The Kent Family were going at it again. They lived in a huge mansion. It had 10 floors. The colors outside of it was white and black. Superboy and Superman were going back to forth for Superboy to join the Young Justice League. Superboy: "There is not enough models in the world for me to join a club or a daycare with wannabe heroes for me to be relevant to be a hero. Nope. Nada. Zilch. " Superboy said, disagreeing his father invitation. Superman was fed up to his son's bratty behavior. Why couldn't he just try it out before he judged it? Superman slapped Superboy, making him fly to the other side of the wall, leaving a teenage hole in the wall. Superboy's slowly got up on one knee, rubbing his cheek to make the pain go away. His father was as strong as steel, everything he threw, kick, or any movement like that will go flying. Superman: "You are going to that League... on your best behavior. I don't want to hear NO ATTITUDE." He yelled at his teenage son groaning in pain. He picked up Superboy by his shirt collar, making his legs dangling around. He kept him up there for a good 9 seconds and slammed him down onto the ground. Also leaving a hole on the ground. Superboy yells out of pain from his back.
Superman: "Look, can't even get up straight away. You would've been dead if you're still on the ground by now in a real battle." He said looking down at Superboy in pain. He walked away to the door of his room. He had something else to say to young Superboy. "...go pack your clothes and personal needs. I'll see you in an hour. In the meantime, clean this place up... looks horrible." He leaves Superboy alone in the rooms still in pain.
Superboy goes to his room, packing his clothes into 2 suitcases and a backpack filled with personal needs like his toothbrush and toothpaste, hair brush and more. He goes to his father's room. Superman sitting on the edge of his bed. His walls had pictures of baby Superboy and him and Superboy fun times and memories. "Sit son." He patted the area to where Superboy to sit. Superboy does what his father says to not anger him again. Superman: "Look son, I just want to help you achieve your dream... you know that right?" He looked into his son's blue eyes. Making eye contact. Superboy takes a minute and nods his head, looking down at the newly carpet. Superman: "I was just like you son. I thought I knew what I was doing. Thought I was the best hero there ever was." He explained some of his back history to his son, looking at his son stare at the ground. Superboy: "You were?" He asked. Superman: "I sure was. But looked how that turned out. I was killed. I miss some of your childhood because of it... leaving you live with your human father, Luthor." He laid his hand onto Superboy's shoulder. Superboy: "I get it Dad. I just want to make you happy. I'm always a screw up. I never do anything right." Superboy's eyes began to form tears. Trying to not make it sound like he is about to burst out of tears. Superman looked at his son. "Son, I'm only strict on you so you could be better than me. You're an improvement to my life. Brightened it up when I first knew I was gonna be a dad. Son... I love you. We all make mistakes. It what makes up heroes." He hugs Superboy and he accepts it. A tear coming down from Superboy's cheek.