Deathstroke was thrown straight at the wall behind him and immediately he could feel the stinging pain from his back and face. But he wasn't about to let that slow him down.

So, with a groan, he shook himself off and stood up in a shaky manner. "Don't like hearing the truth, do you?"

Superman was in his face once more, hand raised to slam into Deathstroke's jaw once more, but a surprising person stopped the alien's assault.

"Superman, if you hit that man one more time I will make you regret it."

The hero's hand was raised as he looked at the person that had threatened him, a frown forming on his lips. "Vixen? You too?"

The dark skinned woman could only shrug. "When I heard from Ice that they were looking for someone to be Superboy's parents... I don't know... I guess my maternal side just popped out..."

With this she walked towards both men and placed her hand on the one that was holding on to Deathstroke's shoulder.

"Now let go of my partner before I go all ape on you."

Superman's eyes were wide as he looked at her, "Have you gone mad, Vixen? This is a mercenary! You couldn't possibly-"

"Oh, I could." Vixen interrupted, glaring at the powerful man dangerously. "We have been paired up to become Superboy's parents and I am not about to let you hurt my new business partner."

"Business?" Superman gasped, shoving Deathstroke into the wall, but letting him go as he turned fully to Vixen. "I see now! Toying with a boy is just a business transaction for you!"

Vixen's eyes narrowed in a very dangerous manner and Deathstroke couldn't help but wonder just how angry this woman could get.

"Did you understand it that way?" The woman took a step back while Superman crossed his arms, and Deathstroke that as his cue to stumble away.

Unfortunately, the small beating Superman gave him had left him a bit out of it, so he stumbled forward as he suddenly lost his sense of balance. But, much to his surprise, instead of finding his face meeting the floor, his body was stopped from falling by strong arms.

He looked up from the camo pants to find none other than Superboy smiling shyly at him.

A second of silence passed by them before Deathstroke cleared his throat. "Thank you, my boy."

Superboy looked away as he helped Deathstroke to stand on his feet, but the mercenary had the suspicion that it was because the boy was blushing. But he wasn't able to ask about it because his attention was immediately taken by Vixen and Superman.

"I did not say business partners in the sense that he and I will now be in a cold and heartless business transaction. I said it because now Deathstroke and I will be in one of the most important partnerships we could ever be in. We will be raising a child together." Vixen growled at the man in front of him and Kid Flash couldn't help but smile wickedly.

Seriously, he didn't even have to try to turn heroes against Superman anymore! He was such a jerk to everyone that they were all going against him now!

Ice and Guy shifted slightly at her words but couldn't help and nod. They knew when they were beaten. And by the show Vixen and Deathstroke were putting on now they knew they wouldn't get the spots for parents.

Superman's frown went from being annoyed to angered, his own eyes narrowing dangerously. "And what child would this be?"

Vixen's hands 'pinged' as her claws came out and the kids knew an all out brawl was about to occur.

"I'll tell you once I've whooped your ass!"

Superman rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I'd love to see that!"

This made Vixen drop down into a crouch and she was about to jump on Superman and scratch his eyes out, but before she could, Superboy was suddenly standing in front of her, and Superman was flying across to the other side of the room.

"Superboy!" Vixen gasped, standing up to place a hand on the angered boy's shoulders.

He was breathing heavily and his hands were balled up into fists, glaring in a very angered manner in the direction he had punched Superman.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Superboy growled, motioning to Superman. "I don't care what you do to me! Not anymore after you've treated me like the plague! But don't you dare go attacking someone that's finally shown some kind of interest in me!"

The wall wasn't standing anymore. Superman had broken straight through it and was now lying in the rubble. But even through that destruction he could hear the threat in Conner's voice.

He craned his neck to look at the teen, only to find Guy and Ice standing over him. The man's ring was glowing as he pointed it at the alien and Ice's hand were covered in frost.

"I wouldn't anger the kid any more, Supes." Guy told him, shaking his head softly.

Ice nodded and Superman was afraid because of her terribly calm demeanor. "Actually, I believe you should be leaving, Superman."

Now she dropped to have her knee driving into Superman's rib cage as her hand held onto the front of his cape, in much the same manner he had done to Deathstroke.

"And if you don't want to have three very dangerous Leaguers attacking you for the rest of your life- along with an intelligent mercenary- you will never bother Superboy again."

Superman coughed at the force of the knee wedging itself into his body but still nodded.

Ice made sure to apply a bit more force into her knee before she finally stood up then nodded at Guy. And he took the permission to pick Superman up in a makeshift gurney and stood him up.

"Go, Supes..." Then the red head shook his head as he turned away. "Made yourself look worse than even the Joker today..."

Superman moved to try and talk to him, but a dangerous glare from Deathstroke made him stop. "Good bye."

And then he was gone.

The whole group stayed in silence after he left, all of them much too tense to do anything. Luckily, though, that was when Greg entered.

To find his family room in disarray.

"What in tarnation happened ta my livin' room?!"

Wally was looking at Conner as he saw the clone packing up his clothing, M'gann seated beside him on the bed.

"Are you sure about this, Con?" M'gann asked, her hand in Wally's.

The red head squeezed at it softly and he couldn't help but smile sadly at her. Before he would have been elated to hold her hand. Seeing how he had a crush on her. But after so many things had happened, he was more than happy to just be there as her friend.

Conner stopped his movements and his shoulders drooped slightly, a sigh escaping from his lips, "Honestly?" He asked, turning around to look at both his friends. "No. I'm not sure."

With this he turned back to packing and M'gann smiled sadly at his back.

"But this is something I need to do. I can't stay locked up here, M'gann. Not in a place where I'm glared at for being who I am."

Wally chuckled nervously, "Sorry about that."

After the confrontation with Superman, Deathstroke had left in a hurry, knowing that the rest of the League was on its way. And while he wanted to rejoice over being picked as Superboy's father, he knew better than to risk being captured by angered heroes.

Batman had been so angry when he got there. No hero was safe, not even Guy. And even Red Hood was given a tongue lashing that would last for quite a while.

What had they been thinking? Bringing so many dangerous people to Vigilante's home? Were there really no thoughts in their minds?

But once the Bat had calmed and Flash had analyzed everything that happened, the Team wasn't disbanded. All they had done was do what they thought was right given Superboy and Superman's difficult relationship. And they didn't have to know that they had chosen Deathstroke as the new father. They could keep on thinking that Vixen would just be a single mother.

Conner chuckled in a humorless way, "We're all to blame, Wally. If we didn't allow you to get the best of us, we wouldn't get into too much trouble... But I can't say that I would change any of my experiences for a better life. I love this too much."

Now Conner was facing both his friends, his bag slung over his shoulder.

The clone didn't have that many possessions. Living in a place he didn't feel comfortable had done that to him. But maybe now, in his new life, he could decorate his new room in a similar fashion to what Wally's room had looked like.

"Ready?" Wally asked, standing while helping M'gann up as well.

Conner now breathed out with a nod, "As ready as I'll ever be."

Deathstroke was nervous.

He hadn't felt this way in so long that he felt absolutely sick as his hands twitched to grasp at his belt. He honestly had no idea how good of a father he would be to Conner...

The boy had been trusting enough to even tell him his real identity. Conner. Conner Wilson. That had a nice ring to it, didn't it?

He was standing in his costume with Vixen right beside him, the whole Team around them as they waited for Conner, Wally, and M'gann.

Apart from feeling nervous, he was feeling fortunate. They had all told him their real identities. All except for Robin and Red Hood, but he didn't mind. He already knew who Todd was and he completely understood why the bird didn't want anyone knowing who he really was.

"I can't wait to take you both to my house. He'll absolutely flip!" Vixen cheered inwardly, smiling as she nudged Deathstroke's shoulder with her own. "And I'm sure you won't mind the privacy!"

Deathstroke smiled at her and nodded, "That would be nice."

Vixen smiled softly up at him and Deathstroke allowed himself a small smile. This was nice. Comfortable, even.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson!"

Suddenly Wally appeared at the mouth of the living room, M'gann beside him. "I give you your son!"

Now both red heads stepped away to reveal slightly blushing Conner, who waved at his new parents. "Hi."

The hero and mercenary exchanged one look before they walked towards Conner, enveloping him in a tight hug. "Hi."

So, this is it. I'll most probably be making a spin off story of this rag tag family if you'd all like to see it.

And I chose this finish because, really, it's pretty perfect. Like pointed out by a very intelligent reviewer, Deathstroke is the ultimate badass father. He can teach Conner all about control and help him with anything and Vixen can be there whenever Deathstroke goes too hard to console Conner... Or slap him in the face to continue the mission. It could go either way, really.

But, if you would like to see more of this family, tell me. I'm kind of interested in it myself!

Please review!