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Yet another way for Buffy to show Superboy that family is what you make of it. Damn this track playing on repeat in my head. Still in the first half of Season One for YJ and Post-Chosen for Buffy.
Family Is What You Make Of It
The Sunnydale Hellmouth had been closed for three years now. The IWC was going strong. Buffy was still fighting the good fight, but she got scheduled nights off and had a life now. This was all of the good, in her opinion. She knew the good couldn't last forever, though. So it wasn't a huge surprise when she found out from Willow that her DNA had been found in a Metropolis lab. Apparently, she had been the human half of a DNA base for a clone. She also wasn't surprised that Willow had set up a meeting with the Justice League. She'd learn more there. Willow was going with her. She could take care of herself when it came to physical attacks (excepting, perhaps, those thrown by Superman), but she was nothing against magical ones. She was taking the Scythe, too. They'd had a harness made for it, and these people wouldn't think twice about coming armed, so neither was she.
Entering the Hall of Justice was slightly daunting, but Buffy and Willow bluffed their way through their awe with sheer bravado. It didn't hurt that Buffy's mind was on the fact that she had a clone. Sort of. Somewhat. Whatever. She'd get a better explanation inside. And there, waiting to escort them in, was Robin and Kid Flash.
“Hello there, ladies! I'm Kid Flash and this is Robin. Can I offer you an arm or two?” Kid Flash said, flirting outrageously with the two pretty ladies.
Willow and Buffy both rolled their eyes, even as they each took an offered arm. Robin walked on Buffy's other side, casting sidelong glances at her as they walked. This confirmed that introductions would have been unnecessary even if they had offered them. The League would have investigated them before allowing this meeting to take place. If Willow hadn't have found the DNA link, Buffy had no doubt they would have excluded her altogether. Her thoughts stuttered to a halt as they entered the meeting area, for seated around a massive table was Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Wonder Woman, The Martian Manhunter, The Flash, Green Arrow and a younger group of costumed teens. She didn't really follow the superheroes much – working in the night against the 'sub-terrestrial' threat meant she never dealt with them – and the younger crew were mostly new to her. She could guess the green one was relative of the Martian Manhunter, and the one with the arrows was perhaps a protege or something of Green Arrow and the one that looked like Superman was possibly related to said hero, but that was as far as she was willing to speculate. Buffy and Willow took the empty seats that Robin pointed them too, almost directly across from Superman and his look-alike, separated by Batman's dark bulk. Robin once again was next to her, seated to her right with Willow and Kid Flash on her left. She cocked her head as she looked at Superman and Batman. They were giving off the knowledge and talky vibes to her. After a few moments of awkward silence, Buffy rolled her eyes and looked around.
“So, does anyone wanna tell me why my DNA was floating around and what it was used for?” she asked, portraying the vaguely vapid blonde idiot that had been so useful in the past. Willow gripped her hand under the table, the only outward expression that either of them were nervous.
“A company called Cadmus used your DNA to balance out the DNA of one of our own in order to create a viable clone. Due to an accelerated growth program, the clone is now sixteen years old. The DNA has read as parental. However, nothing is required of you, nor would we even have informed you if you hadn't come across the knowledge on your own.”
Buffy blinked at Batman, who had answered her, then glanced to her left. “Wills?”'Basically, you've got a sixteen year old son. They don't expect or want you to want anything to do with him.'
Willow replied using their telepathic link.
J'onn, who had felt the energies used to speak thus, spoke to all the rest in the room. 'Interesting. They are speaking telepathically. I was unaware that any from their group had the ability. I cannot hear what is being said.''And the Martian just tried to break my shields.'
At that, Buffy looked up and right at the green man. “Excuse me, but this is a private conversation. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to eavesdrop again.” With a nod at the redhead, she turned back to the apparent spokesman. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to get her emotions back under control. When she opened them, she couldn't help the glare she leveled on the bat-suited man.
“So what you're telling me is that I, however non-consentually done, technically have a son with Superman,” she began, only to have to stop at the protestations that they never said that. “You didn't have to spell it out. Contrary to what I portray, I'm not
stupid. It always helps to be underestimated when going into an unknown situation, after all. Now, back to the matter at hand. Aside from the fact that he's the only teenager in here that actually looks almost exactly like someone else, there's the fact that Superman isn't comfortable with him and he clearly resents Superman and what the hell is your name? I can't call you kid or him the whole time. It's rude.”
The teen in question spoke up. “I am called Superboy.”
The blonde just shook her head, mentally bemoaning the lack of creativity. He clearly got that from his father. “Okay. So Superboy here looks just like Superman. There's resentment and hostility on both sides. Not to mention that, aside from Batman and Robin, every other apprentice or whatever you call them is sitting with their mentor. That means that either Superboy doesn't have a mentor, or Superman doesn't want to take on the responsibility of teaching him to master his powers and be, you know, responsible. Robin is only not with Batman because he was obviously instructed to sit with the guests to either put us at ease or to put you at ease. Batman is being the buffer between the two Superguys because it's obvious if you put them together, the testosterone would get out of control. Now, so I've got a son with Superman. He obviously doesn't want anything to do with Superboy, but you would rather I
didn't have anything to do with him, too. Sorry. Can't do that.” Buffy got stopped again as a growl came from Batman and the rest all tensed. Except for Superboy. He was looking at her curiously. So she addressed her next comments to him.
“You're family. Doesn't matter how or why. All that matters is you are
. I never expected to have kids, you know. A slayer's life expectancy is virtually nothing. And yeah, I missed the cute bouncing baby boy stage. I also missed the teething and the waking up at god-awful hours for nighttime feedings. So you were created in a lab. Whoop-de-doo. My sister will be overjoyed that she's not the only one who came into existence in an unusual way. But once you're family, I'm afraid you're stuck with us. Family is the most important thing in the world, after all.”
Beside her, Willow was nodding enthusiastically while Buffy was getting varied looks of anger, shock, disbelief and, in the case of Superman, more hostility. Oh well. She could handle him being hostile if her son – her son
! – was fine with her. But he was watching her with what looked like cautious hope. It just about broke her heart. He so obviously needed someone to be there for him and all these self-righteous so-called heroes
couldn't be bothered.
“So, Superboy. Wanna go talk?” At his nod, both stood up and retreated to a far wall to talk softly. She didn't care that Superman could hear her just fine with his super hearing. He didn't matter in the grand scheme of things if he wasn't going to stand up and be a man now.'Wills, do you mind placating the egos while we go bond?'
With a mental affirmation, Buffy turned her attention to getting to know her son.
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