A/N: I still don't own Young Justice. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy, and be sure to review at the bottom of the page!

Meet The Kents, Chapter 4- Solitude

Connor awoke, nervous anticipation coursing through his veins.

Today was the day. The day that he could prove what he was made of to his father.

Sure, Connor had minimal control over his abilities. He could grip things without breaking them (the Wests had made that their top priority when he'd first arrived), but that was it. Connor had no crime-fighting experience; his existence wasn't even public knowledge yet.

After a hearty Kansas-style breakfast (which was really the only thing that could fill someone with Clark's appetite), Clark and Connor left for the Zeta Tube.

"Are you ready, Connor?" the Man of Steel asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," came the pseudo-teenager's reply.

"Have fun, boys. See you on Monday, Smallville!" Lois said by way of parting, giving Clark a peck on his cheek.

Minutes later, they stood in the Fortress of Solitude.

Connor was speechless, his jaw hanging open. The Fortress was gunmetal gray in some areas, and regal tones of red and blue in others.

Clark led Connor through the Fortress, pointing out various rooms, before coming to what was obviously a lab. "I need to talk to someone about testing the extent of your abilities," Clark said. "I'll be just a moment."

"Okay," Connor said.

Clark then made his way into the lab. It was a fairly large room, with various pieces of equipment. Some of it, Connor noted, looked similar to what one would find in a typical gym on Earth.

"So," Clark said, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Shall we begin?"

Clark then rose into the air, eyes glowing red. Connor's own eyes widened before he saw two pillars of fire coming his way. Connor dodged left, then right, then left again as Clark fired blast after blast his way.

Clark had no intention of hurting Connor. That was why he'd let his eyes glow for a few seconds before firing. As cruel as it sounded, testing his clone like this, Clark knew that the villains of the world would not be anywhere near as forgiving.

Besides, Connor had as good of reflexes as him. That was what the test set out to prove.

Clark stopped firing heat blasts, but positioned his hands in front of him, waiting to see what Connor would do next. As he thought, Connor attacked head-on, fist cocked back. Clark blocked the first few punches, but then let Connor hit him square in the jaw.

It hurt. Hurt enough to push Clark himself back a couple inches.

Odd, he thought to himself. It felt like getting punched by J'onn. Is Connor telekinetic?

One way to find out. On Connor's next swing, Clark caught the fist coming straight at his face, and asked, "Alright, Connor, stop."

Connor, panting from exertion, wrenched his fist out of Clark's grasp. "What was that for?"

"I wanted to test your reflexes and your fighting ability. I think you might be telekinetic."

"Teleki-whatnow?"

"You can move things without touching them. On that note, I need to call a friend of mine. Can you give me a minute?"

"Sure. Mind if I look around?"

"No, I don't mind. Just be careful what you touch. I have no idea what half the things in the Fortress of Solitude do."

As Connor left, Clark pulled out his cell phone, and called J'onn J'onzz. "J'onn, are you busy at the moment?"

"Hold on a moment," J'onn answered. "I apologize; I was working on a case. I am here now. Has something happened with Connor?"

"Yes," Clark said, remembering that J'onn was a detective. "How did you know?"

"I was told that you were taking him to the Fortress today."

"Okay. Connor and I ran through an initial assessment of his abilities. Among other things, I believe he might be telekinetic."

There was a pause for a minute, before J'onn answered. "Hmmmm…. That is surprising, Superman. I suppose it is to be expected; after all, even clones can be different from their templates."

Clark mulled that over. "So Connor's not a true clone of me?"

"He never was," J'onn replied. "The fact that he has human DNA as well as yours is a good indicator of his individuality."

"Good point. Do you have some free time tomorrow to see Connor in person?"

"Of course. Would it be too much trouble to bring M'gaan along? Connor may get bored, and having some company would certainly help."

"No trouble at all, J'onn. Thank you."

"You are most welcome, Superman."

Connor had found something.

He was, at the moment, in a corner of the empty Fortress. He'd discovered what appeared to be a closet of some kind. Within, were several different suits, all with the familiar S-symbol on the front.

There were several different styles, but one that caught his eye the most was a black suit with red detailing. After looking it over, Connor headed towards the nearest room to change.

Clark was definitely going to be surprised.

Clark had called Batman.

Batman had been surprised (his eyes had widened under the cowl, Clark observed), before stating that he too would arrive the next day. Aqualad and Robin would also be coming, to assess Connor's potential readiness for the Team.

Clark wasn't so sure about Connor joining the Team just yet. He needed some real-world experience. Bruce knew this too.

"Hey, Dad?" a voice asked.

Clark wasn't sure what was more surprising; that Connor had snuck up on him, or that the teen had called him Dad.

It certainly wasn't the suit, which fit Connor perfectly.

"Nice suit," Clark remarked. Where did you find it?"

"A closet somewhere. It fits really well."

"Glad it fits. Hey, just to let you know, I have a few colleagues coming tomorrow. They want to see your telekinesis in action."

"Oh," Connor said. "Do I get to wear the suit?"

"You can if you want, Connor. It's made of Kryptonian materials. Almost indestructible."

"Cool! Thanks, Dad!"

"You're welcome…. Son," Clark grinned, his eyes starting to well up.