Author's Notes:

Sorry that I can't can thank the new followers this chapter. I kept getting notifications of new followers but when I went to check there was no history of them.

So if you have followed since the last chapter thank you it means a lot.

The debrief had been intense. Goku had everyone's attention as he recounted the harrowing events: the ship's cold, metallic interior, the claustrophobic cell, the relentless torture, Zod's menacing presence, and the shocking revelation of Dr. Gero's involvement. His voice wavered slightly as he handed over the partially smashed device, earning a scowl from Bulma.

"So you just rip it out and think I can make it work?" she snapped, her irritation clear as she examined the damaged device.

"Sorry," Goku said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "You're just so clever, I thought you would be able to make it work."

Bulma's eyes softened slightly, though her tone remained sharp. "Well, I am clever. In fact, genius is a better word," she replied, taking the device from Goku with a huff and turning on her heel to leave.

Thomas Wayne, who had been silently observing, spoke up next. "I'll go and see if she needs anything," he offered, his voice calm and steady.

"I'll come too," said Bruce, his eyes narrowing with determination as he followed his father, leaving Goku and Clark alone in the room.

"So, anything interesting happen while I was gone?" asked Goku, his curiosity evident.

Clark sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, moving the refugees took a lot of our time. Then we got here. Bruce found out his parents are alive, that his counterpart in this universe is dead, and that his dad is Batman while his mum is fighting crime through the legal system."

Goku's eyes went wide with amazement. "Wow, that's awesome!"

After a few moments of contemplation, Goku turned to Clark. "So, I've noticed a few things about the aliens. Er, Craptonians."

"Kryptonians," corrected Clark, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Right, Kryptonians," Goku repeated, stumbling slightly over the word. "The power levels were so different between each of them. Zod was clearly the strongest, other than you, but…"

"Wait a minute," interrupted Clark, his brow furrowing. "Why do you think I'm stronger than them?"

"Because you are," Goku replied confidently. "You just lack experience facing opponents who are strong and powerful. You need practice, but in terms of raw power, you have way more. I've felt it. You've also mastered your abilities. Living your life on this planet has trained you beyond anything they can do."

Clark looked thoughtful, absorbing Goku's words.

Clark was silent for a while, deep in thought. "But I really don't feel stronger. I struggled against them before you came."

Goku stood up with determination. "Come with me," he said. "Let's spar."

He led Clark to an open area in the Batcave and turned to face him. With a focused expression, Goku began to transform, his energy building as he slowly ascended to Super Saiyan 2, careful not to create too much disruption.

"Come at me, and try to hit me," Goku challenged.

Clark hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Seeing this, Goku took the initiative and charged at Clark. The two exchanged blows, each blocking and parrying with precision. Clark's form was decent, showing clear signs of training, but it was evident that his instructor lacked superhuman abilities.

Goku's movements were fluid and powerful, his experience in combat shining through. Clark, despite his hesitation, began to adapt, his punches and blocks becoming more confident. The clash of their powers echoed through the Batcave, a testament to their strength and determination.

It didn't take long for Goku to connect with Clark, sending him crashing into the ground. As Clark got up, Goku shouted, "Stop holding back!" They continued sparring, but Goku could tell Clark was still holding back. It reminded him of Gohan.

"You can't hurt me. I've faced off against stronger opponents than you. If you hold back, Zod will win. He will kill your family, your friends," Goku said, ducking and dodging while continuing his verbal assault.

He felt Clark's anger, brief but palpable. Goku kept pushing, "Do you want to lose your family too? Zod will kill your father and mother."

Clark remembered the helplessness he felt as both his mother and father died, his mother sacrificing herself for him. Boom! Clark took a blow, sending him to the ground. "He would not let his mother's sacrifice be for nothing. He wouldn't let them die again."

Finally, Clark let go, unlocking his true power. The world seemed to slow as his power flowed through him, and he charged straight at Goku. Clark's speed was incredible. Goku tried to dodge, but the speed was too intense. A powerful blow connected, sending Goku flying upwards. Before he could regain control, Clark appeared above him and sent him crashing into the ground with a powerful kick.

The cave floor cracked, spider web fissures spreading through the ground. That blow was incredible. It took Goku a while to regain his senses. As the dust settled, he stood up, a huge grin on his face. "See, I told you," he said.

Clark couldn't believe the power he had unleashed.

"And what's more," Goku continued, "your power hasn't dropped much even though you don't have the sun right now. Your body can hold onto its energy much longer than the other Kryptonians can." Goku saying "Kryptonians" was like pulling teeth, but Clark got the message: he was strong, he just needed to believe and stop holding back.

"Right, let's see just how strong you are," Goku said. "Follow me."

A few moments later, they arrived in a vast desert. "I will need your full power, no holding back. I won't be."

Energy started to flow from Goku, the ground began to rumble, and Goku started to yell. Waves of energy and wind blasted Clark, increasing in intensity. It was becoming impossible for Clark to hold his ground, and then it suddenly stopped. Goku looked completely different, his hair having grown down to his waist.

"You're the only one I've shown this to since escaping my universe. Now give me everything you have."

Clark charged, giving it his all. His fists flew with incredible speed and power, but unlike last time, Goku easily parried every attack. Each of Clark's punches was met with a swift block or a deft sidestep, Goku's movements fluid and effortless.

Clark's frustration grew as he pushed harder, his blows becoming more desperate. Finally, he managed to connect with a solid punch to Goku's head. But to Clark's utter surprise, Goku was completely unaffected. He didn't even flinch.

"How?" stammered Clark, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Goku smiled, a calm and confident expression on his face. "That is my ultimate form," he said, his voice steady. "You are one of the few to see it."

Goku then reverted to his normal form, his hair shortening and his energy calming. "With more practice, you will be able to match me," he continued. "You have incredible potential, Clark. You just need to believe in yourself and stop holding back."

Clark took a deep breath, absorbing Goku's words. He felt a renewed sense of determination and hope. Goku's confidence in him was infectious.

"Now," Goku said, clapping Clark on the shoulder, "let's go back to our friends. We have a lot of work ahead of us."

As they walked back, the desert wind blew gently around them, carrying away the tension of their sparring session. Clark felt a sense of camaraderie with Goku, a bond forged through their shared struggles and mutual respect.

They returned to the Batcave, where their friends were waiting. The challenges ahead were daunting, but with newfound strength and unity, they were ready to face whatever came their way.

Meanwhile, Bulma, Thomas, and Bruce were hard at work on the device Goku had brought back. The technology was impressive, some of it completely alien to anything Bulma had seen before. But she was undeterred; after all, she had deciphered alien technology before.

Bulma had brought her entire lab with her, and when it emerged from her capsule, Thomas was left speechless. The array of advanced equipment and tools was beyond anything he had ever seen.

Bruce, ever the quick learner, seemed to grasp most of what Bulma was doing. He watched with a mix of pride and fascination as she deftly manipulated the complex machinery.

"Focus on the energy flow," Bulma instructed, her eyes never leaving the device. "We need to stabilize the core before we can proceed."

Thomas nodded, trying to keep up with her rapid explanations. Bruce, meanwhile, was already a step ahead, adjusting the settings on a nearby console.

"Got it," Bruce said, his voice steady. "Energy levels are stabilizing."

Bulma glanced at him and smiled. "Excellent. We're making progress."

As they continued to work, the room buzzed with a sense of purpose and determination. The combination of Bulma's genius, Bruce's adaptability, and Thomas's eagerness created a powerful synergy. They were on the brink of a breakthrough, and nothing could stand in their way.

Elsewhere Clark and Goku were talking, well Clark was talking, Goku was eating more than what should be possible.

Goku had asked him about his time on this world and Clark was continuing the story.

36 years earlier.

Things had got better Violet was out of the hospital, he had become good friends with Thomas and had even explained where he was from and his parents were talking with him.

Life was actual the best he could remember.

He was currently eating a meal with Violet when there was a knock at the door. Clark glanced up looked at the door and used his powers.

"I'll get it, it's just the police" he said. "How do you know that" asked Victoria. Clark stumbled verbally trying to think of a reason he would know, he answered the door letting the two police officers in.

"We just wanted to let you know that we have found the person responsible for the bombing. In fact it has lead us to a crime syndicate, but we have been refused authorisation to go any further without evidence."

Violet and Clark both nodded, pleased with the new information about the bomber, but skeptical about the police's ability to do anything further. They thanked the officers, and after they left, Victoria sighed, "No surprise there."

"Yeah," Clark agreed. "We need more information."

"Clark, let's just leave it," Violet pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Look at me, I don't want the same thing to happen to you, or worse, I could lose you."

In that moment, Clark realized how deeply they cared for each other. He made a decision; he was going to tell her about his powers. But how? How could he make her believe him?

"You don't need to worry about me," he said gently. "I want to show you something."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "It's on the roof."

"Err, Clark, if you haven't noticed, I'm in a wheelchair. There's no lift to the roof, you know."

Clark's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "I know. I'll carry you."

"Okay, but don't come crying to me when you pass out from exhaustion," she teased.

Clark stepped forward and effortlessly picked her up, heading towards the door. "You're going to carry me all the way up?" she asked, her voice echoing with surprise. "You know it's like six stories to the roof."

"Yeah, I know. Now, can you open the door?"

Clark carried her effortlessly up one flight of stairs, then two, three, four. Violet watched him eagerly, looking for any signs of sweat or exhaustion. To her astonishment, there were none. Clark wasn't even out of breath. But how? How could he be this strong?

They finally reached the roof, only to find a padlock barring their way. "Well, looks like you brought me up here for no reason," she quipped.

Clark flashed a mischievous grin. She knew that look—he was up to something. Was he going to pick the lock?

"Mind if I put you down for a minute?" he asked.

"Sure, put me on the dirty floor," she replied sarcastically.

Clark gently set her down and approached the door. "So, are you going to pick the lock or show your manliness and break it down?" she teased.

Without a word, Clark grasped the padlock in one hand and squeezed. It crumbled instantly.

Violet's eyes widened in astonishment. Clark moved carefully towards her, bent down, and extended his hand, waiting for her to make the next move. After a moment's hesitation, she did.

Clark felt a wave of relief wash over him. Despite her shocked expression, she didn't seem scared. He gently picked her up and carried her to the roof. Spotting a folding chair likely used by building maintenance, he carefully set her down.

Stepping back, he scanned the area for any signs of life or cameras. Seeing none, he felt ready.

"I have something I've been wanting to tell you for a while," he said, his heart pounding. Anxiety churned in his stomach as he wondered how she would react. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind.

Finally, he took a deep breath and floated off the ground, hovering a few feet above it.

Violet's mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to speak but unable to find the words.

Clark waited, each moment stretching into an eternity. Finally, Violet spoke, her voice filled with awe. "That's amazing," was all she could manage.

Clark landed gently and approached her slowly. "Would you like to see what it feels like?" he asked.

Violet nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. Within moments, they were soaring through the sky. The wind whipped around them, and Clark relished every second. Violet's grin confirmed her delight.

Clark flew higher, above the low-hanging clouds. He wanted to show her the breathtaking view of the sun reflecting off the cloud tops. They hovered just above the clouds, their feet dangling as if they were walking on air. It was a magical moment, and they both felt like they were on top of the world.

Eventually, they landed back on the roof. Clark carried her down the stairs to her chair, his heart full of joy.

That evening, Clark asked Violet out, and within the year, they were married. Their love story seemed perfect, but shortly after their marriage, Violet received devastating news: she would never walk again. It was a hard pill to swallow.

They left the hospital together, and before Clark could say anything, Violet spoke. "It's fine, Clark. I was prepared for this." Her voice was steady, but Clark could hear her heart racing. He embraced her tightly, and they cried together until there were no more tears.

Determination set in Clark's heart. He would find the ones responsible and bring them to justice.

Present Day.

Clark glanced over at Goku, who was fast asleep, the exhaustion of the past few days evident on his face. Clark didn't mind; reminiscing about the past was therapeutic for him.

Deciding to check in with his parents, Clark made his way to the Kent farm. The familiar sights and sounds of his childhood home brought a sense of peace. He spent the afternoon with his mother and father, cherishing every moment. He remembered the day his father had a heart attack—how he had been ready, rushing him to the hospital and saving his life. Now, his parents were in their late seventies, and every visit felt precious.

As they sat together, Martha placed her hands on his. "How are you doing, Clark?" she asked gently.

"I'm fine," he replied, though he knew his mother could see through him.

"You don't look fine, Clark. I can tell. I know life hasn't been easy for you, especially with Violet," she began.

Clark cut her off, his voice firm but kind. "Mum, please, let's leave that alone."

Martha nodded, understanding, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. The unspoken bond between them was strong, and in that moment, Clark felt the weight of his worries lift just a little.

The next day, Clark returned to Wayne Manor after spending the night with his parents. He had tried to convince them to come with him, but they were as stubborn as ever.

As Clark descended into the Batcave, he heard voices echoing through the cavernous space.

"Focus your mind. Picture energy flowing through your body. Try to move it, focus it into your hand," a voice instructed.

Rounding the corner, Clark spotted Bruce and Goku. Bruce was seated with his eyes closed, deep in concentration. Clark watched silently.

"Good, I can feel it. Now try to focus it into a ball," Goku encouraged.

A faint white glow emanated from Bruce's hand before flickering out.

"Excellent, you've taken a big step," Goku praised.

Bruce smiled—a rare sight. He opened his eyes and noticed Clark. "Hi, Clark. Goku has been teaching me how to control my energy. He says with practice and training, I could match some of the weaker Kryptonians."

"Really? I didn't know humans could do that," Clark replied, intrigued.

Goku turned to face Clark. "Yeah, my best friend is human, and he's very powerful." Goku then launched into a story about his human friends and their abilities.

Their conversation was interrupted when Bulma entered the room, a serious look on her face. "We've figured it out. We know what they're doing!" she announced, urgency in her voice.