The Father of American Comics Superheroes

“Aren’t you afraid of being kicked silly?”

Raven didn’t look at Mike in a good mood.

Mike laughed.

Raven’s eyes twinkled and her long, slender leg rubbed lightly against Mike’s ear.

Mike froze, seemingly not expecting Raven to do that.

Raven looked at Mike and rested her long, slender leg on Mike’s shoulder while her body slowly leaned over.

Just then……

“Dad!”

Clark sat up from the bed rubbing his eyes and looked at Mike with a surprised cry, then froze after seeing the two of them in the position of Mike and Raven.

Mike and Raven looked embarrassed.

Clark suddenly closed his eyes and said out loud, “Dad, where are you?”

When he fell down, the quilt was pulled up, and there was a snoring sound.

“Pfft!”

Raven couldn’t help but laugh, dropping her leg off Mike and muttering, “Little boy!”

Mike took a step back, coughed softly and said, “He didn’t get you in trouble, did he?”

“Clark was obedient.” Squinting down at Mike, she said, “Much more obedient than you.”

Mike nodded and said, “It’s been a hard two days for you.”

Raven winked playfully, saw her face come up to Mike and said, “How are you going to repay me?”

“Didn’t I rescue people for you?”

Raven glared at Mike, grunted coldly, pushed Mike away from the door, and walked out with a big stride, closing the door with a ‘bang’.

Mike showed a bitter smile.

Clark revealed a pair of eyes looking at Mike: “Dad, why is Aunt Raven angry?”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Ugh, women!”

Clark sighed and sat up from the bed.

“Ha ha!” Mike laughed as he walked towards Clark and sat on the bed, reaching up and flicking his head, “What do you know?”

Clark spat out his tongue, hugged Mike, yawned, and said, “I’ll tell you what, Aunt Raven took me to the amusement park today, and she and I ……”

Clark spoke of the day’s events, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller ……

Mike smiled faintly, put the little one on the bed, put the covers on and walked into the bathroom.

……

The next day was clear and sunny, another beautiful day.

Mike finished washing up, squeezed the toothpaste for Clark, turned around to see the little guy still holding the quilt, drooling and sleeping, coughed gently and said, “Ehhh, red meat.”

“Red meat! Over there?”

Clark snapped open his eyes, shouted, and jumped straight up.

“Ha ha!”

Clark looked at Mike slyly and said, “Dad! You lied to me again!”

Patting Clark’s head, Mike said, “Get up, wash up, eat breakfast, and we’ll go.”

“Go?” Clark cocked his head and rubbed his eyes, “Are we going home?”

Mike answered.

“But hasn’t our home been blown up?”

Mike pulled Clark out of the covers and said, “We’re going back to New York.”

“Oh ……” A still confused Clark stared at Mike, surprised, “New York?”

“Yes, back to New York.”

“But Dad, didn’t you say you were going home?”

“There’s a home for Dad in New York, too.” Mike reached out and pointed to the bathroom, saying, “Go! Or you’ll miss your flight.”

“Oh yeah!”

Clark cheered and trotted off to the bathroom.