Its this a system....

It has been a few weeks since Martha gave birth to little Isaac, and like every morning they are having breakfast, sometimes it's made by Jonathan.

After his months of training and taking care of the house, he discovered that he liked to make food, but only breakfast, as it was good, according to his son and wife.

Little Clark is having fewer accidents than before, and Martha and Jonathan think that the new baby may be the reason for that.

When they came back from the hospital, little Clark was eager to see and touch his little brother, but Jonathan told him that a baby is a very delicate thing, and he would let him touch it when he learned how to control his strength.

"How's the breakfast?" asked Jonathan, looking at his wife and son.

"Its goowd dwad," answers little Clark, stuffing himself with pancakes.

"It's good, honey; now you can marry the girl you like," answered his devilish wife.

"Ha ha ha, well, good thing that I did," answered Jonathan, grabbing the hand of his wife.

(giggle) "Indeed, you did," answered Martha with a smile on her face.

Like that, many weeks came to pass, and the more they passed, the more Jonathan and Martha started to notice something odd.

Little Isaac was quiet, not mute, but quiet; he didn't cry for no reason, and he also rarely laughed, or at least that baby laugh that little Clark had when he was a baby, as if something was funny in his eyes, but little Isaac didn't.

They began to be worried and began to think that maybe something was wrong with their baby, so they took him to the hospital, where, after many tests and check-ups, they told the Kent's that their baby was physically fine and that maybe this was a psychological problem, but for that to be diagnosed, they needed to wait for the baby to grow older.

Worried about Kent's return home, they discuss what to do about their son but come out with nothing, so after many discussions, they decide to let nature run its course and just try to keep him in sight all the time in case something wrong happens.

For a couple of days it was the same, but after some time, like it was magic, their son was getting better, or at least improving, with him crying and laughing a little bit more, almost as if he were telling them that he was fine, but that can't be, right?

POV Isaac

{Well, that was close}

Isaac Kent thought, and that was the thing that troubled him the most. He was thinking clearly right now, although he is a baby, and babies shouldn't have the capacity to have any rational thoughts, right? But here it was, breaking all that he knew about babies and the human mind, or at least the things that he remembered.

Even worse, that's not the only problem he was facing right now; oh no, the second one was in which family he was born into.

The Kent Family was a family that, according to his memories, shouldn't exist; they were fictional, a mere construct of someone's imagination, but now that he was here and he was their second son, it was another thing that shouldn't have happened, but it did happen.

In his memories, they only had one child, Clark Kent, but now that he was the second son, Isaac Kent, he was having trouble accepting this as real life.

Three weeks ago, when he came to himself, there was nothing around him, just a never-ending darkness.

He couldn't speak, see, or breathe; he could only feel emotions, and one of them was getting stronger by the second. It was fear.

A crippling fear was crawling into his mind, and he didn't know how to stop it, but when he felt the most fear, he was going to lose his mind.

A blinding light pierced through the darkness, and something grabbed him with force and pulled him out somewhere.

He tried to resist, but he had no control or strength in his body, and when he thought it was over, someone hit him hard in his rear parts, causing him to cry uncontrollably.

He couldn't see or hear well, but he felt that something was wrong. This wasn't normal; he was not blind or deft. But how does he know that?

{who am I?}

The first few weeks were tough for him. Luckily, he didn't have memories of family or friends, not even a name, and the things that he did remember were just miscellaneous stuff, but in those things that he remembered were this family, the Kent's, that consist of Jonathan Kent, Martha Kent, and last but not least, Clark Kent, also known as Kal-El, the man of steel, Superman, the must-broken superhero ever created, along with a bald guy wearing yellow spandex, and Superman was someone who you don't want to piss off, the only one with the guts to do it, Darkside, and even he doesn't fight him head-on.

Well, right now Clark is a toddler, so I don't need to worry about him or any villain for that matter, but now that I'm part of this family, I need to do something about safety in the future.

In the comics and cartoons, his family was never harmed, but I don't know if it will be the same with all the crazy people that will live and fight with Clark in the future.

Let's just say I need a plan to protect myself, my mom, and my dad.

[Conditions have been met; the initialize compatibility program is complete.]

 [Transferring data.....complete]

[Generating structural tab]

(Huh?) 

"Gu?"

When I was thinking of what to do in the upcoming years, something started to talk inside my head.

After that, I saw a text in the upper left corner of my eyes, and now I see a full blue screen right in front of me that says status window.

{Is this a system?}