Conner slapped Kal-El across the face; Superman woke up to a jolt. He squinted his crystal blue eyes a few times, surveying his surroundings. He was in a laboratory.
Conner was standing over the Man of Steel. Superman felt so weak.
"Welcome to Cadmus Superman."
Superman turned to the clone. He looked around and saw he was confined to a table. He looked up and saw the steady beam of Kryptonite hitting down on him from a laser.
"Don't fear, it's a low dose of Kryptonite, not enough to kill you, at least not yet. You know, they used to test that green beam of death on me all the time."
"Conner, don't-don't do this. You must fight it, this isn't you. The red kryptonite is making you do this."
"No, for the first time, I see everything so clearly. I see all the truth. I see all the liars."
Conner turned to look at Kal as he said this, smiled weakly, and punched Superman squarely in the face.
"It's wonderful to feel pain isn't it?"
Lex entered the laboratory, which was more like an operation room.
"Ah, Boy Scout is up and awake?"
Conner nodded his head, and stepped away from the table the Last Son of Krypton was strapped to.
"Well Superman, I'm so glad you're here, we can end our story for good. Conner or should I say Project KR, was as you know created to replace you. That is precisely what's going to happen this fine evening."
Luthor set a briefcase on a table by Kal-El and opened it up, pulling out a long thick syringe.
"Come on guys, hurry up.", Superman thought.
Luthor pulled out a vial containing a thick green liquid. He uncapped the vial, and inserted the syringe.
Lex held it up to the light, and made sure it was evenly displaced, he didn't want any air bubbles.
He walked over to Superman, and swabbed Kal's neck. Superman twisted and turned. It couldn't end like this, strapped to a table, hopeless.
"Come now Superman, it's going to hurt more if you twist around. Well, it's going to hurt either way really."
Lex inserted the Syringe into Superman's neck.
Superman closed his eyes.
Lex pulled out the syringe before inserting the kryptonite into Superman.
"You know, the more I think about it Conner, the more I realize as much as I'd love to kill him myself. It'd be incredibly selfish of me wouldn't it?"
Conner's red glowing eyes twisted in confusion at his master, his father.
"I think Conner, you and I would enjoy this more if YOU pulled the plug."
Conner looked at Superman and then to Lex, and smiled.
"Are you sure?"
Lex walked over to Superboy, and handed him the syringe, the syringe that would end it all. It would end the life of the man who hated Conner, who was disgusted to even look at him.
Conner walked over to his father. He looked at the kryptonite tipped needle, and then to his father's pleading face.
"This is going to hurt you, more than it's going to hurt me."
Conner slammed the needle into the skin of his father and-
Two guards ran into the medical room.
"Luthor sir! The Justice League is here!"
Luthor sighed, and then laughed to himself, shaking his head.
"You have a tracker on you don't you?"
Superman smiled weakly.
Luthor turned to Conner, "Wait until I get back to kill him got it?"
Superboy nodded. Luthor walked out with the guards, and shut the giant sliding metal door to the medical bay.
Superboy turned to Superman, "We both know I can't wait. Waiting for Lex to get back is a serious miscalculation. We both know him and his men don't stand a chance against the whole team. "
Conner twirled the syringe around his fingers.
"Son, please don't do this."
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT!"
"You're right, I don't do I? I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I made you feel like my bastard son. When you walked in on me and Batman, and I saw so much pain, hurt, and sadness on your face, I realized something. I realized I had made a serious mistake, I saw that you were human, you could feel, you could hurt. I realized I had let my own anger and fear about your creation, make up my mind about you."
"Stop taking, SHUT UP", Conner gritted through his teeth.
"I'm so sorry Conner; I want to make it up to you. I want to be the mentor, the friend, the father you need. No matter how long it takes, I will prove myself to you. I know I can't take back what I've done. I was so overwhelmed with so many different emotions when I found out about your existence. I was so scared; I wasn't ready to be a father. I was so angry someone used my DNA. To be truthful, I didn't think you even needed me, you were already practically an adult."
Tears were streaming down Conner's face. The usually emotionally-void clone couldn't hold the emotions in any longer.
"I wasn't an adult, sure physicality wise I'm a young adult, but mentally no. I'm still so confused about this world every day. I was a child, I still am a child. I needed you to help me, I needed someone, and YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR ME, YOU NEVER WERE THERE FOR ME!"
"I know Conner and I'm sorry. I can't say those two words enough. I'm so sorry my son. I know you are angry with me, I know you want to take out your rage and anger on me. But don't do this. Don't end my life thinking it will make you feel better. It won't. You think it'll fill that empty hole inside of you, but it won't."
Conner's eyes slowly were returning back to normal, the fiery red veins disappearing. His eyes were a very dull blue.
"Conner, my son, please let me go."
Fighting and gunshots were heard faintly in the distance. The League was closing in.
Conner slowly walked over and pulled the lever, the steady beam of Kryptonite ended. Superboy slumped against the cold, metallic wall, and broke down in tears. He dropped the syringe on the floor.
Superman slowly got off the table with a heavy grunt. He was still very weak. He had to get in contact with some of the rays of the sun. He turned and saw Conner. He slowly walked over to the boy. He knelt down, and sat next to him. Kal-El put his hand on Conner's shoulder. Conner looked up at him. Regret was filled in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry..I-"
Superman grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. The young man quickly latched on to his father, his fingers frantically grabbed the red cape, never wanting to let go. For a few moments Conner got to be the child he never was, being consoled by his father.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing Conner. You were played. But it happens to the best of us."
Conner still latched on, his hands grabbing at the red cape, the tears still streaming down his face, he didn't want to let go. The two sat there for a few minutes as Superman consoled Conner, rubbing his back. Superman used his free arm and pulled the tracker device from his yellow belt. He pushed a button.
"Superman we are near your location. Luthor escaped. Are you alright!?"
"I'm fine Flash. I'll meet you guys in a few minutes."
Superman put the tracker back in his belt, and looked at his son.
"I'm more than fine."
Conner pulled away from Superman, they both slowly stood up.
"So what happens now?"
"The League and I will need to debrief you. Are you up for that?"
Conner nodded his head and wiped the remaining tears off his face.
"Alright then, come on."
Superman wrapped his arm around Conner's shoulder, and the two left the room.
Story is far from over, JL will debrief him, take blood samples , ect. Luthor might just come back for revenge ;-)
Also explanation why Conner wasn't fazed by the kryptonite : when under the effects of Red K, the effects of kryptonite don't faze you. Kinda BS explanation but...