A/N: Here's Day 4 guys. I'm definitely out of my writer's block. ;D

Day 4: A pair of eyeglasses

Characters: Conner, Clark (with a few mentioning of three YJ characters)

Rating: K ish?

Genre: General/family(?) (you'll understand when you get to that part)

He was well educated on the use of glasses thanks to Kaldur. The team leader was always seen with a pair of spectacles whenever Conner found the Atlantian reading or typing something on the computer. Kaldur had explained that his glasses "help correct my farsightedness". Thus giving a simple explanation and description. Conner wouldn't ever know exactly how that felt. True, his eyesight had been temporarily messed with when the robot monkeys laser beamed his eyes that one time -having touched a sore spot on his lack of powers- but he didn't understand what it felt like to have such a minuscule weakness.

What confused him was when he saw his other teammates use glasses. He had seen them too often enough that they fascinated Conner. They were powerful to an extent that they could change another person's appearance.

Take Robin for example. In order to keep his identity from being discovered by his teammates, he wore sunglasses to go with his civilian clothes. They weren't exactly eyeglasses, but they were still glasses. If he were given a choice, Conner would gladly use x-ray vision to see through them, but sadly, his body hadn't developed x-ray vision just as it hadn't developed the ability to fly just yet. Plus it made Robin look cool, but, of course, Conner wasn't one to really voice his thoughts so much. The glasses added a sense of mystery to the Boy Wonder, which amused yet aggravated Conner.

Wally didn't own glasses, but he did wear goggles, to the clone that seemed like the same thing. Wally's goggles were just over sized glasses that used more plastic and were more for protecting the eyes, which kind of helped with eyesight...right? Besides it helped conceal his identity when they fought for the first time as a team.

The blonde archer was no different. Whenever she was told to come to the base straight after school, she would appear clothed in her school's uniform, something that Wally constantly teased her about. Not only did she wear that on occasion, but she sported eyeglasses with the outfit, which confused Conner to no end. She was a long distance shooter, didn't that require excellent visualization? When he had questioned her she had given him an amused, but patient smile. She had explained to him that she felt and looked smarter in school, they didn't exactly have a purpose for her except to boost up her confidence in her academic work.

With the slow building of a relationship with Superman, Conner had come to discover the Man of Steel's secret identity. That was a moment where Conner felt truly happy. Although it didn't fool him one bit, he had come to accept the eyeglasses that Clark Kent sported, even if the man had no use for it.

It was a simple discussion over a piece of apple pie -nothing compared to Grandma Kent's- that sealed his understanding of eyeglasses.

"So...you're glasses..." Conner still felt a bit loss when it came to words, still not used to the idea of expressing much of his thoughts. Clark raised an eyebrow in question, waiting for the young boy to sort out his question.

"They don't really help you see...but I'm told that some people just like to use them..."

A gentle smile grew behind the piece of pie that was held up to Clark's mouth. "You and I both know that I have no need for these." He tapped the black frames gently before popping the piece into his mouth.

Conner nodded, "Yet you use them," his face scrunched in confusion, "but it has nothing to do with boosting up your intelligence or how you feel about it, nor do they protect your eyes. When I come to visit you at work, I sometimes catch you taking off your glasses irritatedly and glaring at them like they really did bother you."

The other man sighed in agreement, "You're right."

To his words, Conner looked up, pausing in the process of cutting his slice of pie.

"I absolutely hate these things. They make my nose itch, or keep sliding off when I look down."

"So then...why use them at all?"

"Well..." Clark searched for a way to explain it to the clone in a way that would not confuse him, "It's like how Batman requires Robin to use those glasses when in civilian clothes."

"You use glasses to hide your identity?"

"In a way...yes."

Conner glared, in confusion, at the pie in front of him, "But...Clark Kent isn't who you are. I mean, being raised by the Kents gave you an identity here on Earth...but it isn't exactly...you."

Clark smiled, "True...so which one do you think is really my identity?"

"Superman...well Kon-el."

"And why is that?"

"Because...you...Kara...I...all three of us aren't really human. We're Kryptonians."

"Yes we are," Clark's tone was firm but still light, "but not many humans realize that there's much more life outside of Earth. They choose to be ignorant and believe that the many heroes in the Justice League are humans that are given supernatural abilities. Most of those people don't accept that, but there are a few that like to think they are superior to us and use violence as a way to prove that."

Conner thought quietly to himself, contemplating the words and forming the ideas that Clark had secretly embedded in his mind. "So...in a way...those glasses are a mask to those that do not like us."

"We are one of many groups that are subjected to this type of treatment. Although, America has gotten far from what we had one hundred years ago, people still discriminate against one another. One way to avoid the actions of these people is to blend in, and in my way, these glasses help."

"But we are indestructible. They can't hurt us."

Clark's face became grave and serious, "There are few that know our one true weakness and it is very possible to kill us with that."

"Kryptonite?"

The other man nodded, "Besides...people don't always attack the person directly. If they can, they'll also go for loved ones."

"Not only do you protect people as Superman...you protect others as Clark Kent?"

Conner witnessed a new type of smile from Clark, one that was filled with so much pride yet held so much sorrow as well. It was an odd combination to see. "I guess you could put it that way."

The clone nodded, understanding finally. They ate their pie in contented silence, enjoying the substitute for awhile.

It wasn't until they were walking out of the diner that Conner asked Clark, "Do you think I could pull off the glasses look?"

In response, Clark barked out a laugh in good nature.

A/N: So I hoped you guys liked this one. It got a bit more conceptual than what I had planned. I told you these fics kinda write themselves. And I wanted to write this relationship with good humor. Seeing all the "Superman is a bad father" gets irritating to see sometimes. I would say in this fic that they aren't really up to the father/son relationship, but more of a teacher/student one, but it seems like they're getting there.

Oh, completely forgot to ask if anyone spotted that "Mean Girls" reference in chapter 2. ;D