Chapter 2: I Didn't Ask To Be Made

Conner's POV

I just sat on the cold metal table and stared as the tiny midget continued to ramble on about something.

"My name is Superboy. I am Superman's clone." I interrupted as he paused.

"I'm Robin in the field. If you come over to my house, you can call me something else."

"What?"

"I can't tell you yet. Batman's still trying to make sure you're okay."

"Oh." I responded as some woman walked in.

She looked at me in wonder before looking at Robin.

"Ti- Robin, can you excuse us for a minute?"

"Yes Mrs. Lois. Bye!" he exclaimed as he waved before leaving.

She walked to over to me and smiled.

"Hello. My name is Lois Lane Kent."

"My name is Superboy. I am Superman's clone."

"Let's not tell people that, okay? We need to find you a different name."

"Why?"

"To keep your enemies from hurting people you care about, sweetheart."

I just stared at her as she headed back towards the door.

"Come along… We really do need to find a name for you."

I followed her down some hallways as weirdly dressed people stared at me. we eventually came to a stop in front of a man dressed like a shadow and a man dressed in red and blue arguing about something.

"The boy needs a father-"

"Then you take him home! You love raven-haired, blue-eyed-"

"Clark!" Lois hissed as her hands lightly grasped my shoulders.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at me and hissed, "Lois, no."

"I think he looks like a Conner, don't you?" she asked as he made no comment.

"My name is Superboy. I am Superman's clone."

He only turned and flew away. The shadow looked directly down at me and gruffly said, "He'll come around." He walked away as Robin came out of nowhere and joined him

Lois turned to look at me and said, "Conner?"

"My name is Superboy. I am Superman's clone."

"Yes, well that is true, but as of right now your name is Conner Joseph Kent. You are twelve years old. Clark Joseph Kent is your father. You were the result of a one night stand. Your mother recently gave full custody of you to your father. I am your stepmother. You have two living grandparents: Jonathan and Martha Kent. Kara Kent is your second cousin or 'sister' if you want. Clark is her guardian as well. Can you remember all of that?"

"Yes."

"Good. Let's go home. Clark will show up eventually."

"Home?"

********Break********

"Conner, this will be your room. Clark and I are in the master bedroom. Kara's room is down the hall. Although, she's twenty now… She doesn't really visit as often. You already know where the kitchen, bathroom, and living room are. I suppose we'll go shopping tomorrow to get you some things. You'll need-"

I gazed around at the small room in the three bedroom apartment. There was a twin bed shoved in the corner, a desk, a TV, a dresser, and a closet. A picture of a small brown haired boy holding hands with Clark sat on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Who is that?" I asked pointing to the picture.

"My son… His name was Christopher."

"He died?"

"I… I don't know… There was an accident about three years ago. We don't know what happened to him. (I'll do a chapter about what happened very soon.) Clark took it harder than anyone."

"He hates me, doesn't he?"

"He doesn't hate you… He's just being a stubborn idiot right now. He'll come around though."

"I didn't ask to be made." I mumbled.

"I know and it's not fair to you that he's acting this way, but he'll come around. You'll see."