Then….
Meanwhile, somewhere far away, a dark haired man was sitting in his mansion with his son. They stood in a dark room in something that at first seemed like a basement. "Are you going out tonight?" the son asked, "It's already 10:22 p.m., Dad." "No", the man replied in a rough yet somehow warm voice, "Tonight I'm going to Smallville. Something's calling me there. I have to find out. It might be important." For a while silence hovered in the misty abyss, but soon the dark haired man broke the silence. "Can you patrol tonight?" He asked. The boys face looked both shocked and excited. He was only 14 years old. "Yeah, that would be awesome!" the boy replied. Then he paused for a second. "What would I wear? I can't just go out in my day clothes." "I know the perfect thing," the dark haired man replied, a smile forming on his face.
The boy had thick, dark black hair and a firm but slender muscular body and he was just as strong as his father, had a black belt in karate and was an expert at martial arts. He had been trained by the expert of all experts…his father.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else, silence wavered in the air. Two young adults who had recently lost their father decided to go to Smallville. Something told them that they were just needed there. The two brothers got in their car and drove towards Smallville. It was already 10:30 p.m. at night.
Now…..
His father told him that he was going to Smallville. He wondered why. He wondered why his father trusted him to patrol the streets. He was only fourteen. Was his father going to finally let him….be a hero, like himself? Yeah, he knew that his father berated himself, and said that he wasn't a hero; that the newspapers labeled him as a vigilante, but yeah, whatever, he saved lives, but what was more important, he was his hero. It was too good to be true. But what was up with this Smallville thing? It was just a small town that he had never heard of.
"Why are you going to Smallville?" he had asked, but his father wasn't telling him anything. He guessed that that was a part of the job, being secretive.
"Listen, son, I want you to start a team…." His father said to him, "Not now, but in a year or two."
"Really?" he had asked.
"Yeah. It's not like I can be around forever," his father said.
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In Smallville……
Lana and Clark were in the Daily Planet, kissing. They had finally seen each other; everything was perfect. Suddenly, their bliss was interrupted. Chloe walked in. Her eyes were red; she was obviously being controlled by a demon. She was holding a green meteor rock.
Luckily, Sam and Dean were in Smallville too….