Life with superheroes

When Mike received a call from the teacher, he already had a feeling about what had happened. He'd been preparing for this day for many years, so he calmly took Eric and Charles with him to the school.

Before getting out of the car, Mike glanced at the two boys sitting quietly in the backseat and said, "You two stay here..."

But after a brief pause, he changed his mind. "Forget it, come with me."

Mike led the two curious boys into the school, walked to the teacher's office, and sat them on a bench outside. "Wait for me here. Don't run around. Got it?"

Both boys nodded. Mike patted their heads, then pushed open the office door and stepped inside.

"Mr. Kent," greeted the freckled teacher, standing up nervously.

Mike nodded and walked straight toward his son, Clark, who stood beside another boy.

"Mr. Kent!" The teacher quickly moved in, her face filled with worry.

She feared that Mike might lose his temper and lash out at Mickey, the other boy involved in the incident. Mickey shrank back in fear, but to his surprise, Mike didn't even glance at him. Instead, he placed a gentle hand on Clark's head and spoke softly, "Clark, you did the right thing."

Clark looked up at his father, his eyes instantly welling with tears as the feelings of frustration and injustice he'd been holding onto melted away.

Seeing this, Mickey muttered under his breath, "Coward."

Mike, hearing him, crossed his arms and sneered. "Kid, I hope your father isn't a coward."

Mickey shot back defiantly, "My dad's way stronger than you!"

Mike smiled faintly and turned to the anxious teacher. "Relax, he's just a kid. Why would I waste my time on him?"

The teacher exhaled in relief and gestured toward a chair. "Mickey's father will be here soon. You two can talk this out face-to-face."

Mike's face darkened slightly. He thought about it—facing the father in front of the teacher? Beating up the guy here might not be the best move. He decided to resolve this privately.

Just as Mike was about to speak, the office door swung open, and a massive man, standing nearly two meters tall with muscles bulging under his shirt, stomped inside. Eric and Charles, who had been waiting outside, peeked through the doorway.

The freckled teacher's frown deepened. "Mr. Bill, I've already told you over the phone—it's your son who started the fight!"

The giant of a man ignored the teacher's words, his focus solely on his son. "Mickey, are you alright?" he asked, running his hands over Mickey to check for any injuries.

Mike raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by the display.

The teacher tried again. "Mr. Bill, your son—"

Bill cut her off, his gaze now locked on Clark. His face contorted with anger. "You! You're the one who bullied my son?"

Without warning, the man raised his hand to strike Clark.

"Don't!" the teacher screamed.

Bang!

Before the man could land his blow, Mike caught his wrist with ease, holding it in place with an icy stare. The room fell silent.

Bill blinked in surprise and then snarled, "You are the father of this kid?"

"Idiot," Mike muttered, letting go of the man's wrist.

Bill, like a lit fuse, swung a punch at Mike. His fist connected with Mike's mouth, drawing a bit of blood. The man paused, stunned, and then broke into a smug grin.

"I thought you were tough, but you're just a chump," he sneered.

"Dad!" Clark clenched his fists, ready to step in. With one punch, he could send this guy flying!

But Mike placed a firm hand on Clark's shoulder, keeping him calm. "Stay out of it," he whispered.

"Mr. Bill, stop!" the teacher scolded, stepping forward.

Bill shoved her aside, winding up for another punch. This time, Mike caught his fist mid-air.

Crack!

A sickening crunch echoed through the room as Mike squeezed the man's hand, breaking several bones. Bill screamed in agony, and soon his entire body crumpled under the pressure, his joints giving out one by one. He fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

Mike had been careful, mindful of the teachers and children present. While there was no blood, he made no promises about the state of Bill's bones.

Bill's screams filled the room. Mickey, now pale with fear, stood frozen in place.

Clark stared at his father in awe, remembering the promise Mike had made to him earlier. A small smile crept onto his face.

Outside the door, Eric and Charles erupted in excitement. "Dad, that was awesome!"

"Yeah, Dad! Kick his butt!" Eric chimed in.

Mike gave them both a pointed look, lingering on Eric. The two boys shrank back, quickly retreating to their seats and sitting quietly again.

Turning back to Mickey, Mike smiled. "If you ever bother Clark again, I'll pay your father another visit. Understand?"

Mickey nodded dumbly, too terrified to respond.

Mike calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He turned to the teacher and said, "He was the first to attack. I was only defending myself, right?"

The teacher, still shaken, nodded in agreement.

Bill, gasping through the pain, spat out, "I'm calling the cops! You're going to jail for this!"

Mike knelt beside him and whispered so only Bill could hear, "Call the cops? Go ahead. But let me remind you—you're the one who attacked first. And by the way, I know you're on drugs. Who do you think they'll lock up?"

The needle marks on Bill's arms had been easy for Mike to spot the moment he entered.

Hearing this Bill's face paled, his resolve crumbling.

Mike stood up, smiling. "It seems he's had a change of heart. Want me to help him out of here?"

The teacher, still stunned, quickly shook her head. "No, I'll… I'll call an ambulance."

Mike chuckled. "You're too kind."

Her face flushed red, embarrassed by his compliment. Clark, seeing this, glanced between his father and the teacher, his mind racing.

"I'll be taking Clark home now," Mike said, nodding to the teacher as he led Clark out of the office, gingerly sucking on his own lip where he had purposefully bitten it earlier.

"Dad!" Eric and Charles jumped from their chairs, rushing to him.

"Let's go home," Mike said.

Eric sighed in relief, thinking he was in the clear.

"Once we're home," Mike added, "you can explain where you learned those cuss words."

Eric's face fell instantly, while Charles stifled a giggle.

The four of them headed out of the school, but as they reached the outside of the building, Clark suddenly let go of Mike's hand. "Dad, I need to use the bathroom."

Mike nodded. "I'll wait for you in the car."

Clark gave a small nod, but as soon as Mike and his brothers left, he headed back toward the teacher's office, a determined look on his face.

Moments later, Clark was pushed out of the office by an embarrassed and frustrated teacher.

"I am not interested in your scumbag dad!" she yelled, face flushed.

"Well!" Clark muttered to himself, sighing as he replayed her words. He glanced back at the office door, still bewildered. "Why? Isn't my dad handsome? I swear her attitude towards him changed a bit. So why? Why'd she call him a scumbag?"

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