( With the loss of a mutual friend, a tear in a friendship begins to heal. )

Clark had said he wasn't family. Clark. The one person he trusted, the one person he looked up to, more than anything. A few months ago, or weeks, or however long it had been, he'd run into a teenaged Clark that had actually been someone he could look up to. Who actually was like the Clark he remembered, just younger. But this one didn't seem ( Read more... )

Five minutes. That’s what he’d told Robin. He’d be five minutes there and back. He just needed to talk to this other Kon-el. Superman. Needed to talk to him about Lex Luthor and the part of Kon’s DNA that didn’t belong to Clark. Robin didn’t really understand, but it was something Kon had to do. Maybe he could come to terms with it if he had ( Read more... )