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We Love Our Two Dads

Prologue: The Final Straw

It was just another day in the Bank of Metropolis, people lining up in front of banking windows to either cash-in their checks or simply withdraw money for later usage like groceries or shopping. The building itself was large, twenty stories high and decorated wall to wall with portraits of people throughout the bank's history. Starting in the 18th century when Metropolis was being built, the building went from a simple construction project to a symbol of the wealth and prosperity that the city had gained.

One man in particular felt exhausted after his day at the Daily Planet, and had to endure the mindless gossip that he failed to tune out. At least the security cameras weren't making any of those electronic noises they usually made whenever they rotated. His boss, Perry White, had called his most recent story a "half-baked excuse of a paper" despite it focusing on the Justice League's triumph against the Injustice League and their mutant plants (though he didn't mention how the real heroes were the band of sidekicks that Batman referred to as "The Team" for reasons of secrecy and safety), Jimmy somehow got his head stuck in the toilet seat twelve times over the course of an hour, Lois wouldn't stop bragging about how her new boyfriend was so much more attentive than he was when they dated, and then there was that…other matter that his "brooding" friend would not drop for any given reason.

Lois had discussed the reason for their break-up with him in his apartment after work only three days ago, where no one would be the wiser about the man's double-life as a superhero.

"Sorry Smallville," Lois said in a tone that didn't sound sorry, "But between fighting Luthor, saving the world with the Justice League, and work, there's been just so much time we could spend together.

"I like you Clark," Lois' voice sounded really sincere this time, "I really do. But there is just so much we both need to get straight. I need to keep Perry from breathing over my shoulder all the time like a pervert, and you have to find balance in your life. There are so many things that you have to deal with at the moment. Like someone else in your life?"

Clark's heart nearly stopped when she said this, "What are you talking about? Are you asking me if I've been cheating on you?"

Lois glared at him, "Don't play dumb with me, Kent! Bruce wanted to let me know how you can't even look at a teenager wearing your S symbol in the eye without finding an excuse to leave. Give the kid a chance! He wants to know you."

"Well I'm not the right person he should know!" Clark snapped, "He'll just be embarrassed that he's a clone and"-

"Clark Jerome Kent!" Oh great, not the middle name! "Conner is not a clone, he is-"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Clark sputtered out, "It has a name?!"

"Yes, he does," Lois retorted coldly. Clark never saw her that hurt in the past nine years of knowing her. Now he knew he said the wrong thing this time. More wrong than that time where he accidentally said that the dress that Lois wore made her look fat in front of the entire office...he wasn't expecting to find her high-heeled shoes digging into his crotch or for him to feel any pain at all. He was the Man of Steel for God's sake! You'd expect the apparatus below to be a little tougher than that.

"And that is why we can't stay together, Head of Lead. When you feel like being a responsible parent, come find me. No. How about you find Conner first!" And with that, Lois Lane stormed out of the room and slammed the apartment door shut behind her, causing several pictures on the wall to fall off.

Ever since that argument, Lois seemed to have made it her goal to keep Clark as annoyed and miserable as possible. Yesterday, she hacked into his computer and downloaded some pictures onto it that he was certain would ruin his career if they were ever leaked onto Facebook. Or at least give most women the idea that he was gay. Then, she encased his staplers in jello,-how was that possible outside of The Office? -And the most recent-and offensive- sabotage was decorating his desk with Batman novelties. Batman bobble heads, coffee mugs, even Batman-themed underwear found their way onto Clark's desk and drawers. And before his shift ended, he swore he saw Lois giving Perry a thumbs-up and mouthed the words,

"Thanks Perry, you're the best!"

Did she convince Perry to turn down Clark's most recent article for a stupid story about a cat that resembled the Joker? What is this world coming too?!

While he was lost in his thoughts, something hard and metallic hit him across the head. WHACK! Because of his invulnerability to almost everything, it only felt like a feather duster to Clark, but he still had to fall over as if in pain to deflect any attention. His glasses slid across the smooth, elegant floor and left Clark feeling more vulnerable.

A thick leather glove grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled the "dazed" reporter to his feet again. Clark found himself staring face to face with the owner of the gloved hand; a ski mask covered the face but Clark knew that it was a man, an equally black turtleneck covered the majority of his torso while a brown leather jacket helped conceal the arms, and graying pants combined with heavy-looking combat boots completed the menacing look…not that Clark was scared.

The masked man growled, "Hey buddy! You deaf or something? I told everyone to line up along the freaking wall! Now get to it!" And with that, he pointed his AK-27 at the reporter.

Clark held up his hands in surrender and proceeded to the west wall where all of the frightened patrons stood. Some had bloody noses, others were clutching petrified children. And all of them were handing over wallets and other valuables to at least twenty other similarly masked men. He looked up at the walls, wondering if someone was going to call security when he noticed that none of the cameras were moving at all. Of course, they were disabled! That's why Clark couldn't hear them today!

How could he have been so oblivious to his surroundings? If he wasn't so caught up in thinking about…him, then he could have excused himself, left the building and come back as Superman before the holdup could commence. The reporter almost reached the wall the click! of a gun made him turn around.

"Hold it, Four-Eyes!" The masked man pointed the weapon at Clark, "Valuables."

Clark grumbled under his breath. He detached his pocket watch from his pants and pulled out his wallet, but lost grip on it and let the piece of leather fall to the ground. And the worst part about it was that it opened itself to reveal its contents: two ten dollar bills, his driver's license, and-oh God! If that robber saw that!

"Now what's this?" Too late!

The robber picked up the item and looked very closely at it, and then seemed to smirk at the reporter (if a scrunched up face concealed by a mask was considered a smirk at all.)

He then held it up to the reporter's face where it could be seen. It showed him in a fluffy pink bathrobe and a green face-mask that only old-fashioned ladies wore at night. His mouth was wide open in shock and he had tried to cover the camera lens in vain, as he moved his hand too slow and could only be seen as a blur. It was a blackmail photo that Clark had managed to get away from Lois last week...and now this idiot has it! The Fates are not being kind at all today.

"Is Mister Four-Eyes hiding a little secret?" The robber sneered.

Clark wanted so badly to make a smart retort, but was concerned about putting the other civilians in danger. But when he saw a black blur right behind the crook, he said the last thing that he expected to come out of his mouth,

"Look out, there's someone behind you!"

But the warning came too late as a strong arm had swung down and collided with the robber's back. Clark looked up at his savior and almost frowned at the sight. The figure stood at least five feet and seven inches tall. Short black-jet hair covered his head. But the thing that made Clark want to scream was the black T-shirt that covered the young man's torso. Right in the middle of the shirt was the red S that was often referred to as Superman's symbol.

The boy picked something off of the ground and handed it to Clark.

"These yours?" He asked politely. In his hands were Clark's glasses. Clark nodded numbly and quickly snatched them from the...whatever it was' hands before he could get a good look at the reporter. The boy then turned around and face the other crooks.

The remaining robbers looked on with shock at the boy before sneering. One man went as far as to pull a young girl from the crowd of hostages and point his gun at her.

"Alright 'hero'," sneered the captor, "Put your hands in the air or this little girl will go bye-bye."

"I have a better idea," the boy growled. He put two fingers into his mouth and whistled. A gigantic white dog dashed behind the robber and tackled him to the ground. The girl immediately ran back to her mother while the teenager began to take down the rest of the robbers. The boy went after another crook while his dog yanked the guns out of each robber's hand with brute force.

In the middle of all the confusion, Clark managed to sneak out the back, noticing the many security guards knocked out. When he came back as Superman through the front, only two guards remained. Not wanting to look lazy, Superman swooped in and grabbed both of the robbers, pulling them into the air before smashing them (lightly) against each other.

He turned around and faced the civilians, "Get out of here quickly. I'll bring these thugs to the police"

The relieved crowd rushed out the doors into the open while the police rushed into the scene (finally!) and proceeded to handcuff the criminals. Some people even waved at the boy, the girl that he saved even shouted above the growing dim, "Thanks Superboy!"

Superboy smiled back at her shyly before turning to his older counterpart, as if wanting to talk to the man.

Superman instead growled, "Stay out of my city and go bother someone else for a change!" And with that, the Man of Steel flew off, leaving Superboy with hot sensation in his stomach of boiling anger.

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"Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven," Robin puffed in and out, just beginning his usual one-thousand push-up routine in the comforts of Mt. Justice. He was just starting to get into the feel of the work-out when he heard the female voice say,

"Recognize, Superboy, B04." Followed by a ferocious roar belonging to the voice of a certain Kryptonian that he knew. Robin tried to ignore this and continued with his workout. His day had been rather annoying by his standards. First, he was ten minutes late for his class because he slept in this morning. Then, he was still too tired to function in Gymnastics-his favorite subject aside from Math-and embarrassed himself in front of the entire class. And then finally, he got a lecture from Batman about the mistakes he's been making during missions with the Team and was therefore forbidden from going on anymore missions with them until he improved. In other words, training non-stop all day.

"That's not fair," Robin protested, "I've been missing too many missions with the Team already!"

"Life's not fair Robin," the Dark Knight growled, "Your sloppiness is getting to the point of endangering yourself and your teammates!"

"Well maybe that wouldn't be the case if you let me sleep more," Robin emphasized the word, sleep, in the hopes that Batman would understand the real problem.

He didn't.

And so, Robin stormed out of the Batcave before Batman could finish the lecture and went to the nearest Zeta-Tube in Gotham for the Cave. He knew Alfred would knock some sense into the Dark Knight. It was amazing how a man who battled psychopaths at night would tremble in fear against a butler in his sixties.

"Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty-"

CRASH! BOOM! CRASH! Superboy proceeded to hit whatever was in front of him; a table, the couch, even the TV. Wolf, who had previously followed behind his master closely, scampered away when he saw the destruction.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six-"

CRASH! A punching bag...

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine-"

BOOM! A nearby wall by the sounds of it..

"Sixty, sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three-" Now Robin was beginning to lose concentration. The noises were giving him a headache now.

"Sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine-"

"WHY THE HELL WON'T SUPERMAN EVEN TALK TO ME?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO HIM?!" Superboy roared at no one in particular. He even began to pound at the ground like a little child deprived of something they really want. "THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THAT HE'S IGNORED ME JUST OUT OF PURE SPITE! I SAVED THOSE PEOPLE AND HE DIDN'T EVEN PRAISE ME!"

Robin felt the ground beneath him start to tremor and knew he had to stop his friend before the Cave collapsed on top of them. He ran towards Superboy and grabbed him by both shoulders. Wolf even came back and started to bark loudly at the young Kryptonian to snap him out of his rage. It wasn't until Conner accidentally hit the Boy Wonder when he finally stopped and looked on with horror from hurting one of his few friends. He slumped down to the ground and started to feel his lips tremble with fear.

"SB, you gotta control yourself!" Robin winced in pain. When he noticed his friend kneeling and gasping like a fish stuck on dry land, he felt a cold feeling in his stomach. Robin needed to get to the route of the problem.

"Conner," Robin began gently. Superboy looked up at the mention of his name before turning his back towards the young teen. "What's going on, buddy?"

"Superman," muttered Superboy, "I didn't mean to hit you." He looked away from Robin out of embarrassment.

Robin rubbed his chest slowly, "It didn't hurt that much you know. One bruise won't kill me."

Conner noticed that the young teen's voice still sounded positive, even after getting hit. Conner didn't want reassurance, he wanted the boy to let loose some anger, maybe yell at the clone. He felt so ashamed right now. As these thoughts pounded his head, Conner felt water drip down from his eyes down to his face. This never happened before.

"What's going on with my face?" Conner asked out loud, "Am I melting?!"

Robin smile gently, "I think you're crying, SB."

"Crying?"

"You know, when that sad feeling inside of you wells to the surface?" Robin explained. Conner didn't respond to the answer, confused by the words. Robin quickly remembered who he was talking to and went for a different approach, "SB, crying is what happens when you're really sad. First experience with it?"

Conner nodded numbly and slowly made his way towards his friend before slumping to the ground again. He began to sob loudly, not use to this type of negativity. Sensing his master's sorrow, Wolf whined and gently nudged Conner like he was trying to hug the boy. Robin wrapped an arm around Conner's shoulder and continued, "Want to talk about it?"

Conner shook his head rapidly. Robin sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought.

"Hey, come on. You're never going to feel better unless you talk about it," Robin encouraged, doing his best "Alfred" imitation, minus the British accent.

Conner sniffed a few times and proceeded to wipe his drippy nose. He cleared his throat a few time before he could start talking,

"Wolf and I...we went down to Metropolis again. Batman suggested I go there and try to talk to...him again. I hear a cry for help in this bank and I rush over there and manage to take down most of the guys. Then...he came in and finished the job. There was this girl there...she thanked me before leaving and I felt so happy because I saved her..and she wasn't afraid of me. I thought that maybe, just maybe, Superman would praise me. But all he does is tell me to leave him alone basically and flies off somewhere away from me."

Robin sighed. He thought Uncle Clark would have grown used to Conner by now, he's just a clone. And practically Robin's cousin by that matter.

"Dude," Robin began, "Just ignore what Supes said. If I'm having a really bad day, I look at the positives no matter how small they are. Look at what you did today, for example. You saved a lot of lives with no casualties all by yourself, and now a little girl became your newest fan. And the best part about it is that Superman wasn't around until it was practically over! No one can say that he did all of the work that time."

"Yeah... I guess you're right," Conner smiled weakly at his friend, "I feel a lot better now Robin, thanks."

"Hey, what are cousins for?" Robin smirked.

Conner stared at the young teen in confusion, "Cousins? You mean you're part Kryptonian too?"

Robin laughed at the remark, "No, no! To be honest, I've known Superman for a good deal of my life and he's kinda like my uncle-"

"Superman's your uncle?!" Conner's face was filled with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Well, at least he was until recently," Robin frowned, "I'm just calling you my 'cousin' in a figurative sense since Superman is basically your dad."

"So, does that mean Batman's my uncle?" Conner asked excitedly. It would be really cool to have Batman as an uncle, he's been trying to help Conner a lot lately with training.

"Well," Robin began, "I guess."

"So that means Batman is a Kryptonian!" Conner decided.

"No, no, SB. Batman isn't a Kryptonian either," Robin corrected, "I'm just saying that Superman is just like another part of my family. Like Batman, and KF, and even you for that matter."

Conner grin widened with each word the Boy Wonder said, "Cousins, huh?"

"Yep, we're cousins!" Robin agreed, "Just don't call Bats anything like 'Uncle Batman' unless there's a hospital close by in Happy Harbor."

Both boys laughed at the thought of it. If anyone ever called the Dark Knight "Uncle Batman," the brooding man would never live it down and take it out on anyone who said those two words. A thought suddenly dawned in Robin's head and he smiled at the budding idea in his head.

"Say, SB?" Conner looked at Robin, "I just thought of something. You're having problems with the Dork of Steel, and I'm having problems with Bats right now. How about we get ourselves some old-fashioned pay-back at both of them, just to get some laughs? You in?"

"Hell yeah!" Conner shouted, "What do we do? M'gan saw this show where these guys placed their friend's hand in a bowl of warm water while the dude was sleeping and he peed! Want to try that? Oh! Oh! Oh! What about waiting for both of them to get into a shower...and then flushing a nearby toilet and listen to them scream in pain?"

Robin raised an eyebrow, "What happened to watching the 'Static Channel?'"

Conner shrugged, "M'gan made it a rule that I at least watch an hour of actual television a day. But what about my ideas? Are they good?"

Robin shook his head, "Too childish. I was thinking something more elaborate. Something more...scandalous! And I know just the person who can help us too! They're in Metropolis though, just to warn you."

"Alright, I just have one more question though."

"Ask away, coz."

"Are you and Batman remotely related to Kryptonians at all?"

To be continued! Please review and give out ideas. In case you're wondering what the revenge plan is, just look at the summary. Check for mistakes. Let me know if I got Lois, Clark, Robin, Batman, and Conner right. Anything in need of editing, just let me know. Happy Readings!