Author's Note; This chapter has gone through several revisions because they were absolute crap in my opinion. So hopefully this one works for everyone, myself included. D

Two years earlier.

Klarion had had to fight Conner for all of two minutes. Magic against brute strength. Magic always won in such confrontations, but the clone had made the chaos mage work for his victory. The noise had alerted some of the team, but it hadn't mattered by then because Conner had already been banished, but more than that, Klarion had cast some kind of spell on him first. The effect had been reduced since part of the spell had been blocked by Blue Beetle, but the chaos fire wall had still slammed into Conner despite the alien armored youth's attempt to protect him.

Waking up in the middle of a secluded alley, Conner groaned and shook his head as the remaining dizziness and confusion disappeared. "I'm going to rip you apart Klarion!" Slamming his fist into the wall, Conner was stunned to see that his hand came away with fresh bruises. "What? Did he...weaken me?" Looking at his bruised knuckles, Conner shook his head and was reassured that his strength was still his from the crater he had created in the stone wall next to him. The building was empty, but the noise had drawn unwanted attention from the shouts and cries from the local guards no doubt. Bending his knees, Conner launched himself out of the alley and swung up onto the nearby roof. He didn't stick around to look back to see what the guards thought of the crater and the cracked stone he had left behind, preferring to remain hidden until he figured out where the Hell he had wound up.

One of the first lessons he had taken away from his friends and their mentors, his own included, was that gathering information was a sure way to survive in a situation like this. There was another lesson though that he had learned from Dick, and that was how to blend in with the locals. It hadn't taken him long to see that his black t-shirt with its giant red S on the front and his blue jeans made him stand out like a sore thumb. Looking down at the bustling streets, the people were a multitude of armor and robes, ranging from steel and leather, to simple linen and silk if his superior vision was to be believed. Anyone that looked able to fight also carried an equally impressive range of melee weapons, as well as hand crossbows and long bows. Did I walk into one of those Medieval Fairs or something? Conner knew his luck wasn't that good, but he had to hope Klarion's spell had simply been a teleportation one and not something else. Something else was not something Conner wanted to consider as he walked or jumped across the rooftops, one ear focused on the conversations taking place below him.

Most of it was simple gossip, but gossip was revealing in its own way. It told you a great deal about the people in any given place, what they thought was important and what was simply part of the rumor mill that existed no matter where you were. It helped narrow down Conner's suspicions just by looking around since out of all the cities he had been shown by those involved with his telepathic training and education, the one he was currently in didn't match anything he had been exposed to. Not only that, but his time with the team had allowed Conner to see more of their world, and again, none of his travels matched anything he was seeing now.

With a sigh, Conner rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and exasperation, knowing in his heart that he was 'feeling the mode' as Bart would say. The people below sounded foreign to his ears, even though he could understand every word since they spoke English for the most part. There were a few languages shouted between them that he didn't recognize, but overall Conner understood just from the few minutes he had observed his surroundings, that he wasn't on his own dimension. Okay, if Klarion sent me here, chances are he sent anyone else he could find to this world. I just have to survive until I can find them.

While it wasn't much to go on, it was enough as Conner continued his exploration of the city. Pentos, one of the Free Cities if the vendors that lined the market streets were to be believed, was apparently where he was. That gave him a point of reference, all he needed now was a map or a computer terminal, but with what he had seen already, Conner wasn't holding his breath. The entire city was decidedly low tech, and that was being generous. The smell alone would have been enough to knock him on his ass, if not for his ability to focus his senses to the point that the smell of shit and body odor was at normal human levels. It was still overpowering, even from his perch, but there was a breeze and the sun was high in the sky. The bruises on his hand were well on their way to disappearing, thanks to the sun's radiation, but the fact he had bruises just from punching a wall was worrying.

That spell Klarion hit me and BB with, was it some kind of curse? Some kind of spell to make us weaker? I hate to think what might have happened to me if I had taken the full force of that blast. I just hope Jaime's alright, wherever he is. With a sigh, Conner found another alley that had a large collection of clothes hanging from the open windows on both sides, and jumped down to the ground. He had grabbed a handful of the drying clothes on his way down and found a secluded corner to change into something else. Folding his old clothes into as small a bundle as he could, Conner looked around until he found a pack of some sort, made of leather. Shoving them away, the kryptonian clone slung the leather pack onto his back before disappearing into the crowds. Hopefully I can find a warm bed and some food. Barring that, at least some food.

His first three days in Pentos were completely and utterly uneventful, but the information he had gathered was something he filed away to be examined and taken apart as he required. What he had learned had confirmed his suspicions as he ate a nearly ripened bushel of apples he had bought after taking a job as a bodyguard for one of the local merchants. The man had been robbed several times in the past, and Conner had taken the thieves down with minimal effort when they had made the mistake of trying to hit the merchant again. Considering the man dealt in rare gems, or so he claimed, Conner hadn't found it surprising the thieves in question had been so eager for his valuables.

Just as he was about to take another bite of the apple in his hand, Conner's ears perked up when he heard something of interest. "Seven Hells take you peasant! Do you know who I am?!"

"A stupid little cunt that's about to lose a hand if you don't move along, Beggar Prince." That was a name he had heard mentioned amidst the countless other rumors and stories thrown around the city. The few stories he had heard ranged from outlandish to ridiculous, but they all had one thing in common. The 'Beggar Prince' was looking for a way to raise an army and reclaim his throne, and he had a young sister. He didn't much care if they were supposedly royalty forced into exile or not, Conner only knew that from the sound of it, Viserys Targaryen would be dead if he kept up his arrogant behavior.

Conner hopped away from the stone wall he had been leaning against and walked towards the disturbance, just in time to see the silver haired brat back away from the merchant he had been arguing with. "I didn't want to buy corrupted meat anyway. Move!" Viserys shouted as he shoved another man out of his way. "Come Dany. Dany?" Conner looked over the would be King's shoulder as he spun around in the stone street, his worry increasing as rapidly as his heart rate. "Dany?! Where is she you stupid brute?!" Grabbing one of the few guards Conner had identified since laying eyes on Viserys, the man tried to stutter out an answer before a shrill scream drew the Prince's gaze to the source. Conner was way ahead of him.

Pushing his way through the crowd, Viserys could only follow the black haired young man's wake. "Are you going to stand there or save your sister?!" Conner shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed a sword belt from a passing mercenary, ignoring the sound of breaking bone as the man fell to the ground from the force of the clone's grab. While he didn't need a sword to kill a man if it came to it, Conner felt better to have options open to him. Another of Richard's lessons, but one he was too focused on catching up with the men that had kidnapped the silver haired girl. Her screams had since grown closer as he closed the gap, Viserys hot on his heels.

"Who are you boy?!"

"Stop talking and save your breath for fighting!" Conner shouted back, barely winded as he rounded a corner and took a shield to the face. To Viserys's immense surprise and shock, the simple steel shield shattered while Conner's face only suffered minimal damage from the vicious attack. The blow that should have dropped him to the ground, holding a battered face, only angered him as he grabbed the offending sword arm and put another hand around the man's throat. Bodily lifting him off the ground, Conner used the man as a human shield as an arrow slammed into his back. The assassin was dead, his sword fell from his hand, but Conner wasn't done with him as he threw the man into three more of the group, scattering them across the street. It was all the opening Viserys needed as he charged in, sword leading.

Viserys was good with his blade, and he fought like a man possessed as he carved a path through the men Conner had scattered with the body of their ally. Conner had crushed tanks with his bare hands, a few men with swords and bows were nothing, and he proved that as he followed the boy king, his fists leaving anything they hit broken on the ground, never to rise again. The last man standing made the fatal mistake of holding a dagger to Dany's throat, but Conner countered the hostage taker's attempt to bargain by throwing his borrowed sword, impaling the man to the stone wall behind him at neck level. The stunned look on his face said he had never expected such a move.

The ten men that had made the mistake of taking Daenerys were soon utterly destroyed between him and Viserys. Speaking of the bastard, Conner turned his head to see that he was panting heavily from the fight, while the young girl cowered in a corner of the street, utterly terrified. "Hey, you alright? Did they hurt you?" When the young blonde looked up, he wasn't surprised when she looked for Viserys before meeting his gaze and shaking her head rapidly.

"N-no. I'm alright." Before he could say anything else, Dany ran towards her brother.

Viserys hugged her tightly to his chest, ignoring the broken men around him as well as the blood on his person. Looking his way, Conner met the young man's gaze without fear, and wasn't surprised when the would be King pointed his sword at him next. "Who and what are you? Are you a giant perhaps, shrunk down but no less powerful? A man possessed by some demon? Lay a hand on me and I'll have it taken off."

"I'd love to see you try." Ignoring the guards that came towards them as he approached the two remaining Targaryens, Conner stood eye to eye with the man. When he looked down to Dany, he was taken aback that she looked up at him for a moment before shying away. "As for who I am, my name is Conner Kent. I'm not your enemy, and I couldn't stand by while someone threatened your lives." That was a half truth, but it was the right thing to say as Viserys grinned haughtily and sheathed his sword.

"Then perhaps you'd like to be one of my guards Conner Kent. You're a great deal more useful than these inbred idiots." The two guards that trailed after Viserys shuffled back and forth in anger and shame but said nothing. It didn't take M'gann's telepathy for Conner to know where their loyalties lay. It sure as Hell wasn't with Viserys, he'd bet the Kent family farm on that being the truth, even if he didn't consider himself part of Clark's adoptive family.

Protect you? I'd rather finish what those men started. But aloud, Conner shrugged before he said anything more. "I wasn't doing anything anyway. My last job's done, so I guess I could be persuaded to stick around."

"I think I'm going to like you." Viserys chuckled, nodding his approval of the man's seemingly mercenary nature. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, but Conner didn't plan to correct the would be King's assumptions of him.

She wasn't so easily fooled by his words. From the look she threw over her shoulder at him, Conner knew she had seen through his false flattery. As long as I can gain her trust, I think I'll be alright playing bodyguard for her arrogant brother until I can find my friends.

Pentos

The Free Cities

Present Day

With the marriage ceremony over, Conner followed Viserys, Daenerys, and Magister Illyrio through his palatial estate at a slow but steady pace. While Illyrio stroked the idiot's ego by feeding him his usual lies, Conner was finding it increasingly difficult not to snap the men's necks like twigs. Illyrio might have given them shelter not even a year after Kent had dropped into Westeros, but he knew the Magister had his own reasons for sheltering Viserys and Dany. A man like him didn't accumulate the wealth he had without selling everything and his mother to the highest bidder. Conner was willing to bet Illyrio hoped that Viserys would succeed to the throne so that he could collect on the reward the next king would give him for his 'loyal service', thus making him one of the most powerful men in the Seven Kingdoms. He was taking a huge gamble on the fool, but it was one that promised to pay dividends win or lose since war on its own was a profitable business enterprise. To put it simply, Illyrio was looking to become a war profiteer, and he had the pieces in place to come out of this with quite a lot of coin.

His hatred of Viserys was simpler. Conner had never liked the man because of the way he mistreated everyone, Dany especially. While that alone was enough to make his blood boil, it was the fact that he reminded Conner of himself that really enraged him to no end. His arrogance and unwillingness to trust anyone farther than he could throw them stemmed from the same place, a belief that they weren't good enough to stand on their own two feet. Viserys had the weight of his father's legacy, the mighty Targaryen name and all that it implied, while Conner had to contend with Clark's impossibly large shadow as Superman, savior of the world he called home. Conner had begun to get past his own inferiority complex long ago, but Viserys hadn't even begun to get his house in order. To see him struggle so hard to surpass his own nature was painful to watch, but it still pissed Conner off to see Viserys go about handling his issues the way he did. That could have been me, that's what bugs me the most. The look that passed between him and Dany made Conner smirk briefly, since she knew where his thoughts had no doubt gone.

At least here, no one knew anything about the Justice League, but on the other hand, no one had heard of any of his friends. There had been rumors of strange red lightning over several distant lands around the same time he had arrived, but nothing reliable that Conner could have pursued beyond that. So he had waited, and hoped that someone found him eventually. Being with the Targaryen family pretty much guaranteed he'd be noticed by someone of importance, and if he knew Richard and the rest of the team as well as he hoped, they had no doubt had the same idea. Being in the center of this world's politics would help spread their reputations around, but with him so far from the seat of power, Conner wasn't so surprised that he hadn't heard a thing about the rest of the team. Luckily, that was going to change if things went as Viserys hoped they would.

As eager as he was to get home, he didn't want to do it amidst a war. And there was the part of him that wanted to stay, to build on what he had created with the Targaryens. Well, with Dany at least. Conner sighed and looked at Viserys's back, just as the man turned around to address his sister's comment about not wanting to marry Khal Drogo. His hand fell on his sword hilt when it looked like Viserys was going to strike her, but he backed off when Dany meekly told him she didn't know how they'd get home. Their ideas of 'home' were as different as their dreams, but only Conner knew the truth of what Dany wanted where her brother only dreamed of getting the Iron Throne back.

"We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo's army." Viserys stated with that voice of his that never held anything short of arrogant contempt for everyone around him. "I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all forty-thousand men and their horses too, if that's what it took." Thinking her successfully cowed into submission, Viserys kissed Dany's forehead in what almost looked like brotherly affection. Only Conner saw the way her right hand clenched into a tight, bloodless fist as she held it behind her back. She wasn't the only one angered by his less than kind words, but he had been slowly learning to hold his tongue.

"And what would you do with this army that won't cross the Narrow Sea?" Conner blurted out when Viserys started to turn back to Illyrio. That got the would be King's attention as Conner crossed his arms over his chest. "Isn't it true that the Dothraki fear any water their horses can't drink? So how do you plan to convince them?"

"I need an army to convince, but I am their king, Kent. They'll go where I command them to go." How Viserys made his last name sound like cunt, Conner could never say.

Despite the insult, the clone just shook his head and laughed in derision. "Right. At least the Dothraki have some sense then, because only an army of idiots would follow you anywhere. You aren't the one marrying into their ranks, so who will they follow Viserys? You, or your sister?"

"He's right Viserys. You only made the deal, while Illyrio did everything else." If Viserys had been shocked by Conner's blatant disregard for his authority, then hearing Daenerys challenge him had him slack jawed.

"What's this dear sister? Taking the sellsword's side are we?" Viserys' stunned expression morphed into an enraged sneer. "How dare you insult the Dragon!"

"Dragon?! You're a pale, sniveling imitation of a dragon!" Conner shouted back as his blue eyes shone with his rage, knowing full well Dany would have another bruise, something to add to his massive list of 'Good Reasons to Gut Viserys', if he didn't distract her brother immediately. At least if he was hit, his injuries would vanish within a matter of minutes, if not sooner, assuming he let Viserys get a shot in at all. And today he's not going to get that close if he tries.

As predictable as ever, Viserys did one of two things. Sometimes he tried to lash out, sometimes he made a comment and ran off with his tail between his legs while trying to keep up appearances to the contrary. Today he made the mistake of drawing his sword and charging at Conner. The kryptonian clone stepped to the side, grabbed his arm, planted his free hand on his chest, and flipped the man over so that he hit the ground hard. Viserys never knew what hit him as the air was driven from his lungs while Conner stomped on his borrowed blade, snapping the blade like a twig where his foot came down. "And now you're an imitation dragon without claws. You have no army, no hope to get the one you want across the sea, and your sister is the one they'll follow anyway. So I ask again, how do you plan to take the Iron Throne when you can't even convince people to obey you?"

"He does have a point, brother." Daenerys quietly spoke, not quite able to meet her fuming sibling's gaze. Putting a hand on Conner's arm, she nodded silently, and he stepped back, allowing Viserys to rise to his feet again. "You always say I should stand straight and tall as a woman, a child no longer. So I say to you now brother, try to lay a hand on me again, and you will not have a hand. You will have your army, but only because it is mine."

Only Conner could hear how rapidly Dany's heart raced in fear at defying Viserys so openly. It was a bluff, but it was a well crafted one. I'd believe her threat, if I couldn't hear how afraid she is.

Shaking his head in disgust, Viserys spat at the ground and stormed off in an indignant huff.

Conner leaned closer in order to softly whisper in Daenerys' ear. "You even had me convinced. You sounded like a true Queen for a second there."

"I didn't feel like one, Ser Kent." She replied just as softly while Illyrio did his best to catch up with Viserys.

"Yet you stood your ground and stared him in the face without flinching. That takes true courage." Holding his hand before his face, Conner lowered his hand a moment later. "I'm stronger than any man you've ever seen, but I've still known fear. Facing that fear takes strength no one can teach you Dany. You have to experience it. And overcome it."

"What could you possibly be afraid of?" He was one of the strongest men she knew. She had seen him crush a man with his bare hands, and he admitted to feeling fear? The very concept was shocking, and Dany found she was almost afraid to know his answer, but her curiosity demanded otherwise of her.

It took Conner several seconds to answer her, but when he did, Dany could tell that it hadn't been easily admitted. "Of never seeing the old friends I have again. Of losing the new ones I've made."

End Notes; I have Archer83 to thank for helping me to finish this chapter. I also have him to thank for helping me to get most of the next chapter done already in as little as a day. D I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as we did putting it together. Adios guys and gals!