Young Master Wayne's Kryptonian Runaway Bride

(This is a serious story.) (The title comes from the author's beautiful mental state.) (Come on in!)

"You never told us about this, D," said Wayne's eldest son, seeming calm, though he had already mentally left the room.

The other young people looked so stunned that you could have shoved a slice of Stargazy Pie into their mouths and they wouldn't have reacted.

"Heh heh." Wayne's youngest son crossed his arms and claimed the high ground. "Is this supposed to be such a big deal? I just have a half-Kryptonian wife. You know, some places in the Middle East allow a man to have four wives."

The way you flare your nostrils in pride suggests otherwise.

The only older Wayne still managing to keep his head had switched into nocturnal-creature mode. His fingers hammered the keyboard like a raging storm. "An unregistered Kryptonian who has never appeared before? You should have reported this from the start, Robin!"

"Half-Kryptonian," Robin corrected him.

"I understand what you mean, Father, but she won't have any negative impact on the world. We grew up together. She's strong, intelligent, modest, gentle, impeccable in her manners, and puts me first in everything. She was born for me. We're destined to be together," he said confidently.

**

After getting his youngest son the supposedly same-age "wife" he'd mentioned from the League of Assassins, Batman grudgingly admitted that Robin's description of the half-Kryptonian was mostly fair, except for that last sentence.

That is, until he personally removed the collar around the little girl's neck, which Talia had insisted was there to "restrict her abilities."

Everything seemed normal. After dinner, the little girl stood up and wiped her mouth.

Then, just like her nominal "husband" often did, she jumped onto the dining table, planted her hands on her hips, lifted her head, and laughed maniacally.

"Hahahahahaha! I'm free, you fucking assholes! Who wants this stupid child bride can have her. I'm out! Fuck all of you except Alfred. See you never!"

Wayne Manor gained another human-shaped crater.

Everyone turned to the silent young Wayne, whose pupils were trembling. "Strong, intelligent, modest, gentle, impeccable in her manners, and puts me first in everything."

She thought her biological father was right: in the face of absolute power, intelligence was insignificant.

So, once her abilities returned, she abandoned useless thinking.

Her plan was simple now: 1. Alfred should belong to her. 2. Kill this world's Superman's child, and she could take his place.

That's the plan. She's got far too much to do.

As for that green head in her way, well, all it takes is a little heat in the eyes.

You're welcome, big brother of my ex-husband!

"Didn't your parents teach you to value life?" asked the man in the blue suit, holding a little girl with short curls.

"My dad kills people when he gets mad," the girl said indifferently.

"What about your mother?"

"She does that too when she's mad. It's normal," she continued.

"In case you're going to ask, my adoptive mother, or my master, taught me how to kill. I don't have an adoptive father. They're my family."

"No, they're not your family," said the man holding her.

The little girl eyed him suspiciously.

"Now I'm your father."

"Your parents will teach you to value life... and much more."

Blurb posted to the email archive on January 16, 2026. Earlier records date back to 2025.

*

I'll add the disclaimers later!!!

- Superman's kid fic. Everyday life is at least as important as romance.

- The two kids aren't married. Talia said it, so Mi believed her completely.

- The heroine is from a world where heroes and villains have switched roles, not a gender-swapped Jon. Her powers are different from the original character's, too.

- Loads of headcanon, invented plot, and made-up chronology. Any OOC characterization is on me; the glory belongs to the original work.

Theme: Don't raise a beagle.