My first story on here so be kind in reviews and all that. This is the first part based on Kizmet's Failing Safely story found here:

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Would be best to read that to know what's going on here. Anyway just a pure fluff story I wanted to write based from it. Hope you enjoy it.

Father's Day:

Batman:

It had been several weeks since Conner had gone to the future with Superman where he had received treatment that fixed his body and the flaws Cadmus had designed into him. This left him healthy and after working with Black Canary for several weeks he had been deemed fit for active duty again. The only problem for Conner, though, came from how he felt about the S-shield he had worn before.

Superman had said he would be glad to have him wear it again, but it felt wrong still somehow. While Superman had tried to help him he had also kept away from him when he needed someone to be there for him. On the other hand, Batman had been there for him every single time except when he couldn't go to the future with him. This left the young man torn and conflicted as he sat in the cave looking down at the cup of ramen he had fixed for himself.

"So anyway I figured since my dad and I haven't had the chance to do anything we both wanted to do in awhile I'd treat him to a movie and then we could both grab some burgers. Nothing too big and special, I know, but better than nothing, right?"

Conner looked up as he saw Wally and Dick walk into the kitchen. He hadn't heard the whole conversation but he felt curious about what he had heard, "What are you two talking about?"

"Wally here was telling me what he was going to do with his dad this Father's Day. Since he doesn't have much money he thought that going to that new slasher flick and getting some burgers would be a nice way to spend the day though I think fixing his mower and doing the lawn would also be nice." Dick smirked as the red headed speedster rolled his eyes.

"Dude, I'm already doing that too, but this gives us some things to do together, just us, like you're supposed to do. Besides what's your big plan with you and daddy-bats?"

"Ehh, I managed to get some tickets to the basketball game that weekend. That and on Sunday I'm going to give him the night off and go patrolling without him. Shouldn't be that bad, all the big villains are locked up in Arkham and they finally managed to beef up security there."

"What's Father's Day?" Conner looked between the two of them confused.

"Huh? It's a day celebrating fathers, or father figures in Rob's case here," Wally shouldered him playfully, "And showing them that you care about them and thank them for being there."

"So… You're doing something for Br-I mean Batman?"

"Yeah I try and do a little something were we can bond every year," he smiled and then stared at him behind his sunglasses, "You don't have to do anything, though, for him. I mean I know you're living with us and all but it's not a big deal. It's not like he needs anything, and besides if you want to come with us I have an extra ticket and I can say it's from the both of us."

Conner thought for a moment and shook his head, "The idea is to do something to show you appreciate them, right?"

"Yeah that's the gist of it, why?" Robin tilted his head confused for a moment as Conner got up and nodded.

"You'll see." He dumped the rest of his ramen into the trash and walked off, leaving the two boys alone to ponder what Conner had thought up.

The following Sunday, Bruce walked into the kitchen where Dick and Conner both sat together as Alfred set down plates of waffles, eggs, bacon, some fresh fruits, some orange juice for the boys, and a strong cup of black coffee for him. He smiled at the sight of his son Richard sitting there waiting for him along with the newest member of their family. It had been hard adjusting to a teenager with such special needs as Conner, but now that he was better, Bruce was happy to see him able to go to school and have a normal life. As normal a life as a clone of an alien from an extinct race could have at least.

"Good morning, sir," Alfred smiled and handed him a plate before he went off for his other duties. Bruce had given Alfred the day off like he did every year, but the old butler still made breakfast for him before he went off to enjoy the rest of his day.

"Happy Father's Day." Dick smiled and handed over the morning paper and an envelope.

"Thank you, Dick," Bruce pat him on the shoulder and looked at the envelope before he opened it. Inside were three tickets to the basketball game at Gotham Stadium and he smiled at the gesture of father and son bonding time between the three of them.

"I take it this is from the both of you?" He looked between his two boys for confirmation but Conner shook his head before Dick could answer.

"No, that's from Ro-I mean Dick. I decided to do something else for this day to show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me." He smiled and rubbed at his left arm which only a few months ago had been covered in scar tissue but had now long since healed.

"Oh? You know you didn't have to do anything, Conner. Just knowing you're healthy again is all I really need. I'm just thankful that Clark was able to get you some help and that you decided to stay with us."

"I know I didn't have to, but you sat by me through the surgeries and helped me a lot. I'm glad 'Mr. Kent' was able to help me and all but… well he's a nice guy and all but I think of you more as a father than him now." The boy looked away as a slight blush came to his cheek and Bruce smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"That means a lot to me, Conner, and I'm just glad I was able to help you through all that."

"Hey, I'm glad too. I got a brother out of all of this," they all had a laugh at Robin's joke before the boy tilted his head curiously, "But really, Conner, just what DID you do for Father's Day? You said it was a surprise and it's taken a LOT of self control not to go snooping around to see what you had planned."

"You'll see tonight," Conner grinned, "Now pass the bacon and syrup, please."

That night after the game, the boys talked animatedly about how close their team had come to loosing, only managing to pull off a win in overtime. Bruce had had fun with his boys and was glad to have a relatively normal night free of the press and where nothing actually called for the Batman's attention. All in all it had been a relatively nice Father's Day and even though he'd have to patrol for a few hours he didn't mind it having grown used to it years ago.

As they got back to the mansion, Bruce walked towards the study that served as the entrance to the cave. When he got in there, though, he was tugged back and made to sit in a chair with Dick standing in front of him, and Conner right behind him.

"What's going on, you two?" Bruce looked between them both for a moment.

"I'm giving you the night off. All the big bads are locked up in Arkham so it'll be a quiet night. You deserve a night off and I'm more than capable of handling a few purse snatchers and would-be robbers."

Bruce gave a disproving look, "Dick, you know I don't like you patrolling alone. Experience or not most of those crooks out there are twice your size and would love to get their hands on you if only to get at me."

"That's why I'll be going with him," Bruce and Dick looked over at Conner, "Canary says she's happy with my progress the last few weeks and thinks I'm ready for light active duty again. Something small like this will be just the thing to get back into the game."

"I don't know, Conner, I mean its one thing for Batman to have Robin around in Gotham, but to have Superboy…?"

Conner fidgeted nervously as he reached into a drawer behind him, "That's actually my gift to you, can you turn around?" He looked at Dick, "Both of you? I have something I want to show you."

Both did as they had been asked and turned to look out the window. A minute later Conner coughed and told them to turn around. What they saw stunned them both.

Conner had updated his uniform from the time he was still on patrol before his body started to break down. Instead of the simple black shirt with the Superman logo on the front, blue jeans, and boots the young man had gone about and modified everything into a completely different look.

The first thing they noticed was that he was now wearing a black cowl, similar to the one Batman wore covering most of his head and leaving only the lower half of his face exposed. The next thing they noticed was the black biker jacket that he was wearing open to expose the black shirt he wore where the real surprise lay.

Instead of the typical s-shield that he had originally worn, Conner had modified the style to fit his new persona. It still had the S in the middle of it, but the shield part of it had been stretched and molded into the shape of a bat. The color was still red and stood out against the black but just seeing it made it stand out like it was made from flashing neon.

Bruce got up and looked the boy over from the smaller but still pointy ears on the cowl down to his tight black jeans with a blue belt with a dark red buckle that had the same S shield bat and his black boots. All in all he could very well pass for another member of the bat family if not for the odd S. The Dark Knight continued to look him over for several more moments before he looked up at the boy with a slight bit of confusion to his face.

"I don't understand, Conner, I mean it's great and all, but I thought you were going to go back to being Superboy when you were allowed to start back on active duty again."

Conner fidgeted and rubbed at his forearm for a moment before he took a deep breath to figure out what he wanted to say.

"Father's Day is the day to show you care about your father and to thank them for being there for you," Conner repeated what Wally had said the other day.

"You were there for me through all those operations holding my hand and telling me it was going to be ok. When you told me I was going to have to have another surgery and got so…Angry," the boy clenched his fists for a moment to calm the rage he felt from that memory, "You came to calm me down and convinced me to hold onto life."

Bruce smiled and shook his head at the sad memories, "But I wasn't the one who helped fix the damage, that was-"

"All he did was take me to someone who could fix it!" Conner spoke adamantly and glared at Bruce like he dared him to argue against it, "It was that green guy that operated the machine that fixed everything, and while I'm thankful that he was able to get me help he wasn't the one who was there for me when I needed him. You helped me relearn things, you helped with those cognitive exercises when you should have been working, and you're the one who treated me like a son when he couldn't figure out what to make of me."

The small speech brought a smile to the older man's face and he nodded, "You're right, I'm sorry."

"It's ok… but is this ok?" He asked motioning towards the outfit he wore, "I mean if you don't want me to I won't. I just… I just think of you as my father now and Dick said we were brothers and if that's the case… Shouldn't Batman be my mentor too?"

Dick smiled at his brother's logic. The boy had gone through hell to get to where he was and now after growing up some he was finally deciding on who he wanted to be. He had wanted to be like Superman because he had been programmed to think that way when he was in a pod at Cadmus, but now here he stood choosing to be someone by himself.

"If you want me to train you like I've trained Robin, I will. It won't be easy and there may be times you hate me but I will."

Conner smiled at the acceptance and nodded quickly, "I won't let you down. I promise I'll make you proud for letting me wear your mark."

The Dark Knight shook his head with a smile on his lips before putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "I'm already more than proud that you'd do something like this for me, thank you…Batboy?"

Robin couldn't help the laugh that spilled from his mouth at that and Conner playfully shoved the smaller boy in annoyance.

"Actually… I was thinking of going by Super Bat," another loud laugh came from Robin and Bruce couldn't help but nod his head with a chuckle.

"Alright, well if you're going on patrol you two best go on, the streets are waiting."

Robin and the newly coined 'Super Bat' grinned before they rushed down to the cave to head out on patrol, leaving Bruce behind to sit and relax for the evening. He was nervous of course about letting them go out alone but he knew Dick was more than capable to take care of himself and Conner was pretty much indestructible against the regular thugs that hung around the streets of Gotham.

"Enjoying your night off, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked as he walked into the study with a smile.

"I am… Did you help Conner with that outfit of his?"

"While the boy is more than capable of doing most things on his own he does not have the knowledge or skill to assemble a costume for himself for his new persona."

Bruce shook his head ruefully before he let out a sigh. Only a few months ago had he legally adopted Conner, and now he was out there patrolling with Robin. After all he had seen the boy go through he never thought that he would be able to assume the work he had literally been born to do. From the cellular break down, to the lesions on his brain that lead to him needing a crutch he had prayed that he would just one day be alright again. Never did it cross his mind that the damage he sustained would be fixed, that the boy would mix his insignia with his old one, and never did it cross his mind that he would now have two sons instead of one.