My two minds had been going back and forth for about three weeks. All I had to show for this was the fact that I knew things about myself.

I am a clone of Super Boy.

The newspapers had given me the name Super Kid.

Dr. Carter, my self proclaimed Father, gave me the name SB2.

I hated Dr. Carter.

I'd rather Super Boy be my father than him.

The only thing I had close to a friend was the girl I had ran into a total of one time, Valiant.

I liked rock, heavy metal, punk, and screamo music.

I was created with my fate already decided: to be a weapon to use against my father, Super Boy, and the rest of the Justice League and Teen Titans.

I did not like my fate.

I could not change my fate.

That was all I could come to know about who I truly was. That and one more fact. I loved looking at the moon. Since more crime happened at night, I often made rounds at night, and whenever I had a spare few minutes, I would sit on top of the tallest sky scraper I could find, and just stare at the moon. It cleared my mind, and made me forget about the stress that pretty much made up my whole life.

That's what I was doing right now. The moon's silver glow was practically tattooed to the insides of my eyelids, I had been staring at it for so long. I was so entranced by it, I didn't notice it when someone flew up next to me until they were sitting next to me on the building.

Super Boy was sitting next to me, staring up at the moon as well. "Nice night." He commented.

I looked down, not daring to meet his gaze. He noticed my uneasiness, "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

I swallowed, and said, "I- I know."

His eyes widened, "You speak?"

My shoulders slumped, and I continued to stare at my shoes instead of the moon. I realized this was the first time I had spoken to him. To anyone outside of Cadmus other than Valiant and that police man and that fire fighter. Of course he would think I couldn't speak.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

"I respect your privacy, but I really need to know what your name is, if you don't start telling us who you are, some of us-... some of us are going to start seeing you as a threat."

I stiffened, and he continued, "You haven't done anything to make us not trust you, but you haven't really done anything amazing to make us trust you either."

I still didn't respond. He sighed, "Look, I... I don't wanna have to make you do something against your will. The others, they're starting to get edgy about you, and they're starting to think about..."

"Capturing me?" I asked.

He nodded, "Capturing you, and interrogating you."

I looked down at my feet more intently. He got frustrated, "Look, I'm trying to offer you a way out, give me something to tell them, and they'll back off for awhile, anything at all!"

I looked up straight into his eyes, and for a second, he looked taken back, but shook it off. "Anything?"

He nodded, "Anything at all."

I looked away again, "... I feel good when I help people." I said finally. "It makes me feel like... like I'm the good guy."

He looked at me for a long time, and sighed, "I'm sorry kid."

"For what?" I asked, not understanding.

"For this." He said, and next thing I know, something that smelled sickeningly sweet was sprayed into my face, and my vision started getting fuzzy.

Stuff started looking funny, spinning slightly, not staying straight. I fell back, my head hitting the top of the roof. I groaned, and closed my eyes, and then opened them to see Super Boy looking at me. He looked sad, like he was ashamed of what he had just done.

I stared at him, not accusingly, but not forgivingly either, I looked at him as if asking, 'why?'.

He sighed, "You didn't leave me a choice." He whispered as he grabbed me gently, and lifted me off the rooftop, and started flying with me. I let out a small moan, trying to fight off the darkness closing in around my eyes.

I started mumbling things, trying to keep from passing out. I started by reciting the periodic table of elements. Then I said the Declaration of Independence, and then Ancient Chinese history. Before I could start on the list of presidents, the blackness finally won, and the last thing I heard him say was "Just trust me kid."

Listen to him, he might not know he's your father, but I'd bet my life, well our life, that we can trust him. Said that little voice. And for the first time in my very short life, the part Cadmus controlled didn't respond. Maybe it was because of the fact I was pretty much sleep walking, maybe it was because the part of my brain I had under control just wouldn't be defied this time. Didn't matter, I did as he told me, and let the darkness close in.

When I woke up, I saw I was sitting at a metal table, in a room that was completely white. There was a mirror on one wall, a one way mirror. I had no doubt that they were watching me from behind there. I turned forward; there was a door on one wall, the only way out besides the mirror. Before I could do anything, the door opened, and in walked Red Robin.

He sat down across from me, his cowl covering any emotion. He did nothing but stare me down for a few moments. "What's your name?" He asked.

I didn't answer, just stared at the table.

"Your name." He said, glaring, "What is it?"

I didn't answer. He continued to ask questions, until he got so fed up with my lack of response, he grabbed my shirt collar, and threw me into the wall. As soon as I hit it, it dented.

I pulled away from the wall, and glared at him, and calmly walked back to my seat, and sat down. That's when I noticed the small band aid on my wrist I narrowed my eyes, I didn't get hurt, why was there a bandage on me?

I looked up at him, accusation in my eyes, "Explain this." I ordered, pointing to the bandage.

He glared at me, "I'll answer when you do."

"... My name is SB2." I said finally.

"That's not a name." He said, narrowing his eyes.

"Best I got." I said with no emotion in my voice.

"We took blood from you while you were unconscious to run a DNA test." He said.

I narrowed my eyes, "Needles can't get through my skin."

"We used a kryptonite needle from STAR labs." He said.

I frowned, and he looked to the mirror, and nodded. It was a signal, because a few seconds later, Super Boy came through the door.

He sat down across form me, and Red Robin left the room. "So, you're kryptonian." He said, "That mean's we're related, right?"

I stayed silent, pushing my hands into my pant pockets. My fingers brushed against something small, the pill Dr. Carter had given to me. I should take it; end my life before they get that DNA test back. I took a deep breath and my grip tightened slightly. I had to be careful when I touched things; I didn't want to accidently break them with my super strength.

Super Boy noticed my fidgeting, "Nervous?" He asked.

I shrugged, and Red Robin walked back in the room.

"Super Boy... you're gonna want to see this." He said, holding a file I'm sure was the DNA test.

They both left the room, and I knew he was going to tell Super Boy the truth. The truth I had wanted to tell him for so long, but never had.

What are you waiting for? He's going to find out soon, maybe already has by now. Take the pill before he can learn anything else.

NO! This is what you've been waiting for, to have him know, to be able to look into his eyes and know that he knows.

You are a weapon, what you want does not matter. Take the pill, and die, taking the rest of your secrets to the grave.

Don't take the pill! I am getting tired of sharing this mind with that THING Cadmus put in here. Stop listening to us, and decide what you want to be, a weapon, or a person. No, scratch that, do you want to be a weapon for Cadmus, or do you want to be Super Kid?

I groaned, placing my elbows on the table, and putting my head in my hands. Two forces having an epic battle of will in my head was exhausting, not to mention a little painful.

SUPERBOY'S POINT OF VEIW:

Tim led me to the other side of the mirror, and I watched as she sat there emotionlessly. "OK Tim, what's up?"

Tim sighed, putting a hand on my shoulder, "There's not really any easy way to say this Conner, but she's your clone."

My eyes widened as I looked at the girl more intently. She had the normal black hair and icy blue eyes of the Kent family. I can't believe that I had a clone. She sat there, not looking at anything at all, just staring. I was Super Man's clone, so I was technically his son. This girl was my clone, so she was technically... my daughter. Oh my God. I was a... Dad.

Bart put his hand on my other shoulder, "Conner, I know it's a little late for this, but congratulations, it's a girl!"

Martian Manhunter suddenly spoke up, "She's being mind controlled."

My head shot from her to him, an odd feeling of protectiveness washing over me, towards the girl. "What? By who? How long has it been controlling her? How did they-"

"Supey!" Bart said, "Calm down, he can't answer you if you don't give him time to talk." (LOL, Bart is the one who's always talking to fast to be understood!)

Martian Manhunter nodded, "By Cadmus, as far as I can tell, she's been mind controlled since birth. They are the one's who cloned you, and as soon as she was created, I'm guessing that's when they took over her mind."

"So Cadmus has been messing in the Super family again, huh?" I asked, venom coating every word I said.

Tim nodded, looking back at the girl, "My guess is that she's your replacement."

I frowned, what had they put this girl... my daughter through? I ground my teeth, oh, Cadmus was going to pay, I would hunt thm down, and destroy every building, every safe house, every computer that belonged to them, and I wouldn't stop until she was safe.

"As of right now, she's being told to take the pill in her pocket that will kill her." Martian Manhunter said.

"Kill her?" I asked, bewildered. "She's not really gonna-" I turned back, to see her hand come out of her pocket, and put something in her mouth. Without thinking, I lept through the glass, and tackled her, shoving one finger into her mouth, and swabbing it quickly, my finger brushed the pill, and I snatched it, and pulled it out. She looked up at me as I panted slightly, relieved that I had gotten it just in time. Red Robin stepped through the shattered glass, and walked over, taking the pill, and examining it.

"Potassium cyanide" He said, looking at her, "Looks like Cadmus is trying to make sure their secrets go to the grave, huh?"

SUPER KID'S POINT OF VEIW:

The voice got louder and louder, until my hand was moving without my consent from pocket to my mouth. I stopped fighting it, and let myself put the pill in my mouth. Without warning, Super Boy crashed through the mirror, and body tackled me. His hand shot into my mouth, and swabbed it, and then yanked out the pill. He panted slightly, and I saw relief on his face.

Red Robin entered the room, and took the pill, looking at it intently. "Potassium cyanide" He said, looking at me, glaring, "Looks like Cadmus is trying to make sure their secrets to the grave, huh?"

I glared back at him, and struggled to get out from under Super Boy. He held me steady, and he looked pretty angry, "ARE YOU INSANE?" He yelled, "DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF?"

I didn't answer, my words stuck in my throat. His eyes pierced through me, I felt as though they were actually looking into my soul. "If you really want to keep being controlled by Cadmus, then," He grabbed the pill from Tim, and shoved it in front of my face, "Take the pill, if you really are the weapon they made."

I gulped slightly, closing my eyes and hesitantly took the pill, Don't do it! Your father is right in front of you, this is not the life you wanted! Throw the pill away and never go back to Cadmus!

NO, take the pill like you were ordered to do, die, and take Cadmus' secrets to the grave. Be the perfect weapon, no risks attached.

I brought the pill to my lips, and crushed it in between my fingers. I opened my eyes, and saw Super Boy smile, and get off me. He held up his hand to help me up. I took a deep breath, and took it.

He helped me up, and I stood there holding his hand for a second. That second was all I needed to snap out of it. I threw him into Red Robin, and then jumped up, punching through the ceiling.

"No, wait, don't do it!" Super Boy shouted.

I ignored it, and flew out through the hole in the ceiling, flying faster than I ever had to Cadmus. I was going to be in so much trouble. I shuddered, wondering if they would break out the kryptonite.