Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Martha and Jonathan see Superboy on TV and start harassing Clark. They want to meet him, have him stay at the farm, they'll even get Clark's old room ready. Clark keeps putting his parents off: Superboy just escaped Cadmus, he's not ready to meet them, etc. Eventually Martha and John figure out he's stalling for some reason and Martha is fed up. So she decides to kidnap Superboy. With John as getaway driver.
So YJ and the whole League is FREAKING OUT, OMG. Eventually Batman figures it out a week or so later and Superman is very embarrassed. Superman, Bats and Dinah go out to Smallville. But Superboy has no intention of coming back to live at HQ full time because he's happy! And Aunt Martha and Uncle John named him! And he actually really likes farming and is good at it and plans to join FFA at Smallville High once they create a legal identity for him and Batman will do that ASAP won't you dear?
And Superman is worried his parents will be angry at him but they're not. THEY'RE DISAPPOINTED.
TL;DR. Short version: Ma and Pa Kent kidnap Superboy and name him Conner and are disappointed with Clark. And Conner loves farming and is good at it (because he gets to create things and not destroy them) and decides to stay in Smallville.
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I've been wanting to see this fic for so long! Thank you OP, you wonderful OP you, for prompting this!
*eagerly awaits!*
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This has to be done.
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Which was why the members of WASH (Worried About SuperHeroes) would meet once month. Alfred, bless that man, had originally come up with the idea one day after he had been forced to travel to Smallville to pick up Bruce, Batman, after Clark had dropped him off. Martha never did get the full story on why that happened.
After Alfred had watched as Martha fretted over Bruce, he had invited her and Jonathan over for tea and cookies, if they ever needed someone to talk to. Martha who still worried every time she saw her baby boy on the TV took the offer up in a heartbeat. After all who better to talk to then someone who also had a family member risking their life on the line?
So the next time they had the chance, Martha and Jonathan packed their bags and flew over to Gotham to visit Alfred. One apple pie, two plates of cookies, an exchange of recipes, and some friendly advice, WASH was born.
When Flash had crash landed in Smallville, (another story Martha never received) she had a chance to learn about Iris, Barry’s wife. Naturally, Martha extended an invitation for her to come to the next WASH meeting. Iris gladly joined them.
Nowadays WASH met once a month. Iris would get her husband to pick up Alfred, Martha and Jonathan and bring them back to Central City. (As the fastest man alive, this had helped cut down on travel time by half). Martha and Jonathan would bring Martha’s famous apple pie and Alfred would bring the tea and cookies. They had been meeting for several years now. There in Iris’ house, they would sit and talk about everything and anything. So far they had seen through Iris through the time when her nephew gained his powers, worried over young Roy whom they had found out had left Green Arrow on his own, and most recently the formation of Young Justice.
Martha is pleasantly surprised when Alfred mentioned that one of the members of Young Justice is Superboy, the clone of her baby boy, essentially, her grandson. Or would son be the more technical term?
Upon her arrival back home, Martha called up her son and demanded to know why she hadn’t met her grandson yet. Needless to say, Clark was shocked to find out that she knew. Then he stammered out that Superboy had just gotten out of Cadmus and wasn’t ready to meet people yet. He was still trying to get use to the world around him as he had just spent the last sixteen weeks in a pod. For the time being Martha had accepted that.
However, weeks turned into months and Martha still hadn’t met her grandson. Clark kept making several different excuses each time she inquired about it. Iris, after having a long chat with her nephew, had informed Martha that Superboy often stayed in Mount Justice alone or with Miss Martian. That was the breaking point.
“Going to do something about it, dear?” Jonathan asked, not evening looking up from his newspaper.
“Of course!”
“Good, I was wondering when we were gonna meet the boy.”
Alfred had been a godsend. Martha didn’t even have to explain her plan before he had agreed to it. He simply asked that they come by the manor when they had the chance and he would have things ready.
By ready, Alfred had Zeta Beam ready to transport Martha and Jonathan to Mount Justice as soon as they arrived. He also said he would have the security camera offline while they approach Superboy. Martha thanked him once more and soon both she and Jonathan were off.
They found Superboy sitting front of the TV watching nothing but static. Martha disapproved in her head. Superboy had turned his head as he heard them approach.
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“Hello Superboy,” Martha greeted. “I’m Martha Kent and this is my husband Jonathan Kent.”
“We’re your grandparents,” Jonathan said full of pride.
“Grand-parents?” Superboy questioned. He was unsure about these people. How did they get into the mountain?
“We’re Superman’s parents, which makes us your grandparents,” Martha explained. She held up a photo of a young Clark standing with his parents on the farm. Martha had brought the entire scrapbook to help prove what they were saying was true.
The suspicion on Superboy’s face started to melt away. There was no doubt that the boy in the picture was a younger Superman. He looked exactly like Superboy at that age. Superboy looked at them, curious. “Why are you here?” he asked.
The fact that he didn’t know about them, made Martha wonder if Clark was even speaking to Superboy. Either way she made a reminder to herself to withhold Clark’s pie privilege for the next few visits.
“We would like to get to know you a bit better,” Jonathan said. “If you would let us.”
Martha smiled. “I even have apple pie waiting at home for us.”
At the mention of apple pie, Superboy’s interest perked and he nodded. Martha chuckled to herself. Perhaps the love of apple pie had been genetic after all?
“So, boy,” Jonathan asked, clapping his hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “What’s your real name?”
Superboy blinked at them. “My name is Superboy,” he said.
“Not your superhero name,” Martha gently probed. “But your civilian name.”
“I don’t have one.”
Martha and Jonathan looked at each other. It would seem they would need to have a long talk with Clark when he called again. “That won’t do,” Martha said.
“How about the name Conner?” Jonathan suggested. “That was my father’s name, your great-grandfather.”
Superboy smiled. “That has a nice ring to it. I would like that?” he said, hesitantly. He still wasn’t sure what to make of this new relationship that had been offered to him, but since he was given the chance, he wanted to take it.
“Good! Nice to meet you then Conner Kent,” Martha said cheerfully. “Let’s get you back to the farm. There are a lot of things to talk about.”
With a quick whoosh, they’re back in Wayne Manor. Alfred dropped them off at the airport, wishing them the best of luck.
On the plane ride home, Martha sat on Conner’s left and Jonathan sat on Conner’s right. Both are fast asleep as the plane flew through the starry sky. Conner looked back and forth between them and wondered if this is what family felt like.
He really liked it.
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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.
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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.
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“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.”
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*chokes on laughter*
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Also, ahahaha, this minifill is so mini that it is ALMOST SHORTER THAN THE ACTUAL PROMPT. XD
“Um,” Superboy says, blinking at the kindly old couple smiling at him and wondering if he should have listened more closely to all that “stranger danger” nonsense Wally and Robin were teasing him with before they all went shopping.
Although they have pie and a blue sedan, and Wally and Robin were talking about candy and white vans, so he supposes that's okay.
“I'm sorry,” he says anyway. “I think you, um, have the wrong person . . .?”
“We're Clark's parents, dear,” the woman explains, still smiling. Superboy really isn't used to being smiled at like that.
“I don't know anybody named Clark,” he says uncomfortably, tugging the zipper of his jacket even though it's already zipped as high as it'll go.
“Good job, son, that sounded very convincing,” the man assures him, reaching across to pat his shoulder. Superboy frowns, confused. It shouldn't be convincing? No one's ever complimented him for something he didn't even do before, much less called him “son”.
“We just came to say hello while Clark's in his special little clubhouse. You know, in this corner of the parking lot without security cameras,” the woman says, gesturing around with a little smile, and Superboy blinks and looks around too.
“. . . huh, you're right,” he says in mild surprise, and finally tries a bite of the pie-she looks so earnest about it. “There are no security camer-oh my god, this pie is so good. Is this what pie is supposed to taste like? Oh my god.”
“We have a cherry and a blackberry one at home, too,” the woman says, smiling winningly.
Superboy decides he can always meet the others back at the cave.
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