AN: Hello all! Thank you so much for your reviews and hits, they are so encouraging and it makes writing this story very easy. I've never written for Superboy before and I'm glad that I decided to write this story! :D Especially since he's the ONLY character this season that I care about. Well...besides Nightwing but yeah. I'm really dissapointed how Invasion is turning out. :( Anywho, on with chapter 3! It takes place the weekend right after the last chapter. Enjoy! XD

I had spent a weekend in Metropolis, and all I can say about "The City of Tomorrow" is that it's should be renamed "The City of Mayhem". This place was chaotic on a good day. I'd arrived to Metropolis through the Zeta beams and met with a less-than-pleased Superman. But it wasn't the fact that I'd arrived that put him in an irritable state. It was a certain bald billionaire.

During the whole weekend I got the full experience of just how chaotic this city is. On Friday, I helped Superman take down a fifty foot-tall robot hell-bent on destroying City Hall. We made quick work of it and moved on to less hectic situations like pulling cats out of trees and helping the elderly cross the street. I guess I know why other League members call Superman a Boy Scout. He's so noble; I don't think I will be able to measure up to that.

Saturday was hell. Okay, it wasn't hell per se… just exhausting. A patient from Gotham City's Arkham Asylum had gotten loose and rampaged into Metropolis. I woke up that morning and looked outside the window to see the streets of Metropolis covered in vines and trees. That was never a good sign; Poison Ivy really digs turning civilization back into the wild. The only good thing about that day was Batman showing up with Robin. It was their criminal we had to apprehend, after all.

I asked Superman what he thought of Gotham and he replied, "Gotham city is a nightmare, but I'm sure you're aware of that. It's like someone built a nightmare out of metal and stone."

And I didn't argue with him about it. Gotham was scary, even for me. With the four of us teaming up, it didn't take too long to have her in handcuffs and transported back to Arkham. It was nice to catch up with Robin; he always had a smirk on his face that meant he either had a plan or was up to no good. It was the only reprieve and normal thing that would happen during the weekend.

Sunday was weird. Not in the 'weird forces are attacking the city' weird. More like 'I can't believe this is happening' weird. On Sunday, Superman sat me down in his tiny apartment to tell me his secret identity. Honestly, I didn't think that it was necessary, but he insisted. I was surprised to find out that Superman was really Clark Kent, reporter to the Daily Planet. It wasn't what I expected; his day job just sounded boring.

"So you write articles about Superman saving the day. Isn't that a bit conceited?" I asked.

"Not if it's written truthfully and without embellishments."

I yawned. "I see. Why don't you just ask to write the Sports column or something?"

"I have to keep up appearances, Conner."

"Yeah, but your day job is so…boring. How have you kept this a secret for so long?"

He sighed. "I've had a lot of practice…it wasn't easy, believe me. There had been several occasions where I was almost figured out. But I learned to control my powers and I will teach you to control yours.

I nodded.

"So…have you decided on staying at Happy Harbor?" he asked calmly.

"Yeah, I have. With this entire city's mayhem and destruction, it would seem that you'd need backup on a daily basis. I'd like to give school here in Metropolis a try."

"You don't have to feel obligated to help me, Conner. But if it's what you want, I'll get the paper work sorted-"

A loud explosion could be heard and Clark focused his attention to the TV screen. It appeared that two robots were wreaking havoc on downtown Metropolis. I studied Clark to see his reaction. He gritted his teeth and mumbled "Damn it, Luthor", putting on the cape to save Metropolis once again.

I definitely have a feeling that I will be hearing more curses about my father from Superman's lips. And that I'd bump into Luthor on a regular basis. My appearance in Metropolis must have given my other father more incentive to plot evil things. You know, I think Metropolis might just grow on me.