Hall Of Justice.

''Harry Evans. Age, eleven years old.'' Batman's finger drifted across the screen, which showed a dark-haired boy lifting a police car above his head. ''Super strength. Super speed. invulnerability. Two years ago, he put his uncle into a coma and has assaulted several police officers since. This is where we come in.''

''Damn it.'' Flash drummed his fingers against the table. ''Aliens, Gods, criminals, I can deal with. But kids? That's tough.''

''He is a criminal,'' Batman said. ''Don't let his age deceive you. He is dangerous.''

''Bruce is right.'' Wonder Woman said. ''Even if he is a child, he is still responsible for his actions.''

''Yeah, I know,'' Flash said glumly. ''Still.''

''Well, do we at least know where he is?'' The Green Lantern asked.

''My sources say that he is hiding out in London.''

Flash's eyes darted to Superman, who'd been staring at the boy for some time, but had barely said a word.

''Hey, supes.'' The Flash said. ''You've been pretty quiet.''

''It's nothing. I just didn't get much sleep last night. Bruce, did you say his name was Evans?'' Superman asked. In his chair, his massive arms crossed across his chest.

''I did.''

Superman stared down at the table. ''I once knew a British woman who went by Evans.''

''Coincidence.'' The Flash said. ''Loads of people are called Evans.''

''You're probably right,'' Superman said, but he still couldn't help but frown at the screen.

''What was this woman's name?'' Batman questioned.

''Lily,'' Superman answered. ''Lily Evans.''

Batman's eyes narrowed into slits. ''His records tell me that his mother's name was Lily Evans. What was your relationship like with this woman, was it sexual?''

''Bruce.'' Wonder Woman hissed. ''Don't you think that's inappropriate?''

''I don't,'' Batman said coldly. ''I assumed it was a meta-human out of control, but if it's a Kryptonian, then things could be worse than I anticipated.''

''Guys.'' The Flash said. ''If it's his kid, we'll deal with him. If he's not, we'll deal with him.''

''Barry's right.'' Wonder Woman said. ''First, we need to catch him before he causes any more damage. We can get answers afterward.''

Harry Evans made for the exit. His hood was drawn, which masked everything but his eyes, which were an icy blue. Lastly, there was a backpack slung over his shoulders, that was full and lumpy. He opened the glass door, but could not take a step outside before the security guard confronted him, ''Hey, where do you think you're going?''

For a moment he just squinted up at the man, who was about three heads taller than him.

''Why don't you open up that bag of yours..''

''No,'' Harry said, his voice a low, angry growl. He grabbed a hold of the door handle.

''Look, kid. I saw what you did.'' The man squeezed his shoulder. ''I know you're trying to shoplift. So just give me your bag. Give me what you took, and you can go.''

''Get off me,'' Harry demanded.

''I'm afraid I can't do that. Now just give me the bag.''

The man took his backpack by the straps, and in the blink of an eye, Harry had a firm hold of his arm.

''What the hell.'' The man yelled and struggled, but his wrist had been seized into a vice grip. Let go of me, kid.''

He shoved the man to the floor as if he were a child. ''I told you to get off me. Your fault, not mine.''

On his back, the man stared up at him. He spoke, all confidence drained from his voice''You're – you're him, aren't you?''

''Yeah, I am. Now buzz off.''

Harry didn't spare the man another glance, as he left the store. He ventured down the main district, where everything was bright and loud; kids giggled and a pack of teenagers skated along the road.

It was too loud. Too loud with too many people. That was a combination that never went well for him.

Across the road, just beside the curb, there was a police car, that wasn't going anywhere.

Two officers stood by it. One was drinking some coffee, while the other was lighting a cigarette, but once Harry began walking along the street, they stopped immediately.

That wasn't the problem. They got into their car and tailed him, driving at a snail's pace.

''That's him, right? Maybe we should call for backup.''

''Yeah, that's him. I know the captain said we shouldn't go after him. Fuck. Call for backup. Let's see where he's going.''

Even under the glass, his ears were sharp enough to hear every word. Idiots.

There was only one thing to be done in a situation like this. That was, marching up to the car and ripping the door clean off.

''Why won't you people just leave me alone for once?''

''Shit!'' One of them swore, only to clumsily take a pistol out. Harry just took it from the man and bent it in half.

''You can't do tha-''

He hoisted the car in the air and leaped high into the sky, landing atop a building.

Once Harry laid the car down, one of them was stupid enough to shoot him, that did nothing but recoil of his knee. ''You shot me!'' He flipped the car onto its back. ''Go on, call them! Try and call them now!'' He reached into the car, pulled two radios out, and hurled them into the clouds. ''See how you guys like it up here without your stupid radios!'' He took the gun from the second man, dropped it, and with a stomp it shattered into a thousand pieces.

''You won't get away with this!'' One of them said. ''We've already called for backup anyway'.''

''Called who? More police! You've been trying to get me for two years! You just won't leave me alone! Have fun staying up here until you starve to death!''

''You're not-''

''Shut up.'' Harry hissed. ''Shut up or I might just drop you.''

That shut the two of them up. Policemen were like insects. They could never really harm him, but that didn't mean they couldn't be annoying.

''Home is a place that everyone cherishes.''

That is something that he heard long ago, but that was just flat wrong.

How could anyone cherish a dump?

Harry marched down Peckham and wondered if he would ever leave. Windows were shattered and homeless littered the streets, and he had to be careful not to step on needles or broken glasses of alcohol.

Though no one dared bother him. Until he slipped into an alleyway, the streets were quiet. Strangely quiet.

But as he reached the edge of the alleyway, there was only one thing for him to say. ''I'm back!''

Four Golden Retrievers streamed out of the cardboard boxes and ran up to him. And so did he. ''Abbie. ''Ace.'' ''Areo.'' ''Alice.'' He took his time. Going from dog to dog. Hugging and petting them. ''I missed you all.'' He pulled his backpack upside down. Carrots, blueberries, pineapples, and bread spilled out across the floor.

No more was the criminal that the rest of the world knew. Here, Harry simply watched contentedly as they ate.

As the four Golden Retrievers finished eating, they crawled over to him. Ace in his lap. Alice and Areo were at his side, while Abbie lay by his feet. He pulled out a tennis ball and threw it, hard enough that it vanished into the clouds. ''Oh, my bad guys..''

Harry lay there for a long time, with his dogs by his side, as pale moonlight began to peek down at them. He felt Ace rise in his lap, and then there was the similar sensation of Areo licking his fingers. If only we could stay here forever and never leave. He slowly pried Ace from his lap, and got up ''I'll be back soon, guys. I just need to get some stuff for me.''

He walked down the alleyway, and they followed. ''No, I said stay here. I won't be long. It's dangerous out there.''

Abbie continued to follow him. ''That means you too, Abbie. I said I wouldn't be long. And remember, if anyone comes in here, hide or bite them, I'll deal with them when I get back!''

This time Abbie stopped trailing him, and as he made his way out of the alleyway, all four Golden Retrievers barked at him.

There were hardly any superhumans in England.

Everybody had heard about the ones in America, but England was normal. A place where the criminals were normal, and the problems were mundane.

So Harry stood out. Of course, he had met a few other Meta-Humans, but they were all weak.

Nobody in England could understand him, so when Harry saw in the news that the Justice League had been spotted in England, he wasn't sure what to think.

Feelings that had not surged through him in years materialized in his chest.

They're here for you, Harry. Don't be stupid.

That was the only thought that crossed his mind. In two years no one had been able to put a scratch on him, so they called in the big guns.

Harry quickened his pace, but not quick enough to seem unnatural. He crossed the street, and inside the store, he stole from earlier, there they were.

The security guard and Superman were talking, and he could hear every word.

''Wait, he's behind you!''

And then Superman turned around to look at him.

Harry quickened his pace again, falling into a sprint, that caused the cars to seem as if they had gone still.

But then, suddenly, a flash of scarlet raced by him.

''You're pretty fast, kid.'' The Flash said. ''But not fast enough.''

Harry cocked his fist back, and it went through the Flash as if he were a phantom.

''If I couldn't phase, then I'd be toast. Come on, we don't need to fight.''

Harry turned left and leaped through a window, but someone else was already there.

''Stop where you are.'' Wonder Woman demanded. ''Running away will just make things worse.''

''Leave me alone!'' Harry jumped out of another window. He rolled across the grass, fragments of glass laced in his hair, and an emerald sphere started to surround him. He shattered it.

''Kid, you do know that you won't be able to get away forever?'' The Green Lantern asked. ''Just come with us and-''

''I'm not coming with you, just leave me alone!'' Harry ripped a traffic cone out of the ground and hurled it, but the Green Lantern sliced it like paper, with a green blade.

''Don't say I didn't warn you.''

Harry bolted again, charging through house after house, where children screamed and grown men backed away until he found himself in an empty factory.

An empty factory, where Martian Manhunter floated down from the ceiling, and Harry felt himself about to reach his boiling point.

''Why can't you people just leave me alone for once!''

Martian Manhunter watched in silence as he went for him like an angry lion, catching his fist at the last moment.

''Let Me Go!'' He struggled, jerked his hand, once, twice, and it was only on his third attempt that he was able to free himself.

''Do you need any help, Jon?''

''No need. I have this covered.''

He jumped through the ceiling, and up to the rooftop.

Debris covered him and he was about to jump, but once a strange green rock rolled in front of him, Harry toppled.

His fingers dug into his head and he screamed. Pain pulsed through him and his fingers twitched.

''So you are a Krytonion.''

''What did you do?'' Harry yelled, his arms slackening. ''What did you do!''

''Bruce.'' Superman flew high above them, with his arms folded across his chest. ''Don't you think that's enough?''

Batman ignored the other man. He pulled out a silver wire and wrapped it around him from a distance, before finally putting the rock in his utility belt.

''You won't be able to escape,'' Batman said. ''That wire was made to restrain the most powerful beings on the planet.

''Let me go!''

Superman and Martian Manhunter went up from behind him and pulled him up to his feet. ''I said let me go!'' He roared, a look of madness crossing his face. ''I said let me go! Let me go! Because when I get out I'm going to kill you!''

''Just calm down,'' Superman said. ''We will let you go when you calm down.''

''I told you to leave me alone, but you just won't!''

The boiling point had been reached and a fiery ray bursted from his eyes. Wonder Woman slid in front of him, to cross her arms in an X formation, and a pair of silvery brackets absorbed the blast.

''I will k-''

Something sharp stabbed him in the neck, and the world faded.

''Bruce, have the results come back yet?'' Superman asked, as he looked inside the cell, which was barred by a see-through door.

''Do you really need results?'' The Flash asked. ''You saw what he did, right, who else can use heat vision?''

''They did,'' Batman admitted. ''He is your child.''

Superman closed his eyes. ''I thought so. Do we know where Lily is?''

''There is very little data on his mother,'' Batman revealed. ''Too little data. After her childhood, there is an insignificant amount of information on her.''

''That can't be right.'' Superman folded his arms across his chest. ''I didn't know her for long, but by the time I met her, we were already adults. Is she trying to hide her identity?''

''Possibly,'' Batman said, narrowing his eyes. ''Kryptonian wasn't the only thing I found in his bloodwork.''

''So what.'' The Green Lantern said. ''This Lily's an Alien or something?''

''I don't know. It isn't something that I have seen before. There is a possibility that it is because of the mix of his Kryptonian and human blood. It is something I will look into in the future.

''Maybe,'' Superman said slowly. ''I know you said there wasn't much data, but where is his mother?''

''Deceased,'' Batman answered. ''7 years ago, she died in a car crash.''

''I don't remember her driving,'' Superman said, the implication clear.

''You think that was just a cover-up or something?'' The Flash asked.

''That is a possibility,'' Batman answered. ''There is also little information on her death, nor was there a funereal.''

''Wait.'' The Green Lantern joined in. ''Are you saying she is alive?''

Batman simply said. ''I don't know.''

''This is still a problem, a big problem.'' The Flash said, his voice snapping Superman from his thoughts. ''He's a mini Superman. I don't think I need to go on.''

''His powers haven't matured, but yes. Given time, he could become a problem.''

''So what should we do?'' The Flash asked. ''The Hall Of Justice isn't a prison. And we can't exactly send him to Juvie. They won't be able to handle him.''

''I have associates in Iron Heights,'' Batman said.

''Bruce, you can't be serious,'' Superman said sharply. ''He's only eleven.''

''He is a criminal,'' Batman said coldly. ''Him being your son doesn't change that.''

''I know that, Bruce. I do. I really do. And even if he wasn't, I'd still say the same. Steelgate is for the worst of the worst. Murderers. Rapists. Terrorists. Not 11 year olds. I know what he's done is bad, but is it Steelgate bad?''

''What has he actually done?'' The Flash questioned. ''I know he's attacked a few Police Officers, but what else has he done?''

''He beat his uncle until he was comatose. He has assaulted several Police Officers. Robbery.''

Superman frowned ''I'm not saying he shouldn't be punished. I'm not. But we don't know the full story. I remember when I was his age it was almost impossible to control my strength. I even almost hurt my parents. We don't know if it was an accident or not. I'm the only one who can deal with him, Ironheights won't be able to hold him.''

''Clarks right,'' Flash said. ''He's a kid, but a kid that strong is going to escape Ironheight.''

''I will take him in,'' Superman said steely. ''Even if we do send him to Steelgate, he'll get out one day, and when he does he will spite the world. Let me take him. He is my son, I won't let him go down a darker path than he already has.''

Silence filled the room, only to be broken by Flash.

''If anyone can set him right, it's you.''

''I can,'' Superman said. ''I remember when I first met my cousin…. She was in a bad place too.''

''Was she a criminal?''

He held Batman's gaze. ''Well, she did attack me. I get that the situations were different. She was just lost. He is lost. We aren't talking about a seasoned criminal, but an angry child.''

''If he goes back to a life of crime, I will be watching.''

That was the best he could've gotten from Batman, and he understood.

''I know.''

Sleep was something that Harry once cherished, the life he lived inside the cupboard under the stairs could be forgotten in the land of dreams.

But now? He despised sleep.

So much could happen to someone when asleep. Like being taken advantage of, robbed, or even murdered.

So when his eyes opened, Harry immediately sprung to his feet, in a dark, cold cell, and grabbed a hold of the metal bars, but could not bend them.

''Those bars are special. I don't even know if I'd be able to break them.''

Superman loomed behind him, in his blue costume. It was surreal in a way. Superman was here. Not to protect him, but to stop him.

''What are you d-'' He leaped to the ceiling, and after failing to crack it, he went for the walls. Once that failed as well he jumped back down and yelled. ''Let me out.''

''I'm afraid I can't do that just yet. Can you sit down for a moment, so we can talk?''

He went for the man, but his fist was caught.''

''Calm down. This won't solve anything. I just want to talk.''

''I said let me out!''

Superman let go of his fist. ''After we talk.''

He stopped his punch midway. ''What?''

''Have you calmed down now? I just want to talk.''

''What do you want?'' He said quietly, but not kindly.

''What's your name?'' Superman sat down on the bed and looked him in the eye. ''It's Harry, isn't it.''

He didn't answer.

''Well, Harry. It's nice to meet you. My name is Clark.''

Harry backed away. ''What – why are you telling me this?''

Superman smiled lightly. ''Is there a reason why I shouldn't?''

''Because I'm me, and you're Superman.''

''You're you?''

''I'm in here!'' He yelled. ''I'm in a prison cell.''

''Well, I have been in a prison cell before.''

He frowned. ''No, you haven't. You're Superman.''

''I have. I won't say that the circumstances were the same, but I have.'' Superman tapped the S insignia on his chest. ''This doesn't mean I can't get into trouble like everyone else.''

''You're still probably lying. I'm not dumb.''

''I hope that you will believe me when we get to know each other then,'' Superman said kindly. ''Can I ask you a question?''

''What?''

''How old were you when you got your powers? I remember I was your age when mine came, and it really was scary.''

''Does it matter?''He said, before adding, a little calmer. ''I don't know… when I was eight or nine.''

Superman nodded. ''And how old are you now?''

Harry almost said, ''Why do you care?'' But in the end, he gave the truth, ''Eleven.''

''I see. So that's two to three years ago? I remember when I first got my powers. Do you remember the first time you used them?''

He turned away. ''Why do you care?''

''Well, when I was your age… I remember my powers were difficult to control.''

''I can control them.'' He lifted his hand in front of his face. ''I can now.''

''That's good. That's good.'' And slowly, Superman said. ''I heard about what happened to your uncle.''

His eyes darkened. ''Are you trying to make me feel bad?''

''I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad.''

''Well, is he dead yet? I'm glad about what happened to him!''

Superman shot him a look.

''So you are trying to make me feel bad!'' He yelled. ''You're just like everybody else! You're like the police! You're like them all! You don't know what he was like! You don't know like everyone else!''

At that, Superman just smiled. ''Then tell me.''

Harry held eye contact for about two seconds before turning away.

''Why does it matter anyway? I know what you're doing! You're just pretending to care until you send me to prison! Then you'll probably laugh about it to the rest of your friends!''

''That's not what I'm trying to do at all,'' Superman said softly.

''Yes, it is!''

''It isn't. I promise you.'' Superman said. ''' I meant what I said. I'm just here to talk to you. If you don't want to talk about it then we won't.''

His eyes finally returned to Superman.

''You're strong,'' Superman said. ''Almost as strong as me.''

He pulled a face. ''No, I'm not.''

''Maybe right now. Have you ever wondered where you got your powers from?''

He shrugged. ''I don't know. I'm just weird, I guess.''

''Having powers doesn't make you weird.'' Superman said ''I remember I used to think I was odd because I was different, but being different doesn't make you weird.''

''Yeah, well I'm not you. I'm in a prison cell.''

''You aren't me.'' Superman looked at him silently for a moment. ''But.'' He paused again. ''You are my son.''