A few days later, Smallville's central square was bustling with activity.
A colorful balloon arch stretched across the entrance to the magic exhibition, while vendors' calls mingled with children's laughter.
Street performers on stilts weaved through the crowd, occasionally conjuring handfuls of confetti and scattering them into the sky, drawing gasps from passersby.
A huge poster bore the image of a man in a top hat, a roguish smile at the corner of his lips as he toyed with a deck of cards.
"Wow! There are so many people!" Clark pressed himself against the car window, his blue eyes sparkling. "Dio! Look, cotton candy over there! Is that... is that Eastern candied hawthorn?!"
Dio gave a cold snort, his red eyes flicking toward the magic tent in the middle of the square.
"...Childish."
Locke: "."
That wasn't what you said when you were munching on candied hawthorn in Metropolis last time.
"All right."
Jonathan parked the car and turned back with a smile. "Boys, get ready to hop out."
The moment he finished speaking, Clark eagerly unfastened his seat belt.
He turned and held out his hands to Locke. "Uncle Locke! Let me carry Saraphiel!"
Seeing Clark so enthusiastic, Locke naturally had no intention of dampening his spirits. He carefully handed the baby over.
"All right, remember to hold him steady. Don't—"
His words suddenly caught in his throat.
He could not believe what he was seeing.
The instant Clark took Saraphiel, an invisible ripple spread from the boy's fingertips. Like a transparent film, it gently supported the baby's body.
No matter how Saraphiel kicked in his arms, he remained steadily suspended in the crook of Clark's arm. Not even a wrinkle in his swaddling cloth was disturbed!
A bio-electric aura?!
Locke's pupils contracted sharply.
*Superman was using a bio-electric