So, here is an early chapter one. Apparently my muse decided that I would be pretty much updating scene by scene. Hopefully It'll get better. I just wanted to get something out there for the people who have enjoyed this story so far. Thank you! And as always, I do not own this.

And I will definitely work on the next chapter tomorrow. I'm already giddy about the future interactions between the members of this little family. :)

Lois Lane was busy. Well, she was always busy. Today she was just especially busy.

Her fiance was coming over tonight, and she didn't know what to make. Pie? He liked pie. Apple pie, cherry pie, or pumpkin pie? Wait, not pumpkin. That would be weird. It's not Thanksgiving.

Then another thought struck her. She can't make pie. Well, she could always find a recipe off Pinterest, but that wasn't the point! The main issue is that Clark would have had much better pies from his mother than she could ever hope to bake.

So back to square one. What to do, what to do…

Her ponderings were interrupted by a knock at her door. Suspicious. Her fiance wasn't due to be back from patrol until five. Taking precautions, she hid a frying pan behind her back as she approached. You could never be too prepared, as her friend from Gotham would say.

"Hello? Who's there?" she asked the uninvited knocker through the door.

"Lois, it's Bruce." Speak of the devil. He sounded tired for some reason - not the devil, she amended mentally, but Bruce. She really needed to stop using that expression. He sounded tired a lot of the time, but right then he sounded particularly worn down.

"Oh, it's just you." she opened the door for him, ushering him inside. He was wearing casual clothes. An odd sight for someone that was only ever seen in public dressed in some type of suit or another. He raised a brow as she removed the pan from behind her and set it back on the counter.

"What's the fuss? You don't normally come over unannounced." Lois was reigning in her reporter curiosity. Bruce was a friend, he didn't deserve to be questioned so extensively.

Accepting a seat, the billionaire (and the Batman, she thought to herself) rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment. He let out a sigh before looking up and meeting her eyes. "There's a situation. One that I hope you can assist with." Bruce looked more serious than she'd ever seen him. "It involves you and Clark."

"Oh, spit it out, Bruce. You know I hate waiting for answers." Lois wasn't going to admit it, but she was growing more and more concerned by the attitude of the man in front of her. Not scared, of course not. She was never scared. Okay, maybe just a little scared.

The man in front purposefully relaxed his shoulders. All business. But not like Wayne Enterprise business. Like Batman business.

"It's about your son."

Confusion filled her. What was he talking about? She didn't have any kids! She and Clark were just recently engaged, and having children so soon was definitely not on their minds. Lois was about to protest, but then she saw the look on Bruce's face. He was tense. Waiting, studying her reaction. He… he wasn't kidding. She had a son.

"How?" she asked, her voice steady and practical. There was no way this was done legally.

"He was created from stolen DNA collected from both you and Clark. Made with the sole purpose of replacing Superman." The words said were weighted. Said in such a level tone like Lois wasn't being torn up inside just from hearing them.

She let out a choked sounding gasp. This was real, so very real. She -they, Bruce said it was both her and Clark- had a son. So many emotions filled her that she couldn't breathe.

The noise of a chair skidding backwards made her wonder if she had fallen out of her seat, but then she felt Bruce's hand on her shoulder. He looked worried. Worried for her or worried because of her reaction, she couldn't tell.

"Who did this?" She demanded. He looked reluctant to answer. "Come on, you might as well tell me." Bruce still wasn't budging. "Unless you want me to put myself in danger investigating the situation on my own?" she baited.

He was still silent. Well, two can play at that game. They both glared at each other. Him standing, her still in her seat. Almost simultaneously they decided to cross their arms. Lois almost smirked at that, but stopped because she reminded herself that she was focusing on being immovable and stubborn at the moment.

Finally, after a very tense minute of both of them glaring at the other without blinking, Bruce relented. It was only because she would get herself hurt trying to find out the truth, he told himself mentally. "I think that the real one made of steel isn't your fiance." he muttered, making Lois relax and smile at him.

"Thanks."

"I didn't mean it as a complement." Bruce sighed. Then he refocused, "it was Luthor."

"Lex Luthor? Of Lexcorp? The guy supposedly after peace and friendship? That Luthor? Yeah, I believe it. The man is suspicious as shi-"

Bruce coughed politely. Oops, she thought. The man was pretty particular about how he feels towards swearing. Something to do with him raising a kid. Lois wonders if she'll be the same soon.

"Yes. That Luthor. We hadn't connected him to the cloning until very recently when Superboy was contacted by the man and given a file about the relationship between the two of you. Fortunately, he relayed the information immediately to me after he returned."

"Superboy?"

Bruce nodded. "That is his hero name."

Suddenly, she sprang up from her chair. "I know that name!" Lois practically ran to her desk, scrambling around her 'to do' pile of half-finished articles. "Aha! Found it!" Grinning, she held up pictures that she had gathered up from the few different online articles and photojournalists that had posted or written about 'Superman's elusive sidekick', as they called him.

"I thought he was just another Kryptonian that survived. Clark didn't talk about him much, so I couldn't know for sure." as she talked, Bruce stepped smoothly closer to get a better look at what she'd gathered.

She gazed at one of the photos, a small smile on her lips. Her son, a hero. Something warm bubbled up inside of her. It felt like pride. Then another thought struck her and the sudden fury she felt had her setting the papers down very quickly. She spun around to face the man behind her. "He knew, didn't he?" she growled.

Bruce stared passively back as he nodded. "Yes, he knew." Then he added, "but he didn't know that Superboy was related to you as well."

"That shouldn't have mattered!" She felt hurt. There was a pulsing ache inside of her. Ugh, this whole talk was an emotional roller coaster for her. Her eyes filled with angry tears. Here we go, she thought.

She pulled herself together. No reason to fall apart now. And she could always talk to Clark later. He was so going to get it.

"What can you tell me about him?" she asked her friend. "What's his real name? How old is he? What's his favorite color or favorite food?"

His face softened at her rapid fire questions. "The name he goes by is Conner Kent, the last name being a suggestion from Martian Manhunter." Lois snorted at that. "He is technically only a few months old, though his physical state and maturity are on the level of a sixteen year old. As for the rest of the questions, I don't know."

She breathed deeply. Because, wow, this was a lot. Barely thirty and already the mother of a teenager. There was now only one thing left to, not including the impending verbal beating she would give a certain idiot later.

Clapping her hands together once in a deciding kind of fashion, she walked to her coat rack and pulled on a jacket. She adjusted her purse over it and opened the door. Lois glanced behind her and said, "well, are you going to take me to see him, or are you going to just stand there?"

Raising both eyebrows as he followed her down to his car, Bruce told himself that he shouldn't even be surprised anymore. This was Lois Lane after all, world renowned reporter and reckless daredevil. Backing down from anything she saw as a challenge was not in her character. Batman should know, many of her exploits are recorded in his extensive files. She would make one powerful enemy if she hadn't fallen for the alien boy scout.

Clark better not screw this up, was Bruce's last thought before they were on their way to the Young Justice headquarters. A mother and son were about to meet for the first time.