At Luthor Corporations

"Why do you think this is going to work?" asked Mercy.

Hope hummed in agreement.

Honestly, I didn't even know what I was doing. I just wanted both my dads to talk to each other without trying to rip the other's head off. And if I wanted to be successful in that I had to ask the people who knew my dad the most.

"Hope, I need you to set up a candle lit dinner in the penthouse."

"Candle lit dinner?" Hope asked.

"Yes, it's for both of my fathers."

Hope raised an eyebrow and straightened up in her seat.

The three of us were sitting in a conference room that I checked for listening devices. As Hope and Mercy sat down and pulled out their tablets and phones I blurted out my plan as fast as I could to get their attention. I was met with twin looks of alarm and confusion. Mercy has always been straightforward with me and if I wanted their help I'd need to listen to all their concerns and the inevitable holes in my plan.

"And what am I supposed to do with this farce of a plan?" Mercy asked.

"I need you to cut off the tech and electronics in the house. I want to lock them in the penthouse long enough to get them to talk each other civilly. I know that my father has his penthouse lead lined so…my plan isn't that bad, right?" I asked nervously.

Hope cleared her throat. "Think of it this way, Mercy, the more time Mr. Luthor spends with Superman privately, the more vacation time we get."

I nodded.

"Well, I guess it isn't a completely horrible plan but, what if they argue instead of talking it out?" Mercy scoffed.

"I was hoping that you'd see it my way. If they argue, I was told to drop a piece of pink Kryptonite in the penthouse to get them to "cooperate", and yes Hope I know what pink Kryptonite does."

Hope smirked. "Alright. Let's get to work you two, we don't have all day. Mr. Luthor is in meetings until 2:00 in the afternoon."

Mercy got out of her seat mumbling something about "all that tech to rewire" and Hope said that she'd head straight to the penthouse to set up dinner.

The Daily Planet Roof – 6:00 PM

Mercy and Hope both finished their ends of the plan thirty minutes ago. Mercy had to create more work for Lex so that he'd leave his office around this time. Now it was my turn, I had to lure Superman to Lex Luthor's penthouse. It's the easiest thing in the world, right? All I had to do was merely say that Lex wasn't up to any good and Superman would come out flying cape and all. The problem was Clark has gotten better at reading me; I'd have to be very convincing.

"Clark, could you come up here, please? It's an emergency!" I whispered.

Clark would be able to hear me; his ears could pick up the smallest vibrations. Not five seconds after I called for him, the roof top door to the Planet slammed open and Clark came running towards me.

"Are you hurt? Is something on fire? I told you not use the oven without supervision, Conner." Clark said frantically.

"Um, no, I'm fine but-"

He breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good but what's the emergency?"

"Um…Lex is doing something evil, again?"

"Like?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

I didn't get this far in planning what to say to get Clark to the penthouse. I guess I'd have to wing it.

"He has your DNA and he plans on making another clone. You should hurry; I think he's at his penthouse right now! You should suit up and go over there and stop him, I'm not ready to have another sibling."

"Conner, are you sure?"

"Why are you hesitating? You were the one who's always trying to tell me that Lex couldn't change his ways. I'm trying to help you stop him. Go!" I yelled.

"Alright, go to the apartment and wait for me. We need to talk about what to do about our arrangement with Luthor."

In two seconds Clark became Superman and he flew off towards Lex's penthouse. Perfect. I pulled out my cell phone and speed dialed Mercy. She would deadbolt the front door from outside as soon as Lex walked in and Hope would deadbolt the balcony doors as soon as Superman flew in.

"Are they in there?"

"Yep, locked up tight and seething mad too, I hope you know what you're doing, Conner." Mercy said.

I hung up my phone and turned to my right. Sphere was beeping happily at me as I walked to mount my bike. Mercy installed a intercom outside the balcony doors that would allow me to speak to both my dads.

At Luthor Penthouse Balcony – 6:15 PM

"Conner, let us out this instant!" Lex shouted.

I gazed at both Mercy and Hope, Hope was hysterically laughing and Mercy was tapping on her tablet.

"No." I said.

"What! If you don't unlock these doors-" Lex shouted.

Superman pushed Lex out of the way and spoke through the intercom. "Conner, what's this all about? You lied to me, why?"

I sighed. "I'm tired of you two fighting all the time. I'm tired of the two of you ignoring each other when you clearly want to be together. And I'm sick of the two of you hurting each other all the time. I just want to have both of my parents talk to each other without the other thinking about causing bodily harm."

He sighed. "Conner, I sorry if we made you feel this way…if you want us to talk then we'll talk. Are you ever going to let us out?"

"I'll let you out only once you've had a nice conversation over dinner. Mercy and Hope will supervise; I'll be back in the morning!"

Luthor Penthouse Dining Room – 6:30 PM

"So…how was your day?" Clark asked.

Lex glared. "Are you really going to cave into our son's whims? You've grown soft, alien."

"How are we ever going to be civil if you call me that? My name is Clark; it's not hard to enunciate, Luthor."

"I know that, I just adore watching you squirm over the truth. You pretend that you're normal, one of those muckrakers at the Daily Planet, but deep down we both know that you are capable of destroying this world several times over. What's stopping you from becoming a tyrant?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Lex smirked from across the table.

"Why do you always try to get a rise out of me? Is this about how we first met?"

"Don't you dare! This has nothing to do with that horrid meteor rock-" Lex said.

"Behave, boys!" Mercy said through the intercom.

"We have to talk, Lex, or we won't be let out of here. It's only for one night; let's just get this over with so we don't have to be around each other for long. I'll talk to Conner in the morning; it's obvious that he's been spending too much time with you."

Lex scoffed. "Oh, so when he comes up with a plan you don't approve of it's my fault?"

"Yes."

"You self righteous bastard, if anything Conner spends too much time worshipping you, running around trying to play hero like his father. It warms my heart to see the two of you in action. After all, you were always on board with Conner being around—oh wait…no, I'm pretty sure you neglected him for several months!" Lex smirked.

"You stole my DNA and created a clone of me. What was I supposed to do? Kiss you and tell you I've always wanted children? Before Conner showed up I had my life figured out."

"I'm not sorry that I ruined your plans-" Lex started to say.

He was stopped by Clark hovering over Lex, the Kryptonian being so close to him made Lex very nervous. Lex knew that only two things normally happened when Superman stood close to him. One, was that he was about to be punched in the face and two or he'd get thrown into a wall. Neither sounded pleasing at the moment.

"What?" Lex asked.

"You know I think Conner had another motive for locking us in here."

"Please enlighten me then."

Clark sighed. "I think Conner…wants you to-"

"Out with it already! Quit stuttering like a buffoon-"

And without hesitation Clark leaned over and planted a kiss squarely on Lex's lips promptly shutting him up. The kiss remained chaste as Clark grabbed Lex by the lapels of his suit for purchase. Lex had grabbed onto both of Clark's forearms thinking that would help push him away. It didn't work; Clark was persistent in his mission to kiss the father of his son. A few seconds later Clark did let up and hovered over Lex slightly.

"Well, how was that?" Clark asked.

"I-It w-was inadequate. Wipe that goofy look off of your face!"

Clark smiled. "No, I think I like you like this. Lex Luthor reduced to a pile of goo over a little kiss. No one would believe me.

Lex rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his dinner.

"So…how are we working out our sleeping arrangements?"

The clattering of silverware being dropped filled the room as Lex glared at Clark.

"You can sleep on the sofa, alien-"

"Aw! I was hoping we could cuddle…or do something else-"

"Stop this ridiculousness this instant-"

Clark laughed. "If my memory serves me right, you had no problem with me being affected by pink Kryptonite. I wonder if you still have that dagger,"

Lex growled.

"Now you know how it feels when you try to get a rise out of me."

Clark leaned over again and pecked at Lex's bald head. This earned another growl from Lex but Lex deflated in his seat and crossed his arms.

"I do believe we've made progress, Lex." Clark smiled.