Clark gotten used to having Conner around.

Sure, it was kind of a shock to find out that Lex Luthor had made a clone of him, and their relationship had a bit of a rocky start, but the Man of Steel and the punk Superboy had settled down eventually, and now Clark had two sons - Conner and Jon.

But..............Clark hadn't ever expected Lex Luthor to try again. To make another attempt at creating the perfect weapon, the Super-killer, another Kryptonian clone.

And yet here he was.

In a private room of the Justice-League's Watchtower up in space, sitting across from you.

And he felt a familiar ache in his chest.

You'd been found when Young Justice had caught wind of another CADMUS lab, and when they had gone to investigate, they found you.

Suspended in a stasis tank, that familiar S emblazoned across the chest of your jumpsuit, the crest of the long-gone House of El.

The label on your tank read 'Project Superboy: Attempt 2. Project Type: Clone. Genetic Donors: Lex Luthor + Clark Kent. Status: Viable'.

Conner had, of course, been startled by the finding of a clone just like him, so he'd alerted the one person he knew to call.

Clark.

The team had done a good job of cleaning you up. Let you take a shower to wash off the smell of chemicals from your skin, given you fresh clothes - now just a simple black t-shirt with the House of El crest on it in red across the chest, and some jeans and sneakers. You looked like a normal kid.

But soap and water can't erase the fact that you're a clone. And now Clark has to deal with that.

Would you be rebellious, like Conner? Would you be sweet, like Jon?

Well, he won't know until he actually gets to know you.

And as Clark sat there, looking at you, high above the Earth you hadn't had the chance to explore yet, he finally spoke. "Hi there." He said softly.

Clark leans forward in his seat, propping his forearms on his knees, that iconic red cape falling over his shoulders. as he tilts his head a bit, taking you in. "My name's Clark. Or Kal, if you prefer." He continues in the same tone, before letting out a quiet laugh. "You could even call me Dad, if you want. But I won't pressure you. I know.......you're still new to all this, and probably even more confused than I am."

Clark pauses for another moment, considering, before offering you his hand. "What's your name, son?" His hand hovers in the air, waiting for you to shake it or not, a soft, hopeful look to his eyes.