The Result
Part two of Second Opinion. Let's see what your handy work did partner.
Superboy/Conner was alone in Mount Justice, playing basketball; it was spring break. Robin had returned to Gotham with Batman, Miss Martian and her uncle went where ever they go in their free time, Artemis disappeared, Flash and Kid Flash had gone home-in a race-and Kaldur had returned to Atlantis with Aquaman. Conner had no-where so he was simply left behind, like he was nobody.
Conner frowned and shot the basketball with aggression; why couldn't he have a life like they did? Why couldn't he have a family to go home to? Someone to call mom and dad? Why did he have to be alone?
"Conner."
Conner jerked but then composed himself and turned. As expected, behind him was Superman, or really Clark Kent, glasses and all. Conner ignored him and picked up his basketball, dribbling then shooting.
Clark Kent sighed, he anticipated this; carefully he walked forward. "I'm not going to pretend what I've been doing to you is fair or just," he started.
Conner paused and Clark knew he had his attention. "But I want the chance to explain myself," he finished.
Conner growled, squeezing the basketball before he threw it down; he left a mark. Conner rounded on Clark.
"Why should I?! You've done nothing but ignored me! You're not my father!" he shouted; Clark flinched at the obvious pain in Conner voice.
Clark looked away with a sigh. "I know," he said shamefully, "and I shouldn't have, I'm supposed to set the example; I'm the good guy and I'm sure I've made you think otherwise by now…"
Conner frowned, looking only at the ground; hiss first clenched. "Why?" he asked shortly, voice quiet.
Clark looked away as well. "I was happy when I first met you," Conner looked at him in shock, "I always wanted to have a son of my own but then I realized I wanted to protect you even more."
Clark looked Conner in the eye. "There are dangerous people in the world; being the leader of the Justice League makes me a prime target and that means you in turn, if they knew I was your father," he sighed.
"I wanted to protect you so I rejected you; I always knew it wasn't right but I had to do it or you'd never be safe," Clark was quiet a moment, and then said without humor. "I'm the role model yet everyone else does better than me."
There was silence between them before Conner spoke. "If you're so bent on protecting me then why are you telling me this?" he asked quietly.
Clark chuckled, remembering You. "Let's say I value the opinion of my friends," he replied.
Conner looked at Clark. "What are we going to do now?" he asked.
Clark smirked; here came the plan. "Superman and Superboy are nothing; just simply two people with the same cause, however, Clark Kent always wanted to adopt."
Conner looked at Clark in shock. "Wh-What?" he asked shakily.
Clark smiled. "It isn't much, but my home is your home Conner; if you're willing to be a Kent that is," he said.
Conner had no control as he surged forward; Clark grunted as Conner tightly hugged his midsection. Clark smiled and hugged back just as tightly; when they released each other, they shared a laugh as Clark ruffled Conner's hair. This would be the beginning of a great relationship, and one day, when the better tomorrow (Supes quote!) comes, maybe Superman and Superboy could be just as strong together.
In the shadows of the base, watching them play basketball, was Batman and You. You and your second greatest friend shared a smirk and bumped first; team work at its perks. Be happy, You get to tell everyone that it was your idea.
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How was it?
