Part Three:

As soon as they touched down, as soon as their mentors and being checked over and, in Robin's and Artemis's cases, interrogated, engulfed the former sidekicks Superboy had headed off to his room. As soon as she had hugged her uncle and assured him that she was intact M'gann followed him.

"Where's the Big Blue Boy Scout?" Kevin demanded, looking around and not seeing the boy's DNA donor and father.

"He's a deadbeat," Wally happily supplied, "doesn't want anything to do with Superboy, OW!" he got a hyperspeed dope-slap.

Kevin had gone still, his very blood boiling over. Steam almost literally came from his nostrils as his eyes narrowed in such a way that half the people in the room would be dead if he so wished. His hands fisted at his sides, his knuckles going bleach white and his nails breaking the skin of his palms. He struggled not to lose it as he demanded, "Robin, get me a line with him. NOW."

"You are not permitted to—" Batman began to say but Kevin grabbed him by the cowl hissing softly dangerously, almost crooningly, "Batsy, you are walking a very thin line with the Plumbers right now. We have seen fit to allow you to protect your city but you have just crossed a line. Sending children, two without any sort of powers at all, into combat without filing the proper paperwork or making sure they always had back up of some sort. You sent a fish boy out into the middle of a desert and have harbored a Kryptonian clone for six months without informing us. Now back the fuck off or I swear to whoever's up there that when I get done with you a dream about the Joker will be a good dream." He pushed the man away, reiterating his order of Robin.

Robin hurried to do as told, breaking into the secure Watchtower channels needed.

"This's Superman, what assistance do you kids need?" Superman himself appeared and Kevin let loose, "You heartless cowardly bastard! Get the fuck down here now before I have an army of Plumbers dragged your pathetic selfish ass to a Hell Dimension!"

"Superboy, I don't have time to—"

"The hell you don't you pathetic excuse for a hero! I'm not Superboy; I'm a Plumber that had to haul his ass out of trouble. You better get down here or I swear to fucking god I will make sure he's the last of his kind!"

"KEVIN!"

"Kinda busy here Sweet-cheeks," he glared up at the screen, "He should be ashamed to have you as a father but he fucking idolizes you! And all the other kids' mentors, parents, are here and where are you? Hiding in a fucking space station because you don't wanna own up!"

"I never asked fo—'

"Yeah yeah yeah you never asked for a kid. Well he didn't even get to spend time in a mother; he was grown in a fucking test tube as a fucking weapon against you! You think he's happy about this? Everything he was force-fed was a lie and the one person that was supposed to have his back fucking abandoned him! You're so fucking ungrateful! You should have died and yet your father saved you and two humans adopted you, raised you lovingly, after finding you in a fucking rocket in a fucking cornfield! What would they say huh? Where's the butter-wouldn't-melt-your-fucking-mouth attitude?"

"Listen Son—"

"No, no don't you fucking 'listen son' me. I am not your son. Your son is hiding in his room being consoled by his girlfriend because you're too much of an asshole to even check in on him. My father was a real dad, a real hero. Gave his life to save everyone's on Earth, to save the one thing that let's you play cops and robbers. My Dad loved me, my Dad not leave me by choice but he did what was best for me and everyone else. He is a fucking hero. And I grew up with a power that I didn't understand. That made me a monster three fucking times because no one taught me the rules. Grow the fuck up Clark; you know as well as anyone else that if something goes wrong Superboy's a world-ending threat. And you won't fucking teach him or help him or anything. My friends, my family was able to stop me without ending me. Superboy's little makeshift family here sure doesn't have the powers to do the same. It took Ben fucking Ten to stop me last time; it took me trying to kill my soul-mate to make me vulnerable. I know that if my Dad was around I'd never would've gone evil in the first place. So here's the choice, get your act together or get the hell off my planet…"

"Who exa—"

"I am a top Plumber, outranking my father and Max Tennyson; I work with Ben Ten and Gwen Tennyson, the two most powerful people on Earth and in the solar system at the moment. I am the man who was Kevin Eleven, terrorist, serial killer, mass murderer. I am Kevin Levin and I have the authority to make it to where if you ever step foot on this planet again that someone will put a kryptonite bullet into whatever passes for your cold dead heart. I am Devin Levin's son and I do not take kindly to deadbeat dads!"

Everything was silent; nobody even dared to breathe. Then a miracle happened. Superman hung his head shamefully, saying, "Please, forgive me, you are—"

"Fuck the apology; just get your fucking ass over here right fucking now!"

"Of course. I'm on my way." And the screen went blank. Kevin stood there huffing and puffing, still enraged and having no way to vent it all.

"Kev," Gwen came to his side.

"Gym," he huffed, "I need a gym, now."

She nodded, looking to Artemis who nodded and made a 'follow me' gesture. They did so, leaving a shocked audience behind.