As the bat kids sat on the bed after moving around with the chains that were attractched to them. They finally settled down with Damian attached to both Jason's and Dick's side. Along with Margaret resting on Dicks chest still wrapped in Supermans Cape. Tim laid against the wall and Jason fast asleep. The coldness from the wall making his back feel better some.

After awhile, all three of the younger siblings were fast asleep cuddled next to there older siblings. Jason looked at Dick who was slowly falling asleep. He laughed before glancing over at Superman who held Superboy in his arms tightly. Bushing his hand through his hair on the other side of the room. Jasons of bed as he cozied himself more into the bed as he tried getting cozy.

Superman was shocked when he saw his son being dragged in her. Something he never wanted to see ever in his life. He checked over Connor and noticed needle inserting marks on the inside of his elbow. He then gasped relising the worst. He then looked closer at the marks relising green lines were coming out wards intertwinging with the burn marks and cuts that littered his upper body. He wanted to lash out on anyone who came into the room with his son and children he thought of as his neices and nephew's.  He then looked over at the other children and thought about how Bruce was freaking out now.

That was something him and Bruce had in common. They were both Parents that didn't want anything to happene to there children. He came to his sense after mistreating Connor for years. After fighting him and robin when the league was under control from Klarion and Savage. (If you havent watch Young Justice by now what are you doing go watch it) he realised that the way he treated Connor was wrong and started making it up to him. He even took him to meet his parents. Bruce was more willing to step up to be a parent than he was. He adopted all the kids on the bed because he saw himself in each of the children. They were all abandoned or lost there family. They grew up in diffrent enviorments before Bruce found them. He then chuckled. The children in this room right now were just that children who have been through things no one should have had to go there.

"D.Dad?" A voice called out. Clark gasped before looking down at the bundle in his arms. Connor was looking right back at him with his bright blue eyes half opened. Clark smiled at the sight of his son awake and alive in his arms.  He let out a sob tighteneing his hold on Connor.

"Its me Son. Its me. I'm right here." He relpied back to the boy.

"I thought you wouldnt come, but I guess they manages to get you and brought me to you. But thanks for coming anyways." Connor said with a raspy voice that had came upon him with all the screaming he has done in the past week or so.

"Well were not the only ones in this room. Batmans kids are here as well. They got them to." He wispered not wanting to scare Connor. He then turned his head in the direction of the kids and Connor followed his graze. But before anything could happened. The wall opened up scaring the children asleep awake. Clark tightened his jaw into a snarl. He than realised that Connor had a tight grip on his shirt that he was wearing. Before anyone can do anything. Men came into the room.

They were large men who had AK-47's in there hands and small pistols on a belt wrapped around there wasit. They wore black body armor with cargo pants that no doubt had small knifes and other gadets stored away in the pockets. Most of them had banannas wrapped around there faces. Making there identiys a secret. While others wore ski mask.

A man walked forward and lowered his weapon.
"Place the boy with the other brats and come with us!" He yelled. His voice was scruffy as if he smoked 10 packs a day. Clark nodded not wanting to risk the injury of any of the kids or risk having them get any more than what they already had. Clark gently placed Connor on the be next to Jason. He kissed his forhead before turning to the men that was pointing guns at the little ones in the room. Not even bothering pointing them at him, knowing his soft spot for kids. Clark than raised his hands and a man steped forward and pushed him into the wall. He then hand cuffed his hands behind his back with kryptonite lancing. Before dragging him out of the room. As they were dragging him he glanced at the small ones on the bed and noticed them all either angry or scared for him. He just hopes they will stay safe and no harm with be brought upon them.