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The Kent family kitchen was alive with warmth and laughter. Plates clinked, silverware danced, and the smell of roasted vegetables, honey-glazed ham, and mashed potatoes filled the room. Martha had insisted on cooking a full dinner to celebrate the success of Alex's company and his return home, and no one dared argue.
The table was full tonight—not just Jonathan and Martha, but also Clark, sitting comfortably beside Lois Lane, his fiancée, who had been invited at Alex's insistence.
Alex took in the sight, his heart quietly full. Despite everything—the lies, the hidden identities, the schemes layered beneath the surface—moments like these reminded him why he was doing it all. For them.
Martha refilled a bowl of mashed potatoes while Jonathan reached for another slice of ham, nodding appreciatively.
Lois smiled, setting her fork down. "I have to say, Mrs. Kent, this is the best home-cooked meal I've had in a long time."
"Oh please, call me Martha," she said with a wave of her hand. "And you're always welcome here."
"So, what's next for the famous Aeternum Industries?" Clark asked, grinning at his younger brother as he poured himself a glass of water.
Alex leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment before replying. "Well… Verdant Core's just the beginning. But for now, I think the company can run on its own for a bit. I want to spend more time here. With all of you."
Jonathan looked at him from across the table, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "Good. We've missed having you around."
There was a brief silence, one filled with emotion, before Lois nudged Clark slightly, her smile playful but tender. "Clark didn't tell you, did he?"
Clark groaned. "Lois…"
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what?"
Lois, undeterred, leaned in like she was about to reveal a state secret. "We've been trying to plan our wedding for a while now. But we kept pushing it off. You know, saving up, trying to do it right without putting too much pressure on ourselves."
Clark gave her a pointed look, clearly embarrassed. "It's not a big deal. We've just been managing other priorities. We'll figure it out."
Alex stared at them for a beat, then set down his glass.
"Well, if money's the only thing standing in the way…" He smiled. "Then you should schedule the wedding next week. Or next month. Whenever you want, really. I'll handle everything."
Both Lois and Clark blinked, stunned.
Jonathan looked up from his plate. "Alex…"
"No, I'm serious," Alex continued, firm and sincere. "You two have waited long enough. You're clearly ready. So why wait because of something as small as money?"
Clark shook his head immediately. "Alex, you don't have to do that. You've already done more than enough for this family."
Alex met his brother's gaze and smiled—one that carried both strength and warmth.
"What's a brother for," he said softly, "if we can't help each other when it counts?"
Lois glanced at Clark, her hand finding his under the table. Her expression said it all. Gratitude. Love. Relief.
Clark opened his mouth to protest again but found he couldn't. Not when Alex was looking at him with such unwavering sincerity. He exhaled a quiet laugh and nodded, a hand ruffling Alex's hair just like he used to when they were younger.
"Alright. You win," Clark said. "But only if you agree to be my best man."
Alex smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."
Laughter bubbled around the table again, and just like that, the conversation shifted to wedding plans, flowers, guest lists, and whether Lois's father would cry when he walked her down the aisle. Martha was already scribbling ideas on a notepad, and Jonathan was joking about wearing a tie for the first time in a decade.
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The golden light of the Kansas sunset bathed the Kent farm in warmth, illuminating rows of white chairs lined up across the open field behind the old red barn. A soft breeze rustled through hanging lanterns and swaying white ribbons tied to every fence post, while subtle orchestral music hummed in the background from a string quartet stationed just beneath a large oak tree.
It was the kind of wedding Clark had always wanted—modest, peaceful, grounded in love rather than spectacle. But what made it special wasn't just the simplicity—it was the people.
The guests were quietly gathering, mingling in small circles and exchanging polite smiles. But for those who knew how to look deeper, it was clear this wasn't just any wedding.
Bruce Wayne had arrived first, dressed in a sleek charcoal suit, carrying himself with the quiet confidence of a man who was always five steps ahead. He greeted Jonathan and Martha warmly, offering a gift box wrapped in navy blue.
Next came Diana Prince, looking breathtaking in a soft lavender dress, her presence commanding yet graceful. She exchanged a knowing nod with Alex from across the field.
Barry Allen, Arthur Curry, Victor Stone, and J'onn J'onzz all arrived within minutes of each other, each playing the part of unassuming guests—but Alex saw through it. The entire Justice League was here, incognito, dressed like normal people. Civilians. Friends.
Lois Lane was getting married to Clark Kent, and even the greatest heroes on Earth weren't going to miss that.
Alex stood at the altar beside the officiant, dressed in a perfectly tailored midnight-blue suit with silver accents. His gaze swept across the crowd, momentarily locking eyes with each League member, who all gave him a subtle nod—not just in greeting, but in quiet recognition of everything he had done behind the scenes to make this day possible.
He hadn't invited them directly. Clark had. But Alex had ensured every detail—from security to accommodations to transportation—was handled smoothly, and subtly. No hero business today. No powers. Just family.
Jonathan Kent stood near the back of the ceremony space, his hands behind his back, proudly watching the guests settle in. Martha moved gracefully through the aisles, welcoming guests with a warm hug or firm handshake.
Clark was inside, not in costume, not as Superman, but as a man preparing to marry the love of his life.
Alex took a deep breath.
For all the power he wielded in secret… this, right here, this wedding of two people surrounded by love and unity… felt like something greater than any ability he had ever obtained.
And today, for once, he didn't have to play a role.
Today, he was simply… the best man.
Inside the Kent farmhouse, Clark adjusted his tie in front of the mirror for the third time, fidgeting despite himself. The room still smelled faintly of his childhood—aged wood, home-cooked meals, and old flannel. It was strange being back here, standing in front of the mirror not as Superman, not even as Clark Kent the reporter, but as a man about to become a husband.
Behind him, Bruce Wayne leaned against the wall, watching with the faintest trace of a smirk. "You've faced alien invasions, multiversal threats, and Lex Luthor at peak madness… but a wedding tie is what breaks you?"
Clark shot him a look. "You didn't have to come early just to heckle me."
"I did it because I care," Bruce replied smoothly, handing over a small black box. "Family heirloom. My father's cufflinks. Thomas Wayne wore them on his wedding day. You should too."
Clark hesitated, touched. "Are you sure?"
Bruce gave a rare, genuine nod. "Yes. Lois wouldn't want you looking sloppy."
In another room, Lois Lane stood before a large mirror, her bridesmaids adjusting the flowing fabric of her gown. Her dark hair was pinned up with tiny flowers, her makeup subtle but elegant, and her smile radiant with anticipation. Diana stood beside her—not as Wonder Woman, but as a friend, gently placing a golden hairpin above her veil.
"You look like a queen," Diana said softly.
"I feel like I'm about to float out of my skin," Lois admitted, laughing nervously.
"It's normal," Diana assured her. "The nerves, the excitement. But when you see him at the altar, it'll all vanish."
Lois took a deep breath. "I just hope he doesn't cry."
Diana smiled knowingly. "He will."
Outside, the guests began to settle as the music changed to the processional.
Alex walked down the aisle first, every eye on him. He didn't feel self-conscious—not today. He gave his mother a reassuring nod as he passed, then met the officiant at the altar, standing tall as the best man.
Moments later, Clark stepped out into the field, walking toward the altar with calm, steady steps. He was met with warm applause and smiles from every direction. Even Barry whispered, "Dude looks like a magazine cover," before Diana elbowed him gently.
As Clark took his place beside Alex, the two exchanged a quiet glance. Alex smirked and leaned in.
"She's definitely going to cry."
Clark chuckled under his breath. "So am I."
The music changed again.
Everyone stood.
Lois appeared at the far end of the aisle, her arm looped through Perry White's—who had insisted on walking her down after hearing her father wouldn't make it. Her eyes locked onto Clark's instantly, and whatever nerves she had melted away. He looked at her like she was the only thing that existed.
Alex caught the expressions on their faces, and something tight tugged in his chest.
This wasn't just love.
It was belonging.
It was a promise.
As Lois reached the altar, Clark took her hand, steady and sure. The officiant smiled as the guests sat down.
"Dearly beloved," the officiant began, "we are gathered here today not just to witness a union, but to celebrate one. A union of two hearts, two lives, and two people who have found in each other a reason to believe in forever…"
As the vows began, Alex watched quietly, the world seeming to blur at the edges. Bruce stood behind him, arms folded. Diana, Arthur, and the others were scattered across the crowd, their expressions solemn and soft.
For a moment, it wasn't the Justice League sitting there. It wasn't legends or symbols or gods.
It was family.
Clark Kent's Point of View
The world faded.
It always did when he was with her.
Standing here, under the soft glow of the Kansas sun, with the golden fields behind them and white flowers in her hair, Lois Lane was all he could see. She looked like she didn't belong to any world he'd known—like she was made for something brighter, greater. And yet, she was here, holding his hand.
He'd faced beings of unfathomable power. He'd heard entire planets scream in vacuum and witnessed galaxies collapse. But nothing had ever stolen his breath like the look in Lois's eyes right now.
When the officiant gave him the nod, he took a breath, feeling the heat rise in his chest—not from his powers, but from the raw swell of emotion. His voice, low and steady, carried across the field.
"Lois," he began, "you once told me that the truth was the only thing you needed. But what you gave me was more than truth. You gave me purpose… an anchor. When the world grew too heavy, you were the voice that pulled me back. When I doubted who I was, you reminded me—not with words, but by standing beside me."
Her eyes glistened.
"I can lift mountains, stop storms, and fly across continents… but loving you has always been the easiest thing I've ever done. And I vow, from this day forward, no matter where life takes us, I will be yours—always. Your partner, your home, your heart."
He slipped the ring onto her finger. She was already crying. So was he.
Lois Lane's Point of View
She had imagined this moment a thousand times.
But nothing—not a single dream, fantasy, or scribbled note—had prepared her for the reality of Clark standing across from her with that look in his eyes.
This was the man who'd saved the world, who had faced gods and monsters, who bore the weight of countless lives… and he looked at her like she was his miracle.
She took a steadying breath and spoke, her voice firm, unwavering.
"Clark Kent," she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips, "you are the only man who's ever made me believe in quiet strength. Not because of your powers… but because of your heart. You're kind when the world demands anger. You're gentle when everything around you calls for force. You're the story I never thought I'd get to write."
He blinked back tears.
"You once told me you felt like two people. But you're not. You're one man—with more strength and compassion than anyone I've ever known. And today, I don't just marry the reporter, or the hero. I marry the man who makes me laugh when I'm tired, who holds my hand when the headlines turn dark, who makes this chaotic world feel like home."
She placed the ring on his finger, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
Then the officiant smiled, and the moment hung in the air like something eternal.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may—"
But Clark didn't wait. He kissed her the second the words left the officiant's mouth.
Applause broke out across the field.
Even Bruce cracked a rare smile. Barry whooped from the back row. Diana wiped away a tear with the back of her hand.
And Alex… Alex watched with a warm smile that held something more—something deeper. Not envy, not sadness, but a fierce, unshakable pride.
Clark pulled away just enough to whisper against her lips: "You're stuck with me now."
Lois smirked. "I've handled worse."
The sun dipped low over the Kansas horizon, casting a golden hue across the reception tent beside the Kent barn. String lights sparkled overhead, dancing across white linen tablecloths, mason jar centerpieces, and homemade pie trays. It wasn't extravagant, but it was warm, full of laughter and sincerity—just like the couple being celebrated.
Clark stood near the edge of the tent, holding Lois's hand as they greeted guests. She hadn't let go of him since the kiss. Neither had said much, but they didn't need to. Their smiles said everything.
Alex moved through the gathering like a quiet current of stability. He wasn't trying to steal attention, but everyone noticed him. His tailored suit was simple but sharp, his expression calm, but undeniably proud. Occasionally, his eyes found Clark and Lois, and each time, a small, private smile crossed his face.
Bruce Wayne stood with Diana and Arthur near the open bar, all dressed in their civilian best. Bruce wore a charcoal suit, no tie—just enough to blend in while still being distinctly Bruce. Diana's dress was a flowing navy-blue number that shimmered every time she moved. Arthur wore a vest and rolled sleeves, laughing loudly at something Barry had just said.
"I've fought Parademons and sea serpents," Arthur said, raising a forkful of mashed potatoes, "but these are the real deal. Martha Kent is a national treasure."
"She's the reason I came back for seconds," Barry added, balancing two plates in his hands.
Diana raised her glass in agreement. "There's something sacred about this kind of gathering."
Bruce nodded quietly. His eyes followed Alex as he handed Martha a glass of wine, then pulled Jonathan into a quick hug. "You know," he muttered to Diana, "I think the younger Kent's the one we'll all owe the world to someday."
Diana's eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, but she said nothing.
Near the barn, the first dance began. Clark and Lois swayed slowly, gently, to a classic love song. Their bodies moved in sync, foreheads touching. Laughter broke out when Lois playfully stepped on his foot, and Clark mock-groaned in exaggerated pain.
Alex leaned against a support beam a short distance away, sipping cider and watching quietly.
"Not bad for a farmer's wedding, huh?" Jonathan Kent's voice came from beside him.
Alex chuckled. "It's perfect."
"You made it perfect," Jonathan said. "You gave Clark and Lois this day. You gave us all a reason to feel proud."
Alex's eyes didn't leave the couple. "I only did what any brother would do."
Jonathan gave him a sideways glance. "Not every brother has your mind, or your ambition."
Alex turned, brows raised. "You worried I'm aiming too high?"
"No," Jonathan said, after a pause. "Just hoping you remember the ground's still here when you land."
Alex smiled. "I'll be fine. I have family."
The music shifted.
Clark held out his hand to Martha for a dance. Lois pulled Jonathan in next. The laughter echoed across the field as partners changed, glasses clinked, and children ran across the grass under the lights.
Suddenly, Bruce stepped forward and extended a hand—toward Martha.
"May I?" he asked, straight-faced.
Martha blinked, then laughed. "I never thought Batman would ask me to dance."
"I'm off-duty," Bruce replied.
Even Diana and Arthur joined the dancing. Barry, of course, was already showing off ridiculous footwork, spinning between tables with a blur of motion.
Alex stood back and watched the heroes—no, the people—he'd seen move planets and rewrite fates, now clinking glasses and humming along to country ballads.
This was what he'd promised to protect.
Not just family.
But peace.
A moment of safety in a world that often had none.
And for tonight, no secrets were needed. No masks. Just the light of the stars and the laughter of people who, despite everything, still believed in love, in hope, and in each other.