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Superboy OMAKE 5 part 2
June, otter
 The door to Jude's room stood open, but Conner rapped gently on the frame, and Jude looked up from a book he was reading.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Conner replied, entering the room. He took off his jacket, hanging it on Jude's sparse coat rack, and pulled off his boats before he fell into his boyfriend's arms on the bed.

"You want to talk about it?" Jude asked.

"I dunno," Conner said, resting his chin on Jude's chest. "There's a lot to say...You know how Superman's my genetic donor?"


"Well, he wasn't the only one. I...Lex Luthor is my other dad." Jude's fingers run smoothly along Conner's scalp.

"You know that doesn't change anything about us. Anything at all," Jude said. "It was never about who your parents are, Conner. It had always been about who you are to me. Are you still the same? Probably not exactly. But you're still my Conner." Then, Conner knew he did not need to control the tears anymore, and Jude just held him as he cried. They fell asleep like that, together; Conner felt sure he could do that, minus the crying, every night for the rest of his life.

Conner awoke to the sound of his cell phone. He thought it was his mother, so he rolled off of Jude and flipped it open.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Ah, yes, Conner." Conner shot up on the bed.

"How did you get this number?"

"Your mother gave it to me," Lex Luthor replied. "She and I agreed that our conversation yesterday ended rather abruptly. She, your fathers and I would like to include you on what we all discovered yesterday. Would you meet us at the Greenwich for breakfast in an hour? I'm sure you can borrow something suitable from your friend, Mr. Moon."

"All right," Conner said.

"Good. We'll talk more when you arrive." As soon as the call disconnected, Conner speed dialed his mother, while Jude looked up at him sleepy and confused.

"So I take it Luthor called you?" she asked as soon as they connected.

"Of course he did!" Conner said. "You thought he was genuine enough to give him my phone number?"

"Conner honey...it's really too much to say over the phone. Bruce, Clark and I will explain at breakfast."

"Breakfast, right, at the Greenwich?" Conner asked.

"Yes. Can Jude loan you something to wear?" Conner looked at Jude, who was sitting up, eying him with a sleepy expression in his eyes and a smile on his face. Conner resisted telling her that Lex Luthor had suggested the same thing.

"Yeah I think Jude can loan me something," Conner replied.

"All right, we'll see you soon, sweetheart," Diana said.

"Bye Mom." Conner waited for her to repeat the words and then hung up the phone. Jude wrapped his arms around Conner, and pressed his lips to his boyfriend's neck.

"What am I loaning you?"

"A suit, or something equally nice. I'm having breakfast at the Greenwich."

"Mmmm," Jude muttered. Conner leaned back into him, and they staid like that for a few minutes until David called,

"Conner! Shower!"

"Why is it that I have so many parents?" Conner asked. "First I'm Superman's clone, then Diana adoptted me, Batman always acts like everybody's dad. Then David and Fox, since we started dating, and now Lex Luthor, who is probably genuinely interested in my well being."

"Think so?" Jude asked.

"I don't think we would be meeting with him otherwise." Conner turned to Jude and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Thank you. For being you. And amazing."

"I do my best," Jude replied, swinging his legs around Conner and sliding off the bed. "Could I bother you to take a quick one, babe? I have to be down at Less Than Twenty-One in a while to set up things for today and train a couple of newbies."

"Sure," Conner replied, pulling off his shirt and walking toward Jude's bathroom. He scrubbed off, washing as quickly as he could, and gave up the shower to Jude in less than ten minutes.

"Thanks, babe," Jude said, kissing him quickly before striding into the bathroom. "Owen's got a suit for you!"

Owen was waiting near Jude's bed, laying out the suit, boxers, socks and shoes.

"Mr. Xanatos thought perhaps you might like something more fitted," Owen explained.

"David knows my sizes?" Conner asked.

"Mrs. Xanatos has an exceptionally good eye," Owen replied. "Will that be all, sir?"

"Oh, yes, thank you, Mr. Barnett. Sorry to hold you up." Owen gave the smallest of smiles and exited the room, closing the door behind him so Conner could get dressed. He did so quickly, and was grateful, as Fox entered the room without knocking just as he was pulling on his shoes.

"Almost done?" she asked. "I'm the one taking you."

"Can't I just--?"

"No flying. Don't want to give anyone suspicions about Conner Prince and the Super Wonder." Conner pulled on his jacket and stood, and Fox moved foward to straighten his tie and jacket, in the way Diana would have. "Did you run a comb through your hair?"

"Yes, Fox," Conner replied.

"Well, let me do it again, really quick and then we can go." He bent down for Fox to comb his hair and when she finished, they both took the elevator down to the garage where the car was waiting for them. Conner was nearly late because of the traffic, but he made it just in time for Fox to give one last piece of advice, "Don't let Luthor scare you. He's like a lot of people who come into fortunes--scared he'll turn into his father."

"How is that supposed to help me?" Conner asked.

"Well, when Xander was born, I was scared shitless that I would do something to mess him up. And my dad was attentive and a descent man. Lionel Luthor was probably some of the worst scum you would ever meet. If I were Lex, that would probably be the reason why I did not currently have children. Knock'em dead kid. I'll wait here in case you need a quick getaway."

"Thanks, but I can fly remember?" Conner said. "And thanks for the advice, Fox."

"No problem," Fox replied. Conner stepped out of the car and walked quickly up to the Greenwich.

"Good morning, Mr. Prince," the door man said.

"Morning," Conner replied, entering the building. He walked up to the reception desk, waited quietly until a clerk was ready and when he quietly announced himself, they were tripping over themselves to find someone to take him to the room where his parents, Bruce and Luthor were waiting. He felt better seeing his mother and Bruce there, but his throat still tightened at the sight of Luthor, who sat, without an expression on hsi face.

"I'll see about breakfast coming along," said the young attendant.

"Thank you," Luthor replied as she showed herself out of the room. "Please, have a seat."

"I feel like I'm about to get fired," Conner confessed as he took a seat facing Luthor, but near his mother.

"Well, considering I haven't taken you on for any positions, yet, I find that highly unlikely," Luthor replied. "Actually I want you to have something." Luthor pushed a file across the small conference table to him, and Conner accepted it. When he opened it, it read the words "Cadmus Labs," at the top of every paper.

"You're giving me Cadmus labs?" Conner asked.

"I feel it might be best in your hands, considering your history," Luthor replied.

"If you would like, I will help you run it until you feel ready to manage it on your own," Bruce said. "Your mother is more than willing to help too."

"I don't understand; we know you are a member of the Light. You knew about my project. Why did you have such a sudden change of heart?" Luthor gave a very thin smile.

"Yes, it's true, I was a member of the light and I knew of your engineering. What I did not know about was the use of my DNA to help stabilize Clark's," Luthor replied. "Conner, I am a coarse man, and I do things for my own well being. One of the reasons I decided never to have children was simply because my father helped create the dark man you see before you. I knew I would create such a person and he or she would one day push me out of a window." Conner almost whistled at Fox's accurate guess. "You were a total surprise. A good one, seing as you have such high morals that you have a much better chance at not murdering me, but all the same, the light forgot one essential thing when it used my DNA."

"And what's that?" Conner asked.

"No one should fuck a Luthor," Lex replied, his grin widening. "If they fuck you, you fuck harder."

"Do you have to be so vulgar?" Diana asked.

"He is in high school, he'll have heard the words," Lex said. "In any case, Bruce managed to get me to agree that you will also inherit Luthor corp upon my death, faked or real, not to crush your dreams of being a pianist or an actor."

"I don't suppose running Luthorcorp will help any sort of political career either," Conner muttered.

"If you clean it up," Lex replied with a shrug. "Besides, I'm sure people will be begging the Super Wonder to help them work our their problems in the future. And if you turn out anything like Clark or I, you might be able to manage more than you think. Though, I understand that you already have quite the meal on your plate with Amazons begging for your sperm." Conner flushed, and then even more so when a voice behind him asked,

"What's this about Amazons?" Conner turned to see Tony Stark standing over him with a grin. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was having breakfast with Stephen, and I see two of my biggest rivals, with one of the country's best reporters, and Ms Prince, who is soon going to be the CEO of an up and coming company, and I couldn't resist."

"Well, Tony, as hard as it might be to believe, this is not business at all," Bruce replied, putting on his most charming smile. "And I never took you for corporate espianoge."

"Well, not when I'm sober." Conner felt the joke fall a little flat.

"You are doing better though, aren't you?" Lex asked.

"Oh, yeah, been just about a year since the transplant, and I have plenty of people slapping my hands away from drinks when I feel the need. Sorry, that was inappropriate, but as long as I can be sure I'm not missing out on the deal of the century, I'll leave you too it." Tony waved them off and returned to a table with a man who Conner swore was the socerer supreme.

"What happened?" he whispered.

"Tony's been a drinker for some years," Lex replied. "Got it from his father. It finally took him down about a year ago. A previously unknown relative stepped in and donated a part of her liver to him. Brilliant girl from what I could dig up on her. She'll probably be running Stark industries when he's gone. You should meet her." Conner blinked.

"Ria Stark?" he asked. All four of the adults turned to him. "What? I met her through Xander."

"Hmm, I may yet have uses for you." He smiled as he said it, though Clark glared at him, so Conner could not tell if he was joking.

When he returned to the mountain, he got sympathetic glances from Robin, Wally and M'gann. Artemis and Kaldur staid back a bit as Wally clapped him on the shoulder and said,

"Luthor as your dad. That's a bit harsh."

"He wasn't that bad now that he's not helping the light anymore," Conner said. "Arty? Kaldur? What's wrong?"

"We both have something to tell you guys," Artemis said. "In support of Conner....My father is Sportsmaster. If you guys didn't already figure that out when he broke into that party to get me. Mom worked with GA briefly, and when she got a hold on me over a year ago, she took me to him and to the league for protection."

"And though I have been raised by and along side the royalty of Atlantis...most recently, my king and queen confessed my parentage was not a favorable one either," Kaldur replied. "My father is Black Manta, and my mother is the woman known as Siren."

"It doesn't change us," Conner said. "It doesn't change anything about us. We are still who we were, and we are still a team." Robin grinned, a grin that reached his eyes under his sun glasses, and stuck his hand out into the middle of the circle they had created. Wally put his hand on Robin's and M'gann followed suit. Artemis rolled her eyes but added her hand to the pile, then Kaldur, and at last, Conner added his hand. "We are together as one."

And as he looked at the faces of his team mates, Conner knew everything would be all right. Not just in this moment, but always, here after, everything would be all right.