Jason looked at the box that was in the middle of the room. He looked at it with curiosity. He then stood up after looking over Tim. He noticed he was asleep with sweat beating against his forehead. He wiped the sweat away before standing up and slowly walking towards the box in the middle of the room. He knelt down next to the box and opened the box.

Inside the box was a piece of paper on top of a black piece of cloth. He picked up the piece of paper and noticed the  nice handwriting on the paper addressing it to Superman. Jason looked up at Superman and lifted the letter up towards him. The boy scout looked at the letter with a confused look. He then looked down at Margret who was fast asleep in his arms. He gently laid her on the bed before wrapping his cape around her. They gave the blanket to Damian who was starting to shiver a while ago. Superman gently stood up and walked over to Jason and grabbed the letter from him. He gasped when he saw the picture that fell out when he opened it. He looked at the picture with sorrow.

A young black haired boy was standing in a small test like tube. He was fast asleep with a painful look sketched out on his face. His black hair sticking to his forehead meaning he was exerted  before the photo was taken. What strick the man of steel the most was the black semi long sleeve shirt that had his symbol written across from it.  It was his son that he cared for the most. It was Conner in a pod just like he was at Cadmus. Superman knew that Conner  hated being in a pod. He was clusterphobic  after all.

Superman stared at the picture of his boy  with deep regret  and sorrow. He was just getting to know the boy before all this happened. He managed to get his head screwed on straight  and started to be the father figure he was suppose to be. He regretted the way he acted to Superboy when he was just figuring out he was a father. He really was an awful person in the first year of Superboy's life. But that all changed after the excersie  the league  put them through that ended up falling. Afterwards he started to talk to Conner and ever since then they were starting to bond and he was starting to act like a father figure. Heck he was going to ask Superboy that weekend if he want to come live with him but that changed when he was kidnapped.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the letter that was in his hand.

Dear Superman,
We have your son and we are not afraid to use him as a human guinne  pig. So far his screams of pain have been very amusing. In order to get him back you must surrender and say you will work for us. Oh and by the way the bat brats are next. We have them to make it too wear the big bad bat with work with us. Yes we know both of your identities. Carlos was the name we put on the letter for 'Bruce' but really it was us. So either surrender or the kids will get hurt.

From,
Cadmus

Superman crippled the paper in his hand and looked inside the box to find Superboy's  shirt inside it ripped. It had holes every were and a red substance littered all over it. He knew they were tourting  him just to get back at him. He stood up and looked at the wall that the woman came in before. All he could think about was the kids that laid in the room and his only son that was being hurt because of him. He raised his hands.

"I surrender! Now let the kids go and give us back Superboy!" He yelled and the wall. The older kids who were awake at the time looked at Superman with a concerned look. They didn't  understand what was going on and was concerned that Superman  has lost his mind from captivity.

Soon the wall that opened earlier opened. Two male figures dressed from head to toe came walking in dragging a body behind them. The body looked a lot like Superboy and this concerned Superman greatly. The male figures dropped the kid roughly on the ground and walked away.

Once the wall was sealed again, Superman rushed to his kid and gathered him in his arms the best he could. The shirt he was wearing earlier  was removed along with his shoes leaving him in his dark blue jeans that were tattered and worn. Brushes and cuts littered his bare skin as he laid there unconscious. Burn marks covered his feet and hands. Along with whip like marks that covered his back and his chest. Cadmus had gone to far when they kidnapped his son and his neice along with his nephews. Superman moved the few strands of raven black  hair away from his face making him look younger than what he looked like. He gently placed his ear against Conners chest and sighed in relief  when he heard the slow but steady heartbeat coming from Superboy. Tears slowly fell down his face when as he sat thee listening to his heartbeat.

All the bat kids could think to do was huddle in a small pile next to the bed leaving the man of steel to reunite with his son.