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Superdaddy

Chapter Nine


Once home in their apartment Clark ushered his son towards the bathroom. "Do you have enough energy to bathe yourself?"

"Yes dad, I already told you I didn't overuse my powers!" Conner's legs then buckled causing his dad to reach out to steady him.

"You're obviously still weak." He sat the boy on the toilet then bent toward the tub, flipped up the tub stop then turned the knobs for the faucet and tested the temperature until it was nice and warm.

"I don't want to take a bath! I want to take a shower!"

"You're taking a bath, I'm not going to risk you slipping and falling," He said as he straightened his back. "Want me to add bubbles?"

Conner's interest perked up at the sound of bubbles and he nodded enthusiastically. He watched his dad retrieve a bottle of Mr. Bubble and pour in about two ounces of the liquid into to the running water and his eyes grew wide in awe as bubbles started to grow in the bathtub.

As the tub filled Clark crouched in front of his son, untied his boots and slipped them off followed by his socks. Standing up straight he grasped the hem of Conner's shirt.

Conner folded his arms and huffed. "I can take off my clothes myself."

"OK, go ahead." He crossed his arms and leaned backwards against the wall.

Conner's eyes trailed up to his dad. "I don't need any more help."

"Just get undressed so I can help you into the tub, I'll leave you alone to bathe after that but I want you to call me when you're done to help you out."

Conner exhaled softly, with shaky hands he shucked off his shirt and pulled off his pants and underwear. He shivered visibly as his dad ripped off the bandage he had on his arm and gasped when he was placed into the warm bubble filled tub.

"I am going to fix you something to eat, remember to call me when you're done."

Conner blinked and nodded as he leaned back against the tub feeling the warmth of the water against his body, it felt great and he loved all the bubbles that surrounded him. It was nice to finally be able to relax and try not to think of anything…Everything he had recently gone through took a toll on him both physically and emotionally. But it was his emotions that got affected the worst and was pretty shaken up…Once he was done bathing, he hollered. "Dad!"

Clark appeared a second later with a pair of soft dark blue cotton pajamas and set them on the toilet seat. He helped the boy out of the tub and wrapped him up in a large fluffy yellow towel then helped him dress.

Conner followed his dad to the kitchen and sat on a bar stool. He was happy his dad made his favorite dish: macaroni and cheese.

"Here you go, careful it's hot." Clark placed a bowl before the boy.

Conner nodded and dug his fork into his food enjoying every creamy, cheesy bite…

Clark watched his son eat with delight, he was so thankful he was safe at home with him and he planned to keep it that way. When Conner finished his meal he picked up the empty bowl and set it in the dishwasher.

He met his son's gaze and softly ordered. "Let's go brush your teeth I want you in bed soon."

Conner blinked heavily and slightly whined. "I'm not tired."

With an unrelenting stare Clark firmly reminded. "The doctor said you need to rest and that's exactly what you're going to do." He led the boy to the bathroom and waited patiently until the he concluded brushing his teeth before leading him to bed.

Conner still felt pretty shaken up as he climbed into bed. The image of Lex still tainted his mind and the words the man spewed out at him profoundly affected him. You're just a clone created to kill Superman!

"Dad, do you know why I was created?" He asked softly tucking him in.

Clark was taken aback by the question lord knows what Luthor put in his child's head. He knew without a doubt the boy was not going to become what Luthor wanted simply because the boy escaped the pod too early so the G-Gnomes never got the chance to corrupt him with Luthor's plans…Conner was as innocent as a newborn when he first came to live with him and he was so thankful for that.

Clark sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his son, "Whatever Lex told you don't believe it for a second you're my son and I love you." He spoke softly, gently running his fingers through his son's hair.

Conner's bottom lip jutted out quivering, tears leaked from his eyes and his body started to shake from emotion. The whole ordeal was too much for him his mind was swimming with so many thoughts. He wanted to forget what Lex had told him but couldn't because deep down he knew the man spoke the truth… he was his creator.

Alarmed by sudden onset of tears Clark quickly pulled Conner up to sit on his lap then held him close as he rubbed his back trying his best to quell the tears that poured out of his child.

"I love you daddy I never want to hurt you." He babbled brokenly.

"Shhh… I know you'll never hurt me…Shhh…you're my good boy, I'm so proud of you-"

"You're proud of me?" He tearfully looked up.

"Of course I'm proud of you, you have a big heart and always want to help others and you're doing better than I expected with your powers." He smiled.

"Then why don't you let me help you?" He sniffled.

"Because you still haven't mastered your powers yet but you're getting close though."

The corners of Conner's mouth quirked upwards, he liked hearing how is dad was proud of him it made him feel elated inside. He leaned against his daddy feeling comfort from the man's body heat. He felt so tired… his eyes drooped as he subconsciously reached for a stuffed toy by his side and snatched it to his chest.

Clark smirked at the childishness in his son's actions. "Have you named it?" He softly asked.

Conner looked up, puzzled.

"Your toy, does it have a name?"

Realization dawned on him and he gave his dad an abashed smile and nodded. "Wolf"

Clark smiled. "I used to have a stuffed bear as a kid …mines was named Bo…come to think about it I think your grandma still has it stored away at the farm."

"When are we going back to visit grandma and grandpa, I miss them."

"We'll go tomorrow." He promised.

Conner nodded snuggling more into his father's arms and clutched 'Wolf' closer and drew his other arm up and stuck his thumb into his mouth and contentedly sucked it.

Clark watched as his son fell into sleep in his arms and grinned. Being a father was one of the best aspects of his life and the most challenging but he loved it. He carefully eased his son back into bed and tucked him in.

"Sweet dreams," he murmured, standing up. Leaning over, he brushed his lips over Conner's forehead.

Clark drew the blinds and turned off all the lights. He left the door cracked, leaving Conner deeply asleep as he made it to the couch in the living room.

Conner slept comfortably for the first thirty minutes, dreaming of finally being able to fly with Superman. It was fun… As the dream progressed, it got darker. The sun was no longer shining by the time they got to the apartment, and his dad was not by his side. He looked down and found his daddy in a pool of blood dead! And Lex was pointing at him, "Finally! You've fulfilled your purpose! You've killed Superman!" laughing evilly.

Clark had spent most of Conner's nap talking on the phone with Bruce. He informed him that he came across some information that Clark needed to see for himself…

Just as he hung up his phone, he heard a scream come from the bedrooms.

"DADDY!"

Clark was off the couch and halfway up the hall before Conner could yell again. When he finally got to the bedroom he found Conner thrashing wildly on the bed with tears dripping down his cheeks as he yelled desperately out for him.

"Daddy!"

"Conner," Clark said, dropping to his knees next to the bed. "Wake up. Baby wake up. It's a bad dream. I'm here. Wake up."

"DADDY!" Conner's legs were trapped in the sheets and he was growing more panicked as he found himself unable to move them.

Clark grabbed Conner's arms, wrapping him up in a hug. "Wake up kiddo. You're okay. I'm right here, "Shhh…It was just a nightmare."

Conner was startled awake and hugged his dad tight as he wept. He felt so relieved it was just a bad dream.

"Wanna tell me what it was about?"

Conner averted his eyes as a fresh wave of tears blurred his vision. He remembered every detail too vividly… The nightmare felt so real… it had truly terrified him to the core.

"Talk to me baby, it'll help if you talk about it."

"I don't want to talk about it! Please don't make me daddy." He sobbed.

"Shhh…I'm not going to make you, just remember I'm here to listen when you're ready."

Conner nodded, when his cries finally tapered out Clark pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on his temple. "Try and get some more sleep, OK?"

"No! I don't want to, I've slept enough!" He jolted up, his red rimmed watery blue eyes looked pleadingly at his dad.

Clark exhaled softly. "Let's go sit in the living room and watch some TV." He stood with his son up in his arms then felt wetness from the boy's pajama bottom.

Conner deeply flushed as he felt his dad pat his damp rump, "I didn't mean to." He was terribly embarrassed.

"It's okay, it was an accident." Clark set him down, swiftly went through the drawers to find clean underwear and pajamas then sailed forth taking the boy to the bathroom.

Conner felt incredibly humiliated as he stripped off his wet pants and underwear and miserably thought. Babies wet themselves not teenagers!

Clark turned on the shower head and nudged his son to step in. Conner stepped in the shower and started to clean himself then began to weep as flashes of his nightmare went through his mind. Clark grabbed a clean towel while he heard his son's muffled sobs. He shook his head sadly and asked. "Almost done?"

"Yes." The boy sobbed as he turned off the shower. He pulled open the curtain and found his dad waiting with a towel wide open for him.

Clark wrapped his crying shivering boy in a large towel and patted him dry then helped him into his clothes and picked him up. He felt terrible for his son he hated to see him so sad.

"Put me down." He squirmed as he continued to cry softly.

"Shhh…just relax." Clark proceeded to walk to the living room with his baby boy on his arms and settled down comfortably on the black leather sofa. Conner pushed himself off his dad's thighs to sit next to him on the sofa. Clark drew his arm around his son's shoulders and pulled him closer to his side. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I just want to watch TV." Conner sniffled.

"OK, just please don't keep things that hurt you bottled up or else you'll become like Batman." Clark smirked hoping to see a smile from the boy but only received a teary nod.

Father and son sat back and watched television together. In a commercial break Clark looked to his side and found Conner deeply asleep against his side with his thumb stuck in his mouth.

After turning off the television Clark gently picked up his son and decided to have him sleep with him that night. He'd rather have the boy near just in case he had another nightmare… He felt so bad for him. The boy had gone through so much in such a short time and was so young not knowing how to cope with it all… Whatever troubled the boy caused him to wet himself in fear!

Clark had thought he wasn't going to have to deal with anymore bedwetting issues since he successfully potty trained Conner within a week after he first came to live with him…Aside from talking, writing and walking Clark basically had to teach Conner mostly everything else. Even eating was a challenge because the boy was barely a week old after his creation and was still in the process of being force grown and educated telepathically by the G-Gnomes when he escaped from his pod with the bat boys so the doctors never got the chance to teach him all of his most basic needs...

***Flashback***

"Are you hungry?"

"I don't know… I've never been asked that before."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Yesterday in my pod…"

"Okay…so you must be hungry…uh, what kind of food do you like?"

"I don't know."

"What did they feed you?"

"I drank my meals from a bottle."

"That's all?"

"Yes…why? Is that bad?"

"No it's okay, it'll be a new experience for you…you'll probably like what I like…"

"Is this the kid the bat brats found?" Speedy asked.

Superman nodded and introduced the boy. "Superboy this is Speedy he is part of the Young Justice team.

Speedy gaped. "So it's true, he's your kid…"

Superboy looked around for the other kids that had helped him escape from Cadmus. "Where are Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin?"

"Oh, they are in hot water with 'daddybats'," Speedy smirked. "I don't think we'll see them for days, weeks even."

"Hot water? …I don't understand, are they okay?"

"They are fine Superboy they just got in trouble with their dad."

"They are not fine if they are in trouble." Superboy insisted.

"They're okay trust me, c'mon lets grab a bite to eat." Superman motioned the boy to follow. They walked into the kitchenette and Superboy sat on a stool while Superman prepared sandwiches.

"Dig in." Superman smiled as he placed a plate before the boy.

Superboy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "What? You want me to dig into this?" He pointed at the sandwiches.

"No…just eat it, OK?"

Superboy looked at a sandwich and started poking it not understanding how to eat it exactly.

"Go on, try it" Superman prompted then picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite and watched as Superboy stared at him then picked up his sandwich and mimicked his movements and took a full bite.

With the large bite full in his mouth the boy made the weirdest expressions.

Superman had to hold back a chuckle.

Superboy didn't take enough time to chew his food before he swallowed and started roughly coughing as small chunks of bread went down his throat.

Superman panicked and was by his side in an instant patting his back.

"Is he okay?" Black Canary asked walking into the kitchen.

"I don't know!"

Superboy's face was red from coughing.

Black Canary filled a cup with water and placed it in front of the boy, "Drink some water sweetie it'll help ease your coughing."

The boy looked confused at the cup while he continued to cough, so much that he ended up regurgitating on his white solar suit.

Superboy tearfully looked up at both adults in confusion.

"It's okay sweetie it could happen to the best of us…Clark why don't you show him to the bathroom and I'll ask Roy for a change of clothes for him."

Superman guided the boy to the restroom. "Go on inside, I'll bring in clean clothing once Dinah gives them to me."

Superboy nodded and went inside and was so confused with everything he saw around him.

Soon Superman entered with a change of clothing. "Here you go."

"What is this place?"

"I thought we told you... we're at Mount Justice." Superman smiled handing the clean clothing to the boy.

"What do you want me to do?" He scrunched up his forehead in confusion.

"Change your clothes."

"I don't know what to do." He hopelessly expressed.

"You don't know how to dress yourself?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No." The boy looked close to tears.

Superman's eyes widened in shock at the realization that the boy did not know how to dress himself!

Superboy looked so distraught. Superman grabbed the clothing from him and placed them on the sink. "Okay, I'll teach you then, uh… first let's get you out of this suit." As Superman helped Superboy strip out of his white solar suit his eyes widened in shock again when he saw that the boy was wearing a diaper!


To Be Continued...

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