Again, I don't own YJ. And if you're reading this, thanks for sticking with it.
Ch. 4
-Around the time Superboy left Clark's apartment-
It had been a few minutes since Superboy had left.
"I can't believe what you just did," said Clark, "I thought you came by so we could finish the interview!"
"I did come by to finish the interview, but I got hungry, and it's not my fault that you invited him in."
"Yeah but you invited him to stay for dinner!" Clark said loudly, his facial expression turning from one of exasperation to one of distress. Bruce sighed and said, "Clark, just talk to him, at least try,"
"I know Bruce, I just... don't know how to" Clark said.
"Then try to find something you can both talk about or grab something to eat with him,"
"I'll think of something..."
-Saturday 12:00 PM-
Superboy stepped into the somewhat chaotic newspaper building known as the Daily Planet. With the bag containing te borrowed clothes in and, Superboy approached the receptionish and asked, just like how he and Kaldur had practiced, "Excuse me, where can I find Mr. Kent?" The receptionish looked up from her game of solitaire, the game for the lonely, on the computer and said, "fifth floor, you can use the elevator, just stay out of the way." Superboy's eyes narrowed in irritation but said, "Thankyou," anyway and proceeded to walk to the nearest elevator. Just as he reached the elevator, te elevator doors opened to reveal Clark and a woman. The woman, seeing Clark's shocked expression and the resemblance between the two men, asked the first question that came to mind: "Clark, who's this? He looks an awful lot like you. You never told me you had a son."
"Umm, this is...Conner," Clark said, completely avoiding the other questions.
"Awww! He came to see you at work! That's so cute!" she gushed. Then some reason set in, 'oh wait, maybe he's one of the kids who signed up for career day and I'm just delusional,' she thought, calming down. "See you later Smallville! I'm going to go pick up my career kid," she announced and left.
"Who was that?" asked Superboy watching the strange woman leave.
"That was my friend Lois Lane," answered Clark, "Let's go to my office before anyone starts asking any question, and if anyone asks, your my son and you're here for career day."
"Alright," Superboy agreed. 'that was the plan anyway.'
-Later on the 5th floor-
It was quiet, as it usually was between them, the awkward kind of quiet.
"I brought your clothes back," Superboy broke the silence.
"Oh, thank you." Clark said before returning to work. There was another awkward silence, and Superboy was getting uncomfortable with it. He had gotten used to the noise and commotion that came with being on the Young Justice team, so he asked a question, "What are you typing?"
"This is about that sewage monster that appeared yesterday that Superman and Superboy stopped."
"Then isn't this a little suspicious?" Superboy asked in a low voice.
"Not at all actually, I'm usually assigned Superman stories since I always "happen" to be there anyway."
"I still don't see how that's not suspicious," Superboy insisted.
"I have a system," he answered.
"Oh," Superboy said.
It was quiet between them again but this time it wasn't an awkward one. 'Good,' Clark thought noticing the situation, 'quick, think of something to say before it is an uncomfortable one!'
"KENT!" screamed someone, "I don't care what you do but that kid is here for career day and you're his mentor! So get to mentoring!"
'Wow. I never thought I'd be glad to have him scream at me.' Clark thought. "Alright Conner, let's find some work for you to do," Clark announced. Then a tired looking person came by and shoved a tape recorder into Clark's hands. "Great, here's a recording of that business meeting in Mexico from a few days ago, I've got some notes but I can't understand them, thanks!" and the guy left.
"...Sure I'd love to do your job for you, again," Clark bit out sarcastically.
"I could listen to the tape," Superboy said.
"You would?"
"I don't mind translating, the g-gnomes taught me Spanish because they felt I would need it."
"How good are you?" Clark asked slightly skeptical.
"Me llamo Superboy. Los g-gnomes me enseñaron español," Superboy said, annoyed that Clark doubted him, "Tengo dieciseis semanas. Mi padre es usted, pero a Robin diría nosotros somos hermanos."
"I'll believe you," Clark said having a general understanding of what Superboy had said. It was simple Spanish but he was willing to believe in Superboy's ability to understand the tape.
-5:00 PM-
The work day had come to an end and everyone was getting ready to go home.
"Um, thank you Superboy," Clark muttered so only Superboy coud hear. "Do you want to join me for some dessert? It's my treat."
"Dessert before dinner?" Superboy asked, as if the idea was unheard of.
"Yea, I know this place that makes some amazing apple pie."
"Sounds good."
"Let's go."
(end)
So that was my first YJ story. I made this a few months ago and decided to just upload the whole thing. Thanks for reading.
And as for the Spanish part, I think it was acceptable- grammar wise- but I'm not sure if the "a" before Robin should've been there.
~Orange