Bruce: 36

Dick: 18

Steph: 14

Superboy: 16

Conner Kent

"Say Dad?" I asked leaning in on the doorway of Bruce's study.

"Yes Lilly." He replied shortly. He was buried in piles of paperwork probably studying the Wayne Enterprises finances for an upcoming board meeting.

"Well I know you said this morning at breakfast that you've got lots of paperwork to go through and Dick is at Wally's for the weekend. So I thought maybe I could hang out with Barb, but she's going camping with her dad. So I was thinking, well it's been a long time since I've been to visit Uncle Clark in Metropolis."

"Oh?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. "And this wouldn't have anything to do with your Uncle Clark deciding to let Superboy live with him does it?"

"Well…maybe a little." I admitted.

"Lillian," Bruce looked up from his work seriously. "I don't think now would be the best time for…"

"Please Dad Superboy must be just as bored as I am."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well I've got a brother, a boyfriend and a best friend and I'm bored, so Superboy must be too."

"That's very thoughtful of you Lilly but I think your Uncle Clark and Superboy might need sometime alone together so that they can…get to know one another."

"Please dad! It can't hurt having one more person there! Besides it's only for a few days."

"I'll tell you what." Bruce set down his pen and pushed back his desk chair. "I'll give your Uncle Clark a call and ask him how he feels. If he thinks it's alright for you to stay over I won't say anything else."

"Thank you Dad!" I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a hug.

"Alright, why don't you go help Alfred cook lunch, I'll call Clark."

"Miss Lillian if you would just fetch the dessert please."

"Ooh what did you two make for dessert?" Bruce asked excitedly rubbing his hands together.

"Apple Pie!" I called as I entered the room. "It's Uncle Clark's favorite."

"I see." Bruce said before plating himself a piece of pie. "I suppose we should save your Uncle a piece of pie to bring with you when you leave."

"You mean?"

"Yes your Uncle said that he would be more than glad to have you visit him for the weekend. He promised to arrive by zeta-tube after lunch so I suggest you start packing."

"I'm on it!" I ran out of the room. "Oh and dad," I said poking my head back into the dining room. "Maybe we should save Superboy some pie too?"

"Not to worry Miss Lillian, in my spare time I prepared a second pie so that you may bring it along with you to Mister Kent's home."

"You're the best Alfred!" I beamed before bouncing up to my room. Twenty minutes later I had stuffed an oversized duffle bag with more than everything I needed to spend the weekend away from home.

"Moving out?" Bruce asked as I tossed the duffle to the floor of the entrance hall.

"This is everything I usually bring when I sleep over at Barb's." I assured him.

"Well at least it all fits in one bag." He shrugged. "Are you headed downstairs now?"

"Can't meet Uncle Clark in the cave if I don't go to the cave now can I?"I retorted.

"Good point. Come on," He grabbed my enormous duffle and walked down the hall, "I'll see you off." Once inside the cave we didn't wait very long before hearing the zeta-tube announce the arrival of zero zero one – Superman.

"Uncle Clark!" I grinned, rushing to him. He was always so much more inviting, more friendly, as Clark Kent. Maybe it was because his dark rimmed glasses made it harder for him to look impassive or because Clark Kent's reporter suits were always significantly duller than his Supersuit or maybe it was just because Clark Kent smiled more than Superman.

"Hey there Steph!" He smiled back pulling me into a gentle bear hug. "Ready to go?"

"Am I ever." I nodded. "Look Alfred and I baked you an apple pie!" I said taking the pie from Bruce's hands.

"Did you now?"

"Well Alfred mostly made this one…but I helped!"

"Then I'm sure it will be delicious. Why don't you go wait by the zeta-tube I'll be over in just a second."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bruce asked in a hushed tone. He handing my duffle bag to Uncle Clark and waited for an answer.

"He needs to be around other kids just as much as he needs to be around me." Clark answered not bothering to lower his voice. "Lilly's better than a regular kid, she'll know to look for warnings signs of things getting out of hand. This will be good for him."

"Call me if things get too far out of hand."

"I will Bruce. Don't worry, she's safe with me. I'm not going to let anything happen to her." Uncle Clark put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, attempting to be comforting. "I'd protect your kids with my life you know that."

"It's not you I'm worried about." Bruce growled. He walked over to the zeta-tube and began typing in coordinates for the telephone booth near Uncle Clark's apartment. As the last numbers were typed in he turned to me. "Lilly behave for your Uncle Clark and call me or Alfred if you need anything."

"I will don't worry Dad! See you on Monday morning!" I kissed him on the cheek before walking through the zeta-tube.

The citizens of Metropolis were busy running to and from every building in the city. Even the cars seemed to be racing. Everything happened much faster here than in Gotham. I waited patiently for Uncle Clark to step out of the telephone booth I had recently exited.

"Do you remember the way?" He asked stepping through at last.

"We have to go right, right?" I remembered.

"Exactly." He nodded. "Lead the way Mrs. Wayne."

"Gladly Mr. Kent." I smirked walking down the street. I stopped four buildings down at the apartment building Uncle Clark called home. Uncle Clark pulled a key ring out of his pocket and unlocked the glass front door. We walked up three flights of stairs and stopped short in front of a blue apartment door. Clark fiddled with his key ring again and unlocked the apartment door, swinging it open wide. I stepped inside placing Alfred's still warm pie on the counter.

"Superboy there's someone here to see you!" Uncle Clark called out. We waited in the small kitchen as heavy footsteps came from down the hall. Superboy entered the kitchen looking surprised to have a guest.

"I have a few things I've got to finish for the Sunday paper so I'll leave you kids to yourselves for now." Uncle Clark left the room and headed to his office.

"Um Hello." Superboy said quietly. "I'm sorry I don't mean to be rude but…well do I know you?"

"You do!" I nodded. "Though I guess not this side of me. The last time you saw me I was wearing a black Kevlar suit, yellow utility belt, purple flowing cape, and a big purple bat right about here." I pointed on my chest where the batsymbol fell on my costume.

"Batgirl?" Superboy's eyes lit up suddenly.

"By day I go by Lilly." I told him.

"It's nice to meet you Lilly." He offered me his hand. I shook it with a grin.

"It's nice to meet you…"

"Superboy." He filled in the blank.

"Do you like being called Superboy all the time?" I asked him as our hands dropped.

"What do you mean?"

"Well like Superman. We don't always call him Superman. When he's here at home he's Clark Kent. Every Hero has a secret identity, someone that they are when they're not in costume. You're extra lucky because you get to pick yours! You can have any name you want!"

"But I don't really know any names." Superboy admitted.

"Maybe Uncle Clark can help us think of one! Come on!" Superboy allowed me to drag him down the hall to Uncle Clark's office door. "Uncle Clark can Superboy and I come in for a minute?"

"Of course! Come on in." He opened the door and smiled.

"We were hoping you could help us." I explained. "Superboy would like a name. Other than Superboy I mean."

"I see. Do you have any preference Superboy?"

"I don't know any names Mr. Kent." Superboy answered embarrassed.

"I've told you before son, you can just call me Clark. I've been thinking you'd need a name soon enough, especially if we're going to enroll you in school. I haven't decided anything of course, I wouldn't make a decision like that without asking you, but I thought maybe you would like Conner. It's similar to my name but it's different in its own right. Just as you and I are similar but different. What do you think?"

"I'd like that very much Mr…Clark."

"I'm glad I could help."

"Thanks Uncle Clark! Good luck with your article!" I waved pulling Connor back into the kitchen.

"Hi I'm Lillian Kyle-Wayne." I said shoving my hand at him once we'd reached the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked my hand.

"Introducing myself! I want to be the first person to introduce myself to Mr. Conner Kent." Superboy smiled at the mention of his new name and gripped my hand lightly.

"Nice to meet you Miss. Wayne, My name is Conner Kent."

"What a pleasure Mr. Kent." I smiled as we dropped out hands again.

"The pleasure is all mine." Conner was smiling from ear to ear. I could tell he was comfortable around me. He studied me for a moment and then his face changed. "Lilly?"

"Hmm?" I asked taking in his unsure expression.

"I noticed you call Clark your 'Uncle Clark' why is that?"

"Uncle Clark and my dad have been friends for a very long time." I told him. "I've known Mr. Kent since I was eight years old, he's known my older brother even longer. The 'Uncle' part I guess is more of a nickname, but it's what Dick and I have called him for as long as I can remember."

"Dick? Is that your older brother?"

"Yeah." I replied. "Our family history is very complicated."

"I've got time to hear it." So over slices of pie I told Conner about Bruce's parents being killed and about Alfred raising him alone at Wayne Manor. I told him about Bruce becoming the Batman and meeting my mother. I told him about The Flying Grayson's and the accident that led to the death of Dick's parents. I told him about my mother's death and how I came to join Bruce and Dick at the mansion. I told the story of how Barry Allen had become Dick's godfather and how Dick and Wally had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. Then I told them how Uncle Clark had become my god father and how Wally and I began dating.

Conner told me how happy he was to see the sun, the stars, the streets of Metropolis and all the other things the Genomorphs had showed him. He helped me with my history homework and taught me a trick to remembering all of the president's names. He showed me ideas he'd come up with for some supersuits and how he had a crush on the Martian Manhunter's niece M'gann.

And just like that Conner Kent and I became best friends.