Arrival

AN: Hello there RWBY fans, Superman fans, or maybe even my fans (though I will be surprised if the latter is the case). Now I'm sure many of you will know me for my other stories like the Legend of the Spider-Man story or one of my others.

Like my Spidey story, I saw that it was possible to merge these two together and make a good story. However, unlike my other comic crossover, I'm not as well versed with the man of steel aside from his movies and the tv shows, mainly Smallville. Aside from some comics, all star, new 52, and action comics, I'm not as familiar with Superman's lore as I want to be.

And before anyone asks, other DC heroes and villains might, and I really stress the MIGHT, be in this story. Other than that it'll focus on Kal El.

So as usual I don't own any characters here, all DC characters belong to DC comics and the same go for all RWBY Characters are owned by Roosterteeth and Monty Oum (Miss you Monty).

So without further adieu, let's begin.

(000)

In the far reaches of space, there are countless planets, a few of which have living beings on them. Some in the primitive state of their culture, others in far more advanced that has taken thousands upon thousands of years to build.

One such planet in the Andromeda Galaxy that sat close to red sun Rao held such beings of intelligence, the planet inhabited with different species with one that ruled over due to strength, intelligence, and evolution.

The planet Krypton, home to the beings they themselves had called Kryptonians. On the planet itself, large towering structures made of crystals littered the planet.

And in one of these houses, there was a new life being brought into this world. In a home near a valley that stretched for miles. "AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" a woman wailed as she pushed the new life from her body.

Beside her was her husband, holding her hand tightly as his wife directed her pain and frustration to trying to crush her husband's hand. "You're almost there dear, just one more big push." the man said.

She took a deep breath before doing as he said, and with one last final tell, the life was brig hour into this new world as the mother's cries was joined by that if an infant's.

It was a boy.

(000)

Week passed by as the young life grew, as of now, his metal crib lined with blankets fives only a few feet away from his parent's bed. Above the baby stood a man, smiling as he laid his son down to nap. "Rest now my son, you need your sleep." he said.

Arms wrapped around his neck, "Jor-El your one to talk." his wife stated, the man turning around and smiling. Jor-El had black hair that started to grey on his sides, along with a well grimes beard.

His wife Lara had golden blonde hair that was in curls, cascading down to her upper back. They both wore robe like clothing that bore the symbol that the House of El had. "You're meeting with the council tomorrow. And you need your rest if you want theme of listen." Lara said knowingly.

Jor-El smiled weakly, "I know...it's just..." he looked down at their child, the small baby's hands reached up and grasped at the empty air. "If the worse is to happen..."

Lara buried her grand in his shoulder and looked down at their son, "Then...we shall do what we agreed upon." she submitted, dreading the thought altogether.

Jor-El clasped his hand over her's, "Either way. Our son will survive." he said, looking into his son's blue eyes.

(000)

Jor-El stood in front of the council of five, the leaders who were groomed to decide the fate of Krypton from the day of their births. Lara had been right about the sleep, because Jor-El needed every ounce of strength to stand tall and not waver.

Each of them sat in a chair and wore decorated clothing that distinguished them among their people and showing their rank. All of which were considered the most respected on the planet.

"-and with how the frequency of the Quakes has risen over the past hundred years, along with the expansion of Rao, I've concluded that due to the sun's expansion, our planet's core has become more and more unstable." Jor-El detailed as a projection of Krypton came up behind him, showing the sun expanding as well as core of Krypton seemingly shrinking.

"If my calculations are indeed correct, then Krypton may have as much as one more week unit..." he trailed off as the projection of Krypton showed the planet's core suddenly shrink, the gravitational flux causing the entire planet to quickly implode in on itself.

The five council members turned to one another, debating in whispers on what to make of this situation. Minutes ticked by like hours until they spoke, "Jor-El, if this does come to pass, then what is your plan to do?" one one in the center asked.

The scientist stiffened momentarily, "A planet wide evacuation would be the safest way to survive this, but it would have to be now-"

"Out of the question, the amount of panic that would cause would destroy us faster than the planet could." One of them I interrupted.

Jor-El clenched his jaw, "But that leaves only another option...storing our people in the Phantom-"

"Are you insane!? That...place...stores the worst criminals in the known Galaxy! We wouldn't dare perform something like this on a theory!" Another council member pointed out.

"Theory?" Jor-El asked as his face twisted into one of confusion, "Forgive me but it's not a simple theory, this is true scientific data! I've spent the last three cycles collecting this data and it all points to one inevitable fact, Krypton will be destroyed, unless we act now!" he argued.

"Enough!" One of them yelled, silencing Jor-El, "Though this information is troubling do not believe that we don't take it lightly. If more evidence points to this, than we shall consider acting, but until then it is just that Jor-El, a theory." one of the leaders stated.

"You are dismissed, but do not breathe a word of this conversation to anyone, else you will be tried with treason." another said, wanting to avoid a mass panic.

Jor-El had to hold back his anger as he begrudgingly bowed his head and turned to exit.

(000)

When the week passed, the planet shook.

Lara watched out the window as the valley beside them began to grow deeper, holding her son in her arms she let out a shaky breath. But her son, her son didn't make a sound, even with the world ending all around them.

"Lara...it's time." Jor-El said from the doorway. At first she didn't move, but she dug deep and willed herself to do so. Entering the room, in the center sat a ship.

It was simple at a glance, but it's inner workings was the most sophisticated technology ever put to use. It was sheer silver in color, over ten feet long it was rounded at one end that touched the floor, it was thick, four feet thick except for one spot, the one spot they would put their son in,

Lara looked at her son as he simply stared back up at her. Tears came from her eyes, "Lara." she turned her husband, he wrapped a arm around her and put his hand on her arm, "We don't want to...but we need to...if we want him to live." he said, his own voice quivering.

Lara nodded, she handed their son and his red and gold blanket to Jor-El. With a heavy heart, he placed their child into the open compartment in the pod. Before he closed it though, he spoke. "Kal-El...my son...my beautiful son...words can't even begin to describe how much me and your mother love you." he started as Kal-El blinked.

"You've come into our lives as a miracle...and you changed our lives so much...and I wish I could see how many more you will." he continued, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. Lara put a hand on his shoulder, choking back her own sob, "My deepest regret...is how we won't be there in your life, how you will grow in a world that may never understand you, and giving you the burden of that."

He reached into his robe and pulled out a crystal, completely transparent and small enough to he held within his hand. "When you are ready my son, if you are willing, than you shall learn of your people with this." he said as he placed the crystal in a special compartment that popped out in the cradle.

Lara leaned down and kissed her son on the forehead one last time. Pulling away, Jor-El pressed a switch on the side, lowering Kal-El into the heart of the ship, "Have you found a planet?" she asked, watching her son go down into the ship.

Jor-El nodded, pulling up his sleeve he showed a device similar to a watch, he pressed a button on the contraption, launching a small round ball that suspended in midair, showing the projection of a planet.

It was mostly water, with about four or five large land masses that covered miles. "Third planet from it's yellow sun, it has two intelligent lifeforms, both are completely identical to each other, save for a few physical abnormalities." he said, bringing up a rough picture of a Human, as well as on their inhabitant that had canine ears on top of it's head.

"They look just like us." Lara said, noting the incredible similarities between the two species and Kryptonians.

Jor-El nodded, "Yes...he'll blend right in." he noted, the hole that held their child being covered by the exterior of the ship. The ceiling folded away as the ship tilted upward, after putting in the coordinates to the Ship's navigational computer, he stood by his wife as the engines began to hum.

As the blue flames shot out from the exhaust of the ship, the planet shook again. Wind blew into the parents faces as the Ship begun to take off into the sky, the parents watched as their son, their flesh and blood son, flew off into the sky.

The ship broke through the clouds, then through the atmosphere, then finally, it reached orbit around Kryption. The planet, just like in Jor-El's projection, began to shrink.

As the planet reached it's final stage of life, the ship containing Kal-El shot forward so fast that it disappeared, just as Krypton exploded.

(000)

In the space around the planet known as Remnant, the small silver ship carrying the infant zoomed in towards the planet before slowing down in speed for entering the atmosphere. Heat began to build at the tip of the ship, making it look like a comet.

Hundred of thousands minkes down, a couple was driving down the road.

"You think that'll be enough for now?" The man asked as his wife looked back to the sacks of flour in the back of their truck.

"I can make a dozen cookies with half a bag Johnathan. You didn't need to buy three bags." his wife replied with a smirk.

Jonathan held a hand up, "I'm not doubting your abilities, I just thought we should get a..." he said, trying to think of the right word to say.

"Bundle?" his wife supplied.

"Surplus." he answered with a smile, "It takes a few hours to get to Vale and back home so I figure we make make as time goes on, and not only when we have enough." he explained.

"We? Oh, so that means your going to try and help next time I start?" she asked jokingly.

He laughed, "Martha. I'm a farmer, not a miracle worker." he answered back. She smiled sadly at that and Jonathan noticed, reaching over he put a hand on her shoulder, "Honey...we'll find a way." he said hopefully.

She smiled as she put his hands over his, "I know, I know, I just-"

BOOM!

The ground to the right ahead of them exploded, the husband's hands steered the wheel to the left to avoid whatever happened. He hit the breaks, the pair lurched forward as the car slowed to a halt.

Looking over to the side, the couple exited the car with care, but not before Jonathan took the revolver he brought with him for his trip to and from Vale. "Jonathan what was that?!" Martha questioned as she looked at the trail the object made.

Her husband cautiously stepped close to the crater trail, "It must have been a meteor...I never been that close to one though."

That's when they heard it, a baby's crying. And it was coming from the crater.

Martha's legs moved on their own towards the source of the crying with her husband following right behind her. As they got closer to the point of impact, they saw the object that crashed into the ground. "Dear god...Martha.." the man muttered at the sight.

The couple slowly walked towards the silver object, on the surface of the ship facing upward, a hatch had opened. Looking inside the hatch was the baby, wrapped in a red, blue, and gold blanket.

Martha instantly reached in and pulled out the infant, as his cries started to muffle, she rocked the baby side to side, "Shhh shhh shh, it's ok. It's ok. You're safe now honey." she cooed as she planted a delicate kiss on his forehead.

Jonathan stood beside her and looked down at the infant with a smile, brushing his finger through his black hair, he sighed as he looked at the ship. "I think we rule out the possibility of his parents being close by...or maybe even on Remnant." he stated.

Martha nodded at his words, her eyes locked with the infant's, "Jonathan...we can't just leave him here." she said, looking at him.

"Damn right we're not...but we also can't just go to the police." he noted. Martha nodded in agreement as the baby's hand swatted the empty air in front of him.

"Maybe...maybe he can stay with us?" She supplied, her eyes not meeting her husband's.

He took in a deep breath. "I wanted a child too honey...but this...are we even remotely qualified to take care of him?" he asked.

The woman turned to face him, "Jonathan Kent. Look at this child." she demanded. He did as she said, "Do you see any reason why we can't care for him? Nurture him? Love him?" she asked as the baby looked between the both of them.

Jonathan sighed, "No...no I can't." he admitted. "...first let's get him to the farm. Home is about an hour away, I'll drop you two off, get the trailer, and come back for this." he says, gesturing to the ship.

Martha beamed as the started to walk back to the car, "Well we first need to call him something." she stated.

As she opened the door and climbed inside with her husband, she looked down at the baby again. "What do you think."

"John?" he suggested.

She gave him a look, seeing the smile on his face she was glad he was joking. "What about...Clark?" she suggested as the car engine came to life.

(000)

After getting the ship back to the farm without running into any Grim and hiding it in the barn, the couple sat down in the living room while the newly named Clark played with some toys that they had lying around.

The married couple sat on the couch, the Kent household had been in the same spot for five generations. The two story home had stairway in the center of the home within the kitchen, dining room, and living room all surrounding the stairway, the latter of the three taking up most of the space.

"So what do we say? We find him on the doorstep?" Jonathan suggested. It was a old wives tale but that didn't mean it didn't happen.

Martha thought it over, "It could work, and then we can go through the adoption process." she added. As Clark played at their feet, one of his toys rolled under the couch. Reaching for it, he couldn't quite get it. Lifting his hand up against the couch, the entire piece of furniture lifted up, silencing the couple in shock as Clark grabbed his toy.

As the couch hit the floor, the couple each had a look of absolute shock. "Oh...he's strong." Jonathan stated.

"Well...spankings out of the question." Martha said, her husband nodding in agreement.

This wasn't going to be easy...at all.

(000)

Over the next seventeen years, Clark grew on the Kent farm. The farm itself was close to the settlement known as Smallville, a border town that was a few hours away from the city of Vale.

Of course this has meant no protection from the creatures of Grimm.

But fortunately, unlike other settlements the town wasn't prone to attacks due to their close proximity to the city. But that didn't stop a few stray Ursa or Beowolves from coming too close to the town. But when it happened it was quickly dealt with.

Clark himself had actually encountered the creatures first hand some time ago. But by then, he was far from helpless.

Martha and Jonathan both knew that raising a child was no easy task. But a child who could lift the front of the truck with only a little discomfort? That was something else entirely.

But strength wasn't his only gift.

When he was six, he and his father were playing catch with a ball and mitt. When Jonathan threw the bar far up into the air, Clark ran back to get a better angle to catch it.

He ended up on the edge of their property line in a matter of seconds. When Jonathan found Clark, the young boy was too scared to even move, not wanting to even move a centimeter out of fear.

"I don't want to leave you dad!" Clark cried as his father picked him up in his arms and carried him back to the farm.

"I know son. I know..." Jonathan replied, trying his best to consolidate his son.

And much to Clark's dismay, he found another ability when he was helping his mom make a salad and accidents brought the knife down on his hand, making the metal bend around his finger.

Martha was just happy that her son hadn't been hurt. And Clark tried to focus on that too. But from then on he was extra careful with his utensils.

But the greatest challenge came from when Clark had to attend school with these newfound gifts.

"Son. I know that me and your mother have told you that your gifts are what make you unique. But we don't want you to show anyone what you can do...ok?" he asked his son the first day he was going to school.

And Clark kept that secret, he kept it as best he possibly could, and so far, no one had asked any questions. Or any strange men showed up at their door with a badge, and Clark hadn't been taken away from them.

But that's the thing about secrets. They become harder and harder to keep as time Congo yes to flow.

(000)

"That's it Clark, just hold it right there." Jonathan instructed as he kneeled down and lied under the lawn mower with his toolbox at his side. His son held up the front of the machine with a single hand as his father got to work on the rotor that had been acting up.

Clark had grown into a fine young man in the past seventeen years. His face had been molded into a that of a young man, his face didn't have a single blemish to speak of, and his disheveled black hair was directed towards the side of his face.

Clark wore a simple red plaid and gold short sleeve shirt over a white long sleeve. He also had a pair of worn jeans on with brown work boots.

The barn itself was simple, used to store tools and machinery that the Kents used to maintain their crop. The loft facing the fields however was renovated for Clark, his old clubhouse from his childhood days, he still used it as a place to relax.

"Aaaand there! Got it, thanks son." Jonathan said gratefully as he sat up from under the machine.

Gently setting it down, Clark smiled, "Anytime dad." he replied with a shrug. "Isn't that the third time this month this thing has broken down?" he asked as he and his father walked out of the barn.

"Yeah I missed the rotor though, I just thought the ignition was what was wrong with it." he explained, shutting the doors to the closed behind them. Making their way to the truck, Jonathan climbed in and shut the door, "We need to pick up a new set of blades on the way back." he looked over to see his son standing outside the car. "Getting in?" he asked with a small smile.

Clark smirked as he shrugged, "Well it's a nice enough day. Think I'll stretch my legs. I'll meet you there." he said as his father started up the truck.

"Right, more like I'll meet you." he said with a smile as he pressed down on the accelerator and drive down the driveway.

Clark waited until he was a good distance before starting to run. At first it was normal, he was running down the road at a normal speed. But he began to go faster,the dirt behind him started to kick up, the world began to blur around him.

He zoomed beside the road at speeds that made cars look like tricycles, passing his father's car he gave him a wave before running ahead, looking like a blur of red and blue.

As he got closer to town he slowed to a Simone job as he reached the sign.

Smallville. Pop: 307.

Smallville really lived up to it's name. It's buildings where compacted together having only a few alleyways. The town was definitely a farming town, you know it is when the high school names their mascot the Crows.

Walking over the sidewalk, Clark waved to a few of the people he knew. Being a small town he had known many of it's residents just as they knew him.

Turning the corner, he walked towards the hardware store and waited outside. After a few minutes of waiting the young adult pulled out his scroll. It was a older model compared to the newer ones on the market but it got the job done.

Clicking the yellow diamond in the dented the device expanded upwards revealing the screen at the same time.

Browsing through the news, Clark frowned. The White Fang, a group of terrorists fighting for Fanus civil rights, had attacked an airfield last night in Vale.

His dad was medic during the Faunus Rights Revolution, he never said anything about it outright, but he could understand why the White Fang did what they did.

But that's not saying he approved.

"Clark are you there?" Jonathan asked, madly causing the young man to drop the scroll out of surprise. His father grinned as Clark chuckled, "Yeah dad I'm here. Come on, let's get those blades." he said, holding the door open for his dad before entering behind him.

After getting the right kind of blades for the mower as well as a few other things that they needed at the house, the father and son left the store. "An airfield? Let me guess, Schnee?" Jonathan guessed.

The Schnee Dust Corporation was one of the largest manufactures of dust and dust related products. Dust was basically a source of energy that was refined from the ground to be made into many products.

Mainly it was used for weaponry, for example if you insert a fire dust buckshot in a shotgun and fire, the blast will shoot fire that can incinerate. But it was also used as fuel, energy, and much more.

Clark nodded, "Yeah, one of their airfields anyway. I mean you'd think that the last thing the White Fang would want to do is cause more trouble." he noted.

"Well son that's just how some people are. You know, young and stupid kids." he replied.

Clark smirked, "Ow. That hurt my pride." he said, making the pair laugh.

Just as the two of them loaded the bags into the back of the pick up, someone yelled, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Clark's head snapped to the voice, watching as a car sped by out of control. Passing the hardware store, Clark saw a two bodies down the street ahead of the car.

His legs ran at super speed, passing the car, he turned as time slowed to a crawl. The driver was slamming his foot into the floor, most likely the brake, to try and stop. Running past the car, he saw a small boy out in the middle of the street with his mother holding his hand.

He turned to his right and crouched in front of them as the mother wrapped her body around her son to shield him from the collision.

I seriously hope I'm able to stop this! Clark thought as the car barreled towards him. The car hit Clark going sixty miles, the metal wrapped around the young adult as the rear lifted up into the air before coming back down.

Clark slowly backed away, turning around he saw the woman was still holding her son. Just as she turned around, Clark ran off in a blur.

Turning into a alleyway, he slowed so he could catch his breath. His heart was racing from fear, he was sure that the woman and child didn't see him, and the driver had to have been knocked out cold from the collusion, and he was moving so fast that no one could have seen him.

Right?

"Son." Clark's head whipped around to his father beside him, he gently put his hand down on his son's shoulder. "Come on Clark, we need to go." she said in a knowing tone.

(000)

The car ride was silent as the pair drive back to the farm. Clark stared out the window to the corn field, he used to play hide and seek with the other kids his age when he was younger in them. Back then he only had his strength to worry about, not his speed.

"Son, don't you dare think for a moment you did anything wrong." Clark turned to his father surprised. Jonathan have his son a look, "You did what anyone would have done, you saved their lives Clark." he said, praising the young man.

It lifted Clark's spirits a little, but not much, "But we can't have anyone see me use my gifts. I know dad..." he trailed off, looking at the road ahead of them.

Jonathan watched as his son slouched, He's seventeen years old...it's time Johnny. he thought to himself as they drove onto the Kent property. After entering the driveway, Clark walked towards the house with his father right behind him.

Climbing the stairs up to his room, he shut the door behind him. Jonathan sighed, "Boys is that you?" Martha called from the kitchen. Walking into the room, he walked over beside his wife at the sink, "You two took your time, I thought you'd be back a few minutes ago." she noted.

She turned and saw the depressed look on her husband's face. Ruffling up her husband's brown hair she asked, "What's wrong?" she asked.

He sighed, "Martha...I think it's time." he admitted.

Martha understood immediately and frowned slightly, "Ok. What happened?" she asked, "We both talked about this a few months ago and you said we should wait until he turns eighteen. So what happened?" she asked with concern.

"What happened? What happened is that Clark saved three people's lives today. And you know what? He felt ashamed." he explained, making his wife's eyes widen before letting out a breath. "Maybe if we tell him...I don't know...but I don't want our son to feel like he's a freak of nature." he explained desperately.

Martha sucked in her bottom lip as she nodded, "John, we both know that we don't know what to expect about being parents...but I think it is time." she admitted despite herself.

Time seemed to fly by the day until they were ready to talk, it was night out when they sat down in the living room on the couch. "Clark? Could you come down here?" Martha called out.

The sound of the young man coming down the stairs echoed through the house. Walking into the living room, Jonathan gestured to the chair in front of the two, "Son...sit down." he offered.

Clark immidiately assumed the worst, "Oh god if we're having 'The Talk' again I swear I'm running out that door until I get to Patch." he said, pointing to the door.

The couple actually laughed at that, "No sin, it's not that...it's something important." Martha explained, going from amused to serious in an instant.

Clark sat down in the couch in front of them. Martha's hand found her husband's and squeezed. "Clark...it's time that we've had a talk...about your gifts." she started.

Clark felt his throat go dry, he knew that his parents were always nervous about his gifts. He was too, but the only time they really discussed them in great detail was when he showed any discomfort when using them.

Jonathan steeled himself, "Son...you know that when we found you, we took you in and raised you like one of our own. And there's not a day that goes by that we don't treasure that." he said, making Clark's lips tug into a smile.

"But...there was something we didn't tell you about how we found you." Jonathan cautiously stated.

Martha nodded, "Clark...we found you in a crater..." she said, making the young adult's eyes become wide.

"Y-Y-You mean like a hole...in the ground?" he asked somewhat shakily.

The pair nodded, "But...it's what else that was in the crater that what you need to know." Jonathan explained.

Before the young man knew it, the three of them were out in the barn. Jonathan had hooked a pair of chains through a set of loops in the floor he never really noticed before, pulling the flood up, all that could be seen inside was a large shape covered by a tarp.

Going down the stairs leading to the room, Jonathan gripped the cover and pulled.

Clark may have been living proof that there were things in life that could scare the living daylight out if people, but even his eyes went wider than his Ma's nicest plates.

"This...is what we found you in son." Jonathan said a Clark slowly approached the ship. Martha and Jonathan were dead silent as their son walked around the silver ship.

Finally after moments of silence he spoke, "W...what am I?" he asked, looking into the open compartment that he must have been in.

Martha put her hands on his shoulders from behind, "Your our son Clark...but you're someone else's too." she said. "And they were from another world."

Clark tentatively reached into the casket that held him, suddenly the side popped out, making him recoil back. The inner wall popped out, revealing a clear crystal. Clark carefully reached inside and touched the crystal. Taking it out, he held it in his hands, "We never saw that before." Martha commented.

"Well it's not dust. No color." Jonathan noted.

Clark took a deep breath before he turned to Martha and Jonathan, "I...can...what does this mean?" he asked.

The couple gave their son a look of pity, "Clark I'll be honest, we don't know." They each put a hand on his shoulder, "But this doesn't change anything to us...to us we're still your parents." Martha said with a supporting smile.

Clark leaned into them, wrapping his arms around them just tight enough to be comfortable. "Ma...Pa...I love you two so much." he said as tears leaked out his eyes.

(000)

The week following the revelation, Clark had changed.

He spent every night gazing up at the stars on the windmill near the driveway. He thought of people as humans, separate from whatever he was.

He also spent what spare time he could just looking at the craft. Scientifically speaking this thing shouldn't be able to fly. It had no wings, no balance, and just to drive a point home, the thing couldn't possibly hold enough fuel to rocket him all the way to earth.

Then again he himself does bend the laws of physics once in awhile.

Clark had also fashioned the crystal into a makeshift necklace by tying a string around one end tight enough so it wouldn't slip out. Obviously was anything but that, but it was the only way he could carry it and not look conspicuous.

"Clark? You ok?" he looked up from the step of the front porch he was sitting on. Jonathan Kent have his son a concerned look, having noticed his son's distant nature over the past few days.

He gave a smile, "Yeah...you know, considering."

Jonathan nodded, "That's understandable." she responded, taking a seat next to him. The two sat in silence for a few moments, "Clark, you know you can tell me anything." he said, showing he was there for his son.

Clark sighed, "I always thought that after I got the hang of...being normal...I could do something with my life that helps people. Be a fireman, a scientist, maybe a huntsmen. But now...it all seems small compared to what I really am." he admitted.

Clark had loved helping people, it didn't matter if it was something small like chores, or something as significant as saving a life. As long as he made the world a little bit better, it was worth it. But now...it seemed like all he's been doing is just playing in the sandbox.

Jonathan smiled, "Son you're going to do great things I hadn't the notion you won't... in fact I think...I like to think that one day, you'll inspire people. Inspire them to be like you." he said proudly.

Clark smiled, pride filling his heart at his father's words. "You think so?" he asked.

"Yea of course. But you need to realize that doesn't mean you need to hide your gifts from the world." he explained. Clark nodded at his words, even though he tried his best, there were sometimes that he needed to break that rule and help people.

Clark smiled as Jonathan's arm wrapped around his shoulder, "Just be careful. There's only one you Clark." he advised.

As Jonathan walked back inside, Clark looked at the stars one last time before following his father's lead and going inside.

AN: And there it is! The first chapter to this Volume. Now as I'm sure you all realized by now, this Volume takes place before the Events of RWBY Vol. 1. as well as the trailers.

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