The Arctic.
Inside the destroyed Fortress of Solitude.
Pero held Clark's fist.
The two remained frozen in that position for a while.
Clark watched his fist being held firmly in that hand.
Besides shock, he also sensed something familiar about the black-robed man before him.
Have I felt this somewhere before? It's so familiar... just like... just like myself?
Pero released Clark's fist.
What's with this guy? Every emotion is written all over his face.
He compared him with the different screen versions of Superman he had seen in his previous life.
Reeve's and Brandon Routh's versions were unbelievably composed, and Henry Cavill's version had that godlike aura dialed all the way up... what on earth is with this guy?
Pero decided to watch things play out first. "I suppose... you could call me one of your kind."
But inwardly, he added.
One of your kind who has no weakness to kryptonite and won't stop just because your mother's name is Martha.
Clark's eyes instantly lit up.
He had always thought he was Krypton's last surviving orphan!
The next moment, he lunged forward and gave Pero a huge, enthusiastic hug, murmuring excitedly, "This is wonderful! I thought I was the last one! Oh, right, there's Krypto too..."
Pero instantly stiffened. Watching this somewhat familiar scene, the corners of his mouth twitched furiously.
Holy shit! Why does this feel a little like that part where Homelander went looking for a dad?
I let my guard down and didn't dodge! This guy isn't suddenly going to start calling me Dad on the spot too, is he?
Without betraying anything, he gently pushed away Clark, who was clinging to him. He suddenly noticed that the bodysuit Clark wore felt fuzzy and began examining it closely.
"Who designed this outfit of yours?" Pero frowned