikola Tesla. A Brilliant scientist who defines himself as a "radical humanist"...but in the early 30s supported closely fascism to stop "imperialism" and "usury" but later changed his mind and move closer to the USSR to fight "predatory western capitalism". Publicly, he is a tycoon and scientist loyal to the United States and works closely with the government. The world's greatest philanthropist. Loving father and husband. Hates Superwoman to death and believes she spells the end of humanity. Paranoid and ruthless but convinced that he does everything for the greater good.

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General Zod & Faora

Political dissidents like the El on Krypton on the other hand believed that Krypton's only salvation lay in emigrating and invading, terraforming, and exterminating other planets. They almost succeeded in a coup d'état but after their failure they and their henchmen tried to flee by space jumping their ships, Jor-El managed to sabotage the launch and send them to the Phantom Zone. Over the years they managed to escape and arrived on Earth in 1946, shortly after Clara showed herself to the world as Superwoman. They tried to exterminate all humanity, but Superwoman and the armies of Earth managed to defeat them. Their invasion caused 5,000 human casualties but could have caused complete extermination. The experience was traumatic for Clara because she had to send Zod and Faora back to the Phantom Zone where they would surely die. Zod, Faora and their henchmen had not yet developed the full powers of a yellow sun like Earth's and so several of them were killed by human bombs and missiles. Their remains were stored by Russians and Americans. Superwoman managed to expel all Kryptonian technology and weaponry into space so that humans would not use it for warfare.

Doomsday

A truly near-indestructible abomination.

Perhaps from Krypton's past? Perhaps created by mistake by human scientists?

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The Toyman

Winslow Schott, former entrepreneur, and inventor of the 1920s toy business who was ruined in the Great Depression by banks and various betrayals. After a crime spree he was imprisoned in 1933 but escaped from prison recently completely crazed and ready to take revenge on the whole city using his inventions.

Brainiac "The Eternal Traveller"

An android resulting from the abhorrent merger of a famous astronaut and artificial intelligence, which was used by the first civilization of Krypton to collect information from other worlds. It is more than 100,000 years old. With the passage of time, he revealed against the Kryptonians, became evil and phobic to any form of life that he considered imperfect or inferior. It caused the destruction of many cultures. He wanders through space visiting planets and analyzing life forms. He probably has no enthusiasm for humans, much less for a descendant of the House of El.

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You can download full free illustrated fanfic in pdf here! SUPERWOMAN FROM KRYPTON-FREE ILLUSTRATED FANFIC by lordmallory on DeviantArt or here SUPERWOMAN.pdf - Google Drive

[hoppy8544]

I always love Dick being a very smart detective. He has to be smart if he’s able to be Robin after all.

Superman: American Alien #4

Dick Grayson being a young detective in training, I might cry

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Fleischer/Famous Studios Animated Superman Shorts (1941-1943) Pt. 2

I am watching every movie based on a DC publication in release order, for more information, see my pinned post.

This is movies 8-18 on my list and is the second post on these Superman shorts, so for the entire introduction, see that post. Annoyingly, there's still one more of these shorts that just happened to come out after another movie, so they'll be another post about that single short at some point in the future.

THE MAGNETIC TELESCOPE IMDB Rating: 7 My Rating: 7 "Hope nothing goes wrong," Clark Kent says right as the magenetic telescope causes a comet to crash into the city.

Also Lois decides to call Perry White in the midst of the building she's in actively getting hit with pieces of a comet and then acts surprised when the building falls on her.

This is probably the best of these shorts I've seen yet. The setup is interesting in that there's a mad scientist that's definitely a bit evil, be he doesn't actually cause any issues, it's the police trying to stop his expirement that do. Also, at the end, Lois kisses Superman in the dark, but then the lights come on and he's changed back into his Clark Kent apparel, and that was cute.

ELECTRIC EARTHQUAKE IMDB Rating: 6.8 My Rating: 4 This one had a fun title card, it shook and crumbled.

Beyond that, this one wasn't very good. The villain is a man who wants the Daily Planet to print a story revealing that Manhattan actually belongs to "his people". Who are "his people"? We don't know. Why does he think this? We also don't know. Anyway he does crimes about it. Said crimes are just...electricuting the ground to start an earthquake?? I'm not sure that's how earthquakes work. Also superman gets attacked my a non-sentiant, non-controled electrical cord at some point?? That was confusing.

VOLCANO IMDB Rating: 6.9 My Rating: 7 HIS POWERS CHANGED!!! I mentioned in my first post about these shorts that I found it incredibly interesting that these shorts came out when Superman's powers still didn't include flight, so the little intro to all of the shorts said "able to leap tall buildings in a single bound". BUT, for the first time in this one, that intro was changed to "able to soar higher than any plane". He can fly now!!! Incredibly wild that they made that change in the midst of this series of shorts. I thought for a second this change might have happened when the production of these changed from Fleischer Studios over to Famous studios, but this one and the one after are still Fleischer. Moving on from that, Lois and Clark are sent to report on a volcano errupting on an island, and Lois STEALS Clark's press pass to get rid of him. This is the FIRST TIME we are seeing Lois and Clark animosity, and I'm really not even sure WHY she did this. Lois is kinda badass in this one ngl.

TERROR ON THE MIDWAY IMDB Rating: 6.5 My Rating: 5 The music is too loud over the start of this one and you can barely hear what Clark and Lois are saying. Overall, this one gets points docked for the sound design in general. It's about a buch of circus animals escaping, and all of the animal noises sounded strange and grating. Superman does fight a panther at some point though, so points for that ig.

JAPOTEURS IMDB Rating: 6.3 My Rating: 3 Oh boy. The youtube video that I watched of this was titled with "World War 2 american propaganda" and yeah, that's all this is. It's very racist and very boring. Superman saves a bomber plane and that's it, most of the short is spent setting up how cool and amazing this American bomber plane is.

SHOWDOWN IMDB Rating: 6.8 My Rating: 6 This one changed the intro again!! It went from "Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to soar higher than any plane" to "faster than a streak of lightning, more powerful than the pounding surf, mightier than a roaring hurricane". I wonder why. This short starts with Superman committing CRIMES. Except it's not actually Superman, of course, just someone in his costume. Interestingly, along with the change in intro, he's back to not being able to fly, just jump really high. That's really strange.

ELEVENTH HOUR IMDB Rating: 6.1 My Rating: 1 We're back with the World War II propaganda and racism. Even if you were to try to disregard those two things, this one just isn't good at all. Clark and Lois are in Japan, we're never really told why, and Clark is sabotaging the army operations there. Lois also gets captured at some point, but the whole short is really just Superman doing sabotage.

DESTRUCTION, INC. IMDB Rating: 6.4 My Rating: 4.5 This one just isn't particularly well written. It starts with some guy getting murdered and dumped in a pond, but then I'm not really sure how that ties into the rest of the story, which is about a group of workers attemping to blow up a torpedo manufacturing plant...for some reason?? Clark diguises himself as an elderly security guard, that's kinda fun.

THE MUMMY STRIKES IMDB Rating: 6.4 My Rating: 5.5 This one just...doesn't really fit with the rest of them??? It dives straight into like ancient Egyptian curses. Superman fights straight up mummies at some point. Everything else seems fairly rooted in the 'sci-fi' angle, and this one just doesn't really mesh. It's still interesting though.

JUNGLE DRUMS IMDB Rating: 6.3 My Rating: 2 Back at it again with the racism and propaganda. I overall just think they didn't put as much time into writing the shorts that were war related because they expected patriotism to carry them alone.

THE UNDERGROUND WORLD IMDB Rating: 6.7 My Rating: 6 BIRD MEN????????????????????????

[inkedberries]

i absolutely love reading everyone's tags from my brucie in 1940s art so here's one for clark!!!!!!!

even away from his superhero persona, clark kent does his share of rescuing via helping a lost kid find his way back to his parent

tho the kid seems to be enjoying himself