W.A.S.H. [2/2]
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Superboy, Martha Kent, Johnathan Kent, Superman, YJ Team, Batman, Alfred, Iris, Flash
Summary: Martha was tired of waiting to meet her grandson. So she decided to take matters into her own hands.
The League was in an uproar. Two days ago, the Young Justice team had returned to their base only to discover that Superboy had gone missing. The security camera revealed nothing. One moment he was there, the next moment he wasn’t.
It had taken two days for Batman to discover the security cameras had been turned off, via the Batcave Computer. That was why he and Robin were currently in the Batcave talking to Alfred. With same bunt honestly that he always gave, Alfred informed that he did deactivate the cameras in Mount Justice.
“But why, Alfred?” Robin asked. “Something happened to Superboy during that time!”
Alfred nodded sagely. “Yes. From what I understand he’s visiting a friend of the family. I called yesterday, he is doing fine. I believed he has settled on the name of Conner.” Looking at Robin, Alfred said, “Think of it as a puzzle, Master Richard. It would be a good logic exercise without the pressure of a time limit.”
With Alfred not revealing any more information, the investigation could not proceed forward. Robin had a sinking suspicion that his mentor had figured out something from Alfred’s words but no amount of probing made Batman reveal anything to him.
On the third day, Superman had shown up. He hadn’t said anything as the Young Justice, Batman, Red Tornado and Black Canary continued on with their work to find Superboy. He simply stood on the sidelines, looking as if he wanted to help but not sure how to ask.
Another breakthrough came on the fourth day when Wally and his uncle arrived at Mount Justice. Apparently Wally had overheard his Aunt Iris talking to Superboy over the phone. However like Alfred, Iris didn’t give much information but Wally was able to get the phone number from the redial. All Robin had to do was to plug it into his fancy little computer and figure out where in the states did that phone number originated from.
Robin took one look at the number on the piece paper and slammed his head into the desk. Then a pillow went flying, hitting Superman straight on the face.
“Dude, you okay?” Wally asked.
“What was that for?” Superman asked.
“This is all your fault,” Robin muttered. His head returned back to its previous position against the wooden desk. “WASH got involved.”
“WASH?” Artemis asked. “What is WASH?”
Everyone looked at Robin, curious, except for Barry who had a look of realization and Batman who began to smirk. “WASH,” Robin began to explain, lifting his head, “stands for Worried About SuperHeroes. It’s a support group for friends and family members of superheroes that meet once a month. It gets pretty stressful when someone you care about is out putting their lives on the line. Currently there are four members.”
Robin gestured to Wally and Barry. “Your aunt, Flash’s wife, Iris.” Then he pointed to Batman and himself. “For us, it’s Alfred. Finally,” he said with a glare at Superman. “Superman’s parents.”
Black Canary looked at Superman. “Your parents?”
“I didn’t know?” Superman flushed a red color and didn’t meet anyone in the eye.
“What does that mean though?” Kaldur asked.
“It means,” Robin said with a scowl. “Superboy got kidnapped by Ma and Pa Kent. He’s in Smallville.” Then Robin pointed at his mentor. “And you figured this out two days ago,” he accused.
Batman got up from his seat and smirked. “Let’s go visit Superboy now,” he said, moving towards the hanger bay were Megan’s bioship was at rest. The kids, Black Canary and Superman follow after him. Red Tornado volunteered to stay behind to watch the base.
Within a few hours, Megan’s bioship landed in front of the Kent’s house. As they stumbled off the ship, they are just in time to see Superboy walking by, carrying three crates of eggs, one in each hand and another balancing on his head. Noticing his friends, Superboy stopped and placed the crates of eggs on the ground.
“Hi guys,” he greeted. He smiled at them, stunning his teammates who haven’t seen Superboy this happy before.
“Oh we have guests.”
Martha came out of the house. Batman approached her and handed her a file. “Here’s all the paperwork. Everything should be in order, though it will take some time to process everything. But congratulations, you have a grandson,” he said.
“Thank you Batman, dear,” Martha said, taking the file.
Batman nodded.
“We’ve been worried about you Superboy,” Megan said. She’s floating a few inches off the ground. The worry is plain on her face.
“Conner,” Superboy interrupted her. “Grandma and Grandpa gave me the name Conner after my great-grandfather,” he said proudly. “So now I’m Conner when we’re not on missions, just like you’re Megan when we’re not on missions and Miss Martian when we are.”
Megan clapped, full of glee. “That’s wonderful!”
“Oh so that’s what Alfred meant,” Robin muttered to himself.
“Will you be returning back to Mount Justice?” Black Canary inquired. It’s nice that Conner finally has some semblance of a family now. There was much to teach the young boy, but never enough time. Perhaps now he would get the full attention and care he needed.
Conner shook his head. “During the weekends, yes and whenever we have missions. But I really like it here. Farming is pretty fun, and actually I want to go to school.” He looked at Batman as he said that last part.
Batman sighed before grumbling, “I’ll start the paperwork for that.”
A timer pinged from the kitchen. “That would mean the apple pie is done cooling,” Martha said. She began to usher the group of people into her kitchen. “Come on in. There’s plenty to go around. Conner, please go get your grandfather.”
Conner nodded and headed toward the barn to find Jonathan. Superman tried to sneak away before Martha stopped. “Clark Joseph Kent stop right there.”
Superman flinched. The middle name. His mother was very upset. “Yes Ma?”
“Don’t ‘yes Ma’ me,” Martha scolded. She placed one hand on her hip and waggled a finger with her other hand. “You’ve been promising me for months that I would meet Conner and I had to go and kidnap my own grandson in order for that to happen. From what Conner has told me, you haven’t even paid as so much as a drop of attention towards him. Now your father and I raised you better than that. I am very disappointed in you young man.”
Clark shrunk a little. “Sorry Ma,” he muttered out an apology. He twisted the end of his red cape with his hands.
Martha softened. “Why is this so hard for you Clark?” she asked. She cupped her hands around her baby boy’s cheeks.
“It’s, I just don’t, I mean,” Clark tried to explained. “It’s hard coming to terms with the fact that I have clone. Ignoring what that means on a larger scale like someone using my DNA to take over the world, it’s just hard to wrap my mind around it. Plus I don’t think I’m ready to be a father.” His shoulders sagged.
“Oh sweetie,” Martha comforted. “No one is really ready to be a parent. You’re going to make mistakes along the way, whether you want to or not. You just have to keep at it, with lots of love and patience.”
“How do I even start?” Clark asked. “Where do I start?”
“You start with hello, my name is Clark,” Martha said. “Conner has a lot of questions. He’s a curious child. He wants to know about his heritage, both here on Earth and from Krypton. He wants to know about you and you should get to know him.”
“I’ll try,” Clark promised.
“That’s all I said,” Martha said. “Now let’s get inside.”
“Do I get a piece of pie too?” Clark asked.
“No sweetie, your pie privilege has been taken away for a week because Jonathan and I had to kidnap Conner.”
Clark’s shoulders sagged again.
Martha smiled. “However you can have some ice cream.”
Characters: Superboy, Martha Kent, Johnathan Kent, Superman, YJ Team, Batman, Alfred, Iris, Flash
Summary: Martha was tired of waiting to meet her grandson. So she decided to take matters into her own hands.
The League was in an uproar. Two days ago, the Young Justice team had returned to their base only to discover that Superboy had gone missing. The security camera revealed nothing. One moment he was there, the next moment he wasn’t.
It had taken two days for Batman to discover the security cameras had been turned off, via the Batcave Computer. That was why he and Robin were currently in the Batcave talking to Alfred. With same bunt honestly that he always gave, Alfred informed that he did deactivate the cameras in Mount Justice.
“But why, Alfred?” Robin asked. “Something happened to Superboy during that time!”
Alfred nodded sagely. “Yes. From what I understand he’s visiting a friend of the family. I called yesterday, he is doing fine. I believed he has settled on the name of Conner.” Looking at Robin, Alfred said, “Think of it as a puzzle, Master Richard. It would be a good logic exercise without the pressure of a time limit.”
With Alfred not revealing any more information, the investigation could not proceed forward. Robin had a sinking suspicion that his mentor had figured out something from Alfred’s words but no amount of probing made Batman reveal anything to him.
On the third day, Superman had shown up. He hadn’t said anything as the Young Justice, Batman, Red Tornado and Black Canary continued on with their work to find Superboy. He simply stood on the sidelines, looking as if he wanted to help but not sure how to ask.
Another breakthrough came on the fourth day when Wally and his uncle arrived at Mount Justice. Apparently Wally had overheard his Aunt Iris talking to Superboy over the phone. However like Alfred, Iris didn’t give much information but Wally was able to get the phone number from the redial. All Robin had to do was to plug it into his fancy little computer and figure out where in the states did that phone number originated from.
Robin took one look at the number on the piece paper and slammed his head into the desk. Then a pillow went flying, hitting Superman straight on the face.
“Dude, you okay?” Wally asked.
“What was that for?” Superman asked.
“This is all your fault,” Robin muttered. His head returned back to its previous position against the wooden desk. “WASH got involved.”
“WASH?” Artemis asked. “What is WASH?”
Everyone looked at Robin, curious, except for Barry who had a look of realization and Batman who began to smirk. “WASH,” Robin began to explain, lifting his head, “stands for Worried About SuperHeroes. It’s a support group for friends and family members of superheroes that meet once a month. It gets pretty stressful when someone you care about is out putting their lives on the line. Currently there are four members.”
Robin gestured to Wally and Barry. “Your aunt, Flash’s wife, Iris.” Then he pointed to Batman and himself. “For us, it’s Alfred. Finally,” he said with a glare at Superman. “Superman’s parents.”
Black Canary looked at Superman. “Your parents?”
“I didn’t know?” Superman flushed a red color and didn’t meet anyone in the eye.
“What does that mean though?” Kaldur asked.
“It means,” Robin said with a scowl. “Superboy got kidnapped by Ma and Pa Kent. He’s in Smallville.” Then Robin pointed at his mentor. “And you figured this out two days ago,” he accused.
Batman got up from his seat and smirked. “Let’s go visit Superboy now,” he said, moving towards the hanger bay were Megan’s bioship was at rest. The kids, Black Canary and Superman follow after him. Red Tornado volunteered to stay behind to watch the base.
Within a few hours, Megan’s bioship landed in front of the Kent’s house. As they stumbled off the ship, they are just in time to see Superboy walking by, carrying three crates of eggs, one in each hand and another balancing on his head. Noticing his friends, Superboy stopped and placed the crates of eggs on the ground.
“Hi guys,” he greeted. He smiled at them, stunning his teammates who haven’t seen Superboy this happy before.
“Oh we have guests.”
Martha came out of the house. Batman approached her and handed her a file. “Here’s all the paperwork. Everything should be in order, though it will take some time to process everything. But congratulations, you have a grandson,” he said.
“Thank you Batman, dear,” Martha said, taking the file.
Batman nodded.
“We’ve been worried about you Superboy,” Megan said. She’s floating a few inches off the ground. The worry is plain on her face.
“Conner,” Superboy interrupted her. “Grandma and Grandpa gave me the name Conner after my great-grandfather,” he said proudly. “So now I’m Conner when we’re not on missions, just like you’re Megan when we’re not on missions and Miss Martian when we are.”
Megan clapped, full of glee. “That’s wonderful!”
“Oh so that’s what Alfred meant,” Robin muttered to himself.
“Will you be returning back to Mount Justice?” Black Canary inquired. It’s nice that Conner finally has some semblance of a family now. There was much to teach the young boy, but never enough time. Perhaps now he would get the full attention and care he needed.
Conner shook his head. “During the weekends, yes and whenever we have missions. But I really like it here. Farming is pretty fun, and actually I want to go to school.” He looked at Batman as he said that last part.
Batman sighed before grumbling, “I’ll start the paperwork for that.”
A timer pinged from the kitchen. “That would mean the apple pie is done cooling,” Martha said. She began to usher the group of people into her kitchen. “Come on in. There’s plenty to go around. Conner, please go get your grandfather.”
Conner nodded and headed toward the barn to find Jonathan. Superman tried to sneak away before Martha stopped. “Clark Joseph Kent stop right there.”
Superman flinched. The middle name. His mother was very upset. “Yes Ma?”
“Don’t ‘yes Ma’ me,” Martha scolded. She placed one hand on her hip and waggled a finger with her other hand. “You’ve been promising me for months that I would meet Conner and I had to go and kidnap my own grandson in order for that to happen. From what Conner has told me, you haven’t even paid as so much as a drop of attention towards him. Now your father and I raised you better than that. I am very disappointed in you young man.”
Clark shrunk a little. “Sorry Ma,” he muttered out an apology. He twisted the end of his red cape with his hands.
Martha softened. “Why is this so hard for you Clark?” she asked. She cupped her hands around her baby boy’s cheeks.
“It’s, I just don’t, I mean,” Clark tried to explained. “It’s hard coming to terms with the fact that I have clone. Ignoring what that means on a larger scale like someone using my DNA to take over the world, it’s just hard to wrap my mind around it. Plus I don’t think I’m ready to be a father.” His shoulders sagged.
“Oh sweetie,” Martha comforted. “No one is really ready to be a parent. You’re going to make mistakes along the way, whether you want to or not. You just have to keep at it, with lots of love and patience.”
“How do I even start?” Clark asked. “Where do I start?”
“You start with hello, my name is Clark,” Martha said. “Conner has a lot of questions. He’s a curious child. He wants to know about his heritage, both here on Earth and from Krypton. He wants to know about you and you should get to know him.”
“I’ll try,” Clark promised.
“That’s all I said,” Martha said. “Now let’s get inside.”
“Do I get a piece of pie too?” Clark asked.
“No sweetie, your pie privilege has been taken away for a week because Jonathan and I had to kidnap Conner.”
Clark’s shoulders sagged again.
Martha smiled. “However you can have some ice cream.”