A long time ago, the Kryptonians Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van got married on Earth, it's heroes at the time. Together they united nearly all planets as The United Planets and Jor-El became the president. But to keep all his new citizens safe he took every defeated villain and co-conspirator and banished them to the planet of lost, a desolate nearby dwarf planet. Once there he took the necessary precaution of putting a barrier around the whole planet, one way in, no way out. Underneath this barrier everyone's powers were disabled, if they could be, and there was no technology aside from some refrigerators and the like. Very early 20th century, and certainly not a good place to end up.

But before I continue about that, something else happened that you should know. Many years of the sealing of the lost planet, Jor-El and Lara's son, Kal-El, darted his eyes from one satellite feed to another as he was fitted for a new suit. A super suit, for his first meeting as a potential for the new president of The United Planets. Potential though, was an understatement. Everyone knew that Kal-El may as well have been prince of the land, and even he had to admit that to himself. The planets were his as soon as he was old enough. Which was just what his parents were coming to him to talk about.

"Kal-El, my boy, how are you?" Jor-El spoke, face beaming with pride. His son smiled at him momentarily before his eyes dragged back to one screen in particular in his room, the feed of the planet of lost.

"I'm great, or well, I would be, if something wasn't bothering me." He sighed, almost turning fully to look at the planet before the tailor smacked him on the arm, rooting him back in place.

"I know that walking in your father's footsteps can be very stressful dear, but you have nothing to worry about." Lara ventured, stepping forward to admire her son's new suit. The blue and red suited him nicely.

"That's not my problem, mom. I actually wanted to...I had an idea. Think of it as my first order as president, or soon to be. To get me started." Kal had started to fidget, but he would stand his ground. He had to, for them.

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"I want to give the children born on the planet of lost a chance. I want them to come to Planetary Prep." Lara drops the cape she was inspecting and Jor-el takes a step back, but Kal speaks before they can. "Not all at once! Just four. And I already picked them."

"Picked them?! No, absolutely not! We cannot allow villains back on our planets. Think of the risk, Kal-El!"

"They're not villains! Their parents are! We can't blame them for what their ancestors have done. They're just…" Kal looks back to the planet. "They're just like me." Jor-El looked at him for a long moment, the silence giving enough time for the tailor to flee, before the president sighed.

"I suppose you are right. Who's children did you pick?" Kal gulps before beginning.

"I picked Ren Daggle, Dr. Mar Londo, Winema Wazzo, and…" He takes a deep breath to try to steady himself, "And Brainiac." The name itself was almost enough to make his father's blood boil.

"Brainiac! Are you out of your mind, Kal-El? Our sworn enemy, he almost wiped out our entire race. He almost wiped out the whole galaxy! How could you even think to—"

"His son is not him, father! He needs our help the most. It's cruel to leave him with someone so… cruel. No one is born evil, there's hope for him. Hope for all of them. I can feel it, father. I know there's goodness there. There has to be."

Jor-El could do no more than blink at his son, unfamiliar with such outbursts. But in his dazed state his wife swooped in for him.

"Kal-El, I'm proud of you for seeing past the hatred we've fed. If you truly feel so strongly about this, we'll do it. Won't we, Jor-El?" Her tone implied that she wasn't really asking.

"Yes, yes, I think we can manage that. But if they slip up, I'm sending them right back where they came from!" Kal beamed at them, running to hug his father.

"Of course! But you won't need to, I promise."

There, now, back to the story at hand, the planet of lost is a terrible place to end up, run down and rampant with disease and famine beginning to rear it's ugly head. But this is where my closest friends and I live. I'm Brainiac Five, and this is our story.

An: Hello there, thanks for reading! Now, obviously, there's some good guys in Clark's bad guys list, but in this world they aren't good, and that will be explained later. This is just the prologue. If you want to review, that would make me pretty happy, but you don't have to. Thanks again!