Flashpoint Rebirth: Bats and Supers

Enter The Supers

Clark Kent zipped up his suitcase. He looked up and noticed Lois entering the room.

"Do you really need to go?" she asked, her face clearly showed concern.

"Don't worry, honey. We'll be fine." His assurance didn't assure her though.

"They should stay here, it's safer. You of all people know what Gotham is like, and you're planning to leave them there?" she asked, her voice slightly louder.

Clark let out and sigh. "Bruce believes it will help them, help them learn to be a team."

Lois shook her head. "Just bring them back in one piece," she said before leaving the room.

Clark remembered his phone call with Bruce Wayne. Bruce was having troubles dealing with his son, Damian.

'He just wouldn't listen to me. Always off doing something else, sneaking off at night and stealing my vehicles. Three years, I've been trying for three years, and he's still the same,' Bruce has been ranting through the phone about his troubles. He wanted some parenting advice from Clark, since he also had kids of his own.

'Sounds somewhat like a more arrogant version of Rachel and Jonathan,' Clark had replied.

Bruce thought for a moment. 'Arthur called.
Says he needs help with something. We're all needed there, perhaps the kids can learn to work together as one while we're gone.'

Clark considered his idea. It would definitely be better than leaving them to fight villains by themselves. 'Sure, so Metropolis?' he asked.

'No, Gotham,' Bruce answered.

'Why Gotham?' Clark asked.

'Cause I'm the one with a mansion and a butler.'

'Very well, so next week?'

'Next week,'Bruce confirmed.

He walked across the hall and knocked on his daughter's door. "Hey, Rachel? Are you ready?" he asked. There was a low thud and purple light was seen under her door. A few moments later she came out of the room holding her duffel bag, with a backpack swung over her shoulders.

"I'm ready," she said. Her glasses were slightly askewed and her dress was steaming. He had gotten used to this. Sometimes Rachel would cast the wrong spell or loose control of her powers and something ends up either burning or missing. Clearly Zatanna needs to teach her to control her powers better.

"Okay," he said, peering into his daughter's room. He noticed her lamp was missing and the ceiling lights were burned. Looks like Lois will have to buy new ones. He straightened his daughter's glasses. Rachel didn't need them, neither did anyone in his family, they were for disguise. "Can you please get Jon, I'll meet you guys downstairs."

"Sure thing, Dad," she answered.
Rachel walked to the door next to her. She knocked, knocking before entering some else's room was a valued habit to the Kents. "Jon? Are you ready?" she asked.

Jon swung his door open, holding both of his bags in one hand. "I am ready!" he announced. "Race you downstairs!" he called.

When Jon got to the kitchen, Rachel was already there, she wore a smirk on her face.

"You cheated!" Jon accused.

"You didn't say we have to use our feet," Rachel stated.

Jon let out an angry huff in defeat.

Clark watched as his children bickered. Raven and Jon were so different yet they got along so well. Jon was an extrovert, he always expresses his thoughts and feelings, and is really outgoing. Raven, on the other hand, keeps to herself and rarely shows any emotion at all.

"Alright kids, gather around," Clark said.

"Be careful," Lios warned.

The children hugged their mother good-bye before Rachel teleported them to the front door of the Wayne Manor.