Jon Kent: Made Of Steel(Superboy Self Insert)

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(Jon's P.O.V)

I crouched on the roof of the farmhouse, half-hidden in the evening shadow, watching my family through the living room window.

Inside, Mom was laughing, her head tilted back, her hand resting on Dad's shoulder.

Connor leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning at my doppelganger—M'gann, wearing my face and favorite hoodie like it was second nature.

She was perfect, matching my every mannerism, every nervous habit, the subtle use of my powers, even the way I teased Ma to make her smile.

It worked.

Ma didn't suspect a thing. Even after a full day.

Relief washed over me. If she knew where I was going, what I was about to do, she wouldn't be laughing.

She'd be worried, pacing the kitchen, demanding to know why I'd made such a reckless decision.

But right now, she was happy. And that was enough for me.

Through the window, I saw Mom ruffle my doppelganger's hair affectionately. My chest ached as I realized how badly I wanted that to be me in there. Not just a convincing copy.

The screen door creaked open below, and I heard soft footsteps. Kara stepped out wearing some of Mom's old clothes.

She looked up, her sharp senses no doubt picking up my faint heartbeat. She hesitated, working up the courage.

"I know you're up there," she said.

'Only because I let you.' I almost replied.

Kara lifted off the ground, floating up to join me on the roof. She landed softly, her arms crossed, her blonde hair catching the faint moonlight.

"You're not as sneaky as you think," she pointed out.

"Maybe I wasn't trying to be," I told her, keeping my eyes on the window.

She followed my gaze to where Mom handed "me" a plate of cookies. M'gann—me—grinned, thanking her with all the enthusiasm I'd normally muster for homemade cookies.

Kara was quiet for a moment. Then she sighed, sitting down beside me, her legs dangling over the edge of the roof.

"You didn't have to do this, Jon-el." she said softly.

I shrugged, still watching the window. "Yeah, I did."

Her voice hardened. "You don't get to decide that for me. I'm the one who—" She stopped, exhaling sharply. "I'm the one who messed up. I don't deserve this. Any of this."

I turned to her, frowning. "That's not true."

"Yes, it is," she said, her voice rising slightly. "You think I don't know how weird this is? That your mom and dad just… accepted me? Even after I worked with Talia? For Ra's Al Ghul and his shadows? After I hurt you?"

She looked down, her blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I called you a liar, Jon-el. I attacked you. I told you that you didn't know anything about me, and all you were trying to do was help."

She turned to me. "Why would you go to these lengths for me? Why would you take my place in Belle Reve?"

I held her gaze, the raw guilt in her eyes hitting me unexpectedly. I couldn't help but wonder what had brought on this change in her. Either way, I was glad for it. "Because everyone deserves a home, Kara. Even you. Especially you."

She blinked, her breath hitching slightly. "A home?"

I nodded. "You finding your way to us was not just some mistake. It's fate. You're family. That makes you part of this home, whether you believe it or not."

She looked away, her hands gripping the edge of the roof tightly. "The last people who went to these lengths for me were my parents. They gave everything to save me. And I lost them. I don't want you doing the same, Jon."

I reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You're not going to lose me. This isn't about me sacrificing anything—it's about me making sure you don't have to. You deserve a second chance, Kara. A chance to figure out who you are, without the League of Shadows or guilt weighing you down."

She let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "You're as stubborn as Kal. He doesn't even get mad at me for what I did to you. I don't get it. Why don't you guys hate me?"

"Because we know who you are," I said gently. "And who you can be."

Kara was never meant to appear this early in the show. But clearly I was in an alternate version of canon. Which meant more twists, especially considering her past before the Shadows. Something she wasn't keen on sharing as of yet.

We were silent for a long moment, staring out at dimly red horizon.

Finally, she looked after me fiercely. "If you need me—if you even 'think' you need me in there—you shout. I don't care if I have to break through every wall and cell in Belle Reve to get to you. Got it?"

A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Got it. In the meantime, try to live."

Without another word, I stepped off the roof, floating into the cool night air.

Kara stayed where she was, her eyes following me as I ascended. My presence was no longer needed. At least for the next few weeks.

The moon hung high above, its pull calling to me.

I shot upward, the air thinning as I broke through the atmosphere, leaving the farmhouse and its warmth far behind.

-0-

I slowed down, descending towards the barren surface with craters, stretching out endlessly beneath me.

My landing was gentle, feet kicking up the fine gray dust of the moon which rose in the airless void before settling again.

I sat down cross-legged, closing my eyes.

Calm and quiet.

That's what I'd come here for. A place with no distractions.

All to understand the changes I underwent since combining the two Torquasm disciplines into one mastery.

To understand myself. To understand Oneness.

Slowly, the stillness of the moon settled over me, and my mind expanded inward.

Back in the conference room, I'd felt the change brought on by Torquasm more clearly than ever. Even with my powers.

Dad had been talking, his voice sharp and stern, telling me I didn't belong in Belle Reve.

But even as I had listened, my awareness had stretched across the room like a net.

I could hear his frustration in the slight tremor of his voice, sense his bio-electric aura pressing against mine like a still, bottled storm. He was scared for me, though he'd never admit it.

Dick had leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, brow furrowed. He hadn't said much, but hus body language spoke loud and clear: This is a bad idea, Jon.

Kaldur had sat beside him, calm and unreadable to most, but I could feel his concern. It was subtle, like the low hum of a distant vibration.

Bruce was the hardest. He always was. His posture, his expression, even his voice—everything was calculated, controlled.

But beneath it all, I had clearly sensed the agitation simmering in his bio-field since losing to me. It was faint, like a whisper, but it was there.

And then there was Wally. He sat in the corner, fidgeting, his bio-electric field buzzing with speed force energy that felt like static against my skin.

Miss Martian's telepathic feelers had brushed against my mind too, testing the emotional waters, but they slid off the edges of my awareness like water on glass.

Even the room itself had spoken to me. The Base's technology hummed with electromagnetic energy, the air vibrated faintly with the weight of everyone's presence, and somewhere deep below, the web and pull of the Earth's core.

In that moment, I'd felt more awake than ever.

Every sensation, every emotion, every detail had been sharp, clear, and alive.

All because my body had become one large sensor, reading the room through reactions to external stimuli.

Now, on the moon, I turned that awareness inward.

In the quiet of my mind, I saw a glowing figurine of myself.

It wasn't solid, but a radiant outline, layers of light and energy shimmering in different colors. Each layer told me something about myself.

The outer layer was blue, a faint electromagnetic field pulsing like waves of light. My Bio-electric aura.

It was the same energy that buzzed against Wally's speed force, that pushed back against Miss Martian's telepathic probes, that connected me to the physical world in ways I hadn't fully understood before.

The Second layer, beneath the first, was a web of golden starlight. This was my Solar Energy, the source of my Kryptonian strength.

Every cell in my body held the faint glow of sunlight, a galaxy of miniature stars burning just beneath my skin.

Lastly, the third part was a Core, the brightest part, white—so bright it felt alive. It hovered above my chest like a radiant orb, radiating warmth and power. Light Magic.

Rao's blessing. At least, that's what Kryptonian legends would say. But I wasn't so sure.

This magic wasn't part of me until I'd faced Trigon to save Raven. The Demon's power, his corruption, had brushed against my soul. And in the darkest moment, something within me had lit up, pushing back the darkness.

This wasn't from Rao or even caused by the Red Kryptonite like Grandpa Jor-el surmised.

After the Kumite, I suspected the Red Kryptonite had only stimulated my Kryptonian genes to evolve to the next level, turning me into a Kryptonian that could not only harness and store Solar Energy but other types of energies too. Such as Magic.

And right now, I was currently looking at more proof of that on the figurine in my mind.

The layers that were supposed to be separate had strange connections.

Threads of energy tied the three layers together, feeding into two faint seeds of power within me.

The first was on my forehead, just behind where my skull met my mind.

My bio-electric aura fed into it, like a steady stream of energy nurturing something dormant. It felt… strange. Like a door that hadn't been opened yet.

It also reminded me of Miss Martian's telepathic abilities, but it wasn't the same. This was more expansive, more primal. The energy felt like it could stretch beyond thought, beyond words, into something entirely new. And it felt familiar—similar to the static of the Speed Force I'd felt around Wally.

Could it be a Force? The 'Sage Force', maybe? I knew little about it, vaguely— it was an energy tied to thought and insight, to psionic power.

If that's what this seed was, then it wasn't just potential—it was a 'path'.

The second seed sat 'above my groin', glowing faintly where the golden solar energy and white Light Magic converged. It felt different from the first—more grounded, more physical.

'Ki?' Or maybe 'Chi'. I didn't know much about it either, but I'd seen Batman fight people who could channel it into their attacks, turning their bodies into weapons that could break stone.

If this was Chi, then it wasn't just dormant—it was waiting to be awakened.

These connections were incomplete, fragments of something bigger. But they were enough to make me wonder: What am I becoming?

I opened my eyes, the glowing figurine fading back into my mind.

The silence of the moon settled over me again, but it didn't feel empty anymore. It felt full of possibility.

Belle Reve wasn't just an infiltration mission—it was an opportunity.

The prison held Metahumans, aliens, mystics, and beings who wielded powers I couldn't begin to imagine.

If I was going to understand these seeds, if I was going to grow into someone who could face down gods, then Belle Reve was the place to start.

I stood, brushing the moon dust off my body.

Above me, Earth glowed with life and color. Full of potential. Just like me.

"Let's see what I find," I said, before lifting off and heading back toward home.