A/N: It's short 'cause I'm lazy. :P Hope it'll suffice. And if you've watched the JLU episode titled "For The Man Who Has Everything", you'll get the hints I left in this short fic.
"Red sun."
Two words. Enough to produce dementia-like symptoms to the super clone. He was disconcerted over the entire ordeal. ...The worst part? Lex Luthor had the authoritative power over Superboy, no one else had any control to do that to him. The fact that he shared his DNA with Luthor sent shivers all around his half-human, half-kryptonian body.
He felt ashamed. Chagrined because Lex Luthor was his...father. Cadmus Labs generated a hybrid clone, and another secret Project Kr look-alike. The difference? The other project was made of pure Kryptonian DNA, and wasn't liberated. If he had to, he'd find a way to free him. Soon.
As for now, he had other tasks to focus on. One being finding a suitable way to tell the team that his congenital traits hail from both Superman and Lex. The second, confessing to Batman. No way would he tell Superman this. On second thought, Superman probably guessed. Explains for his suspicion, lack of faith in Conner. Maybe Superman had other reasons to not accept him? A recent or past event, involving losing a close relative? Yea. That's probably it.
Conner arrived at the Zeta-Beam close to the bridge in New York City. He hesitated, standing at the teleportation device, wondering if he should take the next step. Was he ready to tell the Team? Were they prepared to hear the information regarding that his father is the Justice League's most wanted villain?
He took in a sharp breath and took the last step. It hurt him. Knowing he had the villain's genetics. That didn't change his personality. No. The news just left him torn, misplaced. He felt like he was a million miles away, yet he never moved an inch. He couldn't. His body disintegrated into particles upon entering the Zeta tube.
The pouring thoughts flooded his mind in the seconds it took him to arrive at Mount Justice. He cast it aside, forcing a smile as he headed towards the kitchen to make up for lost time. After all, it was Thanksgiving. Why ruin all the cheerful faces with this news?
They'll accept the truth when he confides in the team tomorrow. No matter what words they say to mitigate the anger dwelling within, the clone would still hate the man he has become. Part villain, part heroin.
His dream to become the next Superman, pulverized by the knowledge rendered unjust. His existence, a contradiction. Things will never be the same. His life was a paradox.