A/N: First Superman and RWBY fic, not sure how well it reads or how smooth the two will blend but we'll see where it goes. This version of Superman is not based on any singular version it has elements of the Reeves version, comic version and a little bit of Smallville and the novels. Be sure to let me know what you think and please review.

The officer could only stare at the jittery, nervous mess of a young man that sat the table in front of him in the interrogation room. He felt sorry for the poor kid, he couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen and and frankly looked like he was about to be sick. He considered going to get a trash can or bucket when the young man spoke his voice weak and unsure.

"Did...did Lana make it home okay?" he stuttered out.

The officer gave him a look. Was that really the first thing he was asking? Not asking to call his parents, not why they had him here, he was asking if his date made it home.

"An officer drove her home, she's fine, a little confused, she doesn't actually know what happened, just that someone tried to rob the theater...she your girl?" he asked the last part trying to get the young witness before him to relax.

"Nnnno, nothing like that...I mean, I had hoped...but after tonight…" he stammered out before trailing off.

"Listen son, you're not in any trouble here, we're just trying to figure out exactly happened tonight," he said in a soft tone, causing the nervous teen to look up at him, slightly confused.

"Didn't...didn't the surveillance cameras get it I...I'd rather not talk about it," he mumbled staring down at his clenched fist.

Letting out a sigh the officer sat down across from him put on what he hoped was a compassionate look. "No luck kid the system was on the fritz...look just tell me what happen, just once and we'll be all set and you can head on home...sound good," he finished with a small smile. The young man, still looking grey and sick, let out an audible gulp and nodded. "Great, you want anything before start? Coffee? A Cola?" he offered kindly as he turned on the recording equipment. He just shook his head "Okay then, state your name for the record and just tell me what happened.

"My...my name is Clark Kent and ummm...where should I start?" he stammered.

"Just when you first noticed something was wrong, don't worry just take your time."

"Right well I was just heading to the snack bar...it's funny, I must have asked her a half a dozen times before we went into the theater if she wanted anything, but just as we sat down…" he trailed off with a nervous laugh.

"That's women for ya," he responded with a small chuckle.

"Well I was just heading up when I noticed that the guy behind the counter looked kinda nervous, no not nervous, he looked scared of the man in line in front of me," he paused for a moment and looked up at the officer.

"It's okay son, what happened next?"

"Well I walked up and asked if anything was the matter, I didn't think anything of at the time I just wanted to get what I needed and get back to my movie," he stopped again and let out a long shuddering sigh. "That when he spun around and put the gun to my face and I froze, I've never had anything like this happen to to me before," he almost plead as if trying to explain away his inaction.

"Don't worry about it, you did exactly the right thing, if you had tried anything you very well might not be here right now," the officer said softly, trying his damndest to keep the boy from panicking and calming up again.

"All I remember is that he...he didn't look quite right, there was something wrong with him, his eyes they were...we'll I don't know what they were, but I could tell something wasn't quite right in his head," Clark said in an almost despondent tone.

"Makes sense, the guy a know addict he was probably coming down and starting to panic, what happened next kid?"

"...then his gun went off," Clark said after a long pause "I don't know what happened but he missed me and he shot again but this time..." at this he trailed off again and looked back down at his hands. "I really don't know what happened sir, if his gun backfire or the bullet ricocheted off something but one minute he was standing there and the next…"

The officer let out a long sigh and had decided this was enough. Pretty open and shut and there was no point in making this kid relive what happened.

"Okay Clark I think we have all we need," he said calmly as he turned off the recording equipment. "Thanks for your help, you'll be free to go home in just a bit. I just have to make sure we have everything, just sit tight and I'll be right back," he told him as stood and walked to the exit, but just as he turned the handle he heard a small voice speak up.

"I've never seen someone die before."

The officer turned back to face Clark who was looking up at him from where he sat. For a moment he thought about trying to say something to try and comfort the boy but realized he had nothing he could say to really and simply walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said "It's rough, but it'll get better," and with that he left the room leaving Clark alone to dwell on his own thoughts.

Clark sat alone thinking and staring and his clenched fist. He felt sick to his stomach, the image of that man's skull as it shattered when the bullet struck, the look of surprise after his first shot, the wet sound of what was left of his head after it bounced off the theaters linoleum floor. He shut his eyes tight trying to force the images away when he heard the door open. He looked up hoping he'd be able to go home, but he was met with the sight of tall man with a shock of white hair and glasses enter the room. He made his way over to the table where Clark sat and gently tapped his cane on the floor as he smiled down at the confused young man.

"Hello Clark, how are you this evening," he said with a ghost of a smile on his face. Clark only stared up at in in confusion. "Right, how rude of me, I'm professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy," he said kindly extending his hand.

"Good to meet you sir, um…" he trailed off nervously as he instinctively reached out with his right hand, his fist still clenched before realizing this and quickly withdrew his hand and extending his left hand. Ozpin showed no visible reaction to this odd behavior and simply shook the offered hand.

"Of course you're wondering why I'm here," he said simply as he sat down and folded his hands in front of him.

"Well...kind of…" he mumbled, still confused as to why a school professor would be talking to him at the police station.

"To put things simply I have an opportunity for you Mister Kent," his answer only earned him another confused look for young man who sat across from him. "Allow me to clarify. I make it a habit of keeping tabs on those with exceptional abilities and you Mister Kent are truly remarkable," he said calmly and he noticed Clark viable stiffen and grow paler if that was at all possible.

"I'm…I'm not sure what you're talking about, I'm nothing special," he blurted out tripping over his own words.

"Hehe, I will give it to you, you certainly cover yourself exceptionally well. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I was mistaken about you. That is, until tonight when I saw the video of what you did," he said with a ghost of a smile spread across his face knowingly.

"But the officer said the cameras weren't working!" Clark said desperately.

"And as far they know they weren't, but I will say I don't believe it would have done them any good. The officers and detectives here do fine work but unless they knew what to look for they never would have seen it."

"Seen...seen what?"

"Mister Kent would you kindly open your right hand and show me what you're holding," he asked kindly.

"What, what for?" Clark asked, clearly starting to panic.

"I think we both know."

Slowly, and with his hand trembling he slowly let his fingers unfurl to reveal a crushed and twisted piece of metal. In response Ozpin produced a similar piece and set it on the table.

"This was the first time you actually caught a bullet isn't it? Most of the time they just bounce right off you, just like this little piece which has an impression on it that bares a rather striking resemblance...to a fingerprint," he told him calmly as he picked it back up and eyed it.

Clark was speechless, his heart was racing and he could hear the pounding of blood in his ears. This was it, this was the end. He had been found out and soon the government would come, they'd try to take him, they would take his parents, his home, everything.

"Most likely from when you were still discovering your abilities and instinctively tried to protect your face," Ozpin drawled on still examining the warped bullet seemly oblivious the Clarks world collapsing around him.

"Please, please don't tell anyone, no one can know if anyone else finds out…" he plead but was silenced when Ozpin raised his hand to silence him.

"Now now don't fret Mister Kent, your secret is still quite secure and I have no intention of letting this knowledge spread. In fact even the officer on the other side of that mirror has no idea that this conversation is transpiring, let alone of what we speak," he told his smoothly. At this Clark looked frantically over that the mirror, behind which another officer undoubtedly stood. In his panic he hadn't even considered who else was likely listening.

"How?"

"You're not the only one with special abilities," Ozpin responded with a small chuckle, tapping his index finger lightly on his cane. "But I digress, I believe we were discussing an opportunity I had for you," he responded training his eyes cooly on Clark who, seeing no other options, decided to hear him out.

"What would that be," he spoke in a voice just barely above a whisper.

"As I said before I am the headmaster of Beacon, we work to train those who wish to use their skills and abilities to help their fellow man in our world's battle against the grimm and...others threats," he said the last apart cryptically.

"You want to train me to be a huntsman?" Clark asked a little concerned, it's not like he hadn't considered it, but his parents thought it was too risky, he might end up hurting one of the other students during sparring or his powers would be recognized as something other than aura while training.

"Hehe, not quite, but close," he said with a small chuckle. "I do wish for you to attend my school, but you're personal curriculum will be just a tad different. You would of course attend classes, join in team building exercises, and for all the others students you would simply appear as, more or less, one of them, with just a few exceptions."

"What kind of exceptions?"

"For one, if you should choose to to attend, you would be having private lessons with myself where you would be able to safely test the extent of your abilities, something I'm sure you've never had the chance to do before and, given the rather surprised look on your face when you realized you had caught a bullet earlier this evening, you're not even sure the full extent of your own capabilities."

It was true, Clark had never really pushed himself, he never really needed to nor did he feel safe doing so. He was always worried he would lose control and burn down a forest, shatter a building or accidently run through some poor unexpecting civilian at hypersonic speeds.

"Come to Beacon Mister Kent. I can teach you about the threats of our world and offer you a place to safely test your limits and more importantly learn to control your gifts," Ozpin said kindly leaning towards Clark.

"...but I haven't attended any of the combat schools, I'd have no idea what I'd be doing," he responded sounding almost as if he were trying to convince himself.

"If you wish to attend this would be a non issue, in fact there is another student who would be joining the class in a situation not entirely dissimilar to your own," he said reassuringly. "It's not common by any means, but there are those who demonstrated either exceptional skill or in your case exceptional ability that have been granted admission to our academy without the usual recommended prerequisites."

Clark was silent for a long moment. It would be nice to not have to hide what he could do all the time and place he could safely test himself sounded like a good idea, and on top of everything else he'd be training to use his gifts to help the world. He'd be a force for good and if he was being honest with himself the thought excited him to a certain extent.

"I...I'd have to talk to my parents," he said softly.

"Of course, and please Mister Kent do not fret about your secret, it is safe with me. I don't expect you to take this at face value. But you will realize in time, when nothing negative comes of me knowing, you will realize you have nothing to fear from me," he finished kindly as stood up and extended his hand for Clark to shake once again, which he did this time without hesitation. "I'll not force you to anything, I doubt I could even if I wanted to, I just want you to know there is a place for you at my school if you wish it," and with a quick tap of his cane he turned to leave.

Almost as soon as he left the door opened again the officer who had been speaking to him beforehand reentered the room.

"Okay Mister Kent we're all set here, you're free to head home, do you need a lift?"

"No thank sir, I can walk it's not that far," he said softly as the officer nodded and allowed him to leave. Clark would be home in moments, he'd head back into town for his truck in the morning, but right now the first thing on his mind was getting back home and talking to his mother and father. They would have a lot to discuss that night.