The first step to losing a tail is heading nowhere.
Tim taught me that, when you are running, run. Don't think, don't plan, don't do anything that isn't instinctive, just move and don't stop moving. The people coming for you are looking for patterns, they're looking for logic, so don't give them any. Just move and then decide to move in a different direction until you're sure they are as tired as you.
Once you feel like you have a head start, pick a location. A place where you can lay low and stop moving, but to make that choice you have to consider a couple of things.
This is when I said, "Tim, when am I going to need to know all this?"
And he said, "Shut up and listen," and I would, because back then I thought Tim was never wrong.
You have to consider a couple of things, one, location. Your first instinct will be to go to the end of the world, the most remote place in the entire world but resist that urge. Remote places are easy to scan and easier to see if someone is there. You may think a cave in the Himalayas is safe but one satellite looking for heat signatures and you're toast. Hide where there are people, not a ton of people but enough people to hide your bioscans.
You're also going to want something that is safe, defensible, and that has enough stores to hold out, because once you're in place, you need to hunker down and stay put. You need to stay perfectly still long enough for them to think they lost you or that you're dead. Your best resource is patience, so make sure you pick somewhere you can stomach being for a very long time.
Also, when picking a place, try to make it so out of the box that no one would ever think of looking there.
So, when I picked up Donnie I headed west, towards Hawaii. It was remote, defensible, crowded, familiar and I knew a million places to hide. I stopped in a little town in Arizona to buy us food, another stop in San Diego to buy Donnie a jacket and clothes to make a trip over the ocean, withdrew a couple thousand dollars cash, melted the card and then took off…
To the north.
Hawaii was a great place but way too obvious, Tim would be on us in a week easy. I used cash to get us a hotel room near the Canada border, made sure to be seen by a CCTV camera before we left and then headed East. Tana had moved to Toronto a couple of years back and she would put us up in a second, but again, Tim knows about her and would make sure to check her place out.
I waited until the night of a storm off the coast of Happy Harbor to get close. I wasn't sure how many eyes were on the old cave, but I knew better than to risk it. Years ago, when the word superhero wasn't used as much as it was today, a group of seven individuals fought a giant starfish and decided the world would be better off with them as a team. They set up shop in a cave in the town of Happy Harbor, where they fought the good fight until they decided to build a giant satellite so they could look down on the world and protect it better.
But the cave stayed hidden.
They used it for storage mostly, but it had its own power supply, computer base and medical facilities. When Tim, Bart and I made Young Justice, we stayed here, which makes it sound like the worst place in the world to hide right? But see, I know Tim and he is just too smart to think anyone would be this stupid, even me. We made sure there were no alarms or connections to the JLA satellite when we moved in, so there would be nothing stopping me from just walking in. It was so remote he wouldn't come out here himself, he'd check the computer logs and that was it.
Right now, I was just running from Tim, if I could stay one step ahead of my best friend, Luthor had no chance of finding us.
So, after five days of running, hiding in shitty motels and eating fast food I walked into the cave with Donnie in my arms, I wasn't sure if the systems would understand if he walked in on his own even with me. I could hear the generator hum to life as a laser moved up and down my form.
A male computer voice sputtered, "Recognized, Superboy, access granted."
Oh, thank God, "Computer, bring the cave back online, sever all communication lines, if anyone asks the cave is still dark, you understand?"
"Bringing main generator online, initiating Joshua protocol, all communication in and out have been disabled, masking all power signature from outside detection."
"You gonna carry me around the whole time?" Donnie asked me.
I looked at him and smiled, "Maybe, why?"
"You've been carrying me for a couple a thousand miles, I think I'm getting a wedgie."
I put him down and he stretched, "Oh so much better!"
While he was doing that I walked over to the computer and made sure no one had been here. It showed the last person on premises was Batman and Nightwing a few years ago, which was about the time Young Justice was absorbed into the Titans. Which meant no one had thought of this place since then.
Perfect.
"You really understand all that junk?" he asked, looking over my shoulder.
I nodded as I put the computer into scan mode, it would let me know if anyone approached the cave authorized or not. We came up with that mode when we'd have Wendy the Werewolf Stalker marathons and wanted warning if adults were coming.
"My friend, the one you met at school, he made sure to teach us all how to work this in case he wasn't around," I said as I typed, trying to banish the phrase former friend from my mind.
He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck, "I'm sorry, I know what this has cost you." I had forgotten our link; he knew how upset I was even if I said nothing. I leaned back into him, and I felt his arms pull me into an embrace.
"You hungry?" I asked.
"Am I ever not hungry?"
I laughed cause we both had that in common, I led him to the kitchen where most of the stuff was automatic. I heard stories that Green Arrow cooked and maybe Zatanna, but the rest of the league were useless in the kitchen, so they had built this whole kitchen of the future thing. I explained it to Donnie that the computer would list what it had in storage and then tell you the things it could make from them. Then all he had to do was tell it how he wanted it made and…
Halfway through he growled and threw me against the counter, pulling my jeans down as he nipped at my neck. I froze, feeling this wasn't about me, he wasn't trying to fuck me for pleasure, he was making a point…one I didn't understand but a point, nonetheless.
He entered me with a shove and I grunted as I felt him penetrate me, I felt my ass relax as I let him enter me, God I needed this…there were no words as he thrust into me, leaning me over the counter and just grudge fucking me within an inch of my life. All I could do was sit there and be fucked, I had no powers with him, and I couldn't say no…I was just a hole right now, a willing one, but he didn't care either way.
I whimpered as he slammed me harder and harder, finally getting tired of the position and pulling out with a loud pop, he grabbed me, spun me around and lifted me up on the counter, my legs spread like some common whore. He shoved his way into me again and I could see his face now, eyes narrowed, mouth curled in a snarl as he began to slam into me again, making me cry out as he hit my bitch spot perfectly.
He held my legs open as he fucked on the counter, there was anger in the fuck but not at me…just in general. I couldn't focus on what he was feeling because his cock was hitting every button I had, and my mind could only think about being his cunt.
He picked me up and slammed me against the fridge door, I squealed as he went deeper in me, the fridge rocked as he slammed me again and again and again.
"Donnie…" I gasped, feeling my cock throb already.
In response he lunged forward and bit the side of my neck, I whined as he marked me, his cock speeding up even faster. "Mine," was all he could say, and I nodded, wrapping my legs around him as I pulled myself down on him.
I could feel him cum deep in me, making my own cock spew up all over my chest and face. Our eyes were locked as he bred me, making it clear I was his and his alone. He slowly pulled out of me and lowered my legs to the floor; they shook as I tried to get my breath back.
"Cool, we got a Jetsons kitchen," he said and walked out.
What the what?
It went like this for the next few days.
I showed him the media room, which was we could watch movies or TV from anywhere in the world along with the library where the league had donated a ton of books over the years. I was explaining how to remote worked to run the whole room when he threw me back onto the couch and undid his belt.
"Open," he commanded, and my mouth fell open as he pushed his hard cock down my throat.
I gagged a bit as he shoved his whole length down my throat, his hands keeping my head still as he began to face fuck me hard. I choked as his cock hit the back of my throat, I struggled to relax the best I could but he was so big and I hadn't been ready…
"Take it," he growled, "Take every fucking inch…"
I was desperate to comply, but he was so big, my hands held onto his ass as he kept thrusting further and further down my throat. I couldn't breathe and he knew it, but he didn't slow, he just kept fucking and fucking…
My own cock was rock hard even as I tried to breathe, once again I could feel his emotions, his frustration about something…
I could feel his balls slap against my chin, and he thrust as hard as he could, I wanted to tell him to stop but we both knew I couldn't…all I could do gag and choke as he held me down…
"Cumming…" he moaned, and I felt his seed pour down my throat as my own cock exploded in my jeans. I felt myself slide down onto the couch, almost unconscious as he stood up and tucked his cock away, "Cool room," and walked out, leaving me like a discarded whore.
I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out his mood, not that I minded being thrown down and fucked like a dog, something was up. I changed and went to find him, he was in the kitchen, arguing with the computer.
"…ke it myself. Just give me the meat."
The computer chirped, "You have not been rated to use the cooking facilities, I can make you a cheeseburger if you'd like."
He growled at it and I felt my knees get weak in response…
"What?" he asked, turning to look at me.
Of course, he knew I was there, we always know.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He laughed and then shook his head, I walked over to him, "Tell me."
"This!" he gestured, "All of this! We're in a superhero base! There is a freaking computer offering to cook me food! It's too much man…computers are big and bulky from, what I remember, this is…this is…"
And I got it, he was overwhelmed. He was the alpha but he wasn't in control…throwing me down and fucking me in different rooms was like pissing to mark his territory, but it was just too much to piss on. Like a wolf being forced to be domesticated, he would be miserable here until he felt he belonged.
"Ok, how about we start with my room?" I asked. He glanced over at me. "Take me back to my room and fuck me until you feel it's your room." He looked unconvinced, "I mean it, let's go room to room and you fuck me until you feel like it's just a place…"
He smiled and picked me up, "Where's your room again?" I pointed and he carried me down the hall.
My room was just as I left it and like my room at the tower, it felt like it belonged to someone else. The posters on the wall, the clothes, they belonged to someone that just didn't exist anymore. He threw me on the bed, and I could remember throwing Cassie down the same way. He pulled his shirt off and I felt my body shake as I anticipated what was about to happen.
But now, now he was lowering himself onto me and I could feel my body begin to warm up as I looked at him. My cock was threatening to rip my jeans it was so hard, and I could feel my ass flutter open and close as it screamed to be bred. The guy who used to sleep in this room would have been disgusted by me, would have screamed at me that I was a man and didn't want to get fucked…
But as Donnie leaned in and began to gnaw at my neck, I felt my back arch as I moaned, relishing his touch after so long. We had learned that even though he negated my powers when we were together, my healing factor came back pretty quick after. What that meant was all the hickies he gave me vanished within minutes, allowing him to mark me all over again next time. I squirmed under him as he bit and chewed on me, making me whimper with each nip.
He got to my shirt and looked like he was going to rip it off me for a moment and the smiled, "Can't believe Superboy is my bitch."
"You gonna stare or you gonna fuck me?" I teased, desperate to get fucked.
He made a face, "Get up," he said standing, pulling me up by my shirt.
"Wha?" I asked, confused by the change of plans.
"I've already fucked Conner," he said digging through the bag we brought, "I wanna fuck Superboy."
He tossed me my old uniform and smiled, "I'll be out there," and he walked out.
I hadn't worn this since I joined the Titans and moved to just the shirt and jeans. It was one of the many ways I had tried to be like Clark when I started, now it looked like a Halloween costume. I kicked my boots off and slipped my jeans off and stepped into the legs and realized this was going to be rough. I had filled out a lot since I wore this, the gym at the tower was made by Cyborg so I was actually able to build muscle with it and putting this thing on it was clear I had put a lot on.
The only saving grace was that it had been designed with the same stuff the Flashes used in their uniform so it stretched a lot, which meant it shouldn't tear putting it on. Once it was on, I stood up and looked in the mirror, Jesus this was tight. You could see every single line of my body plus…thank God I had been commando cause any underwear would stand out like a neon sign. Instead my cock was clearly leaning to the left, looking like I was a stripper.
I didn't bother with the boots, since I was just going to take them off again and flew down the hall to the main meeting area. He was sitting in Superman's chair with his feet on the table, all he had on was a pair of boxers and he looked amazing. He smiled when I floated in, and he gestured to the large circular table with the old JLA symbol carved on it.
I floated into the center and set down, waiting for his next order.
"That thing work?" he pointed behind him to the huge view screen that faced the table.
"Yeah…but it can't call out…"
"Turn it on."
I paused only for a moment, his word essentially becoming an order, "Computer, activate view screen."
The computer voice filled the room, "Warning, Joshua protocol is in effect, do you wish to reestablish communications?"
"NO!" I called out quickly, fuck no I didn't want this going out.
The screen flickered to life and there I was, standing in the middle of the table.
"Computer," he said never looking away from me, "Play some stripping music."
"Please redefine the parameters of stripping music."
He rolled his eyes, "Cherry Pie by Warrant."
Two chirps and guitars started to roar, "Strip slut," he said.
I moved slowly at first, self-conscious as all fuck, the more I moved the worse it looked and I felt myself just spiraling down a shame spiral.
"HEY!" he snapped, and my eyes moved to his. He said nothing, literally nothing, he just smiled and winked, and something moved between us, an energy, a warmth…something…and I didn't see my up on the screen looking like a fucking idiot…I saw myself through his eyes…sexy, built, and there for him. Slowly my hips began to move to the music, my eyes never leaving his, I could feel his lust move through me, making my body all the more eager.
I pulled the top of my top off, letting it fall to my waist as I gyrated to beat, making sure every muscle I had popped for my man…
"Oh yeah…" he growled, and I could feel his approval all the way to my cock.
I shimmied it down, exposing my pubes, gripped my bulge through the material as I danced, he nodded and I pulled them down, my cock slapping my abs with a wet thud that made us both hornier. I kicked them off and was naked in the middle of the table, dancing for only him.
He crooked his finger at me, and I knew instantly what he wanted.
I went to all fours and began to crawl to him, ass up, cock thumping with each movement. I caught how I looked on the monitor and all I saw was a slut begging to be fucked. I got to the edge of the table, and I saw him slowly stroking his cock as he watched me debase myself. He stood up and offered me the head of his cock, I licked it with the tip of my cock, my eyes looking up at him for permission.
"Superboy wanna be my cunt?"
I nodded as I swirled around his head.
He pushed me off his cock and climbed onto the table, ordering me to rest my head on the table, ass up. I complied, looking up at the monitor as he moved behind me, looking at my naked form the same way a professional looked at a breeding mare. His hand moved over my ass, and he licked his lips, "You ever think about this table?" he asked as two fingers pushed into me, making me gasp.
"The people who sat here, saved the world, made decisions that changed everything and here you are…slutting yourself on it? What do you think they'd say? You think they'd be surprised? Shocked?"
I couldn't talk as he fingered my cunt, fogging my mind up with thoughts of his cock…
A third finger joined, "Or you think they'd smile, knowing you finally saw it for yourself?"
"Donnie…" I whined, my as pushing back on his hand hard…
"Oh, Supergirl wanna get fucked?"
I nodded into the table, "Please…"
He placed his head to my hole and stopped, "Look at yourself," I looked at the monitor, my face flushed as I silently begged him to push into me, "You're no fucking superhero, you're a slut, my slut…aren't you?"
My voice was an octave too high as I answered, "I am Donnie…yours…only yours…"
"Prove it."
I closed my eyes and pushed back, impaling myself on his thick cock, causing myself to moan as I felt him destroy my pussy walls all over again. Another problem with my healing, I never got used to this, every time he fucked me was like the first one, the sting of my cunt as he tamed it all over again, the sobbing as I felt him tear me apart inch by inch, filling me up all over again…
And I loved it.
He knelt there, hands behind his back as he watched me on the monitor fuck myself on his cock, debasing myself, surrendering all over again to being his bitch. I could feel the chemicals flood my brain making even the pain pure pleasure as I became desperate to please him, the manic desire for him to breed me, to remind me who I belonged to. My back was arched as my ass slammed back into him, every muscle straining as I took his entire length and then slowly pulled off it.
"Oh yeah…" he growled as he felt me slowly fuck myself, pulling halfway out before slamming back into me, causing flashes of light to explode in my vision as I called out his name unconsciously. Again and again, the sound of my flesh hitting his filled the cave, the sound of a cunt working to please her man.
His hands touched my hips and I felt my hole quiver as I knew what was coming, he waited until I had pulled nearly all of him out and began to push back when he thrust forward, his cock punching deep into me, making my cock spit precum onto the table, staining the league symbol with my shame. He sped up his thrusts, pulling me back like I had no choice in the matter, which I didn't.
I was a hole now, a place to shove his cock into and nothing more. The fact I was Superboy meant nothing to him now, I was just his cum receptacle and I had no meaning besides that. I pushed back, desperate for his massive cock, slowly I got to all fours, using my strength to push back as he fucked me like a dog. We were covered in sweat as I watched us on the monitor, the look of complete pleasure that hit my face when he bottomed in my cunt, the way my body shook as he got more and more aggressive, slapping my ass as he fucked me, calling me names as he went.
"Fucking whore…you live to serve me don't you? Answer me bitch!"
"I do Donnie! Fuck, me…harder! Oh god more…" I begged.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my knees, "You belong to me?"
I nodded, knowing if I spoke I'd start to sob I needed him so much/
"Let's see if you do…I found this before we left…" he said holding something up.
My eyes focused on it and I felt myself almost cum.
"What should I do with it?" he asked, smiling.
"Please…please put it on me…" I begged…
He brought Krypto's collar up to my neck and I raised my head as he fastened it closed. I felt it snap shut and I began to cum…my body shaking as he held my collar and thrust up into me.
"MY DOG! YOU'RE MY FUCKING MUTT AREN'T YOU?"
I watched him on the screen pull my head back as my cock sprayed cum all over the table, "YOURS DONNIE! YOUR DOG…"
He thrust three more time, "Bark as I breed you bitch…"
And right there, on the JLA table I began to bark like a dog as he flooded my cunt with his load, his cum spilling out my hole as I shuddered in completely ecstasy. He held me tight as he kept shooting into me, each shot making me more and more happy…
We both shook from our orgasm and then collapsed onto the table laughing, covered in sweat and cum. He spooned me from behind, his cock still in me, "Too much?"
I nuzzled back into him, "Ruff ruff!" I answered and he laughed as he licked my ear and then bit it. I shuddered from the pleasure and the pain and I felt him pause and then do it again. I whimpered as he began to nip at me…his cock hardening in my pussy…
"Good girl…" he said, pushing me face down on the table as he started to fuck me all over again.
I let out a long mournful whine as my man bred me again…my cunt pushing back for more…
I'm not going to lie; this was how we spent most of that week.
We would work out and fuck. Swim and fuck, Watch some TV and fuck. And sometimes we fucked and then fucked again…it was amazing. There was food stored away, but we went through that pretty fast, we both ate like horses so that meant going and grabbing food. I decided to use my grocery trips as a way to throw people off our scent. I'd fly out to the west coast and grab us In and Out Burgers, make sure to be seen on camera and then go suborbital back to Rhode Island to the cave. Another day I'd pick up BBQ in Tennessee, buy cokes and blur out, leaving a million different false leads for Tim and Luthor.
It was like five kinds of awesome.
After one rowdy night of him fucking me on the table we laid there, spooning, just enjoying each other's presence. He was looking at Clark's chair and out of nowhere asked, "You know who he is don't you?"
I nodded, not able to lie to Donnie.
"I mean who he really is, you know who a lot of them are," he said looking at the other chairs.
I nodded, feeling my stomach sour.
He sat up and made me face him. Looking right in my eyes he said, "This is an order, you got it? You have to do what I am about to say!"
Him stressing it made my mind seize up and I knew I would to whatever he asked me to do next.
"Never tell me."
I paused; not sure I had heard him right.
"Don't ever tell me who they are, ever. I mean it, even if later I ask you, I order you right now to never tell me. Got it?"
I nodded.
"SAY IT!" he snapped.
"I will never tell you sir," I said automatically, real fear moving through my brain.
He saw my reaction and pulled me into a hug, "It's ok, you're a good boy…I love you…" he stroked my hair, and I began to cry as I leaned into him. I know it was all a matter of chemicals and shit but God I wanted to know he loved me so much. "I don't want Luthor to make me make you…in case we get caught…I just…"
His fear hit me like a two by four and I began to kiss at his face instinctively, well less kissing and licking at first. You ever see a dog just lick at someone's face like crazy, that was what I was doing. I was trying to convince him it was ok, that he was loved and that I was his bitch. The licks moved to kisses and I laid him down on to the table and we began to make out, reassuring him we were together and safe.
"He won't find us," I said once I could talk, "I promise you."
He smiled at me, not saying what we were both thinking. That it was just a matter of time before we were found, Lex Luthor never gave up. But here and now…we were together, and that was all that counted. I moved over him and felt him slide into me, making us both gasp. I rode him for hours, edging us both right to the brink and then stopping…pulling a mind shattering orgasm out of both of us that would put us to sleep for the rest of the night.
Which was the only way to stop thinking of out screwed we were for a few hours.
It had been a month, a glorious month of just him and me, waking, sleeping, screwing, just being together. It was easily the happiest we had ever been, and it was pretty clear we had found a safe place. I woke up in his arms, feeling as safe and loved as anyone ever had. I cuddled into him, and he stirred in his sleep, pulling me close automatically. I kissed his face once, twice, again, again…
His eyes were still closed but he was smiling, "Best alarm clock ever," he said laughing.
I moved over him, and we began to make out, his arms moving around me, pulling me onto him.
"God, I love you," I said once I came up for air.
He just grinned, "I know."
I rolled my eyes, "Ok Han, you hungry?"
His hands squeezed my ass, "For so many things…"
"I meant food; we can fuck all day!"
He nodded, "I am, holding you to that."
I winked, "What you want?"
"I am dying for KFC," he said eagerly, "And biscuits?"
I got up and grabbed some jeans, "Your wish…"
He slapped my ass, "And fries! And a Pepsi!"
I slipped my shirt on, "Anything else?"
He laid there and thought about it, "And something sweet, sweeter than you!"
I leaned and kissed him, "Anything for you."
He began to kiss me back and I felt the urge to get back into bed was strong…
"Nope, food first…"
He pouted, "Fine, go, leave me!" he put a hand to hie forehead, "I'll manage."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket, "Be right back!" and took off.
I hadn't been seen in Florida yet, so I headed south, flowing the interstate from the sky. I found a KFC connected to a truck stop; they all have CCTV nowadays. I circled it and came from the south, so if they saw me land it would look like I came from Florida to begin with.
I landed and ordered a huge bucket, knowing we were going to finish this by lunch easily. I grabbed a Pepsi and sipped it while I waited, looking up at the camera and smiling, knowing it would drive Tim nuts. I grabbed some candy while I was here, the kitchen was good but it couldn't do junk food for crap. They called my name and I grabbed our stuff and put it in my jacket to keep it safe while I flew.
I took off towards the South again, making sure it looked like I was heading deeper into Florida before taking off over the Atlantic and making a dash back to the cave. Damn I could smell the chicken wafting up from my jacket…I needed to get home fast! I pushed myself and the East Coast became a blur…
I landed and walked in, taking the chicken out, "I know I can't eat before you, but I swear if you don't get out here I will test that…"
And I saw him, on the ground, not moving.
I dropped everything and ran over to him, I turned him onto his back, and I could see blood coming from his nose, he was out cold! I picked him up, "Computer, prep medbay!"
I knew something was wrong because he weighed nothing, which meant my powers were working. Usually this close to Donnie and my powers would turn themselves off automatically, if they were still working that meant that this was seriously bad.
I laid him on medtable and the cover slid over and began to scan him.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked the computer.
"Subject is missing essential enzyme catalysts required for survival."
I had no idea what that meant.
"How do I fix it?"
"Subject's body is not capable of producing enzyme catalysts naturally, trace amounts of synthetic enzymes detected. Suggest continuing enzyme regime to prevent organ failure."
I got like every third word, "Can you make the synthetic thing here?"
The computer chirped twice, "Insufficient amount of synthetic enzyme to replicate."
That was a no.
"How would I get more of the enzyme?"
"Unknown."
"Where would it be?"
"Unknown."
"What will happen if he doesn't get it?"
"Body functions will cease within six hours."
Fuck.
"Computer, activate statis chamber."
Another panel slid over Donnie and was filled with fog as his body was frozen in place. He wouldn't get worse like that, but I had no idea how to save him to get him out of there.
"Computer, show me the synthetic enzyme."
It showed me an image of something, whole parts of it were missing from it.
"I have no idea what I am looking at," I said to myself.
"Restate query."
"How do I save him?"
"Reinstate synthetic enzyme protocol."
"I don't know how!"
"Restate query."
I screamed as loud as I could, we got so fucking far and he is dying! I fell to my knee sobbing, begging God, the Devil, anyone to help me…
And a voice in my head said softly, "Conner?"
I looked up, but the room was empty.
"Conner?" it asked again louder, and I began to recognize it.
"Dubbilex?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
I was grown in a lab, that much most people knew, what they didn't know was that I was programmed in that lab, educated about the real world telepathically by a creature known as Dubbilex. He was genetically created like me and had incredibly strong telepathic abilities.
He also looked like a goat man, but that isn't important.
And now I could hear him in my head.
"Conner?" his voice asked, sounding like it was right next to me, "What's wrong?"
"Dubbilex, are you really here?"
His image wavered into existence, "I am, I heard your cry…what ails you old friend?"
Oh my god, Dubbilex was a genius!
I got up, "You're looking through my eyes, right?"
He nodded, "I can, but your thoughts are hard to read, you're in distress…"
I pulled up the data from the medtable, "Do you know what this is?"
His thoughts moved through my head, and I could feel him reading through my eyes.
"The subject is a clone…oh one of Luthor's! Yes, he was designed without the ability to produce certain enzymes, a failsafe if he escaped Luthor's control. Did he have a handler?"
"Um, a guy pretending to be his uncle."
He nodded, "Most likely he was being given supplements to keep him healthy, How long have you been on the run?"
"A month."
He nodded again, "He's in critical condition, you did right by putting him in statis."
"Can we fix him?" I asked, praying.
"Well, I can make you a list of how to replicate the supplements, but he will always be at risk of this happening again."
"What else is there?"
He looked around, "From your thoughts this is a Thangarian medbase?" I nodded. "With a few adjustments we could modify the statis chamber into a gene therapy tube, fix his DNA, make him whole."
"We could do that?"
He nodded, "It depends, how do you feel about breaking into STAR Labs?"