A/N: With the news that Netflix are in fact bringing back YJ (Start cheering!) I'm writing this. Very very minor crossover with YJ. A one off.

Conveniently enough this is also the first time I've taken a stab at The Man Of Steel. Not sure I pulled him off...Also more Batdad in action! For being a screwup himself - Bruce gives the best dadvice. My friend and I have a running joke that the side-kicks (whoops, sorry - The Team) think he's the best mentor ever - the adults think the opposite.

He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about it. Him. Superboy. Not with Diana and certainly not with Bruce.

That night, after he'd gone home, he'd stared at himself in the bathroom mirror and asked himself how Luthor had gotten hold of his DNA.

How he could have made those clones of him.

Clark Kent had seen his share of twists - but this, this was new. This was strange. That clone was him. Had his powers. Clark had grown up on a farm in the middle of nowhere - It wasn't easy sometimes, but it came with it's advantages. He had space to get used to his own strength and his own power and space enough to form an unbiased opinion of the world and his role in it.

This clone did not have that luxury. He'd been thrown into the deep end right off the bat. He'd turned on his creators, what was to stop him turning on The League?

If Clark were honest with himself, he'd admit he was also just slightly terrified - of being a mentor and a father. He'd never been asked to teach someone with his kind of ability, he wouldn't even know if Conner wanted it; he wouldn't blame the boy after the reception he'd gotten - after Clark had clapped eyes on him. Clark hadn't even had the luxury of getting used to the idea that he was responsible for another living being. Suddenly, Conner was there - an angry, confused boy that should never have existed in the first place.

Clark had done a good job of avoiding Diana - knowing that the Amazon would be on Conner and Bruce's side but avoiding Bruce had been trickier.

It wasn't that he was terrified there was too much Luthor in Conner - rather the opposite. He was terrified there was too much of him in Conner.

'-Superman are you even paying attention?'

Clark snapped up straight and looked across the table at Bruce. 'I'm sorry, I was thinking about something completely different.' He admitted and wished he didn't catch the knowing look Bruce was giving him under the cowl. Like he knew what Clark was currently thinking about.

Diana turned to give him a concerned look but he brushed it off and listened as the meeting that Batman had called between the three of them resumed.

'As I was saying,' Batman griped. 'It's been unusually quiet of late -Nelson and Zatara are reporting the same - No activity from any of our known adversaries. it's quiet out there. Even on the magical front.' If Clark didn't know any better, he'd swear Bruce was almost disappointed in the criminal fraternity at large.

'Onto recent…. developments - Luthor is claiming he had no idea his research facility had been perverted at all - and we can't pin it on him. All the evidence was destroyed in the chaos.' Pity. Clark winced at the reminder that Luthor had once again outsmarted them and ran rings around the judicial system. Maybe not today, but one day, they'd nail him for good.

'Added to that - We have developing tensions in Bilaya - Bee is becoming a nuisance.'

'Would that not be a good exercise for the children?' Diana asked. 'They said they wanted work.'

'It's an unstable political regime.' Bruce replied.

'I never said anything about engaging. An Amazon's first ever job is not to fight - but to relay information. Strictly reconnaissance.' She replied, laying out her idea. 'With the proper precautions, it could be the perfect opportunity to prove themselves.'

'Red Tornado did say they were getting a bit of cabin fever.' Clark pitched in.

'And if they're caught?' Bruce returned.

'They aren't affiliated with The League, are they?'

Clearly, Diana had been spending too much time with Bruce.

'I'll think it over.' He agreed. 'That seems to be it for this month.'

Thank god. He needed to get back and make sure Luthor stayed where he could see him. Clark pushed back the chair, ready to depart with Diana as usual.

'Clark? A word.'

He groaned and stalled feet from the door. Diana threw him an amused expression as she left, shutting the door behind her.

Clark turned back to Batman, who was watching the world turn below the window with suspicion. 'If this is about Conner-' He grit.

'You seem to be under the impression that your guidance won't make a difference in the grand scheme of things, Clark. I just wanted to tell you that you're wrong.'

His jaw tightened as he strode up beside his friend and replied 'That boy was made by Luthor to kill and replace me.'

'That may be what Luthor intended, but that isn't what the boy could become.'

'Bruce, you have to know -'

'What I know is that there is a teenager down there right now who is confused, powerful and in need of someone to help guide him.'

'Then you do it.' Clark snapped back. 'You seem to have it all figured out.' You do it, Di, do it. Anyone but me. I'll screw it up, I've already screwed it up.

Bruce turned to look at him, clearly giving him a look that questioned his intelligence. 'I don't know what he's going through. You do. You've been there.'

'Bruce-'

'Clark. That boy is your son.'

'You're just not going to stop, are you?'

'No.' Bruce replied and then turned to walk away. Clark was left staring down at the Earth, even guiltier than he had minutes before.

Deep down, he knew that everything Bruce had just said was right.

How was he always right?