Disclaimer: I do not own any Smallville or Teen Titans.

becs1: yes, Robin knew. And I'm glad you don't think I rush.

Smallville's Chick 1989: Holy chocolate starfish! Can you say, "outtake on season 2 gag reel?" yay!

DDS: thanks so much. Yes, (cannot reveal name of badguy although everyone probably already knows) is always watching.

Crash Slayer: you're not sad. yay violence?

hotsauce6548: yeah, I know, but I at least wanted him to try.

Cursed20: I will definetly keep that in mind.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, I had many people review saying that the Teen Titans, no matter how good they are, would never stand a chance against Clark. So, in order to appease those readers, I rewrote this chapter, (I didn't post the original one) and I think it is a definite improvement. Also, this is about a couple of weeks after Clark leaves, so it would kind of be set before Exile. Therefore, the Kents aren't packing up the farm... yet.

Hurt

chapter 2

Clark stopped in a dark alley. He had been running for, he didn't know how long, but that didn't matter. He had gotten what he wanted: a full-to-the-brim sack of cash. It had been more troublesome to get the money than he had expected. He had hoped to just get the money and move on, but he ran into a roadblock. Not that it had been a problem, but it still had really annoyed him. He didn't know who they were, but he didn't care. Each one had tried to stop him, each one easily defeated. The only reason they had even lasted as long as they did was because Clark honestly wasn't trying.

The first of them to attack was some sort of half-person, half-robot. He had been strong, but nowhere near as strong as Clark is.

Next, a little redheaded girl rushed at him. Unlike the first guy, whose powers originated from his mechanical body, this girl had organic abilities. Skilled as she was, she too failed.

The same thing goes for the next two to come at Clark, a dark-haired girl in a cape & hood, and a younger boy. Both of them had natural abilities. The cloaked girl had somewhat similar abilities to the first girl, which included flight, and the foolish younger boy could change his shape to that of any animal.

The last of the five teens that tried to stop Clark was a black-haired boy in a... colorful outfit. Clark was just having fun playing around with him, but when he somehow hit Clark in the face, (not that it had caused any pain) playtime was over. After he had defeated the group, he had taken his money and left them in the dust.

Now he predicted to be on the other side of town, and he had finally come to rest in a secluded little alley. He would buy a better place to live later in the day, but it had been a while since he slept and it was around 2:30 am. He could easily stay awake longer if he really needed to, but he decided to go into one of the many abandoned buildings on either side of the alley.

Clark kicked down the locked door to the old complex. It was dark and musty, but it would do until tomorrow. He placed his bag of loot in a corner of the room, and, finding a suitable spot, he started to relax. Clark's eyes drooped, sleep begging to overcome his body. As he drifted off to sleep, a searing pain, like a wildfire on his chest, gripped him and shook him awake.

"AAAAAAGGGHHH!" Clark screamed in agony.

Shaky, pained fingers reached up to the buttons on his shirt. With a single pull, Clark tore open his shirt, revealing what looked like a vertical infinity mark framed by a figure that looked like a sheild. The large mark on his chest glowed a vicious red, making Clark writhe in pain. As his breathing became panicky, Clark grabbed his red kryptonite ring and pulled it off his finger with all his might. Immediately after the ring was removed, the mark on his chest stopped its ominous glowing. The effects of the red kryptonite left Clark as he took deep, steady breaths, and his conscience returned.

Clark stumbled outside, leaving his money inside on the floor. He walked in no particular direction for a while, until he came across a run-down payphone. Cautiously, he picked it up. It was an old phone, but it still worked. Clark felt in his pockets and was relieved to find some extra change. Putting the coins into the slot, he sub-conciously dialed his home phone.

Martha Kent sat at the kitched table, her head in her hands. So much had been going wrong lately, and even though she knew she had to be strong, she couldn't help but feel hopless at times. She had just recently lost her unborn baby, her son, and now she and Jonathan were more in debt than ever. Martha knew Jonathan was taking it hard because whenever he wasn't happy with life he would go outside and work long hours out in the feilds and in the barn.

Her son, (who happened to be an alien) was gone. She could remember waking up in the hospital and being told she had lost her baby and her son all in one day. It was almost too much to bear. Jonathan, with the help of Pete, had looked everywhere, even Metropolis, but there had been no sign of Clark anywhere. Martha was interrupted by her troubled thoughts when the phone rang, its loud and obtrusive sound forcing her to pick it up just to silence it.

"Hello?" she said, her voice hoarse.

"Hello?"

Clark froze. His mother sounded so tired, so weary. He loved her so much, god he did, but as he imagined her kind face he choked up. All he could think about was how many times he had hurt that caring woman, hurt both of his great parents. As his breathing began to speed up, he felt his eyes heat up as they blurred with unfallen tears.

"Clark? Clark! Please come home-"

Clark slammed the phone on the reciever, unable to hear his mother anymore. He couldn't hurt her again, no matter what. There was only one way to escape the pain his heart radiated.

As Clark slipped once again slipped on the ring, all of his problems melted away, the red kryptonite overtaking him.

The Teen Titans slowly entered their tower. Against Robin's wishes, the rest of the team had decided to go back to their home to rest and think about their defeat as much as they didn't want to.

They all sat on the couch except for Robin, who began pacing behind them.

"Robin, we got beat, there's nothing you can do about it now." said Cyborg. Robin didn't answer. He just kept on pacing with a scowl on his face.

"Dude, don't take it too hard." piped up BB, concern showing in his eyes.

"Please, Robin-" started Starfire, but she was interrupted by Robin's hand signaling for her to stop. He didn't want all of his teammates to think that he needed consolation because their voices would only intrude on his thoughts. So, he told them exactly what was going on inside of his head.

"Look, it's not even that we were defeated, it's not like it has never happened..." he paused, "but this was different. He defeated us all in a matter of minutes and he didn't even break a sweat. All I'm doing now is trying to figure out who this guy is and a way to stop him... because I think we may see him again very, very soon."

The rest of the titans absorbed Robin's words. He was right. They had to figure out who he was to see if there was any way to defeat him.

"Okay... so what powers did he have?" asked Raven, trying to get an clear picture of what they were up against.

"As far as I know," started Robin, "he's-"

"super strong... way stronger than me," said Cyborg.

"fast... very fast," added Starfire.

"I think he's able to heat things, like heat vision or something," said BB, looking at his burnt hand.

"-and he can't get hurt," finished Robin.

The titans sat in silence for a long time, trying to think of some way to learn about, find, and stop this guy before he showed up again. That way, when he did, they would be more ready.

Clark walked back into his adopted home for the time being, and, picking up his money bag, he was preparing to leave, when something stopped him.

"Good evening." said a voice in the darkness, cool, calm, and dangerous.

"Who's there?" yelled Clark, in no mood for another fight with those twerps back at the bank.

"I'll cut straight to the chase..." the voice paused, waiting for Clark to give him a name.

"... Kal." said Clark, using part of his birth name.

"Yes, Kal, I have a proposition for you." before Clark could speak, the voice continued, "you are a very... strong man, and if you do a certain job for me, there will be a great reward."

The work 'reward' perked interest in Clark's ears. Sure, he had a bag full of money in his hand, but he didn't care. Money is money. He mocked thought for a second, then said, "Exactly how big a reward are we talking?" Clark wasn't going to do anything for just anyone unless it came wtih a very... hefty fee.

"Well," said the voice, "if you do this for me, I will give you three times as much as what is in that bag."

"Hmmm," said Clark aloud, "sounds good. Now, what is it you want me to do?"

"Destroy the Teen Titans."

sorry it took so long to post again! I had lots of school work and... yeah. I hope you liked this chapter! Reviews please!