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[ It's a shirt and not a suit; Clark knows they sell these for fans. The more suspicious detail is this boy looks like the spitting image of Clark himself at that age, and there's no such thing as coincidences.

He keeps his voice even. ]

How do you know that it's magic?

[The problem with teenage clones? The teenage part. Kon rolls his eyes.]

Well, gee, Clark, probably the fact that we're in a literal storybook world and that's one of the things that can actually hurt us. Also that's what everyone says.

[ Clark's jaw sets. There's a tenseness in him he can't disguise. He doesn't know about magic (it exists?) and this boy doesn't just know of him, he knows him.

His eyes flick to the S on that T-shirt. ]

Do you mind if we go somewhere private?

[....oh right, secret identity. Way to go, Kon. Just cause they seem like they're alone doesn't mean they're actually alone.]

...yeah, that's probably a good idea. Uh.... [He points upwards. That's probably about as private as they can get.]

[ Clark nods. He doesn't go as high as possible, drifting over mansion where people are less likely to look out of their windows and see the two of them. He doesn't want anyone (especially those might be different like them) getting a sense of what they can do.

Before Kon has a chance to explain, Clark interrupts. ]

You know me, but I've never met you before. Who are you?

[ The resemblance, the symbol... his son? It's too hopeful. Clark waits. ]

...oh boy.

[Clark hasn't met him? What? Kon takes a moment before answering, mostly because his mind is racing a little. Unfortunately, there is an all too easy explanation, cause Tim is here from the past and Batman doesn't know who he is. Freaking alternate universes.]

I'm... Superboy. Kon-El. Or... Conner Kent. [None of which is exactly a helpful answer. He rubs the back of his neck.] I'm your clone.

[ Clark stares at him blankly. ]

My clone?

[ Disbelief first, but it becomes anger quickly at the sense of violation. There'd be a good reason to make more Kryptonians, Clark's instinct is to jump to every ugly one first.

He looks away, folding his arms in thought. ]

How? Did I agree to this?

Hey, it wasn't my idea!

[He floats back, raising his hands. No, Clark definitely didn't agree to this, but Kon didn't clone himself. He's the product of Superman, Lex Luthor, and a dollop of mad science. He's glad he exists, but he's well aware that the process of coming into being wasn't exactly normal.

He's also pretty sure he shouldn't bring up where his human DNA came from. Not yet, anyway.]

And you were dead at the time.

[ ... Oh. ]

I see.

[ It wasn't him, it was humans. What Clark can't figure out is why, but that doesn't feel like it's something for him to know anymore. ]

So... are you going to be... do you want to be Superman?

[ Kon didn't ask to be made in someone's image. ]

I mean... someday? [Kon waves his hands in front of him.] I should also mention you got better. You're not dead now.

Well, obviously, you're not, but also the you from my universe.

[ He shakes his head a little. It's a lot to take in. ]

That's a little hard to believe.

[ He knows he's dead, the idea of... someone, or even who he is making that otherwise is a terrifying prospect. That's without taking "magic" into account.

They never did test the limits of his ability to heal. ]

Where I'm from, [ his universe, Kon called it. ] they're probably creating you.

Oh.

[Well that's... damn. Even knowing it's happened, it's weird thinking of Superman as someone who can die. Someone who just did die? This is... confusing.]

I'm sorry. Doomsday?

Yeah.

[ He nods, just a faint affirmation. It's not really important. ]

What do I call you?

Kon works. Or Conner. Superboy. Whatever.

[He has a lot of names. He's been Superboy the longest, but it's not like that's a real name.]

You might not stay dead. A lot of people don't. And like I said, you specifically didn't.

[ It feels like he's trying to be reassuring, and it makes Clark smile softly. ]

All right. We'll see what happens.

[ He said Kon first, so Clark will use that. ]

What do you call me?

Clark? [He creases his eyebrow at the question, giving Clark a confused look. His name, what else?] I mean, besides when we're working.

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