"if we believe it, we can breathe it into life"

by Cerulean Leader

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Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. :)

Rating: K+

Pairing: mentions of Supermartian

Warnings: none

Summary: Post 1x26. Parent Teacher Interviews are coming up at Conner and M'gann's school. Only problem is, Conner doesn't know how to ask Clark to come.

When Conner was first called out of his room to attend the training session that Black Canary had taken time off for, they were pretty surprised to hear a loud yell, a crash and then see the teenager stalking out of his room with a "cute" pout on his defined face. His eyebrows were knotted together in annoyance, but just ignored all the confused expressions he received when he went to stand beside Dick and Wally without a word.

Dick glanced at him, before poking him in the shoulder. "Superboy, are you okay?"

Conner was silently fuming, his breathing slowly becoming heavy while he just stared ahead of him. Apparently, the rocky walls were a lot more interesting than his friends. Black Canary just stood there with a raised eyebrow, re-tugging on the fingerless glove that must have slipped off. "Uh, dude?" nudged Wally. "What's up your ass?"

M'gann looked at her boyfriend with sad eyes. "Parent Teacher Interviews were just announced at school today." she sighed, rubbing her arm. "He's feeling conflicted because him and Superman only recently got on good terms and he might think that's a bit awkward to attend something as Conner's father."

Raquel and Zatanna just looked at each other with a shrug.

"The big man isn't going to bite, Supes." Artemis laughed, ignoring the warning look that Kaldur was sending her.

Black Canary then moved to stand in the centre of the room. "Maybe it would be best if I approach him with his information?" she suggested, trying to make eye-contact with the stubborn Kryptonian. "Batman put me down as one of your guardians, Conner, so I'm happy to go if you want me too."

"Can we just get on with training?"

Kaldur nodded his head, hoping to release the tension in the room that had built up quickly. "That is a good idea."

"Superman, a word, please?" Black Canary said the next day when she approached the hero of Metropolis. He was standing beside Wonder Woman and the Flash, seeming to be in the middle of an intense talk but she didn't worry about it.

He turned to her in confusion, and excused himself from his fellow Justice League founders. "Uh, sure, Dinah." He led her away so they could talk privately, his face holding a concerned expression. "What's wrong? Has something happened? Is it to do with Conner?"

"You catch on fast."

"Batman is rubbing off on me."

She smirked in response, but decided to cut to the chase. "Look, Clark, you know he really looks up to you, right?" A nod in response. "Parent Teacher Interviews are coming up in a few days at his school, and he wants you to attend them as his father." she explained. He didn't seem fazed at the term, just a small tug at the corners of his mouth as a reaction.

"He couldn't ask me himself?" he asked, his blue eyes shining in curiosity. The more he got to know the boy, the more he grew on him. They had been getting along really well, even taking on some sort of brother/father relationship and with Clark giving Conner his own Kryptonian name, "Kon-El". He'd even introduced Conner to John and Martha Kent, who had been eagerly awaiting to meet the boy they could call another son (with a lecture from the slowly aging woman to Clark for keeping the other metahuman away from them for so long).

"Conner thought that you might be uncomfortable doing it, so I offered to talk to you."

"I'd love too. So, when is it?"

"Clark, you don't have to do this." Conner said, almost shyly, as they stepped out of the station wagon. Clark just smiled in response, fixing his square-rimmed glasses and the fedora hat so that they sat properly. "I mean, seriously. I'd would understand if you want to go back to Metropolis now. I'll just call Black Canary."

The journalist looked at him sceptically, in a teasing manner."Are you trying to get rid of me so that I don't here all the bad feedback from your teachers?" Conner tilted his head to the side, a questionable look on his face.

"I have good grades."

"Then let them tell me that so I can go home proud." he replied, walking through the Happy Habour High School double doors with a dumbfounded Conner right on his heels. "Which way to the gym?" The younger boy just told him the directions automatically, not bothering to offer another escape opening because it didn't seem that the older Kent would take the opportunity, seemingly dead-set on wanting to getting to know his son even further.

Reaching a table with a pile of papers on it, Clark grabbed one and began reading through the teachers names. "Who are we seeing first?"

"Uh," Conner began, glancing down at a crumpled slip in his palm. "My History teacher, Lucas Carr."

"Ah, Mr Kent, Conner, glad you could make it." Mr Carr said with a friendly smile. The teacher was as happy as ever, especially with the good feedback he had to report to his students parents for the semester. Plus, he was seeing an old friend (Clark, because he had worked with the Justice League on several occasions himself). "Unfortunately, I really have nothing bad to say about your son, Mr Kent. He's a top-notch student who definitely knows his stuff."

Clark clapped a hand on Conner's shoulder. "Glad to hear it. So, no misbehaving or anything like that? No catching him with Megan?"

The younger Kryptonian's blue eyes widened and his cheeks began to grow hot under his usually stoic manner that he upheld most of the time. "What?!" he hissed through clenched teeth, ready to just sink into the floor from embarrassment.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

"Aren't you glad that I came now?" Clark asked as he cut a piece of steaming apple pie with the side of his fork.

Conner was glaring at him with annoyance. "You're going to enjoy embarrassing me for the rest of my life, right?" he asked with a dejected sigh, digging into his own slice of pie, poking at it. He had decided on an apple one as well, as well as a bit of cream on the side. Ever since M'gann had accidentally soaked him in egg yolk and flour, he had had this weird addiction to cream.

And soup too, surprisingly(1).

"Maybe just once in a blue moon." Clark laughed, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he swallowed the pastry. "Anyway, I'm glad I came. It feels good to know that I'm doing something right with my life right know and making up for all those months that I avoided my responsibilities, you know what I mean?"

Conner nodded. "I'm glad you did too."

A/N: I've been dying to write this for a while now because the idea has been floating around in my head for around 3 weeks now. It turned out longer and weirder than I originally planned, but whatever. :)

Okay, to the readers of Heartstrings, Part 6 will be up soon, I'm just trying to work out some details so that I can finish writing it. It would be a big help if you voted on the poll I set up on my profile as well to help me. Thanks!

(1) If anybody understood this reference, I'll love you forever. For those who didn't, go search up Inner Mind Theater on YouTube right now, 'cause you're missing out on some funny YJ stuff! :D

Word Count: 1,170

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~CL