Here is JLA: Star-crossed. This is a story about culture and on how cultures clash and the consequences when they mix.

This story is a mixture of the Smallville series, the new DCU comic and the animated series with my own twist. It is a what if the Krypton Council listened to Jor-El story. It's basically my previous story but a different and better version.

A very massive thanks! To lostindreams081981 for helping me out. The credit also goes to him the most.

Beginning…

10 Years after the destruction of Krypton

The city was alive tonight. Some said that New York was the city that never slept, but they had never truly been to her city at night. This was her city. Her blonde hair flowing behind her, a cigarette perched between two fingers she watched as the eight screens before her as her colleagues debated the disappearance of the boy.

She just waited for them to tire out, most of them were still unnerved staring at her since she never took her sunglasses off. To date not one of them had ever seen her eyes. The pissing match had been going on for an hour, and she was far from happy. Having enough she stood, that instantly shut them up. The members on screen watched as she stepped towards them.

"Is everything in place?" she asked in a smooth voice. They knew they were screwed though, there was an underlying hint of power in her voice. Finally one of the women of the group spoke.

"Almost" the brunette admitted. The blonde, who had been about to take a smoke stopped, she frowned and looked at the woman.

"Explain," she demanded. There was no room for argument, all of her colleagues looked nervous.

"When everything was finally in place, he had disappeared once more," the woman admitted.

She leaned back against her desk, bringing up the crystal ash tray she slowly ground out her cigarette and looked at all of them. "Find him."

This time an older man with a monocle spoke. "The problem is that he is getting closer with each try we have made. He found several informants the last time that we set up a net and almost killed one of our agents. If we keep trying, we won't be able to stay hidden forever."

Another man, who had long black hair and dark grey eyes growled out. "We need to make sure that he is protected, we cannot let this world corrupt him, even if it means exposure. It's only thanks to his father that our society was not erased."

The first woman who spoke growled out. "Look what happened because we refused to listen at first. One of our own has been lost, the father was killed by assassins, and his mother is in hiding. In the end we done great injustice to the ones we should be thankful for"

"He did what was required of him," an older man with several wrinkles around his eyes. "His father saved a great people, and that is all that matters."

The blonde woman chuckled as the younger brunette launched into a rage over the arrogance that nearly led to their destruction. It was a problem with half of the older generation, they never understood just how close to destruction they came. Finally having enough of the bickering she slammed her fist into the large desk cracking it.

"Enough!" the blonde woman snapped. "The deed is done and our sins have been paid for in the blood of those we could not save. All that matters now is that the child is protected. Because of his father's work, because of his mother's work, he has the ability to be greater than any of us, we cannot allow his power to fall into his hands."

"He actively searches for the boy as well," the first woman spoke. "Several of my men have been killed in the last few weeks."

"Authorize full termination," the woman said darkly. "Nothing will get in the way of our goals. We will achieve what needs to be done, no matter the price that we have to pay."

"And in the end, if he does not become as we expect," the eldest of them finally spoke. "If he cannot be what we hope? What do we do then?"

The blond haired woman smiled and took of her glasses. There was always that chance, there was always a chance that their pain would be all for naught, but to give into that fear now would only allow the beast to come forward that they feared. Her eyes could still not be seen as she shook her head. "It doesn't matter. We have planned every detail. Whatever path he chooses in the end he will come to the same conclusion, and the path that we desire will be open."

Silence ensued and then the screens all then turned off. The woman screen was on for a second like she was hesitating but then it turned off as well. Once the blond haired woman was left alone she sat down on her chair and then grabbed an insignia with an S crest on it.

"It seems as though the world is still plotting against us, Lord El. I hope that you can be ready, for the future that is to come is not going to be as pretty as we hope…" she smiled as she caressed the badge.

" Kal-El"

17 years later

It had been a long night. He was so deep in thought that he missed the first bus, the second that was coming he just sat through. It had been a long time coming, he could feel a change in the air but he didn't like it in the least. He was so distracted that he didn't sense the auburn haired woman sitting next to him holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Still couldn't head there," the woman spoke softly.

It was a long day, harder than he imagined, and he didn't need another speech. "Not today, Lana."

Lana Lang, longtime friend and brilliant fashion designer, frowned. "You can't keep bottling it all up like this. You don't deserve this, and they wouldn't want that."

"There is nothing left Lana, I came to terms with it a long time ago," he whispered. "I…"

"Clark, why can't you see them? That act would probably do both you and them some good," Lana's face hid away the array of emotions running through her right now. When he first took up the role she had known who he was, she had seen the hints of pain in his eyes as he fought his way through his enemies. He became a symbol, a strength that appeared unbroken, but the Man of Steel was at heart broken.

He said nothing, he simply narrowed his eyes and walked away from her. Lana could see the pain in his eyes, the longing. He had not been the same since that day, he was a lot harder than she remembered growing up, the journey with that teacher of his and splitting time with the farm had changed him so much. She was one of the few that knew him, knew the darkness that hung on the heart of the champion that the world looked towards. She still didn't know exactly what happened that night, all she knew was that he blamed himself for what happened and refused to let anyone tell him otherwise.

Standing there, he whispered a silent prayer.

"You know boy, the more you do this, the worse it's going to get as time goes on."

"Don't lecture me," he snapped, not even looking back. "You should know better than anyone else, what it's like to be seen as little more than a pawn."

"Whatever happened to that dear sweet boy," the red-headed woman asked shaking her head. "You used to be so sweet and kind."

"He met a cold hearted warrior who almost wanted nothing to do with him," he turned slightly. "Why are you here Artemis?"

"You think I am going to leave you alone at a time like this," Artemis raised a manicured eyebrow. "I may have an image to maintain for the Amazons, but I am not about to let you be alone right now."

He smiled slightly. "You have always protected me."

She nodded, stepping next to him. "The Princess has been asking questions again. Your fighting style is starting to look too much like ours."

The man snorted. "It should, considering it's one of the style you have taught me."

"Don't get sloppy," Artemis snapped. "You don't know who sent the assassins to kill your adoptive parents yet, and you haven't found the assassins. Getting sloppy now will expose everything to them."

He nodded. "You're right."

"I know," she smirked slightly. "I always am."

He laughed slightly. "It seems like so long ago…so long."

"Remember not to let the past conquer you," Artemis said sternly. "You are stronger than your past, and stronger than the future that they want you to create. If they demand something from you, step to greatness and be more than they expect."

He nodded as she stepped back. "Will I see you again?"

Artemis stopped. "I'll be here, Clark. I will always be around."

Clark smiled as the woman disappeared. She was one of the strangest parts of his life. She had come into it after his parents had been murdered, and for some god unknown reason. He was thankful for her, and still annoyed at the same time. Artemis, the unattainable beauty, Artemis the task master that put him through drills that would kill most men, Artemis, the closest thing to a friend that he ever had. He shook his head and headed home.

He cried, the graves had been freshly dug, the woman stood back a bit as he pounded the Earth. He didn't care anymore, his power broke holes in the ground that no normal boy should. She frowned slightly. That strength, left unchecked, could become another Hercules. He was so dangerously close right now.

He wailed with the rain, and thunder hid the blows of his fists. His family had been dead for a few hours now, the only reason she had been by at all was a sudden surge of power she felt as the storm began. The assassin's boy had been broken, but his partners according to the boy had gotten away.

"Clark," she said softly. "You need to stop, you might damage the graves."

He sniffed, stopping his fist mid strike. She felt rage rolling off of him.

"Why?"

"I can't answer that," she said sternly. "Only the ones who did this can."

"I will kill them," he seethed, standing slowly. "I will find them, I will break them, and I will break the ones who sent them."

There was darkness there, there was what she feared.

"Calm down," she said fiercely. "If you give into that, they will beat you."

"What do you know," Clark roared. "What do you care? You only came because you felt a shift in "nature."

The bitterness in his voice was as apparent as the hoarseness. He had been crying when she arrived at the farm, and he had barely stopped.

"I am here now," she said softly. It was a moment, it was a decision that she would look back on and wonder about later in life probably, but right here she had to do this. "You'll need help if you want to go after them. I am offering it."

Blue eyes blinked as the woman stepped forward and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "You need to learn how to fight, how to control your power or they will find ways to exploit it as they did today. You were wild, you were uncontrolled and the other two were able to get free because of that. If you're going to find your parents any justice you will have to be better than they are."

He looked down at the ground. He slowly looked up into her eyes. "Let's do it."

Storms had been rolling through Smallville for the last week. It had made planting nearly impossible for his dad and holed them up in their home, much to Clark's annoyance. He always felt so jittery when he didn't move.

He blurred for a movement, tossing a ball in the air, and then reappeared near the wall catching it.

"Clark Joseph Kent," a voice blasted. "What did I tell you about using your powers?"

Clark dropped the ball and looked back slowly towards the kitchen door. His mother stood there, honey colored hair framing a very angry look to her eyes. "I am sorry, ma."

"What did I tell you," she said again.

"Not to use them," he looked down. "If anyone saw…they would take you from me."

"Martha, it's in the house, no one is looking through the windows." Jonathon laughed as he put his newspaper on the table. Martha looked back at him, a dark look in her eyes. Ever since they had found him, her greatest fear would be that Clark would be taken from her. She loved him like her own, and would fight tooth and nail for him, but he had to help out in that too.

"Jonathon, I am worried," she said softly. "There have been more people in town lately, and strange stories keep drawing attention. I don't want them finding out about Clark."

Jonathon chuckled slightly. Martha was always the worrier, she was the one who wanted to shut him away from the world. "I understand dear, but the boy will go crazy if he can't start moving soon."

Martha looked back at Clark who was still looking at the ground. "I am sorry, dear."

She approached and hugged her son tightly. "I just don't want to lose you. I don't know…"

Clark hugged her back, burying his head into her neck.

Jonathon watched the scene with a sense of dread in his stomach. He had been feeling off lately too, he didn't want scenes like this to end.

Kent home

Lara-El had warned them. She had told them of the cabal that had killed her husband and forced her into hiding. She had left her son with them in the hopes that the cabal would not find him, hoping that she would be the target since she was the key to much of the House of El's power. Few suspected that her husband had given her control over much of the technology that had built the House of El's power.

"I saw them, Jonathon," Martha whispered. "I know it was them, they were looking at me."

"Martha, you're imagining things," her husband said a little louder than normal. "I know you're scared, but we can't live our lives as if the cabal will find us."

"Jonathon, what if they're willing to go to those lengths," Martha breathed. "I want to protect Clark, but how are we…"

The room exploded, Clark appeared from upstairs to see three men move into the front room.

"You should have stayed out of this, humans," the leader said, smacking his father into a far wall. "Did you really think that you would stay hidden from us forever?"

"So you come to kill children," Jonathon growled, standing. "Lara told us about you, about your plans."

"My foolish sister, has no idea what is going on," the man sneered. "Where is the boy?"

Before anyone could answer the dresser that had been his mother's smashed into the leader's back.

All three of them turned to see a furious Clark staring them down.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Ah, the Last Son," the man held such contempt in his voice. "You know it would have been easier had your mother handed you over to us."

"My birth mother must have been a smart woman," Clark growled. One of them moved to grab him, but he wrenched his arm around and slammed him into the wall.

"Stun him, kill the humans," the leader order.

The second man turned and fired two shots at his parents from some device on his wrist.

"Jonat...hon...Cla...rk" she gasped as then a sickening crack was heard and thus she fell to the floor. Jonathan was already dead, his eyes locked with his wife as their bodies hit the floor.

"NO!" Clark roared. It was the last straw. He slammed a fist into the man's head that he had attacked first. He felt the man's skull cave in. He looked up at the leader. "You wanted a monster."

He rushed forward, slamming both arms into him, sending him flying through the window.

"You wanted a monster!" Clark roared. "I will show you a monster!"

"Retreat," a voice called out. "You fucked this up Zor-El, you will pay for this."

Zor-El growled out in frustration but leapt into the sky as told as did the other man.

Clark watched them flying away. Rain began to fall once more, he looked up and screamed.

A woman with bright auburn hair stared at him in the distance. Her eyes widened as she watched the boy slam his hands into the ground. A crater nearly five meters formed around him. He cried out and slowly got up.

He walked mechanically into the house. The man he had punched, he kicked him again, smashing his nose and sending more blood from his head. He didn't care anymore, he walked towards his parents, and knelt down.

"Mom," he cried. "Mom, I am sorry…"

He slowly cradled his mom's head, his head snapped up as he heard someone step onto the porch.

His blue eyes narrowed dangerously "Do you want to die?"

The woman looked down at him. "What in the name of Hades is going on here?'

Clark almost grabbed a rail to throw when he saw the woman hold up her hands.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The name is Artemis, male," the woman said with a hard edge. "What is going on here?"

"Argh!" Clark gasped as he fell out of his bead. He groaned slowly, standing up. His heart felt so heavy.

Superman woke up sweating as he shook his head. It came every year, it never failed. It seemed the gods wanted him to remember his ultimate sin, getting two people killed.

Artemis had tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but deep down he still believed it was. If he hadn't been there, if he hadn't been given up by his birth mother, maybe they would be alive. Maybe they would have children of their own.

"You know, it never does good to leave you alone on nights like this," the auburn haired woman called out from the shadows.

He looked over to the lone chair in the room to see Artemis sitting there.

"Why?"

"I am your friend," the woman shrugged. "I know you, and I couldn't leave you alone right now."

Clark smiled slightly. "And scolding me for using Amazonian fighting styles?"

"A plus?" she looked up at him with a smirk. "Diana has been asking questions, but I tend to ignore her, and she doesn't believe I would teach a male our arts."

"I find it hard to believe myself at times," he admitted, sitting back in the bed. "You're not known for being the most forgiving towards males."

"You were special," she leaned back. "So have you found anything on them?"

He nodded. "The Cabal has been getting its hand dirty with Luthor Corp and the American government again. I found the remains of a man who attacked the house too."

"You sure it's him?" Artemis said. This was the first time since that night that either of the attackers who escaped had been seen.

"Evidently not," he tossed her a stack of pictures. "It was left in a way that made me believe it was a message to the Cabal from someone else."

Artemis nodded. He looked like he had been crucified after having his body mauled. "So maybe he ran across someone as strong as you?"

"That makes me more worried than you can know," Clark admitted.

"One enemy at a time boy," she said softly. "You will have my blade with you when you're ready to go after them."

"Thank you, Artemis," he said, leaning back.

"Don't mention it," she stood up. "I assume you will be better for the rest of the night?"

"I probably won't be able to go back to sleep, but yeah, I should be fine," he said as she smiled.

"We'll get them Clark, don't doubt that."

He nodded, and watched as the woman walked through the door. He leaned back and looked towards the ceiling. It was drawing near, he could tell. The Cabal was out in the open, and he was as well. He just hoped the League would stay out of his way.

The Justice League had been formed during the last world crisis. Wonder Woman, Hawk girl, Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Batman formed a core group that was slowly gaining strength. They had new members applying for admission and resources that Watchtower had to provide. All except one.

Superman appeared in Metropolis less than a year before the League was formed, but it was clear he was a major player. None of the members could get an accurate gauge on his strength, speed, or stamina. He had out-powered people that could run down Martian Manhunter and was thought to be faster than the Flash from how fast he was able to cover the city. He had ventured out, but the League rarely encountered him.

What bothered them was the viciousness with which he fought. One of the people he had been put in jail had first been introduced to a wrecking ball, several times. It was only the fact that the person he was fighting was not a normal human that kept him from killing the man.

"You know, my opinion," Bruce said looking at each of them. "We can't devote resources to watching him, no matter how much we need too."

"Even you can't figure out who he is," the Flash looked amused more than anything else. "I was sure he was one of your experiments."

Batman growled slightly. "You know I don't sponsor that type of experimentation. It's more Luthor's deal, and yet he is taking apart Luthor's schemes on a regular basis."

"We would more than likely be able to stop patrols if you would allow it," Hawkgirl growled out. She was usually the one stuck with those boring ass patrols.

"You know it's important to keep tabs on him," the Batman said flatly. "Whoever he is, he is too much of a threat to leave unchecked."

"You just don't like not knowing something," The Flash groused. "I wouldn't mind a patrol there, I want to see if he is as fast as they claim."

Bruce groaned inwardly, he looked over to Diana. The princess had a frown on her face, like something was bothering her deeply.

"Something wrong, Diana?"

Wonder Woman, looked at the table. She had images of him fighting, even though it was adapted for his size he fought like an Amazon. There were moments that it crept in when she saw videos of his fights, but there was nothing definitive. Who would have taught him? Few Amazons had left the islands in the last hundred years, and she doubted any of the Bana who had left would have taught him.

"It's nothing, Bruce," Diana said softly. She didn't want to lay out her own suspicions without proof. Many of the Amazons offered aid to the League, even the hard-liner Artemis, to go after any of them without proof would take away a valuable resource. There were only so many of them, and a growing sense of unrest in the world. She didn't know what it was, but nature was crying out as if all of life was in danger.

Batman narrowed his eyes. It was defenitly something, but Diana didn't make idle speculation. "We have an event to prepare for though."

All of them nodded and began to go over the security detail for the upcoming gala.

To the world he was Superman. He had entered into this double life just after coming to Metropolis. He had basically painted a big target on himself and dared the Cabal to come after him, even going as far as to use the symbol of his "House", if the information he had beaten out of one of their agents was correct.

The League had tried to stop him once. He had tracked down one of the Cabal, they had made the mistake of trying to force his hands by ransoming the city. He had taken a wrecking ball to the fool and beaten him with it. The ball crumbled in hands when the League showed up and demanded that he back of.

"They're never going to understand," he assured himself as he soared through Metropolis's buildings. He was flying slower than he normally would, when word of his presence had gotten out it seemed that the criminal element had gone under a rock. He remained visible from time to time because he wanted the Cabal to find him, he wanted them to pay.

He sighed, the criminal element of the city was absolutely terrified by his presence, not that he really worried about them. He pulled up and headed back towards his office. It was time to get back.

Daily Planet

Lois Lane, his second oldest friend waited for him as he entered the Planet. "You're late," she said in a huff.

He smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I was held up."

Lois noted the dark look in his eyes. It was there every single year, without fail. The criminals of the city had learned to lay off around this time, Superman was not kind to them if they made a mistake and stepped out of line. The wrecking ball he had used to beat one man had taught them that lesson quickly.

"You know, you don't have to lie," Lois said softly.

He looked at her.

"I always could tell when you lied, Clark," she said looking back towards the door. "I know we aren't dating anymore, but you can come talk to me about this stuff."

He smiled softly. This was Lois Lane, not the reporter, not the generals daughter, but Lois Lane the person. She cared deeply for everyone she had ever been with, he was lucky to be among those few.

"I know Lois, it's still hard though," he admitted, finishing up with his tie.

"You don't talk with Artemis either, do you?"

Clark shook his head. "Usually, it's Artemis talking at me. She has been my teacher for a while."

That had been a fun argument. Artemis had appeared out of the blue in his apartment, and Lois thought she would surprise him before he got back from a patrol. He chuckled slightly.

"She does seem good at giving orders," Lois snapped. She still didn't like Artemis, even if she and Clark were not dating. There was always something, off, about their relationship. Something more than teacher and student should be.

Clark almost laughed, he knew that Artemis felt the same way about her. The fact that Lois and he were still friends grated on his teacher to no end.

"I hear the League has been poking around again," Lois commented. "I got a call from Bruce Wayne himself asking questions."

"You know he needs to learn to keep his nose out of my business," Clark growled.

"They have reason to worry, Clark," she said softly. "You haven't told them about the Cabal, they have no idea what is really going on."

"I could care less," Clark said darkly. "The Cabal is mine."

Lois heard the edge, and knew better than to push. After politely telling Bruce Wayne to go to hell she had set about asking for any dirt that she could find on Wayne. If he was going after Clark she would make sure Clark had ammo to deal with him. They might not be dating but no one tried to harm her friends.

"Just, be careful Clark. I know you like to do things on your own, but you do have friends."

Clark smiled and offered her a light shoulder hug. "We're always going to be friends, no matter what happens."

Lois smiled.

Bat cave

Bruce frowned as the flags that he had set in place were triggered. Files that shouldn't be accessed were being accessed and information forwarded to Lois Lane.

"She knows something about, Superman," he growled out. It was the only reason he could think of that she would start looking for dirt on him.

"Master Bruce," Alfred called entering the cave. "Princess Diana is here to see you."

Bruce looked back, he was annoyed that this Lane woman begin digging into his past. Didn't she understand the danger that Superman represented? "Send her in Alfred."

The man nodded and turned back out the entry. A minute later the Princess of the Amazons appeared.

"I am guessing, you're not in a good mood today as usual," she said with a hint of a smirk. "What's going on?"

"I had feelers calling around Metropolis trying to get information on Superman." Bruce responded knowing what she meant which he wasn't in the mood for. He wasn't the type for friendly gathering anyway

"And it came back to bite you in the ass?" She raised an eyebrow. "Who is daring enough to challenge the master of information?"

He growled slightly. "Lois Lane, daughter of General Sam Lane. She has connections I didn't even expect. The way her people are digging it makes me almost think that she knows I am Batman."

Diana looked surprised at that. "I would assume you have your own paper trailed covered n a way that would drive most people insane. So what is going through your head?"

"I think she knows who Superman is," the man said gravely.

That did make Diana take note. She had Superman under watch, several of her sisters had reported seeing what she saw. Somehow, Superman, a male, had Amazon fighting techniques. Not just any techniques either, but the techniques of the Bana. It was impossible considering the ardent hate of the Bana for males, and yet it was.

"What did you see, Diana," he asked breaking her from her thoughts.

"What do you mean, Bruce," she asked trying to blink away the surprise.

"You didn't say it, but I know you saw something."

Diana sighed, she thought she was better at hiding these things. "In several of the fights with higher level opponents, he has demonstrated Amazon fighting techniques, specifically the techniques of the Bana."

That did surprise Bruce. He was an expert on most fighting styles and had seen some combat Tai-Chi and Kenpo in Superman's fighting style which meant that he had human teachers, to date he could find no one who thought they had taught such a man.

"He's strong, he's fast, and he is an excellent tactician," Bruce said. "The man that we stopped him from beating broke out of prison without any effort, and in the process injured the Green Lantern."

Diana did remember that. Someone had attacked Metropolis, no one had seen Superman at that point, there were only rumors that he was around, and the League arrived to find him standing over a man with a wrecking ball balanced in one hand ready to bring it down. He had backed off reluctantly but she could see the anger in his eyes. He was ready to hurt them, they were getting in the way of something important to him and it alienated him from all of them.

"This is a mess," Bruce said softly, leaning back. "He is essentially the strongest fighter on the planet, he would be a great help, and now he seems to avoid us."

"This is a good excuse to tell the others." Diana said with a slight laugh.

"It's worrying," Bruce admitted. "Diana, if Lois Lane is connected to him then there is the strong chance he knows who all of us are. Sam Lane has files on at least three members, possibly more. His intelligence network has been hitting closer than I would like and everything that I do to try and hide members better he guesses."

This was the Bruce Wayne that the world never saw. The one who was scared of failing those that he cared for, the one that was absolutely terrified that he would make a mistake and lose those he cared for once more. Diana knew though that anything she said would fall on deaf ears.

"Maybe, you're worrying too much," Diana sat down next to him. "Maybe he is really trying to do good in the world?"

"And maybe he is trying to kill us all," Bruce closed his eyes. "I know that he has done a lot of good for Metropolis, but I am scared Diana. None of us care truly match him, what can we do if he decides we're in the way?"

Clark Kent's Apartment

…He crept silently through a dark hallway. There was the sounds of struggling from the end. He smiled slightly. It was finally time.

"You won't get away with this," the man struggled.

"You think you would not face retribution for what you did," he growled out. His voice was not his own, it was like his, but darker, angrier. "You thought I would let this go?"

"I have no idea who you are!" the man struggled against the chains. He looked stunned that they would not give way.

"You should know," he chuckled. "I learned how to block our powers, I learned how to make you mortal."

The bound man's eyes widened in shock, he shook his head in terror. "There is no way…"

"You created me that night," he smiled slightly. "You made me the monster that I am, no let me show you what I have become."

The screams and crimson eyes filled his mind as the world went black…

He nearly fell off the couch. He looked around, expecting to see the man, to see the blood.

"What's going on?"

Clark slowly got up and looked towards the kitchen. His stomach rumbled and he decided to get a snack. He felt like leaping into the air, but tonight was not a night for that. The Cabal had hidden themselves well. It had taken him forever to find even a slight trace of them, and after the member was killed they seemed to disappear.

His phone rang, he looked at it and almost groaned. He had missed a call from Lana, she was not going to be happy with him.

"Clark! You can't keep bottling it all up. Please do this if not for me but for them" Clark's face softened as he heard Lana's plea. Once the message turned off Clark had enough and flew out of the window.

"I am sorry Lana," he whispered, throwing his phone to the ground. "Tonight is not the night."

He changed; he felt his clothes come together and walked towards the window. It had taken him forever to get used to speed changing without destroying clothes that weren't built for a body like his. He had actually caused a set of boxers to set on fire the first time he had tried it.

He looked up towards the night sky. The city below was busy, but no one would ever see this. He leapt into the sky and blurred, the world passed by.

"Lady Diana, we have the target," a woman with black hair said at the edge of the city. "Sending coordinates now."

His parents farm came into view. Over the years he had let trees grow along the property so that people would not have a clear view of the house. Most of the people who came to see his parents had been sworn to secrecy about what happened and his grandparents had kept the secret. No one wanted to rehash the dark night for Clark.

Sighing heavily, he walked towards the center of the farm. He kept his eyes straight ahead locked on the simple tombstones that were visible to him. He sighed heavily and stepped before their graves.

Martha and Jonathon Kent.

Proud parents and the most kind of us all.

Tears enveloped Clark and he fell to his knees as he finally cried. It had been a hard night, it had been a hard week. He closed off all his senses, he let his grief out and he simply let go.

"I am so sorry, mom, dad," he whispered. His voice sounded broken. "I am so sorry."

Diana was watching everything in the air. The target had come to the middle of nowhere and was now before what looked like old Amazon grave markers. How the hell had he known how to make them?

"I am sorry, mom, dad," she heard the strained voice. She wanted to talk with him, to know him, but entering now felt wrong to her. How angry would he be? What would he do?

She looked back and saw something that shocked her. How had that woman appeared without her?

Clark was still on his knees as he remained frozen. He heard humming, he turned and looked at a woman with long blonde hair standing behind him.

He tensed as the woman approached and wrapped her arms around his neck. She continued to hum and his entire body relaxed.

"I am sorry, my dear sweet son," she whispered. Before he could move she was gone and he was alone once more.