"It was such bullshit, I've been here on this planet for almost a year and he still acts like I don't even exist !". Conner was pissed, royally pissed, well he was always pissed. He had finally worked up the courage to talk to Superman one day after Kal-El came to the base to see how the team's missions were going. Conner had tried to start a conversation with Superman, but the man had completely blown him off, simply saying "talk to Batman". And just like that, the Man of Steel walked away. Conner was crushed. Why did the man hate him so much, he didn't understand it, well okay , that was a lie , he totally understood why his fath-, I mean his DNA donor, hated him.

Superman had been thrown a 16 year old son, and well for most fathers they had 9 months to prepare for this, Superman had 0. And it wasn't like Conner was an infant, he wasn't in diapers, didn't need someone to raise him, bathe him, cook for him. Well , honestly he almost was an infant , if Conner really thought about it he was only really a year old , he just had the physicality of a teenager. But that was besides the point , he didn't care if Superman didn't want to be his dad , he just needed a friend , a mentor. He was at the point of just saying "forget it", and simply not caring what the Man of Steel thought about him. He needed to clear his head. He stopped staring at the ceiling and rolled off his bed.


Conner loved riding motorcycles, loved racing down the road, and loved the wind whipping through his hair. It was nice to forget everything else and just focus and concentrate on riding down the highway. He returned to the base about an hour later, he wasn't sure; he didn't really keep track of time. He walked into his room and noticed an unmarked manila envelope. He opened it up and inside was a folder, Conner looked around the room confused. Robin passed by his room "Oh hey Conner, yeah I guess someone sent you something in the mail". Conner opened the folder and noticed a simple note with an address.

"You think you know everything about PROJECT CADMUS.

There are many things you need to know about your creation and what exactly that project had in mind for you.

If you're curious and want more information, I suggest you go to the address i provided at 2 tomorrow afternoon."

-Alexander Joseph

Conner firstly wondered how the hell this person knew where he resided, but honestly that was beside the point right now. He looked at the address and typed it in Google Maps; the computer said the building was located in Metropolis. But it wasn't any normal office building, nope it was LEXCORP. THE Lexcorp , the one owned by Lex Luthor, Superman's arch-nemesis. Well tonight had gotten a hell of alot more interesting. He rubbed his eyes and put the folder by his bed and got under the covers. What was the point of trying to get sleep after getting something like this.

Ah , sleep. He remembered how long it took for him to actually grasp the concept of sleep after being broke out of Cadmus. Most nights he wouldn't get any sleep at all, the nightmares kept him up. The nightmares really never went away, but he learned to deal with them, and snuff out the horrific thoughts for a few hours. Conner turned and tossed in the bed, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen tomorrow.


Conner woke up the next morning , he had thought long and hard about if he was going to go to Metropolis. He came to the conclusion that he really had nothing to lose. Conner drove out of the base on his favorite motorbike and headed for Metropolis. He had told the team he was riding to town to get some breakfast. He couldn't believe they bought that one. As he rode down the highway he had no idea what was going to happen , but he knew one thing. It was better than sitting around waiting for sweet old daddy to warm up to him.


Metropolis wasn't that far away from the league's base so it only took him a few hours to reach Metropolis. The steel jungle was breathtaking , Conner rode through the streets just staring at everything. He saw the Lexcorp building down the street , and he took a deep breath, riding onward. He parked his bike and walked through the tall glass doors to the building. It was breathtaking and beautifully constructed. He walked up to the front desk, which was a hunk of untouched marble. Before he could ask a question a man in a nice black Armani suit walked up to Conner.

"Conner?"

Conner looked at the man , he seemed to be part of a security team.

"Uh yes?"

"Can you come with me sir?"

Conner nodded and followed the man up to a elevator. They both got in and the elevator went higher and higher , Conner just stared at the numbers rising , higher and higher, "like a speeding bullet", Conner sarcastically thought.

The elevator dinged at the top floor and the smooth metallic doors opened to a huge office room.

"He'll be with you shortly."

The man got back into the elevator and Conner was alone, he walked around the huge office. He looked out at the skyline of Metropolis. The sun was just about to set, and the sky was cast in an vibrant, orange hue. It was beautiful. He would die to live in a place like this. Maybe someday, if he was lucky enough. He had always wanted to live in a city, cities fascinated him. The tall towers, the busy night life.

"Superboy, the genetic clone of Superman, the Man of Steel."

Conner's daydreaming was interrupted, he turned around and saw him , Alexander Joseph , otherwise known as Lex Luthor.

He was dressed in a nice, black designer suit, with a green, vibrant tie. Lex closed the door behind him, and slowly walked towards his desk, extending his arms.

"Welcome to LexCorp Conner, I'm glad we finally have the pleasure of meeting. We have so much to discuss."