A/N: So I already have through chapter 4 written and typed up, waiting to be revised and edited, so this story will not be forgotten any time soon. I'm already working on chapter 5 but I'm not sure where it's going to go after that. I have a few ideas, but they need to be tweaked and checked for any lingering insanity pleas. So just know that updates may fluctuate in regards to brain activity and free time. Thank you and I hope you enjoy...In Close Quarters.
Disclaimer: Well, I don't see any Superboys or Robins, so I must not own Young Justice. I'll leave that up to the guys at Cartoon Network, whoever they are.
A Prelude to a Conversation
As soon as Clark Kent set foot into the office of The Daily Planet, he knew it was going to be one of those days. Only halfway across the editing room floor on his way to his desk and already he was in some kind of trouble with his boss. Perry White, editor-in-chief of The Planet, stood in front of Clark's desk shuffling through several rough drafts of the article Clark was currently working on. As Clark reached his workspace, Perry looked up and gave an imperceptible nod, indicating that this conversation wasn't going to be a bad one. He held up one of the many prints from the stack and said gruffly, almost as a precursor to the conversation itself, "This one."
Then Perry's face arranged itself into something harder, unreadable and he bellowed loud enough for the entire editing room floor to hear, "Someone's here to see you, Kent, got here not ten minutes ago. I let them wait in my office for you." The two started in the direction of a big windowed office in the corner, where a door stated it belonged to Perry White. The man continued in a slightly lower, but still quite audible, voice, "Now I've known you fourteen years now Kent and you're one of the best damn reporters I've ever had, but I could have your head for this. Fourteen years, and this is the best news story I've ever gotten from you!"
Clark blinked, puzzled, and reached to open the door to the editor-in-chief's office, replying hesitantly, "What are you talking…?" As the door swung inward on its hinges, Clark panicked as he saw a younger version of himself casually leaning back against his boss's giant editing desk, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl across his face.
A/N: So that's chapter one! I hoped you enjoyed that little snippet. Chapter two will be up next Tuesday at the latest. If I get ahead by a couple chapters it may be up by Saturday. So review and let me know what you thought of it, what you might like to see, what you think is going to happen next time, how you like your eggs...anything really. Just let me know there's someone out there in this big universe reading my stuff.