Sorry it's been so long since I've last updated. College…must I say any more?

Well it's been a while since we've seen a chapter from the parents' perspective…

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty-four: Mutual Agreement

Diana Wayne stirs in her sleep as the first breaks of sunlight stretches itself across her bed. Her arm involuntarily reaches out for her husband, but instead she finds in his place a gaping emptiness. His absence slowly brings her out of her slumber as she groggily tries to remember if Bruce came home last night from patrol duty.

'He did come home last night…he came home early though…'

Last night's events suddenly hit her the same way a vicious hangover strikes a heavy drinker. She closed her eyes and the image of her daughter sitting so rigidly in a chair, obviously distraught, had pained her. Diana knew that the news wouldn't be graciously accepted by Eva however she never thought it would've turned out as badly as it did. After the meeting in the library, Evangelia locked herself in her room and refused to speak to her and Bruce. She also barricaded herself from Dick, Tim, and even Alfred. The only person who was able to get through to her was Barbara, but she never learned about the outcome of their conversation.

Diana knew that there was no easy way of informing her daughter of their family's surreptitious legacy, but she not once did she think that this secret would bear severe repercussions. She didn't think it would get to the point of damaging her relationship with Eva. Although Bruce kept his feelings to himself, she knew that their daughter's troubled response bothered him. Even if he swore up and down that it wasn't the case, Diana discerned that the reason why Bruce came home early from patrol duty was because he was concerned about Eva's welfare.

'Oh baby girl, please know that your family loves you,' Diana silently thought as she got up from bed. She draped her robe over her nightgown and walked out into the hall, knowing the one place her husband would be…

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Bruce Wayne sat dutifully in his chair as the large computer monitor in front of his replayed images of the night before. With a few key strokes and clicks, he was able to focus on the footage of the camera hidden inside Eva's room. Bruce was a very tortured soul but seeing his daughter go into a furious rampage, hurling her family portrait across the room, and collapsing into tears caused him an indescribable pain.

He pressed the fast-forward button to see how his daughter progressed throughout the night. What the footage showed about an hour ago causes him to sit up in his chair and watch attentively.

Diana quietly strolls into the Bat Cave, aware that her husband was preoccupied with surveillance footage.

"She's gone," Bruce manages to say evenly without turning to face her.

"Gone?" Diana repeats. She couldn't believe that Eva snuck out. She never did anything like that before. "Where did she go?"

"Damn it Diana, I don't know!" He slams his fists against the keyboard, sending a furious echo throughout the cave. "Do you think I'd still be sitting around if I knew that?"

Diana holds her sharp tongue as she approaches him. She finds him slouched in front of the monitor with his face buried in his hands. Her heart goes out to him, realizing that as the protector of Gotham her husband was not able to watch over their daughter. He was used to protecting many citizens and catching the villain that sometimes, on those rare nights, his pride would be damaged after a failed mission. Of course, Bruce never dwelled on the past too long, so he continued to fulfill his duty as best as he could. But right now, it wasn't his duties as the Caped Crusader that he failed…it was his duties as a father. And nothing could ever prepare him for this.

"Don't worry love," Diana softly coos as she places a hand on his shoulder. "She'll be fine. She'll come home."

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It was a very long night for the Kent family; it was an evening filled with pacing, fear, and anxiety. After Valen's outburst in Wayne Manor, Lois advised her husband that it was best to let their son get some air and figure things out on his own. Instead they would take a very sleepy Lucy home and wait until Valen returns. However, it has already been a day and there was still no sign of Valen. Lois began to feel much anxiety, regretting not letting Clarke chase after their son.

Staring intently out their living room window, Lois feels the knot in her stomach tighten as she sees the sleepy Metropolis suburb come to life with the morning light. She jumps in surprise as her husband places a mug of coffee on the table next to her. Her clear signs of anguish worry Clarke and he already had a stern lecture in mind the minute his son walks through their door.

"Don't…" Lois whispers.

He looks down into her exhausted face, marveling at how his wife was so in tune with his thoughts.

"You look like you're about to burst into a furious lecture when he comes home," Lois explains as she reaches up to wipe away the crease forming in her husband's brow. "You can't do that to him. I'm not justifying his actions, but we haven't been the most honest parents and he needs to process that. He's realizing that we're human too and that we make our share of mistakes. He especially held you up to high standards…you're his hero."

"Really?" Clarke asks dubiously. "I don't feel much like a hero to him, not even a father." He takes in a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions from getting the best of him. "I just want what's best for him…I don't want to see him hurt or in trouble…because of me…"

The piercing ring from the phone breaks and pulls them from their reflective moment. Hoping that it was Valen calling, Clarke rushes to answer the phone.

"Hello?" he answers excitedly. "Oh Bruce, it's you. No, no…I thought it was Valen. He hasn't come home yet…how's Eva? She's gone too? No I don't know where she might be but I can guarantee you that she's somewhere with the other kids. Have you called the other parents? I'm willing to bet their kids aren't with them…mhmm. Yeah, I was thinking the same too. I'll get in contact with the others. I'll meet you at the Watchtower soon."

Overhearing the conversation, Lois flashes out her cell phone and immediately begins dialing. "I'll take care of calling the other parents to ask around about the kids. You go ahead and meet Bruce at the Watchtower."

The faint sound of their daughter stirring from her slumber was evident in the soft pitter-patter of her footsteps. "Lu is awake," Clarke hurriedly mentions as he walks towards a safe part of the house, away from any windows and his daughter. "

You better hurry up and leave then," she states as she pecks her husband on the lips. "Find our son and bring him home," she quietly adds as she looks anxiously up into his eyes.

"I will…" he says sincerely as he kisses her forehead and fishes out his communicator. "This is Superman to Watchtower, requesting immediate transportation." The voice of Red Tornado responds loud and clear through the communicator, "Will do Superman. You're clear for transportation."

With a bright flash of light, Clarke instantaneously disappears from the Kent living room with the fierce intent of finding his son.

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Sorry it's so short but I'll try to update as soon as I can! Don't forget to review!