Growing Pains


11 Years Later


"-and who can tell me which Kingdoms sided with who during the Great War? Anyone?" Ms. Tidwell asked her modern history class. About half the hands of her students raised with response to the question ready. However near the corner of the room she saw one of her students looking down in his notebook adjusting his glasses, "Jon?" she called on him, a trick she used to keep her students on their toes.

The sixteen year old raised his head, his large thick rimmed glasses nearly sliding off his face as he moved, "Oh, um….Minstrel and Atlas jointed forces against Vale and Vaccuo." he replied. The quiet boy waited until his teacher nodded to look back down at his history book. Jon kept his head down as Class continued, listening to the teacher until the bell ringing made him close his book and stand up from his seat. Jonathan Kent had grown into a young man of Sixteen years old, standing at 4'3" with messy black hair he was well on his way to being the spitting image of his dad.

"And Happy Halloween everyone! Have a nice weekend!" the teacher said as the class began to let out. Jon smiled a little at the reminder, Halloween was one of his favorite times of the year, when he was younger he would go out trick or treating with his mom and dad but last year was officially the last time he'd be doing that.

Making his way through the halls of his school, he made his way up to his locker where beside his, a fox faunus boy's ears twitched. "Hey Vincent. How was Science?" he asked his friend as he turned the dial of his locker to open. Vincent Vulpo was one of his oldest friends he'd had since elementary school, the faunus boy had short light brown hair that climbed up his ears with dark edges to them, he was a little shorter than but his ears made them equal height.

"Ugggh, I don't know why we need to learn about space and stuff since we've never even gone there." he complained as he shut his locker with his forehead leaning against it.

Jon snorted, "I mean your not wrong I guess." he replied in amusement as he pulled his jean jacket out of his locket and put it on before closing it. "So what's the plan for tomorrow? Horror movie marathon?" he asked as he and Vincent walked away from their lockers.

Vincent smirked, "Nah, I'm gonna head out to the festival." he replied. "There's going to be pumpkin carving, bobbing for apples, even a costume contest." he said excitedly as they reached the front door of the school and walked out towards the buses that would take them home. Jon and Vincent climbed into their bus and walked to the back where their usual seat was, "Kathy is going to be there." he added teasingly.

Jon shot his friend a look before looking to the front of the bus where a girl with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail laughed at something her friend said before sitting down. Kathy was Jon's Neighbor….well, neighbor as you could be when your farm was few acres big. But he had known Kathy for about five years now since she moved next door, but for the past few weeks she hadn't really hung out as much as she used to. His mom told him it was natural for kids their age to branch out in middle school and meet other friends, Vincent said he was just lovesick. Which was not true at all, he just missed hanging out with his friend.

"Maybe. I don't know. I don't even have a costume." he replied truthfully, he had really just planned on staying home, going through his family's horror movies all night and eating candy. Not the one for trick or treaters, though he'd be surprised if anyone would trek out to his house for some candy.

The Hamilton Halloween Festival was something he attended every year when he was a kid, but for the past three years he mostly stayed home, last year he, Vincent, and Cathy went to the drive-in with his parents to see a horror movie. This year he was just going to stay home, watch some Holiday specials on TV, and just stay in. His thoughts were interrupted as the bus lunched forward and began to drive the students back home for the weekend.

Vincent waved him off, "Just grab a crappy one at the Lien Store. They got a ton of ones that are just cotton. Some of them have those fake muscles but those look just weird." he said with a slightly creeped out look. Jon snorted at his friend's reaction but stayed silent as he thought it over, glancing over at Kathy who was sitting on the edge of her seat into the isle as she talked to someone. She seemed to notice he was watching her and turned to him, Jon smiled and gave her a wave. She returned it but with less enthusiasm, making Jon slouch slightly in his seat. "Oomph." Vincent commented, his ears bending back slightly.

"Did I say something wrong to her?" Jon asked.

Vincent shrugged, "I don't know. Did you?"

Jon turned to him and shook his head, "I don't think I did. I mean if I did then I'd apologize but-"

"You don't know. So go to the festival in town, find her, hang out and have some fun." he recommended.

Jon hummed in thought, that might just be what they needed, just hang out like old times and have some fun. Maybe then he could figure out why she'd been acting so weird with him.


Jon was watching the trees pass by the outside of his school bus as it drove him towards his home. It was now only him and Kathy since they lived farthest away. Vincent lived on the edge of town so usually the three of them would hang out and chat about their day on the way back. But approaching Kathy felt…..weird now. This is ridiculous I've known Kathy for years! Don't be weird about it. he thought as he stood up from his seat and walked up to where Kathy was, she looked back at him as he lifted a hand up, "Hey Kathy." he greeted.

"H-Hey Jon." she stuttered out with a smile as he took a seat across the isle from her. The girl suddenly found her old sneakers very interesting, Jon immediately regretted his choice to come over here and talk with her. "So….Happy Halloween! Early…I mean." she said before letting out a awkward laugh.

"Y-Yeah." he replied unsurely. The pair proceeded to ride in silence…..for the next ten minutes…until the bus reached their stop. As they got up they bumped into one another, each of them giving an, "I'm sorry!" before Kathy walked ahead of Jon and they exited the bus. The stop was right at the midpoint between their properties so as Kathy waked off to the left, Jon went to the right. That was….the most embarrassing bus ride…of all time. he thought as he ran a hand over his face, taking his glasses off to look at them.

He didn't need to wear them obviously, like his dad he had perfect vision…..but that was also precisely WHY he wore the glasses to begin with. Slipping them back over his eyes as he approached the mailbox with the name 'Kent' painted on the side in black, he turned down the drive where he saw his house with the barn in the distance. Squinting his eyes he could make out a white blur coming around the house and straight at him, Jon smiled, "Kry-" he started before a kicked up of dust stopped a foot away from him and a pair of white paws climbed up onto his chest, "-to! You miss me today buddy?" he asked the white Labrador who happily barked at his owner.

Pushing the family dog off him, he rubbed the spot between his ears as he walked over to where Kyrpto stopped and picked up the drool covered ball he had carried over. "Oh you just want someone to play with." he said with amusement as he picked up the ball. Krypto bent down onto his front paws panting, his tail wagging excitedly as Jon looked at him. Taking a quick look around to be safe, he reeled his arm back and threw the ball off towards the house. The small projectile flew clear over the roof of his home and off into the distance. Krypto barked before taking off into the air as a white blur to try and catch the ball before it landed far outside their property.

Jon smirked as he continued towards home, the two story farmhouse was rustic in every sense of the word, the bright yellow siding with a rusty brown roof. The white railing of the porch was walked over by Jon as he entered his house through the front door, "Mom? Dad? I'm home." he called out as he walked forward and up the stairs leading up to his room. Turning right, he pushed his ajar door open and tossed his bookbag onto the bed, the open window of which Krypto flew out of got his attention as he walked over and looked out to the red barn to see the doors open.

Walking back outside the house he left through the back door towards the darn, "Mom? Dad?"

"In here kiddo!" he heard his dad call out, his son rushed leisurely towards the doors and slipped inside the barn where most of their harvesting equipment was kept. Across the open floor he saw his dad over a wooden table with a wooden post on it. Clark Kent was a mountain of a man, a good six feet tall, Jon had a hard time believing the tals his mom told him of meeting him, how someone like him could come off as somehow meek was crazy.

He wore a pair of old work pants with a red plaid shirt that was buttoned up enough to hide the 'uniform' he wore underneath. His dad looked over at him and smiled, "Hey Jon, how was school?" he asked as his son walked over to him.

Jon watched as his dad used his super strength to push a nail into the wooden post so it made a 'W' shape at the top. He shrugged his shoulders, "Pretty boring." he admitted, his dad giving him a smile. "Need a hand?" he offered his dad readily. He didn't need it, obviously he didn't but Jon wanted to offer nevertheless.

His dad titled his head to the side where there was a rotted post beside the stairs leading up to the loft was, "Finally getting rid of the rotted beam. Think you can pull it out for me?" he asked.

Jon looked at the beam with a slightly nervous expression, "I mean….are you sure?" he asked.

He had seen his dad hundreds of time on the news as Superman, preforming feats of strength that would make most huntsmen envious, but what always made Jon impressed was the level of control he had. He was nowhere near as strong as his father, but that didn't mean he couldn't make a mess, like the time he accidently broke the dining room table on game night when he slammed his hand down too hard. Or when he tipped over the tree at the edge of their property from leaning on it too much, "Hey," his dad's voice made him look up from his hands to his dad, "I'm right here, nothing bad will happen." he assured.

Jon took a deep breath before nodding, walking over to the rotted pillar, he grasped the wood, "Just make sure your grasp is firm. Then just yank it, doesn't need to be a clean pull." his dad instructed encouragingly. Jon nodded, his fingers dug into the wood a little before suddenly pulling it towards and away from him, yanking the bottom and mid point of the support out with only the top still stuck.

Clark smiled as his son looked down at his show of strength with pride. Looking back up at his dad, Jon grinned before they both heard the wood creak, Clark grabbed the support off the table and walked over as the world around him slowed down, grabbing the top of the post that was there prior, he yanked it out and quickly replaced it with the one he fashioned. When Jon blinked, his dad was beside him putting the support in place, "Great job!" he praised.

Jon looked down at the rotted wood and leaned it on the ground like a walking stick, "Thanks dad….so where's mom?" he asked.

"She had to run to Vale for a press conference at the SDC branch there so it's just us to tonight." he said, patting his son on the shoulder. "So, Halloween this weekend, got any plans?" he asked as they walked out of the barn and towards the house, Coincidentally as Krypto returned with a ball in his mouth, Clark kneeled down and took it from the dog before tossing it up into the sky.

Krypto bolted up after it, "One of these days we're going to hit a plane or something playing fetch with him." Jon said.

"Oh we have, but that's why it's just a tennis ball. Doesn't matter how hard you throw it that thing won't go through an airship." Clark replied with a smirk. "But you didn't answer my question." he noticed, his tone not accusing or disappointed, but just observing.

John rubbed the back of his head, "Well…..there's a Halloween festival in town but I'm not sure if I'll go." he admitted as they walked up to the front porch.

Clark shrugged his shoulders, "Why not? It sounds fun." he asked.

Jon walked up and leaned against the white railing, "Well…..Kathy's been kind of weird lately. Vincent thinks I'd be a good place to talk with her and see what's wrong." he explained. His father crossed his arms with a small knowing smile, "I don't think I did anything wrong." he quickly added.

"I'm sure you didn't." Clark replied with a humorous tone in his voice, "But you want to be sure."

"I just spent ten minutes riding the bus with her in complete silence, I'm pretty sure it's something I did." he replied dryly. His father didn't seem the least bit concerned, but then again he never did to Jon. Pursing his lips together he ran a hand through his hair, "Well I guess I better find a costume." he muttered as he pulled out his scroll to order one online. Opening it he saw a button appear briefly on the screen before fading away, it was the emergency button. Clark had installed it into both his and his mom's scrolls so that whenever they were in trouble they could reach him instantly.

"Actually Jon….I might have an idea for that." Clark said with a smirk that Jon didn't particularly like.


"So Smallville, getting a sense of Déjà vu?" Lois Lane Kent asked with bemusement in her voice as she put a bag of popcorn inside the microwave and set the timer on it. Clark had messaged Lois and explained their son's 'predicament' to her briefly over the scroll and briefed her more in depth when she got home that night. Saying that she was amused would be an understatement to say the least, so much so that the costume she picked up in Vale for Jon's Halloween Festival attendance was solely for her amusement. "The farm boy, the neighbor girl, teenage romance." she teased as she turned around and leaned against the counter as her husband grabbed a bowl from the cabinets.

Clark rolled his eyes, "Like you wouldn't believe." he said as he handed her the bowl for the popcorn. "I mean it could be different-" he suggested.

"She's nervous around him, can't say more then a few words, and is avoiding him? It's pretty obvious honey." Lois said in amusement before the microwave dinged and she took the popcorn out.

Clark's shoulders slouched, "Should we tell him?" he asked unsurely. All they had was what Jon told them so making an assumption didn't seem like a good idea.

Lois shook her head as she walked though the kitchen into the living room, the window looking out to the front of the house had decorations put up in the still with a few pumpkins that they hadn't sold and Clark had carved out on the front deck facing the driveway. Beside the front door was a bowl of candy they would give any trick or treaters who made their way up to the house.

"Honestly I think he needs to figure it out himself. Besides if he's wrong and we give him advice? That might not work out so well." she advised knowingly, recalling how her father had told her that when she was little that boys only picked on you when they liked you. Which considering she was married to the most polite man on the planet, couldn't prove it to be more wrong.

Clark let out a sigh, "I know." he admitted as he walked over to his wife wrapped his arms around her lovingly. Lois leaned back and smiled at the warm embrace of her husband, he still smelled like soot from the fire he had to go put out in Atlas' Dust Mine earlier but she didn't mind.

She patted his forearm, "You gotta let him make his own choices. Good and bad, can't protect him forever sweetie, and I know that's a problem you have." she said knowingly as she turned around in his grasp and rose up on her toes to peck him on the lips. When they heard Jon's bedroom door close, the two looked up to the stairs with smiles.

"Har Dee Har Mom. I'll admit, it's a good one. But both of you take a good look-" Jon began as he walked down the stairs in a store bought version of Superman's costume. The light blue uniform that was synonymous with the superhero was the first and older version of the suit his dad had worn. He now wore a more contemporary version that didn't include the red shorts with a golden belt which Jon now wore. The shield on the chest was a little too big and the cape didn't have the golden version of the shield on it either. "-because this is the last time I'll EVER wear this." he said, holding his arms out at the base of the stairs.

Clark held a hand up to his mouth to stifle his laugh while Lois raised up her camera and snapped a few pictures. Jon adjusted the briefs he wore, "Dad, why did you wear your underwear on the outside?" he asked as he adjusted the belt to fit better. The 'shorts' where more like boxer briefs, and hung off him at the holes on the bottom.

Clark rubbed the back of his head with a amused smirk, "Well….your grandmother made it for me."

Jon gave his father a dry look, "Doesn't answer the question." he replied with a sly look that he gotten from Lois.

"It's comfortable." Clark tried again with a shrug, "Plus it breaks up the color scheme." he added with amore convincing attitude. Jon rolled his eyes but smiled as he dropped the subject, if he was being honest he liked how his dad look in either costume of his. "Um…..you are wearing underwear right?"

Jon had to bite back a sarcastic rely, "Yes I am. By the way mom, where'd you get the boots?" he asked as he lifted his foot up to look at the red boot that his mom had gotten him to go with eh outfit which covered the sewn on flaps that were on the bottom of the actual costume. They were a little big on him but he could move around in them just fine

"They're actually a pair of your dad's." Lois replied, Jon looked down at them once again with interest. Lois smiled fondly as her son looked at them with renewed interest, it was no secret that Jon admired his father, it was beyond sweet to her, but unlike Clark at the same age, Jon was reluctant of his….non human heritage. Which given what happened to Goldie wasn't a surprise, it led to a conversation they didn't imagine having with a five year old.

But he was so scared by the incident he didn't bring it up for years, but he always had an interest in what his dad did that wasn't farming. "Alright, I better get going." he said as he stomped his boots down to a more comfortable position and walked to the front door.

"Have fun!" Lois called out.

"Say hi to Vincent for us!" Clark added, Jon giving a wave goodbye before he was out the door.


Hamilton's Halloween festival was an annual tradition that had some additions to it since Jon last attended it. For example the carnival rides with horror themed decor on them, Oh man if I had known there was a roller coaster I'd have come to this last year! Jon thought readily as he watched the coaster fly over his head. The festival took place out in the middle of a Hamilton's Park where booths, rides, and other fun activities were set up. Jon walked though the decent sized crowd of people looking for either of his friends.

Upon passing a booth he saw a water balloon both with a 'wolfman' was shooting a pressurized water gun at the mouth of a clown to fill up a balloon.

What gave Vincent away were his Fox ears poking out and twitching, something they did when he was focusing. Smirking to himself, Jon snuck up behind his friend and gently patted him on the shoulder as his balloon popped, "HOLY Brothers!" he exclaimed as he spun his seat, "I-Jon?" his shock quickly morphed into happiness, "Hey man! Glad you're here!" he said as he stood up and clasped him on the shoulders and gave the glasses wearing teen a better look at his costume.

Based on an old fairy tale, The Wolfman was a man who had been raised by Grimm in the Emerald Forest to the point of believing he was one of them. Which usually just meant a very hairy guy with clothes over the 'fur'. "You look good, little skinny for Supes but other then that?" Vincent shrugged jokingly.

Jon smirked, Wouldn't be saying that if you saw how much I could lift with one finger. he thought in amusement. "You look good too, I mean the ears aren't the same color as the fur." he countered jokingly.

Vince grinned as he ran his hand back over his head, his ears flattening back, "Hey. Girls like the ears."

Jon raised an eye, "Do they?"

"Don't be jealous Jon, I'm sure Kathy likes your glasses." he teased, making Jon raise an arm like he would hit him. However it was obviously a bluff, even as a joke Jon would never risk something like that. "Speaking of I saw her by the cotton candy booth a while ago." he pointed out, his finger signaling off to the right through a crowd of people.

Jon smiled and thanked him as Vincent picked out his prize.

Making his way through the fairgrounds, Jon watched as families took their children up to booths to play games for prizes like Vincent had been doing. He eyed a 'Test your Strength' game with it's large hammer and tower with a bell at the top, he could easily win it, hell he could probably send that puck flying into the ocean. When he his strength first appeared it was when he and his dad were playing catch in the field with a ball and mitts. He threw it as hard as he could and it went through the hill and out the other side for a good four hundred feet.

He was so damn scared by it, it had been years since the Goldie incident that he had hoped he could just be normal. But that night his dad took him out to the barn's loft and sat him down and talked with him. 'Son. I know that your scared of your powers…..that's natural. But sooner or later, they're going to come out more and more and you need to be more careful.' he shook his head of the memory. He was careful, maybe a little too careful but he'd rather be.

Finding the Cotton Candy stand, he saw Kathy wearing scarecrow costume with bright red makeup on her cheeks and straw poking out of her hair with a wheat hat. "Kathy! Hey!" he called out. The blonde stiffened up and turned to him with a mouth full of the candy, her face turned the same color as the makeup she wore, "Great costume!" he greeted.

She swallowed the cotton and smiled a little shyly, "Thanks Jon. You too…didn't know you liked Superman." she commented, gesturing to his costume.

He looked down and rubbed the back of his head, "Who doesn't like him?" he asked with a goofy grin. "I think yours is better, you put work into it at least." he commented as he tugged at the fabric of the blue unitard. "My mom just picked this up on her way home from work." he said sheepishly.

Kathy snorted, "Well I miiiight have swiped this from our scarecrow." she said, leaning back on he heels and looking down at her overalls. "But I think the crows will be more scared of a pants less scarecrow." she joked.

Jon couldn't help the small titter he made at the thought, "The Pants-less Scarecrow. It crawls the cornfields!" he said dramatically as thought he was an old school movie narrator.

Kathy grinned as she made a made a motion with her arms as though she was dragging herself along the ground, "He wants your pants but he'll take your life!" she added a tag line, the two of them laughing at their imaginary horror movie monster. She looked at her cotton candy and took some off before offering Jon some, he smiled as he took it and ate it.

"Thanks." he said gratefully before taking the bite of the food. Swallowing it, he cleared his throat before speaking, "Hey….um….sorry about the bus ride yesterday. I didn't mean to make it weird." he apologized.

Kathy's eyes widened before shaking her head, "What? No! Your fine Jon, I was being weird and-" she shook her head. "I've been kind of avoiding you for a bit and that was mean of me." she admitted bashfully, looking at her cotton candy and not her friend's glasses covered eyes.

He rubbed the back of his black hair awkwardly, "I mean….I wasn't going to say anything…" he replied, letting her know that he had in fact noticed her odd behavior.

She rolled her eyes, "I just….Vincent was saying that you were missing me-"

Of course it's Vincent's fault. Kon thought, fighting the urge to facepalm, the expression on his face however seemed to read like a book by Kathy.

"Ok! So it's all his fault!" she exclaimed in relief before pouting, "I'm going to deck him."

"Please don't assault our only friend." Jon asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, as Kathy was about to give a retort, the sound of screeching tires made them turn their heads in the direction the noise came from. Down the isle of booths Jon watched as a car sped out into the fairgrounds and through one of the stalls! The crowd of people erupted in screams and they all ran away from the scene as the car crashed through a balloon stall, the fire dust crystals used to make hot air combusted and erupted in a large ball of fire!

The car flew up in the air as the fire spread onto the tents and began to grow!

As the car came crashing down onto the isle flipped over with fire on the bottom of it, Jon finally felt Kathy pulling on his arm, "Jon! Come on we need to go! Run!" she shouted as she tried to pull the stunned teen away.

He turned to her, "Get Vincent and get out of here! I'm gonna call for help!" he told her over the screaming. His neighbor looked at him with fear spread across her face, Jon was sure he looked scared as well but he needed to call his dad. She seemed to register his words and nodded before running off with the crowd to where Vincent was. Jon reached to his pocket but he didn't feel the lining of the silt, feeling around on his hip dread suddenly spread though out him.

Oh my god this costume doesn't have pockets. he realized in horror. Looking back up at the overturned car with fire spreading over it, the half Kryptonian felt as though time around him slowed to a crawl. His father's speech to him replaying once again in his mind in full, 'Son. I know that your scared of your powers…..that's natural. But sooner or later, they're going to come out more and more and you need to be more careful. But just because you have power doesn't mean it's a bad thing. It's your power son, and I know that one day you're going to make it your own.'

Jon ran forth to the car as everyone else ran away in fear of it exploding. Reaching the side of it he knelt down and looked inside to see the driver, someone only a little older then him, with a nasty looking cut on his head hanging upside down. Grabbing the car door, the metal bent around his hand as he grabbed it and pulled it off it's hinges, allowing him to lean inside and unbuckle the driver and easily pull him out with one hand dragging him across the grass a safe distance away.

I…..I'm only strong but I can help! he thought as he picked the driver up in his arms and carried him over to a abandoned bench. Laying him down he saw the teen was still breathing and turned back to the now spreading fire. I really wish I knew how to use freeze breath right now. he thought. Wait I don't need to extinguish it I just need to stop it from spreading! he thought as he ran to the booth the fire was currently spreading to. Grabbing the metal poles holding the tent up, he could barely feel the heat they held which would severely burn someone else before uprooting them and throwing them aside, stopping the fire at this end.

Rushing past the tents that were already ablaze, he headed towards the other end of the lisle towards the entrance where it was quickly spreading. He saw Vincent and Kathy near the entrance, he could hear them yelling for him but before he could call back, the explosion of a nearby food stand sent him flying across the fair grounds and into the side of the ferries wheel that people were still trapped on!

Jon's ears rang as he pushed himself up from the ground, his glasses were shattered on the grass below him, and part of his cape was scored. However when he heard the loud whine of metal behind him. He looked back and the arm that supported the axel of the wheel was wavering from the large dent he made in it! Oh No! he thought as bolts shot off the end above his head. With nothing else to think of Jon braced himself against the support and gripped it tight, Ok just grip it, don't squeeze it! he recalled what his dad had told him yesterday as he felt the metal pushing against him.

The ground beneath his feet shifted slightly, he was being pushed back from the stress of the wheel! "No….you….don't!" he gritted out as he applied all his strength into keeping it steady! The soil built up behind his heels as they where pushed back! Just hold it until everyone is off! he thought to himself as he grinded his teeth. The metal against his hands coiled around his fingers and palm, "Dad! Come one where-"

WOOSH!

A firm breeze blew over Jon as the screaming of people finally stopped, Looking over his shoulder he saw that the flames that he hadn't stopped were now extinguished. "It's ok son, I'm here." Looking up at the axel of the wheel he saw his father holding it in place with a firm hand while red beams of heat shot out his eyes and fused the part back into place as he floated in place, Superman was here.

But Jon was too scared to let go of the wheel, what if he did and it screwed everything up!? What if tipped over?! Or worse, what if it rolled out of control towards the town?! "Jon." his father said gently as he laned beside him. Jon looked over to his father, his eyes widened with concern and fear as his arm shook, Clark gave him a reassuring smile and clasped his shoulder, "It's stable. You can let go." he told him.

As he drew his hands back, Jon wanted to collapse, not from exhaustion, but from relief. Superman knelt down beside him, "Are you ok?" Clark asked with concern as Jon caught his breath. He nodded numbly, his father helped him back onto his feet, "Listen Jon, I want you to stay here, your mother is on her way. She'll take you home, I need to make sure everyone else is safe, that car did a lot of damage before it got here." he explained.

Jon nodded again, "R-right." he answered. Clark smiled at him before taking off into the sky above the fairground and searched for anyone in need.


'-as it turns out the Island of Patch had some excitement for Halloween last night. A seemingly Halloween prank went out of control when it was discovered a number of cars outside a cinema had their break lines cut. Causing massive panic in the streets, a local festival was the victim of only one of the cars, but thankfully the efforts of Superman adverted disaster.' Lisa Lavender reported on the morning news from the small holographic screen in the kitchen as Lois looked out the window with a cup of coffee in her hands.

Behind her she heard Clark walk down the stairs from their bedroom and through the living room, he had spent the better part of last night stopping a few dozen cars from causing massive damages. He had first heard it happening on the freeway to Vale hen one of the cars went through the concrete blockade and onto the rail line for the commuter train. It was only after he saved the driver that he heard what was happening back in Hamilton and bolted to the fairgrounds.

Walking over to his wife he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, outside the window they could see Jon up on the hill by the tree where his powers first manifested. "He's been out there since he woke up." Lois said in a worried voice.

Clark felt a lump of guilt form in his chest, if he had been faster then Jon wouldn't have needed to act. "Last night was the first time he used his powers without you or me around. He's probably still a little shaken from it." he guessed.

Lois took a drink of her coffee before setting it down on the counter, "We should talk with him."

Outside, Jon was leaning up against the tree watching the sun finish rising, Krypto was laying down on the ground in front of the tree fast asleep. His mom must have broken a few speed limits getting to the festival as fast as she did, she had taken him and Kathy back home while Vincent's dad took him back. Kathy was so scared that she just held his hand the entire ride back, she gave him a hug before they left her with her grandfather and again said sorry for avoiding him for a dumb reason. He told her that he'll stop her from punching Vincent's lights out another time to try and make her feel better, and the way she said that it worked.

But Jon was left…..with a lot to think about.

"Hey kiddo." Jon looked back to see both his mom and walking up to hum, his mother wasn't exactly the dotting type, not compared to his dad anyway, but seeing the worried look she had made him feel bad for making her worry. "You ok?" she asked, walking over and putting an arm around him while his dad clasped his other shoulder.

He nodded, "Yeah I'm fine I just….I still don't know how I did all of that." he admitted, he had never done anything like last night. Never done anything like his father had been doing for years.

Clark gave his son a smile, "You did it because you saw people and trouble, and you helped them. Just like we raised you to." he said with pride, Jon smiled bashfully at the praise.

"Your father's right. You did good last night Jon, and we couldn't be more proud of you." Lois added.

Jon looked down at Krypto, "I know I just…..I wish I could have done more." he admitted, if he had learned more about his powers then maybe he could have stopped that car from crashing in the first place, and all those people wouldn't have been in danger. Clark and Lois looked at one another with pride before looking down at their son, "I always sort of figured I'd have to do something with my powers, maybe not like dad does with being Superman but…..help people like he does. But now….I have to do something..." he explained as best as he could.

Clark walked around and knelt before his son so he was looking at him eye to eye, "Jon….I can't tell you how proud you make me and your mother. And if you want to learn how to use your powers I'm more then happy to help you. But I think you need to know that what I do isn't always easy." he said honestly. Jon nodded firmly, "I made a vow to stand up for Truth, Justice, and Freedom. It's a fight I go to every day and it's a never-ending battle. I want you to know what your getting into, when I started doing this I didn't know exactly how to help but over time I did. But with you….I want to make sure you don't make the same mistakes I did."

"Like underwear on the outside of your costume?" Jon replied, Clark finally smirked. "I know that this is a big change but….well maybe I should try a different way about it then you did?" he asked.

Lois smiled, "Of course."

"Well…I want to have a normal part of my life like this." he said, gesturing around to the farm, "But I also want to help people with that…so what about a huntsmen?"

Clark and Lois blinked in surprise, "What?" they both said in surprise.

Jon clasped his hands together, "Well you used to work at the Newspaper so you could learn about disasters and that as they happened right? Well a Huntsman does that too, in fact they get notified of stuff that doesn't even happen inside the kingdoms at all." he reasoned.

Clark and Lois once again looked at each other, "That…is actually a good point." Lois admitted.

Clark smiled, "Yes it is. But we would need to find a way to fake your Aura-"

"-and Semblance." Lois added in.

Jon held up his hands, "I could just use my strength for my semblance, I could just say that it's what makes me special. As for Aura well…..I did survive an explosion."

"You what?!" Lois exclaimed.

Jon raised his hands and waved them, "I'm fine though! And besides that would just be while I'm in school. After that I can use it like you used to use reporting. Getting scoops on bad things and stopping them as…well, me." he explained as he gestured to himself.

Clark and Lois looked at one another, it sounded promising in theory and it did allow for the same kind of help that Clark's old job allowed him. But now he could just use his haring to locate people in need. "Well…the exam for Huntsmen and Huntress academies is when you turn seventeen." Lois recalled, having once done a report on the four Academies that trained the huntsmen and huntresses. "So a year."

Clark hummed in thought, when he was a boy he had joined the Legion of Superheroes in the 31st century to learn how to use his powers and prepare himself for being the Superman that they had read of. Maybe one of the Academies could do that for him? "Alright. We can figure this out. Me and Jon will spend the next year getting him ready." he said, Lois smiled approvingly.

Jon couldn't help but smile, "Thanks you guys." he said gratefully before wrapping his parents up in a hug.

Lois pecked him atop his head, "Of course honey. Now then are you gong to keep staring longingly at the sunset or are you going to grab some breakfast?" she asked as she started walking back towards the house with her boys following her. Krypto heard the family walked away and trotted after them towards the Kent farmhouse.


Shadow-Proclamation8: Yeah I had to go back to Convergence and the Lois and Clark comics to make sure I got my facts straight for last chapter. I swear comics are too damn complicated for no reason most of the time.

Brave200: Yeah me neither! I want to get there as fast as I can but I also want to have some fun with the RWBY trailers that took place before the show.

Dcraus: Yeah Smallville was my Jam, but thankfully you won't have to wait ten seasons for Jon to become a superhero. Also I'm not familiar with that series no.

AtomicGod66: Jon's powers are sort of stifled, this actually was why Superman wasn't as strong as he later became. He blocked himself mentally from pushing himself too hard. And like his father it's going to take some work to get over repressing himself for so long.

Jackmann69: Glad you think so! Hope you liked what was done with this chapter.

Sandovalr77: Why thank you! And I actually want to change things around with this story, I've always played it safe in terms of what happens in stories but I've been finding that if I want to be better at writing then I should break the mold instead of keeping on casting to it.

Guest: So far he's just strong, as for how strong…..well actually I think this chapter is a good baseline for how strong he currently is.

AN: Finally! Chapter 2 is out!

I gotta say I'm excited to continue this fic, and with RWBY back and going on strong I'm more then motivated to keep writing. Hard to believe it's just past 100 episodes. And I can't wait to see where it goes, I've also been re-reading the Superman Rebirth comics where Jon first appeared.

Obviously this version of Jon is older, but unlike A CERTAIN WRITER (Glares at Bendis) Jon has his own character instead of no character at this age. He's a smart mouth like his mom, but at heart he's like his dad. The only thing I miss is the relationship he had with Robin, Supersons was an awesome and fun idea that not only made Jon his own character, but made Damien not a little a-hole!

And I actually want to ask you guys something that if you want to respond to then feel free to leave in the review, what is your favorite costume for Jon? Personally his first one can't be beat for me, it's the perfect marriage of both his human and Kryptonian heritage with it having the crest and cape of Superman, but being just human clothing. The one he wears in DCeased Dead Planet is also really cool looking, and the black and red S looks good on him.

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