#superman: last son of krypton

[icepandawarrior]

DAY 19: GOOD READS

[emperorsfoot]

I ugly laughed in the middle of work

[vertigoartgore]

2001's Superman Adventures Vol.1 #58 cover by artist Alex Ross.

[animusrox]

The Last Son of Krypton, Part III Superman: The Animated Series

[suzukiblu]

what do you have for Clark kent?

Clark is the last son of Krypton.

Clark is the last of Krypton.

At least, that's what he thought thirty seconds ago.

"Uh," the kid standing in the middle of the broken-up Metropolis street in front of him says awkwardly, a gloved hand half-covering the bright and bold and undeniable emblem on his chest. There's a lot of surrounding property damage, a lot of staring civilians hovering on the sidewalk, and some very upset police officers cuffing up some very unconscious metahuman gang members. Clark can't even begin to bring himself to care about any of it. "Hey . . . ?"

"Hello," Diana says, raising a curious eyebrow at both the kid and the ridiculous mess that's somehow been made of the street. From the look of it maybe one of those gang members had some kind of tectonic-based abilities or something similar, but Clark continues not to care. "It seems we've encountered an admirer of yours, Kal."

"You're wearing that crest without permission," Bruce says flatly, looking less amused than Clark has seen him since the last time someone died on the League's watch.

Clark, meanwhile, can't say anything at all.

"Hey, Superman gave me permission, okay?!" the kid protests, bristling defensively. Clutching the emblem . . . protectively. Like he's afraid to have it taken away. "Just not, uh . . . this one."

"This one." Bruce frowns. The kid flattens his hand against his chest and just . . . shrugs, looking away. Clark can't look away from him at all. He looks like . . . he looks . . .

"Yeah," the kid says, gesturing a little directionlessly with his free hand. "I'm kinda not, like . . . local? There was like this whole thing, like with Hypertime and–it's complicated, okay? Just, like, it's an alternate reality issue. I'm sort of, uh . . . lost. Or–stranded, more like. I guess more like . . . stranded."

The kid swallows. Drops his hand away from the emblem and folds his arms over it instead.

Keeps standing there, looking like . . .

"Are you, now," Bruce says neutrally, and he's definitely going somewhere with that, but–

"You're Kryptonian," Clark blurts, because he can't hold the words back a moment longer. Diana and Bruce both go very still beside him. The kid just looks surprised.

"Uh, not really?" he says. "I mean, okay, sort of. I'm a binary clone of . . . you know, like a hybrid? Um, they based me off, well . . . our Superman. And then, like, stitched me up with human DNA to hold me together 'cuz the Kryptonian genome is a freaking nightmare and they couldn't really figure it out all that well, so otherwise I would've degraded and–uh. Sorry."

Clark feels something he doesn't think he's ever felt in his life, looking at this kid. Feels like he's been dragging himself through the uncanny valley and finally seen the other side of the thing; like he's finally crossed through the fog and darkness and come out into the clear light of day and seen what people are actually supposed to look like. Everything about him is just . . . right. The pitch of his voice, the slope of his shoulders, the way the sunlight reflects off his skin, the pattern of spokes in his irises, the color of his eyes, the weight of him in the world . . .

Clark wants to snatch this kid up and wrap him in his cape and never let anything else touch him. Never let him be hurt or upset or–or alone. Never. Not for anything.

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met . . . when they first . . .

He feels the way he's heard people describe feeling when they first met their child. A sense of awe and wonder and . . . and . . .

He feels like he felt the first time he left the atmosphere and saw all of Earth all at once. Everything on it, everyone on it. The whole thing all together, all the same. Perfect.

Complete.

He's never loved anything this immediately, Clark realizes distantly. Not even that first full glimpse of Earth.

He can't imagine how he ever, ever could have.

"What's your name?" he asks, unable to shake the intensity of emotion held painfully tight in his chest. Not even wanting to shake it.

The kid looks–worried, almost. Puts his hands behind his back. Clark can see the full image of the El crest emblazoned in pride of place across his chest for the first time, and it makes him feel weak.

"Superboy," the kid says. "Um . . . Kon-El."

Clark's heart could burst, hearing that.

Or break.

"Kon-El," he echoes, forcing himself not to step in closer; not to crowd the kid. "I had a . . . on Krypton, before it was destroyed, there was . . ."

"A cousin. From the, uh, second house of El," the kid–Kon-El–agrees, shifting just barely anxiously. "My Superman said I . . . reminded him of him, like from what he saw in the recordings and all? So, uh . . ."

"I named you after him?" Clark asks wonderingly. He would've given the kid a human name over a Kryptonian one, himself, but then again, a public street in an alternate dimension isn't really the place for him to be introducing himself as "Jon Kent" or anything similar. Kon nods stiffly, drawing himself up a bit.

"Yeah," he says. "He said, uh–um. He said Kon-El was strong-willed. And . . . uh . . ."

He trails off, looking nervous, and then visibly steels himself and looks defensive again instead.

"He said I was family," he says, squaring his shoulders and lifting his jaw, like he's actually expecting someone to argue with him or something. "So he gave me that name."

Clark doesn't know who the hell made this kid so much as hesitate over saying that to any version of him that isn't an active supervillain, but he thinks he'd like to throw them into the Phantom Zone for a century or two. Just . . . that's all.

Or maybe three.

[nat-20s]

Favorite thing about Clark Kent, or alternatively, favorite Superman comic?

Favorite thing about Clark Kent can really be summed up with this comic page:

Like I know the joke is that People like Superman because he's nice but like. That so is the appeal to me is that Clark Kent possesses an unwavering, unflinching kindness and care for everyone. He believes, fundamentally, in the ability for people to grow, and change, and be better, even we he thinks an individual currently sucks ass. In his ideal world, people like Lex Luthor aren't taken down. They aren't defeated, they aren't killed, they're striving to be more. To give up the constant struggle for wealth and power in favor for struggling to help. To use their status and their riches and change the system they so long benefited from into something that makes it so everyone can live.

And the thing is, Clark Kent does this from such a fundamentally human place. He has love and kindness and is proud of you, not from the perspective of a god, but from the perspective of a guy who listened to his parents on how to be good. AND he's flawed! He can be bitchy and frustrated and petty and angry just like anyone AND he still guided by a fundamental principle of kindness. Not because he's immune to bad actions, not because of his powers, not because he can sit on a throne above the little people, but because he loves us, he loves people, he loves his friends and his family and strangers on the street and his enemies, even if they don't love him back.

(Side tangent: this is why i can't stand a cynical, bitter, borderline villain Superman. OR a boring personalityless Superman. Both of them miss the point of his character, that his humanity and complexity and moments of weakness and goodness are not all separate, disparate characteristics, but in fact all one in the same. [double side tangent: i should get to fight zack snyder in a denny's parking lot.)

I also like that he's funney sometimes.

Favorite Superman Comics:

Hmm. Well I'm far from super well versed in Superman comics, I know him overall from other media better, BUT I can recommend:

Superman: Birthright by Mark Waid

Superman VS The Klan by Gene Luen Yang

Superman: For All Seasons by Jeph Loeb

and especially people that want to get more to the core of the character without being bogged down with a shit ton of lore

Superman: Red & Blue by various authors.

(I've also been enjoying the Superman/Batman series by Mark Waid. Dude knows what I want in a comic lol)

[mimiyarts]

Kryptonians

Dinah Lance & Oliver Queen

Damian Wayne

[kent-farm]

Growing up, I always felt different– alone in some way. I had so many questions about who I was, why I was here. And all that changed when I met him. He taught me so many things about my homeworld, about my family, about myself. But the greatest thing– the greatest thing he ever did for me… is just be my dad.

—Clark about Jor-El, Superman and Lois, “Last Sons of Krypton”

[juridical-angel-blog]

Superman Vs Lobo ''Special Poster Riders''- ACTION COMICS #1065 - È STATA RILASCIATA UNA NUOVA COVER VARIANT DEL FUMETTO!

[cup-of-doodles]

I was reading last son of krypton and-

He’s such a momma’s boy, I love him so much

[robodino93]

Yesterday, I was watching Man of Steel, and I decided to make this fanart of Superman, and it’s somewhat a vision of what I would have Superman look like for a possible DC AU (like that’s gonna happen). Enjoy!

Here are the main sources used for the drawing.

Also, here’s the Timelapse video for the drawing.

[emperorsfoot]

They are literally flirting

[vertigoartgore]

All-Star Superman TPB cover by cover artist Frank Quitely (2010).

[alwaysboredsworld]

I think the funny thing is Kryptonians only had children through cloning of two people so they would find Kon to be perfectly natural and great, especially since Lex Luther is a genius, no matter how mad. They would probably be aghast that he is called abomination in Kryptonian.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for yesdangerpls behind the cut; "the Last Son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I mean–I was supposed to come out, uh–” Kon seems to fumble a little, and then just shrugs uncomfortably and tightens his folded arms. “They didn’t finish me? I was, like, supposed to come out, you know. Superman-sized.” He gestures awkwardly towards Clark as he says it, and Clark supposes–well. That would make sense, wouldn’t it. And he was thinking Kon might not be as old as he looks, before. 

“The hell?” Hal asks, wrinkling his nose in bewilderment. “Why was anyone trying to make another Supes?” 

“Uh–long story,” Kon says, and shrugs again, still looking uncomfortable. Clark wants to ask very badly, but if he knows exactly how Kon happened in his own reality, he might be likelier to inadvertently do something in this reality that keeps him from happening here, and that’s–if there’s any chance of it, he just . . . 

He just wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, if he made that mistake. Missed that chance. 

Or did anything to keep another version of this kid out of the world or the multiverse, either. 

“Batman and Wonder Woman are looking into who we’ve got on deck to help him get home, we’re just hitting up the cafeteria for lunch while they put out the call,” Clark says, mostly to discourage Hal or Dinah asking anything too specific about Kon’s origins. He just–no, he definitely doesn’t want to compromise any chance of Kon happening here, slim as it might actually be. “Can’t leave a guest wandering around the reality hungry, you know, not very mannerly of us.” 

Dinah laughs; Hal snorts, but smirks as he rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, Big Blue, of course we’ve gotta mind our interdimensional manners,” he says. 

I was virtually ravenous from sun-up to sun-down at Kon’s age and I also want to make sure he doesn’t feel either physically or emotionally uncomfortable or like he can’t ask us for things he needs while he’s here, Clark doesn’t say, because he still feels like Kon might feel awkward if he acts too familiar with him, and also because if he acts a little too familiar with the kid, he might end up accidentally escalating into acting a lot too familiar with him. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want to give a bad impression of our reality,” he says instead, smiling at Hal in amusement. “We’ll never get any tourists that way.” 

Dinah and Hal both laugh again, and Clark notices Kon shift his weight a little uncomfortably and decides it’s probably best to keep moving. Even if Kon’s been to other realities recently, he still can’t help thinking it still must be unsettling for him to be something new and unusual to people he already knows himself. He makes their goodbyes; guides the kid past Hal and Dinah and down the hall towards the cafeteria. If nothing else, he wants to make sure Kon gets some food in him before something happens, given how quickly things can happen around here. 

“Sorry,” he says, offering him a careful smile. “It’s probably all a little much, isn’t it?”

[ophilosoraptoro]

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