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Cloudy. That’s all Clark could think about on the excruciatingly long drive to Gotham.
Cold. Wet. Just plain miserable. There was no light inching its way through the clouds which littered themselves across the sky above the daunting and obnoxiously tall skyscrapers. Clark tilted his head back against the headrest as he analyzed the gothic inspired buildings. Picking apart at their design. Everything just felt so…empty. Like no one really lived there. A hauntingly huge difference compared to his old farm back in Smallville. Where he could actually feel the warmth of the sun melting itself against his tanned skin from working long hours under the heat helping his father, Jonathan, while his mother, Martha, baked pies as the aroma wafted from the open window out to his spot in the grass.
Now all he could smell was lit cigarettes and the subtle hint of garbage being left on the side of the streets that his father was driving past as his mother looked at the road map. Clark leaned his temple against the slightly fogged window as his glasses became askew on his face. He let out a small imperceptible sigh.
“I know what you’re thinking, son.” Jonathan’s voice broke the silence. Clark lazily turned his head at the question towards his father.
“I know how much you love Smallville and how you hate us for moving you here. But I need you to understand that your mother and I can’t afford to take care of the farm like we used to. We got an offer here and I know it’s not ideal but it’ll support us for now.” Jonathan explained as he looked at Clark then back at the road. Martha looked between the two men from the back.
“I don’t hate you guys” Clark whispered as he turned his line of sight ahead as the city grew from tall buildings to the thick of the woods. “And I understand Pa. I do.” His voice grew from a whisper to a soft and understanding tone. He was angry though. Livid. He missed his friends, room, and the road out back that he would ride his bicycle when he grew frustrated from his parents. He missed it all. But he couldn’t show his anger on his face, not to his parents.
So he turned back to the window as he looked at the gloomy part of the woods where the Gothamites who couldn’t afford the penthouses in the city lived. Jonathan pulled into the driveway of the small cabin. Clark found a way to force a small smile on his face to Martha as he got out the car, helping his father take out the boxes from the back as he made his way into the cabin. Tomorrow was the first day of his senior year, he couldn't afford letting childish feelings cloud his judgement. As he walked towards the door of the cabin he heard rustling, he snapped his head in the direction of the crows crying out as they flew rapidly away from the trees. His eyes narrowed before he walked inside. Closing the door.