Author's note: So i got an anonymous review asking me to update. To tell you the truth i needed that. I needed to know people were still sticking around with this story. I was losing hope with this story so I played my twenty one pilots playlist and let one of their songs inspire me to write this next chapter.

Be concerned

Superman floated in the sky above Gotham High's football stadium. He was watching the graduation from there. Even though graduations were supposed to be a joyous occasion, the blue boy scout's face was stricken with grief. The alien did not know why he was feeling like that. Nor did he know why he was there floating above the stadium.

Could it have been the sunny day here in Gotham?

Could it be because of the path he took heading back to metropolis?

No? Then what was it and why did he feel like absolute shit?

His crystal alien blue eyes looked down at the students. He lazily scanned through them. Every single of one the students he looked at was so happy. They were even looking up in the stands for their parents and waving. Row by row and one by one names were called. He could see their faces so clearly. The smiles, hands aching to get their hands on their diplomas, gowns swishing as they hurried across the stage. The jumping, cheering and applauses from families and friends reached Superman's ears. Once it got to the K's he started to pay extra attention. He wanted to hear a certain name.

But why?

After years and months of treating the clone wrong, why? It's not like he deserves to be back in Conner's life. Hell he did not even get an invite to the graduation yet here he is. No one in their right mind would take someone back if that someone had treated them so nasty and horribly. Especially if that someone was suppose to be a parental figure. The alien eyes spotted the next graduate. It was his clone. No, it was Conner. Superman noticed how much he has grown. He was a young man now. All because of the justice league, mainly batman. He molded Conner into a "human". A living being on this planet. Not some weapon to destroy him. Superman felt a twinge of jealousy.

Why should he? Conner was just a clone! something created from him without permission.

…..but….doesn't that usually happen with humans. children are unexpected gifts. Wonderful, joyous gifts.

...he missed out on his gift.

He acted horribly to his gift. Too offended and pissed off because something was taken from him and he was cloned. He had the right to be. He did but he should have never taken it out on Conner. Superman should have taken him in and raised him to do right. The chance to do that was now over. Bruce and the other leaguers snatched it up. Basking in Conner's accomplishments.

….just like proud parents.

Sighing Superman continued to watch as Conner walked across stage to shake hands and grab his diploma. The boy raised his hand and waved to someone in the stands. Superman followed his gaze and seen that he was waving to an elderly couple. They reminded him of the kents. Did they take Conner in?Did Conner reach out to them? He wanted to know, no he needed to know. Conner had found parents amongst the chaos in his life. Superman felt proud of that. He watched Conner walk off stage and then back to his seat. The graduation ceremony was coming to an end. Superman was going to follow the elderly couple home. When they got into the car and started to leave the high school grounds he followed them. They lived in a quiet little neighborhood. From what Superman can remember, Conner wasn't quiet. He could be loud and explosive. That's bad news for these two. He just needed to check on them. From the skies he watched them enter the home. He x-rayed the place. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Superman let his red boot covered feet touch the ground. The feeling of nervousness being denied as he walked up the stairs would have been a complete lie. He did not know what he was going to hear from these two. What if Conner had hurt them in some way? What if he was completely wrong? He would not know the answers to any of these questions until he talked to the two that lived here. Raising his fist he gave the door a few good knocks. Then he waited for an answer. He heard a 'coming!' from the other side of the door. The door opened and a little old lady answered. Her eyes widened at the sight of seeing Superman standing at her door. Her eyes then softened. "Hello, Superman. What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Mrs….?"

"Oakwood, deary." She spoke politely.

"Mrs. Oakwood, yes. I came to talk to you about…." He had trailed off.

"About Conner?" Superman nodded. "come on in. I just started on a cheesecake." Superman was about to float over the threshold but he heard a displeased tsk. "No power using in my home unless you plan on cleaning. Letting dirt particles fall all over the place. Not going to clean one bit of it." Mrs. Oakwood softly mumbled under her breath as she shown Superman to the kitchen.

"Sorry Mrs. Oakwood." Superman rubbed his neck sheepishly and walked into the house. He could see Mr. Oakwood sitting at a table reading the paper. He looked around the home. It had such a welcoming feeling to it. Just like the kent farm. Superman was half tempted to float around any way and get comfortable. touch the ceiling and then help around with house duties. That was not the reason why he was here. He must stay on task. Just as he was about to walk into the kitchen a picture of Conner caught his eyes. It was a black and white photo. He was leaning up against a wall holding a broom up. There was a smile and his eyes showed emotion.

"Superman, in here." Mrs Oakwood waved him into the kitchen. "Sit, now what is it you want with Conner? From what i've heard you wanted nothing to do with him." She was not the type of woman to beat around the bush. The alien gulped in his seat.

"I…..I just wanted to see how he was doing?"

"Well, I have to ask, but why? You did not care for his existence so far. What has changed?" She was mixing ingredients in a bowl but stared right at him. A few moments had went on by and the blue boy scout said nothing. "Come on superman. I know the woman that had raised you taught you that when someone speaks to you, you must speak back."

Not a word was formed. Why was he concerned about Conner's well being now? "I wanted to see how he was fairing here...in...normal life. How he is with you and your husband."

"You think he's doing something wrong? And what would that be, Superman?"

"Maybe hurting you? Using you two?"

That answer caused Mrs Oakwood to laugh. "Oh honey do you hear him?"

"Sure do, dear. that was a funny one." Mr. Oakwood took a sip out of his mug.

The lady of the house let out another chuckle. "Please, Conner has been nothing but good to us. He helps out with our shop. Never gives us a problem. If someone was using another it would be us using him. We lost children of our own and he is filling the void. We, unlike you, want him around. He's our pride and joy."

Those words were stinging in Superman's chest. Did he deserve those words being spoken to him? "Why are you so accepting of him?...I need to know…..please?"

Mrs. Oakwood placed the bowl and spoon down and went to sit down next to Superman. she wiped her hands on the rag that sat on the counter. "We are so accepting of him because, even though he is a clone, he is still a sad and lonely teenager. He was lost when we got him. He would not open up and he rarely ate a thing. It was actually starting to affect his health. I did not want him dying. He has so much to live for. Even if it's not to fill your shoes. He can still start a family or a business create a life all for himself. I gave him what you couldn't and that was hope."

"hope…" Superman sighed. He looked down at the symbol on his chest. Hope, something everyone needed and yet he took that away from Conner.

"I will tell you this. Even though he has moved on from you, you might still be able to make amends. Though you must not be upset at his reaction to all of it."

Superman nodded. "I understand. I don't expect him to take me back with open arms."

"Or if he'll take you back at all." Mrs. Oakwood pointed out. "Now, I suggest you go. My son will be back in a couple of minutes and you will probably be the last person he'd want to see. I say come back on Monday for dinner.

"Yes ma'am."

Superman went out the back door and flew back to metropolis. Monday was in two days. He needed to prepare himself.

There were a lot of questions and did this chapter seem confusing? Bouncing back and forth between emotions? Great. i wanted it to. Please review. It means a whole hell of a lot to me. Thank you readers.