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Bab 14: Chapter 14: A True Superman.

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-General P.O.V-

Jon raced towards the hole on the far wall of the chamber which was sucking everything out into the vacuum of space, threatening to do the same to his Dad and the Dark Knight.

Fortunately, he reached them in time, tightening his grip around both Superman and Batman.

The suction from the breach in the station's hull threatened to tear them away, but Jon pushed forward, using every ounce of his strength and willpower to keep them together while flying to safety.

Ahead, the massive vault door loomed, its thick metal surface seemingly impenetrable.

For a moment, Jon wondered if he would crash into it, but the door suddenly gave way, opening just in time.

With a final burst of speed, he plunged through the gap, his momentum carrying all three of them out into the hall, tumbling to the floor in a tangled heap.

Robin stood by, with the wrist computer connected to the Vault's security pad, he quickly sealed the doors shut.

Donning a wide relieved smirk, he turned to face his friend,

"Told you you're not alone."

he said, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Jon managed a weak smile, but the victory was short-lived. His expression twisted into one of horror as the entire Watchtower shuddered violently.

"Shit."

he muttered, eyes wide with realization.

"We forgot about the Vault's contents! We need to secure them!"

The weight of his mistake hit him like a ton of bricks.

Dangerous artifacts, some of the most powerful in the world, were now drifting out into the cold, unforgiving darkness of space.

If they fell into the wrong hands... Jon couldn't even finish the thought. The implications were too terrifying.

He floated upward, tapping into the remaining energy reserves within his cells. They amount was little as compared to before but...it would have to do.

"Stabilize the station before it falls out of orbit, I'll gather the artifacts."

Jon instructed, voice carrying the urgency of the situation.

Robin, already typing furiously on his wrist computer, glanced up at him,

"And if the Watchtower is beyond saving?"

He asked, his tone serious.

Jon looked over at the unconscious forms of Superman and Batman, his heart heavy with the weight of their lives.

"Then we'll take the League and abandon ship."

He replied, determination hardening his voice. There was no other option.

---

A brilliant red streak slashed across the sky as Jon rocketed away from the Watchtower.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

The station was falling, dragged down by Earth's gravity. He needed to act quickly.

Reaching the gaping hole where the vault had been, Jon's enhanced vision scanned the damage. Damage he himself had caused.

The metal chassis was melted beyond repair, jagged edges twisted and warped by the heat of his laser beams.

The breach was massive, and worse, the Vault's contents were slipping out, one by one, like sand through an hourglass.

His eyes darted around, searching for a solution. Spotting a large antenna dish attached to the side of the station, Jon shot towards it.

He tore it free with a powerful yank, the metal groaning in protest.

He hooked his feet around a thick cable, steadying himself as he pounded the dish into a flat panel.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he worked, the heat from re-entry becoming almost unbearable despite his durable skin.

Jon pushed the makeshift patch over the hole, gritting his teeth as he used his heat vision to weld the flattened dish panel in place.

The station shuddered beneath him, but the breach was sealed. It wasn't perfect, but it would hold— he hoped.

With that done, Jon turned his attention to the floating relics. A dozen of them in glass cases and metal boxes.

He flew forward, desperate to reclaim the lost items.

But exhaustion was creeping in, causing his vision to blur.

He could feel his strength waning, the energy reserves in his body nearly depleted.

Between his powers and the fact he was using the solar energy to replace his breathing function to avoid suffocation, the constant strain bottomed him out.

As he reached out for the first item—a glass capsule containing a red crystal—his body betrayed him.

His limbs locked up, muscles frozen in place as if they had been switched off. He felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, powerless to stop it.

Still in momentum, Jon collided with the capsule, the glass shattering upon impact.

The red crystal within pulsed with a dark, scarlet energy that radiated outward, enveloping Jon's passed out form in a sinister glow.

Unknown to him, a bio-chemical reaction had begun deep within his cells.

The radiation from the crystal seeped into his very being, catalyzing an evolution within the young Human-Kryptonian hybrid.

His body convulsed, energy surging through him as his genetic makeup began to change in ways he could neither comprehend nor control.

When the Martian Manhunter arrived, the first to regain consciousness, he found Jon floating among the relics, seemingly lifeless.

The red crystal was nowhere to be found— and was categorized to be lost somewhere in the vastness of space.

---

-Jon's P.O.V-

I woke with a start, my entire body tingling with a strange, electric charge.

It wasn't the usual warmth I felt from absorbing the sun's energy; this was something different, something new.

Before I could even begin to explore the sensation, my father rushed into the room.

The medical bay was quiet, the only sounds being the soft hum of machinery around me, and the almost too loud beat of his heart.

His arms radiated warmth and concern, holding me tight.

"Jon! Thank God you're safe!"

Dad exclaimed, his voice thick with relief.

I hugged him back, the electric feeling momentarily forgotten.

Behind him, I saw Robin and Batman standing in the doorway. Robin flashed me a thumbs-up, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"What happened?"

I asked, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. The last thing I remember was the Watchtower falling.

"Did we save the day?"

Robin stretched lazily, clearly enjoying my mounting impatience.

"Well..."

he drawled, letting the suspense build.

I clenched my fists, ready to strangle him if he didn't spit it out soon. Finally, Robin grinned. "Yeah, we totally saved the world, dude. Manhunter stopped most of the Watchtower from hitting the ground, though there was some debris."

The tension drained out of me, leaving behind a shaky sort of relief. I hadn't failed, not completely.

Batman stepped forward, his gaze stern but not unkind.

"You both did a good job."

He said, his voice as steady as ever.

"Not only did you save the world, but you also saved the Justice League. Considering your age, what you did was impressive, but also reckless."

Robin snorted, crossing his arms.

"I knew the 'but' was coming."

He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"You can't just let us have this, can you? We stopped an alien invasion, for crying out loud."

Dad, who had been silently watching the exchange, placed a hand on Batman's shoulder.

"He's right, Bruce. Let's mark this down as a win. They've more than earned it."

Batman hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Jon."

The way he called my name made me stiffen on instict. I might have imagined the flash of amusement in his eyes at my reaction,

"you'll join Robin for a mandatory training regimen. But otherwise, good job, both of you."

I jerked my head in a nod, stomping down on the urge to say, 'Sir yes Sir!' God, the aura on the guy.

Robin gave me a knowing grin as he and Batman left the room.

'I'll call you.'

He mouthed, waving over his shoulder.

'I won't pick up.'

I mouthed back and he rolled his eyes.

'Stay whelmed Kent.'

As the door closed behind them, I found myself alone with my father. I opened my mouth to say something, but he beat me to it.

"You were so brave, Jon,"

He said softly, his eyes filled with pride.

"I talked to your mom. She told me you saved her."

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was saying everything I had ever wanted and hoped to hear from him. And the Joy I felt was even better than I'd imagined.

"You taught me that."

I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, yet ringing with undeniable truth,

"To be brave, always. It's what kept me going."

Dad smiled, the kind of smile that made everything feel okay, even when it wasn't. This was the real him. I had been worried Starro's mind control might have left some side effects, but there was no need for concern.

He ruffled my hair affectionately.

"I'm proud to be your father, son. Very proud."

The simple statement made my face burn redder than the sun.

I tried to hide my embarrassment, but the grin spreading across my face was impossible to suppress.

---

Later that night, I sat on my bed, the cool light of the moon filtering through my window.

I was shirtless, my skin still tingling with that strange, electric sensation.

I closed my eyes, slipping into a meditative state as I had been taught. Torquasm bridged the gap between the outer and the inner, the body and the mind.

The trance came easily these days.

In this state, I could sense my entire being with perfect clarity.

I reached out mentally, probing the electric feeling that had been with me since I woke up.

It wasn't difficult to find; it was there, just beneath the surface, an invisible field of energy that seemed to wrap around my body like a second skin.

Curious, I picked up a pen from my bedside table and held it against my chest.

To my surprise, the pen was pushed back slightly by the energy field. But when I touched my chest with my finger, the thin membrane parted as if it wasn't even there.

"I think... I've finally unlocked a bio-electric aura."

I muttered to myself, the realization sending a thrill of excitement through me.

Without another thought, I moved to the window, stepping onto the ledge.

The night air was cool against my skin as I prepared for one final test. With a deep breath, I launched myself into the Metropolis sky.

The air cracked with the force of a sonic boom as I accelerated, faster than I had ever flown before.

The city below blurred into a streak of colors as I tore past and covered miles across the Kansas night.

Windmills spun lazily beneath me as I completed three full laps around the State in under a minute.

With the bio-electric aura, my flight speed had increased exponentially.

Friction was no longer an issue; the field protected me, kept me warm even in the coldest of altitudes.

I was faster, somehow stronger(a possible enhancement to my physique maybe?), and more in control of my powers than I had ever been.

The bio-electric aura wasn't just a shield—it was a conduit, amplifying my other abilities in ways I was only beginning to understand.

An extension of my very being. It was exhilarating.

Slowing my flight, I hovered above the familiar fields of Smallville, Metropolis far in the distance.

The town I had grown up in slept peacefully beneath the stars, unaware of the battle that had raged above the Earth, unaware of the power now coursing through me.

For a moment, I simply floated there, basking in the calm of the night, feeling a sense of unity with everything around me.

I was truly a Superman now.

-0-

Far away, in a different part of the State, Lex Luthor strode down a brightly lit hallway, his steps echoing off the sterile white walls.

Behind him, a scientist scurried to keep up, his voice a nervous drone as he explained their latest project.

"...using the creature Starro's remains to potentially create a cure for Alzheimer's."

the scientist was saying.

"If successful, LexCorp would benefit immensely by eradicating a disease with no known remedy."

Luthor didn't even break stride.

"Dr. Weathers."

He interrupted, his tone as sharp as a knife.

"I'm not interested in selling cures. I already have more money than I could ever spend in a thousand lifetimes. My question to you was, can it be done? I want every trace of DNA from the wound inflicted on the specimen."

Dr. Weathers visibly squirmed, his discomfort obvious.

"Mr. Luthor,"

He stammered,

"You're talking about extracting a Kryptonian's DNA samples from residual energy left by their heat vision. Th-that's literally impossible."

Luthor came to a stop in front of a large observation window. Beyond the glass, the massive form of Starro lay on a metal slab, a team of scientists and technicians swarming around it like ants.

The creature's once formidable multilimbed body was now limp and dissected, carefully cataloged and analyzed.

Luthor's expression was unreadable, his eyes cold as he stared at the large hole where the dead alien's eye had been.

But beneath the surface, a storm of emotions raged—determination, hatred, and a twisted sense of anticipation.

"Impossible?"

He repeated, his voice low and dangerous,

"That is a word banned in Cadmus. You will get me what I want. And what I want right now, Dr. Weathers, is that Kryptonian boy's DNA."

The scientist's face drained of color, but he nodded shakily, knowing there was no arguing with Lex Luthor.

Failure was not an option, not when dealing with a man who wielded power like a weapon.

Luthor turned away from the window, his mind already racing with possibilities.

That boy had interfered with his plans and cost him dearly. Cost him, the death of his greatest enemy- Superman.

The grudge Luthor held was more than just professional; it was personal.

He wouldn't rest until he had the Kryptonian in his grasp, and when he did, the world would see just how dangerous it was to cross Lex Luthor.

As he walked away, the dim light of the hallway seemed to grow colder, the shadows lengthening behind him.

The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear—this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

And somewhere in the quiet town of Smallville, under the light of the full moon, Jon Kent felt a shiver run down his spine.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something dark was coming, headed for him.

"Let them come. I'm ready."

Jon muttered. They wouldn't find a helpless boy anymore but a Superman...


Bab 15: Chapter 15: Young Justice Starts.

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-General P.O.V-

The sun hung high over Smallville, casting a golden light across the Kent farm.

Jon stood outside the barn, eyes gleaming with excitement as his Ma straightened the seams of his new Super suit- made from the same material as his Dad's costume with the house of El emblazoned on the chest. Though it was missing the iconic cape.

He couldn't stop bouncing on his heels, eager for the day ahead.

"How do I look, Ma?"

Jon asked, grinning.

Lois smiled warmly, adjusting his red and blue costume one final time. "You look perfect, sweetheart. Just remember—this isn't just any day. It's a big step."

His Dad stood by, watching the scene with a quiet smile.

"Well, I still think it's missing the red trunks. They're iconic, you know."

Lois shot him a stern look.

"I'm not sending our son out there looking like a clown, Clark."

Jon chuckled as his Dad's face dropped into a mock pout.

"They work for you, Dad."

He assured.

"You're Superman, after all."

Clark ruffled Jon's hair, a proud smile on his face.

"That's right, and one day, you'll carve your own legacy. Larger than even mine."

With a final wave to Lois, Jon followed his Dad into the barn, which had been fitted with the sleek Zeta beam technology that linked Smallville to the League's Hall of Justice.

They had Green Lantern to thank for that, now Jon could join Robin for Batman's training without having to fly to Gotham every other week.

The familiar hum of the beam surrounded them, and in an instant, they were whisked away.

The sun was just as bright at the Hall of Justice, Washington D.C. The massive structure gleamed in the afternoon light, its towering columns stretching toward the sky.

For Jon, it wasn't just a place—it was a symbol of everything he'd grown up admiring in both his lives.

Today, it was no longer fantasy or fiction, but his reality. He was here, at the beginning of the Young Justice canon. Though most of his memories of the plot had been forgotten over time.

On the other side of the Zeta beam, in front of the Hall of Justice, they were greeted by the sight of Robin, Aqualad, Kid Flash, and Speedy standing alongside their mentors.

Jon's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up.

"You're almost late."

Batman's voice cut through the moment, dark and direct as ever.

Superman raised an eyebrow.

Green Arrow chuckled.

"That's a first. I usually expect the Flash to be skating on thin ice with time."

The Flash, never one to let a quip slide, smirked.

"Hey, I'm fast, but sometimes I like to make a dramatic entrance."

But Jon's attention was quickly drawn to Robin, who had snapped a picture of him in his new suit.

"Not bad, Kent."

Robin said with a sly grin.

"What? No glasses today?"

Jon stiffened, exasperation rising within him.

It was one thing to have his identity out in the open with people he knew, but two faces were unfamiliar here—Speedy and Aquaman.

His instinct was to glare meaningfully at Robin, but Speedy cut in.

"Relax, Superkid."

Speedy waved off his concern.

"Only an idiot would think a pair of glasses actually hides anything."

"They're iconic."

Jon muttered defensively.

"Maybe you should watch your mouth, or I might take that as an insult. And for reference, it's Superboy not Superkid."

Speedy's smirk didn't waver.

"Go ahead. I don't care if you do."

The archer's eyes narrowed, words cutting,

"But getting all worked up over something so small? That's immature. You sure you're League material, Superboy?"

Jon's hands curled into fists, annoyed at the condescending tone. His eyes burned with the telltale heat of his vision powers. But Speedy wasn't done.

"You're just proving my point," Speedy continued, his voice dripping with disdain.

"What if a villain makes you mad, huh? You gonna fry them because you can't control yourself?"

The weight of Speedy's words hit Jon like a ton of bricks. Memories of what he had done to Livewire and Metallo flashing through his mind.

'No, I had to do it. They left me no choice...'

"I would never—"

Jon began, his voice weak, but Speedy cut him off.

"You don't even sound sure of yourself."

Speedy spat.

"This isn't a place for kids. Do us all a favor and go home, Superboy."

Somehow the air had turned heavy with tension.

"That's enough."

Superman's voice, calm but firm, filled the space as he placed a hand on Jon's shoulder.

Speedy opened his mouth to retort, but the expressions on the other mentors' faces—Batman, Aquaman, and even Green Arrow—kept him quiet.

Robin stepped forward, visibly angry.

"What's your deal? You're acting like an Asshole."

He shot at Speedy.

"Superboy can hold his own so take back what you said."

"Whatever."

The archer shrugged, clearly done with the conversation. He turned toward the Hall's entrance and left, but not before shooting Jon a dirty look.

Batman's glare shifted to Green Arrow, who sighed heavily,

"He's been… difficult lately."

"No excuse for that behavior." Batman replied coldly.

Green Arrow turned to Jon, his tone apologetic.

"Sorry about that, Superboy. Speedy can be… abrasive. Don't hold it against him."

Jon nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. The words Speedy had thrown at him kept echoing in his mind.

Was he really a liability?

'No, I saved the world from Starro. Just that achievement is more than anything the discount Robin Hood has ever done. I won't let him ruin this day for me.'

Not after he had trained so hard to become a great hero. Like Superman and Batman.

He followed the others into the Hall of Justice, but a part of him was still back on the steps, wondering if Speedy had a point. After all, heroes don't kill...

A few months ago, things had been simpler. Now, the pressure to prove himself—both to the League and to his peers—felt heavier than ever.

He glanced over at Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad just as they reached the grand entrance.

They were his friends now, after months of training and a few light missions here and there.

Speedy had always been conveniently absent, and now Jon understood why. The dude hated him. Which made no sense at all as Jon couldn't remember when he'd offended the Archer.

Aqualad's calm voice broke through his thoughts.

"It is a great honor to be here,"

he said, his Atlantean tattoos glowing faintly.

"Today, we prove ourselves."

Jon nodded in agreement, his fists clenching with determination. Despite or maybe inspite of what Speedy thought, he was here to stay.

-Jon's P.O.V-

The doors swung open with a soft hiss, revealing a marble atrium beyond, bathed in sunlight streaming through the high windows.

The beams of light created sharp contrasts on the pristine floor, but my attention wasn't on that.

In the center of the room stood statues of the League- my Dad's standing alongside—Batman and WonderWoman with Aquaman, Flash, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern and Shazam- the founding members of the League.

The newer members had statues as well, though farther back.

Kid Flash couldn't contain himself, grinning from ear to ear.

"This is it, guys."

He whispered excitedly, staring at the statues with yearning.

I nodded, sharing the anticipation.

"Do you think we'll get statues too? Once you join the League, it's a guarantee right?"

The speedster asked. And while the other two agreed, I thought...differently.

Today was the day we would step out of the shadows, no longer just the protégés(Robin hates the name Side-kicks) but heroes in our own right. Though...not as part of the Justice League like the others thought.

As we moved through the Hall, we caught a glimpse of civilians- the Hall of Justice was a museum of sorts as well. Most of the public believed it was the Justice League's true headquarters. But that was the Watchtower.

Cameras flashed our way. I wasn't used to the attention yet, and for a second, it made me feel exposed. Especially with the El Symbol on my chest. Unlike the others, this was Superboy's first debut.

Aqualad's gentle smile wavered, and I knew he expected something a little more private for a day this monumental.

"Come on."

Dad gently urged me forward, tension building with every step.

My earlier confidence had been somewhat disrupted by Speedy but feeling my Dad's gaze on me, gave me the smallest bit of comfort. He believed in me. I just had to prove him right.

We entered through a door and found ourselves inside a library(thankfully private). Speedy and I made a point to ignore each other.

Before us, stood our mentors.

Dad was the first to speak,

"You've all done well to get here." his voice was full of pride, gaze flickering my way. I stood a little taller.

Robin was beside me, chest puffed out a little, clearly hoping for a nod from Batman.

But Batman remained stoic, face unreadable, his eyes hidden behind his mask. Ouch. I didn't know how Rob dealt with that.

Then Green Arrow stepped forward, his face unusually serious.

"Today was meant to be a big step for you all."

He began, and for a second, my heart leaped in anticipation, knowing what was coming. And the disappointment that would follow.

"But things have changed."

He said.

The words cut through sharply. I subtly glanced around at the others.

Aqualad straighten up beside me, his calm demeanor faltering.

"Changed?"

He asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Batman stepped forward, his deep voice cutting through the tense silence.

"You're not ready for the League."

I blinked. Even knowing it was coming, I still felt some disappointment.

But not as much as Rob and the others. The room felt too large, too empty, like the air had been sucked out. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet.

Someone didn't share the same reasoning.

Speedy's face darkened, his expression filled with anger as he stepped forward, pointing a finger accusingly.

"Not ready? We've been ready for years!"

Green Arrow tried to calm him down, but it was no use.

Roy wasn't having it. His frustration spilled over like a dam breaking.

"You promised us! Today was supposed to be the day we'd join you—*as equals*!"

Flash tried to step in, his voice gentle.

"You're still young, Kid. There's more to learn—"

Wince. Not the thing to say...

Speedy looked ready to kill.

"I'm not a kid. None of us are, except mini-Superman over there."

He shot back, pointing at me.

I rolled my eyes, letting it slide due to the situation.

His gaze darted to the rest, hoping for support.

Neither Kid Flash, Aqualad, or even Robin said anything.

They appeared frozen, unsure of how to respond to what was happening.

Speedy took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with hurt and betrayal. And for a brief moment, I felt for the guy, even if he was an Ass.

"You're holding us back. You don't trust us."

He took a step back, pulling off his cap and tossing it to the floor.

"I'm done being your sidekick."

He seethed, turned and strode toward the exit.

His words echoed in my mind. You don't trust us.

A part of me feared it was true. But it also made sense in a twisted parental sort of way.

Wally swallowed hard beside me, his usual lightheartedness completely gone. This was supposed to be The moment. The time to step up and prove ourselves. And now it was all slipping away.

I glanced at Dad. His face remained neutral, though I knew him well enough to sense the disappointment he was trying to hide.

It was time. I stepped forward. Every eye turned my way.

"We're not ready for the League? Fine. But we're ready to be heroes. Let us form our own Team- affiliated to the Justice League but separate. You can assign us missions. Real missions. Unsupervised missions."

I stressed, feeling the other's eyes boring into my back. But I wasn't done,

"Speedy was right about one thing. We don't have your trust. So give us the chance to earn it."


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