Here's a new version of my story that involves Superboy x OC. I thought it would make a better storyline and make sense. The OC will be the same name just, not with abilities. Hope you enjoy!
Being the son of a rich-criminal who hates your favourite idol is quite frustrating. Lucky for you though; because you're not me. Other kids learnt basic math, finger painting and the ABCs. I learned the fundamentals of business, computer science and most importantly, reasons to hate Superman. While I found the computer science skills beneficial, and the business rules as kind of lame, one thing I never agreed with was hating one of the best heroes on the planet. Superman is awesome. Innocent people are still walking about today because of him. I just don't see how such a hero, willing to make sacrifices to help others, can be hated by my father. The man has good intentions, but the way he expresses them is unusual. Nowadays I wonder if he lost his way somewhere down the road to killing Superman, but what else can you expect when you're Dad is Lex Luthor.
The man has tried to conform me to be just like him; putting a wicked twist on the phrase, 'like father, like son'. He taught me computers and finance, so I can take over the company when he leaves. He doesn't even bother to ask, he justs decides. Such as with every other aspect of my life. To add to that burn, because of his strict schedule I never got to go outside to meet other people my age or even to talk to the press. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, there is little evidence of my existence. No one would recognise me as the son of Lex Luthor. It was that fact though, that sparked an idea.
"But dad..."
"But no", Dad replied. He sat down at his desk which stood in front of plate glass windows which looked over the kingdom of Metropolis. "Dad, it'd work.", I countered. Dad didn't let down though, "it'd be insane." I planned that instead of getting private tutors and round the clock homework, I'd attend a public high school and get a handle on normal life. "No one would recognise me; I'm not gonna be in danger.", I explained. I hoped that my dad would go along with something like this, but when I think about that, I remember that I'm talking about my dad. "You're getting a top-level education from some of the best tutors in the country.", Dad argues, "what's wrong with that?" "What's wrong...", I reply, "Is that your schedule doesn't allow me to live a social life." "Why would you need one?", Dad laughs. The fact that Dad finds having a social life a joke explains way too much. "Because I want to live a life that isn't influenced by business and politics.", I argue. "It's business and politics that lead to success.", he counters. "It also leads to being lonely.", I say, "Dad I just want a chance to have a life
like everyone else." "Every time you go to prison", I continue stepping closer to his desk, "I have no one to talk to, no one to even give me a shoulder to cry on when I fear that each time might be the last time I ever see you again. Please, give me a chance to find people who can help me through that." Dad sighed, "I know that you're scared and I'm scared too. Scared that I'm never going to make it home to see you again." "But I don't want to let out of my sight, it's too dangerous. My decision is final.", he decides looking down to research his workload for the day.
When arguing with my dad, it was impossible when it came to my life choices. I decided to try a new approach, "How about an experiment?" Dad looks up. "I spend a year at a public high school; if it proves to do good for the company and myself, then I should be allowed to stay.", I explained, "But if it turns out to be a bad experience, then I'll go back to private tutoring." My dad puts on a familiar face showing he's contemplating the idea. "Alright", he agrees, "One year, are we clear?" A grin quickly grows on my face, a welcome surprise. "Yes sir", I say, "Thank you." I turn to head for the door but as I reach the handle, "Not only that..." I turn to face my dad who was now standing only a couple of steps from me. "If it fails, then I'll have "to make the rest of your choices for you. Because this one was such a failure." I should have expected this. "Alright, but if it succeeds", I answer, "I make my choices for me...not you." Lex Luthor was a gambler, but I was ready to deal.
"You have a deal", he replies before heading back to his desk to continue his work.
I raced to my room as fast as the Flash as my head was already going over preparations. What would I say? What would I do? What would I wear? I reached my room where I headed to the wardrobe to pick out some casual clothes for school. Unfortunately, all I had in there were bullshit, corporate suits. I'd have to order some online before school starts. In the meantime, I went to my laptop and began to search for schools that would be perfect. It would need to be somewhere that isn't in one of the major cities; they're the most targeted schools for kidnappings, especially in Gotham. Dad would have a rant if I chose one of those. Secondly, the school would have to be close to Metropolis. Then, Dad won't worry about long distance. It'd also have to be somewhere where no one would've even heard of me, not even a single bit of evidence. That should satisfy Dad.
I look around for high schools, glad they weren't part of the internet block. Dad thought I'd be too distracted by the internet and so blocked everything except the essentials. There were some schools out in small towns like Smallville. However, Dad hates Smallville. I keep searching the schools when I find one that caught my attention. As I researched it deeper, I found that the school was in a small, seaside town. The town also had a landmark which was named, 'Mount Justice'. It was perfect.
I prepared a fact file on the school and printed it before returning to my father's office, my smile still plastered on my face. I stopped at the door and knocked. I heard only hushed voices, one recognisable as Dad, but the other one was unfamiliar. Commanding and fearful. I then heard footsteps approaching the door. Dad opened the door, but only slightly. Dad tried to block the room, but I could still see behind him. The lights are turned down, almost to provide a sense of privacy. The room smelled of smoke and alcohol and by my dad's desk stood a man who made my smile drop. The man stood tall and bold, a soldier awaiting orders. He wore a blue jacket around him which hides behind an array of awards indicating a high rank - may be a general or sergeant. His most defining feature though is his face. It was stern and had a sense of darkness. It even had the scar of a claw mark which ran across his face. He turned towards us and stared at me. He looked as if he was studying me.
"What is it?", Dad asked, bringing me back to him. "Um, I made a fact file on a school that I think would be the best place to look at.", I answered handing him the document. "Alright. Thank you, Aaron.", he thanked, "Now head back to your room." I obey and head back as fast as I can. When I reach my room and finally close the door, I lay on my bed and release a deep breath I'd been holding in. Whoever that man in Dad's office was, he was terrifying. Something about him just seemed, off.
To take my mind off the creepy image of the General (yes, I gave him a nickname), I went back to preparing for school as a healthy distraction. I started by looking for casual clothing on websites. The male characters in the movies always wore jeans, so they were a must. Next, I looked into t-shirts and jackets. I wanted a Superman-themed one to symbolise the hope of change, but Dad would immediately return it. So I'd have to settle for the second place of Batman. To go with it, I found a waistcoat vest of a red colour online. I ordered everything. They're now out for delivery.
As I sat back, a wave of dread washed over me. I turned towards the door of my room to hear a set of footsteps. They were loud but short like boots, military boots. The General was leaving, thank God. But just as I thought it was safe, the footsteps abruptly stopped. My mind raced with many questions about this. Why did he stop? What is he doing? Where is he? I slowly stood from my desk chair and slowly began to walk towards the door. As I approached the door, I hesitantly placed my ear against the door, hoping to hear at least something. The door doesn't give off anything at first. "Maybe he's gone.", I thought. I began to sigh in relief.
KNOCK.
I yelped in surprise. The General was out there and knocking on my door. The creepy guy from the scary office of my father was now standing outside, pounding on my door. I stepped back from the door as he knocked again. It sounded as if he was about to break the door down if I didn't answer. Right now, it seems like an extremely, likely possibility. As he knocked a third time, I quickly began to search for a weapon. A knife, a gun, anything! I look through my drawers and locate a knife my dad gave me for my 13th birthday (I know, it's messed up). I grab the knife and stand in a defensive position ready to defend myself when he comes in. Unfortunately, I was never taught defensive techniques, not even how to punch. I brace myself for what's to come when I hear a voice.
"I'll see you soon, Aaron."
