superman · superboy · dc comics · father son dynamic · clone angst · kryptonian · mentor student · emotional turmoil · superhero · identity crisis
The Cadmus facility breathed its last gasp of recycled air decades ago. Dust motes danced in the pale shafts of light that pierced the cracked ceiling, illuminating a corridor lined with shattered glass and forgotten data pads. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional drip of water from a broken pipe and the soft rustle of Clark's cape as he moved through the gloom. He had come alone, hoping against hope that the anonymous tip was a mistake. A sudden whoosh of displaced air announced Conner's arrival. "Kind of late to the party, don't you think?" he said, arms crossed, eyes scanning the debris. Clark didn't turn. "You got the same message?" "Anonymous tip. Cadmus. Another clone. Figured I'd better see it with my own eyes." Conner paused, his voice dropping. "You look like you…