Daughter Of Tomorrow

I don't think anyone can honestly say they know what it's like to be the child of a superhero. That would have at one point applied to me had it not been for the fact that on the day of my nineteenth birthday, I found out about my family's biggest secret that was kept from me, and it wasn't just the fact that I was adopted, I already knew that since I was like twelve. But this family secret, yeah, it's pretty big, you might even say super big if you catch my drift.

Chapter One – Birthday Mornings

For once in her life the alarm clock didn't go off at six thirty in the morning to herald in yet another day of mindless routine. However, old habits die hard as this teen girl would find out as her brown eyes fluttered open momentarily in a half-sleepy sort of way and glanced at the glaring red LCD numbers upon the black plastic face of an alarm clock situated off in front of her a top a wooden night stand. The red numbers boldly screamed out 8:00am, to which for a moment meant nothing to the teen as she allowed her eyes to lazily drift closed again, but seconds later the way in which she shot up would rival the speed of even The Flash, and he was the fastest man alive. Sitting up in her bed, the teen grabbed her alarm clock and stared at it for a moment with big wide eyes of pure terror before something broke her concentration – a voice from outside the closed bedroom door calling to her.

"You don't have school anymore Laura." A male voice called out loud enough for her to hear through even the wooden door of her bedroom.

The reassurance and reminder of this fact caused the teen to fall back down into her bed in a sideways manner while still holding on to the alarm clock in a more or less relaxed death grip that she originally had upon it earlier about two seconds ago. She had forgotten the fact that her last day as a senior in Metropolis High had ended last week and she had graduated with a 4.0 but not exactly at the top of her class. Today was Monday, but she had no school to worry about and had an entire summer break to look forward to and enjoy. This reminder caused the teen to set her alarm clock back up on her nightstand and then snuggled back down into her covers to sleep in for once. However, this would not be as the phone suddenly rang, one of the several phones in the house of course being located right there in her own room. The red cordless phone that was sitting next to the alarm clock rang twice before it was cut off as someone else had picked up the line elsewhere outside her room.

With the phone answered, the teen didn't care who it was or why they were calling as long as it didn't interrupt her return to slumber land. Again though this ideal was dashed and all hope of sleeping in till noon was crushed when a knock came upon the door of her bedroom. "What?" she whined while covering her head with a pillow in an attempt to escape whatever it was that would intrude upon her sleep.

The door opened inwards and the dark haired head of an adult male poked in bearing a pair of glasses upon his attractive chiseled and clean-shaven face. "Phone call for you honey. It's your Uncle." He stated while still holding the cordless phone from the kitchen in his hand as he was now partially standing half inside the small bedroom accommodating his teen daughter's presence since the age of two.

A whimper was emitted from under the pillow before it was tossed aside in an upset manner. The dark hair of the teen girl being messed in the process so that it covered her face in an odd sort of veil that covered only a part of her slim oval shaped face. "Who is it?" she asked, not having entirely heard what her dad had said when he came in as a result of having a pillow over her ears.

"Your uncle Wally is on the phone." He repeated while nodding over at the red phone sitting on her bedside table.

The teen girl would have usually groaned, moaned, whined, or protested against such an early phone call, but considering who it was on the other line, she thought better of it and picked up her phone. Clicking the line on she waved lazily at her father in response who hit the end call button on the phone in his hand. "Hello?" she asked in a voice laced with sleep and the slightest amount of partial annoyance.

"Hey sleepy head, did I wake you?" A male voice entered her hearing with a rather light tone in his own voice.

She shook her head despite the fact that he couldn't see it. "No, I was already awake. I forgot that I didn't have school and nearly had a heart attack." She replied while using her free hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes while turning on to her back so she stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh good, then that means I'm not in trouble."

"Uncle Wally, you never get into trouble you always get out of it." She pointed out while rolling her eyes at his attempt to be funny with her, which he usually was, but the fact that she was still somewhat half asleep didn't help much.

A small laugh was emitted from over the line as he apparently found this funny. "I suppose your right. Well, anyways, I called because I wanted to tell you 'Happy Nineteenth Birthday' cutie."

This new reminder had her blinking a few times in a rather stupid manner before she looked over at her bedroom door where her dad been standing only to find him now absent but the door was still partially opened. Ah man, how I could forget that today was my birthday? "Thanks uncle Wally." She returned while then pushing herself up into a sitting position upon her bed and leaned back against the headboard. "Are you coming to my graduation party tomorrow?" she asked while picking at the surface of her blanket absent-mindedly.

"I wouldn't miss it kiddo. Oh, and you that Bart is coming right?"

"Yep. He called me last night and told me he would be here. Hey, uncle Wally, do you know if my godfather is coming or not?" she then asked while her face converted into a rather worried look for some reason only known to her at the moment.

"I'm not sure. You'd have to ask your parents about that, but I don't see why he wouldn't be there. Why what's wrong Laura?" For the nineteen years he had known her, Wally West was not oblivious to the changes in her tone of voice when something came up. And this was definitely one of those times, but then again, she always sounded worried or concerned whenever it came around to the subject of her godfather.

She again shook her head. "It's nothing, I was just wondering if you knew, that's all." She replied in assurance to his question, which probably didn't work because she was never really that good at lying in the first place.

"If you say so." There was a sudden pause on the line, which had the eyebrows of the niece raising for a moment before her uncle's voice came back on. "Hey, kiddo, I need to get going. I'll see you tomorrow night, and happy birthday hun."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks uncle Wally, I love you." She returned while grinning a bit now as the decay of sleep had all but now left her body entirely.

"Love ya too kid. Bye."

Both lines clicked off simultaneously. Stretching her arms out to the side, she yawned once and then set the cordless phone back down on its station before throwing the covers off her body and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Yawning again, she got up and wandered over to the bedroom door, grabbing a red sweatshirt that was stranded on the floor next to the wall and pulled it on over her white tank top before heading out towards the kitchen. Running her hands through the mess of black hair that she had been gifted with at birth, her fingers catching every so often in a tangle as she racked through it a few more times, she arrived in the kitchen where her father had relocated himself at the table reading the morning copy of The Daily Planet. "Morning dad." She greeted while going over to the refrigerator and yanked the door open.

Looking up from his paper he smiled at her. "Morning Laura."

If by now it hasn't been entirely made clear, this is of course the Kent family, minus mom at the moment. Laura Martha Kent, daughter of Clark and Lois Kent, had today turned nineteen after graduating from high school the week before. Laura had been raised right in that very apartment her parents lived in since the day they brought her home from Metropolis United Charities near nineteen years ago when she was only nine months old and named Laura Martha Kent by mainly her father. Through the years, Laura grew up inside that apartment under the loving care of her parents and went through the cycles of childhood like any other kid in Metropolis, with the one exception to the fact that both her parents were ace reporters for The Daily Planet and of course were somewhat well known only by name. It was around the age of twelve that Laura took notice of something that she knew didn't seem quite right about her family situation – both her parents had blue eyes and she had brown ones, and she didn't hold any real resemblance to either one of them at all in looks. Even though she was tall, really tall, she had nothing that tied her to her parents as far as looks or genetics went. And so the day came when Clark and Lois had to break the news to Laura that she was in fact adopted.

Knowing that you're adopted and that the two people you love more than anything in this world aren't your real parents, is a rather harsh reality check for twelve-year-old. However, Laura didn't take it as hard as most would and with the help of her parents she accepted the fact that she was adopted but that her real parents were the ones who raised her and loved her – Clark and Lois Kent. Another thing that was a bit odd about her family, were her relatives. On her mother's side she had her aunt Lucy and grandpa General Sam Lane and the mix of various cousins and what not related to her mother. But on her dad's side, it was a little confusing outside grandma and grandpa Kent and her dad's cousin Linda Lee Danvers on his dad's side of the family and of course there was Laura's cousin Connor Kent who was living in San Francisco. The confusing part started with her godfather, a man that was a good and close friend of her father's named Bruce Wayne. He lived in Gotham City and at around the age of fifteen when Laura became somewhat confused as to why people were shocked when she told them about her godfather, Laura did some research and soon found out what all the shock was about. Her godfather was the owner and CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and possibly one of the richest men in the states aside from Lex Luthor. Okay, not that bad, but then there were the relatives she called aunts and uncles who weren't even related to her dad at all but where his close friends.

Aunt Diana lived in Gateway City located in California, uncle Wally lived in Central City in Missouri while also living part time in Keystone City located in Kansas, uncle Kyle lived in New York City, uncle John Jones who worked as a private detective and free lanced across the country, aunt Shayera Hol lived in St. Roch Louisiana. These were the relatives that would have been confusing had Laura not just accepted the fact that they were people who cared about her and loved her almost just as much as her own parents did. And that was the basic rundown of her "family tree", nothing that big of deal in her mind. They were all really cool and she loved visiting each and every one of them when she got the chance to. But it was her godfather Bruce Wayne that always seemed to make her nervous and shy, partially because he just seemed a bit intimidating and partially because he was such a well known business man that she felt unsure of herself when she was around him. Not that she was afraid of him or anything, she was just felt a bit out of place around him or even when she went to Gotham City a few times to visit.

The sudden thought of her godfather possibly coming or not coming to her graduation party caused Laura to end her rummaging about the fridge for something other than the normal breakfast food. Settling on the half empty craft of orange juice, Laura pulled it out and shut the door while reaching over to the dish rack was set up for the dishes to dry after being cleaned and grabbed a cup. Coming over to the table, Laura sat down across from her dad and poured herself a glass of the orange juice before ending the comfortable silence with her question. "Dad, is my godfather coming tomorrow?" she asked while fidgeting nervously in her chair as she ran her finger about the rim of her cup and bit the inside of her bottom lip.

Clark looked up from his paper and gave his daughter a skeptical look to the nervous persona she was holding upon herself at the moment. He sighed inwardly at this, as he had seen her act this way every time the mention of Bruce being somewhere in the same room or even city as her caused Laura to become nervous and concerned. Clark knew that Laura felt a bit awkward in having someone like Bruce Wayne as her godfather; she'd probably even have a nervous breakdown if she ever found out one of his biggest secrets. He had made mention of this once to Lois after Laura went to Gotham City for a week, and Lois had made the theory of it was possible that Laura acted this way around him because she was afraid of disappointing Bruce or even not meeting what she assumed were his standards of how a goddaughter should be and act. Clark gave his daughter a sympathetic smile. "Laura, honey, you don't need to be so nervous around your own godfather." He stated in assurance to her and also in encouragement.

Laura looked up at him with a weak half-hearted smile. "So he is coming then?" Part of her wanted him to be there, and yet there was a small part that dreaded him being there. Bruce never really seemed to be the kind of person who did the whole visiting younger relatives thing because of them graduating high school and stuff like that.

He gave a small laugh to this, even though he didn't mean to. "Yes Laura, your godfather is coming. In fact, your mother said he was the first one to RSVP even before your grandparents did." This little statement caused Laura's eyebrow to shoot up and her eyes to widen at this, which then in turn caused Clark to give a small chuckle in response. "You seemed surprised. Did you think he wouldn't come?" he asked while raising a teasing brow at her now.

"No, well, yeah. I don't know." Laura whined while then letting her head drop so that way forehead met table in a loud bang. She uttered a small and muted 'ouch', that only her father heard for certain reasons unknown to her. For a moment it was quiet and Laura remained in the same position even when she started to speak again. "Where's mom at anyways?"

Clark turned to the next page in his paper. "She went out with your aunt Lucy to do some shopping for today and you graduation/birthday party tomorrow." He stated while grinning behind his newspaper. Nope, he hadn't forgotten her birthday, and that wasn't the reason why he had yet to say anything about this just yet. He liked teasing her when she was in moods like these, because that meant he would eventually get her mood to take a 360.

Laura lifted her head up off the table so that way only her chin rested there as she narrowed her eyes at her dad hidden behind that newspaper. "Father, have you forgotten something?" she asked in a monotone sound of voice that seemed a bit uncharacteristic of her at the moment.

"No, why do you ask?" Clark lowered his newspaper, an innocent look upon his face. This in turn caused his daughter to give him a look almost reminiscent to what his or Linda's looked like when they were getting ready to use their heat vision. It's a good thing she isn't of Kryptonian birth or this paper would be gone in a second, Clark laughed nervously to himself within the confines of his own mind while watching his daughter continue to look at him with that identical look on her face that would have suggested the use of heat vision if she had it.

Laura's left eyebrow twitched a bit at her father's response and somewhat nervous look on his face, and she knew he was thinking about something concerning the look she was giving him. "You're lucky I don't have heat vision like Superman or that newspaper would no longer be hiding you from me." She stated in mumble before looking down at the orange juice she had yet to touch. She knew her dad hadn't forgotten her birthday, had he?

"Hey now, there's no need to get violent against a newspaper Laura. Honestly, I thought your mother and I raised you better." Clark stated in a feigned mock tone of hurt while folding up his paper and setting it down on the table.

The confused and completely astounded look upon Laura's face caused her father to fight back a laugh as he watched the new look on her face. After another moment of silence between them, Laura then just shook her head. "That is the strangest thing I have ever heard you say yet." Laura stated while finally taking her glass into her hand and took a drink from it.

He couldn't help it anymore as he finally allowed his laughter to come out. Clark laughed and had to remove his glasses from before his eyes and had his other hand coming up to wipe the small trace amounts of tears forming from the hard laughter. "I'm sorry sweetie, but that look on your face…" he trailed off through his own laughter while Laura tried to keep herself from laughing as well with the glass to her lips and the juice trailing down her throat.

Before Laura knew it she was choking on her drink and setting the glass down as she both coughed and laughed at the same time. "Dad, look what you did!" Laura stated while finally clearing her throat and saving herself from choking any further on her orange juice. "I nearly killed myself!"

"That would be impossible." Clark stated, now having found himself under control. "You know I would never let anything happen to you." He said while giving her one his infamous fatherly smiles that showed just how much he cared for her and that he meant what he said even though the two of them were goofing around now. Clark got up from his seat at the table and took his paper with him as he was headed off towards the living room. But before he did so, he stopped at his daughter's side of the table and bent down to kiss her on the crown of her head. "Happy birthday Laura, now go get dressed. You and I have to meet up with your mom and aunt Lucy for lunch at the Metropolis Plaza." He explained while then tapping the top of her head with the rolled up paper.

Laura groaned in a dramatic way that was over the top while slouching down in her chair before moaning out an, "Okay." And then wandered off towards her bedroom. Inside, Laura shut and locked the door before changing out her pajamas and getting dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a powder blue long sleeved shirt with the laser print of Superman's S-shield that her cousin Connor got her for her sixteenth birthday when she went to visit him in San Francisco for the weekend. Everyone knew that Laura adored Superman since she was ten, and has since either in good humor teased her about it or somewhat encouraged it like her mother and second cousin did. And in Connor's case, sort of made fun of it while being genuine in the fact that he gotten her a birthday present he knew she'd like. After running a brush through her shoulder length black hair and throwing it up into a ponytail, Laura fixed her eyebrow length bangs so that way they swept off to the right a bit and then quickly drew black eyeliner over the top of her eye lid followed by some pink shadow that was just modest enough, which was the way Laura liked her style.

After locating her red converse all-stars and pulling them on, Laura flew out of her bedroom and rushed into the living room. Vaulting over the back of the couch she landed next to her dad who was watching the news at the moment. "Ready there speedster?" he asked while turning the TV off and looking over at his daughter.

"Yep. Let's go!" she declared while standing up and leading the way to the front door of the apartment.

Author's Note:

Quick run down of the superhero and non-superhero relatives of Laura Kent so that no one is completely confused out of their minds at this point.

Godfather, Bruce Wayne – Batman

Aunt, Diana – Wonder Woman

Uncle, Wally West – The Flash

Uncle, Kyle Rayner – The Green Lantern

Aunt, Shayera Hol – Hawkgirl

Uncle, John Jones (J'onn J'onzz) – The Martian Manhunter

Second cousin, Linda Lee Danvers (Kara Zor-El) – Supergirl

"Cousin", Connor Kent (Kon-El) – Superboy

Grandfather, Jonathan Kent

Grandmother, Martha Kent

Aunt, Lucy Lane

Grandfather, General Sam Lane