AN: Hello again! Thanks so much for the reviews, alerts and favorites. I love writing this story. For those of you wondering when I'll update When You Look At Me, I will have something out to you by next week. Young Justice is about to go in hiatus again...we all knew it was coming. This chapter takes place a few months after the last chapter. I left a little reference from the comics here, a shout out to whoever figures out what it is. Anywhoo, happy reading! :)
Three months had passed and life was somewhat normal. I would go to the cave, be debriefed about more missions with the Team, and come back to Metropolis. Saving the city and homework were thrown in there, too. Clark seemed to be pleased with the progress I've made with the Team, with controlling my abilities and school.
Clark wasn't overly fond of my new school. Months ago when Superman had to come back home from saving downtown Metropolis from two robots, he was in a very sour mood. He mumbled curses under his breath about "he wants him to go to a private school" and "I won't have my son slumming it with locals". It all served to make for an extra tense Superman.
For the past three months I've attended Loren Jupiter High School. It's a private school that devotes itself on shaping young people into elitists. In other words, it drove Clark crazy. Batman had suggested that it was the best private school in Metropolis. The tuition alone made a vein throb on Clark's forehead, but I think it's just that Batman is paying for it that makes Clark upset.
My decision to go Jupiter High School came as a shock to M' gann. She wanted me to still attend Happy Harbor, but she understood that traveling through the Zeta beams all the time would grow tiring. Or at least that's the excuse I gave her. The truth is I like Metropolis more than Happy Harbor. I finally have recognition from Superman and he lets me apprehend villains by myself sometimes. I feel like I never got that when I lived at the cave.
The sight that I met coming home this afternoon was puzzling. I opened the apartment door after greeting our nice land lady Ms. Cox, to see Clark scolding Lex Luthor in our living room. They were too busy arguing with each other to notice me coming in and closing the door. I noticed their arguing seemed a bit off. The G-gnomes had shown me different examples of verbal communication. And using those examples, I could sense friction between my fathers. But not really…more like tension of the naughty variety.
"You're being neglectful! Is that what your goal was? Create him and leave him to his own devices?" Clark yelled.
"I do not have to explain myself to you, alien. I do as I please! And I'm not the one who neglected him for months; I recognized his existence before you did!" Luthor shouted.
I just love how they're talking about me as if I'm not in the room.
"Ahem!" I said, coughing.
They both turned their attention to me for a split second, then turned back to each other to argue some more. Wow, they fight like an old married couple. Wait…no it can't be. But it kind of makes sense. Superman could chuck Luthor in jail anytime he wanted. I'm sure that he could have collected enough evidence to throw him in jail by now. And Luthor…is it me or does he intentionally make faulty machines that he knows Superman can defeat without causing them major harm.
It almost seemed as if they were protecting each other. Cat and mouse, the G-gnomes showed me examples of little children at a young age. When a little boy felt they liked a girl, instead of being nice the boy would demonstrate a mean action like pulling her hair. Do my fathers like each other like that? I have nothing against it but…wouldn't they try to kill each other within minutes of confessing? Although, I've heard that people do really stupid things when they're in love. Maybe that's why Luthor creates those robots and Superman can't throw him in jail.
As I watched them banter a shocking thought came to me. Maybe I was created because Luthor wanted to have a carbon copy of the man he was in love with. Crap!