I'm going to try a little bit of that old random bits of thinking, because it is Monday, and because as usual I don't have a clue. Plus my son Frank is getting married next month, and they just signed the lease on the cutest little apartment, and he's going to be moving out and I'll be down to just one kid at home, and frankly I'm feeling a little conflicted. Yes, there will be more milk and orange juice in the house, but still...!
I imagine that Ma Kent feels this way. There always seems to be a fresh apple pie, and a free washer and dryer at the Kent Farm for whenever ol' Clark feels like wandering by. Which actually is rather nice, when you think about it, because an awful LOT of superheroes seem to be orphans. Hal certainly can't go home, although I suppose that his brother's house serves that purpose to a degree. I don't know if John still has living parents, and Kyle used to, but doesn't anymore, and I would think that his mother's house would be the LAST place on earth that Guy would go to voluntarily.
Batman's parents are dead. Just ask him, and he'll tell you. Fortunately, he has Alfred to bake the cookies and run the vacumn and clean up the bat guano in the cave. Others aren't quite so fortunate. For a large number of heroes, their various Leagues and Societies and Teams serve as surrogate homes and family. The JSA is probably the most so, or at least it used to be. The old JLI served as a family of sorts, with J'onn serving as a slightly reluctant paterfamilias, and Ted, Booster, Bea, Guy and Tora as the kids. The JLA doesn't seem to be quite so warm and fuzzy, but at least it's a place to hang out. The Titans all seem to cling together, which is odd, because some of them actually do have families. Heck, Jaime Reyes may have to most normal family life of just about any hero. And I find that SO refreshing.
But anyway, enough meandering. Here's a nice picture of Guy and Kyle that I found somewhere that I can't remember. It's by Aaron Felizmenio, and it is awfully pretty.
Happy Monday!