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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Superman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/_Clark_Kent, Clark_Kent/Lois_Lane, Jimmy_Olsen/_Male_OC, Lady
      Death/_Father_Time, Arella_(DCU)/Bruce_Wayne, Arella_(DCU)/_Lex_Luthor
  Character:
      Jason_Todd, Clark_Kent, The_Joker, Jimmy_Olsen, Lois_Lane, Martha_Kent,
      Jonathan_Kent, Original_Male_Character(s), Lex_Luthor, Arella_(DCU)
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff, Angst, So_much_angst, kill_you_dead_theres_so_much_angst,
      Canonical_Character_Death, Canon-Typical_Violence, basically_most_of_it
      is_angst, Mpreg, but_only_at_the_end, Infidelity, infidelity_of_side
      pairing_only, Intersex_Character
  Series:
      Part 1 of DayLight,_Twilight,_Moonlight
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-23 Updated: 2015-01-23 Chapters: 7/? Words: 3943
****** Daylight ******
by askarella
Summary
     If she likes you, Lady Death will grant your last wish.
***** Prologue *****
The Joker cackled. “Cya later, Robin- it’s been a real blast!" And with that he
danced a jig out of the warehouse.
Pain… Pain was everything, everywhere. Jason Todd, the second Robin, lay
motionless in a pool of his own blood, costume tattered and tacky with the
crimson fluid as he tried to crawl toward the door. He was the very image of a
broken bird, and his pale green eyes struggled to stay open.
"You’re not going to make it, child" A voice informed him as a pair of bare
feet covered in dirt and grime and blood made their way into his line of sight-
behind them was a pair covered in silver boots covered in gold chain. The
person knelt down and lifted his chin with calloused hands so that the youth
was looking into a pale yet lovely face with pure white eyes and crimson lips.
“I am Lady Death, and you are at my door." She smiled sadly at him. “But I like
you, child- tell me your last wish…"
 
Jason let out a gasping breath. “I want…" He coughed out a splatter of blood
onto her dust-colored and tattered gown. “I want… want to be with him… I know
it’s not… he’s Superman… but I want… to be…" He coughed blood again and Lady
Death pulled him into her arms, stroking his battered body. The man behind her
stayed silent- though it was not as if Jason could muster up the strength to
see him.
"I understand, child… 5 years, I give you 5 years with him- and when you are
born you will come back here, to the moment of your death." She kissed him
softly on the forehead and he disappeared into smoke, only to re-appear on the
floor beside her a moment later. “Was it worth it?" She asked.
The boy nodded, smiling softly. “better to… loved… lost… than not at all…
right?"
The building exploded then, and Lady Death stood in the ruins when it was over,
simply tsking at the burnt corpse in the center. “So foolish… but then, most
humans are when it comes to sentiment"
Her companion said nothing, simply took her hand and kissed it, the cogs in his
eyes working ceaselessly as they always did. “You have sentiment too, my lady"
He signed to her with his automaton hands, “That is why you had me help you
grant his wish."
Lady Death stroked his face gently. “Oh Time, you know how to woo a girl…"
He smiled and took her hand, and they walked off to where the forces of the
Universe dwell.
***** Sorry *****
The day was warm for early spring, with a soft breeze that carried the scent of
blood into the nose of a young farmboy of about 16 with his arms full of wood
to repair his father's fence with. The mettalic smell confused him, so he
followed it to its source- a wounded young man of about the same age as he with
cuts and bruises covering his body. The boy groaned in pain, and the farmboy
panicked, picking him up into a bridal carry and running to his house.
"Clark! Oh good, tell your father that lunch is ready" Called out the farmboy's
mother as she took a casserole out of the oven. She hummed to herself then
stopped when her son did not answer. "Clark? Is that you?"Clark stood in the
doorway helplessly.
"Ma... Ma, I just found him, he's hurt and he's wearing weird clothes and he
might be dying." And indeed, the youth was wearing weird clothing- some sort of
armored spandex in blood-stained red and green and yellow that was torn to
shreds. "What do I do, Ma?"
The woman took a deep breath before pulling off her oven mits. "We take him to
the hospital- get into the truck while I call your father." As she said that
she picked up the phone and dialed her husband's phone number. She explained
the situation once he picked up, and then she was off to the truck and driving
them to Smallville General Hospital's EP.The boy in Clark's arms stirred a bit,
only to cough up blood and groan in agony.
"Ma..." Clark whispered. "I'm scared... what if he dies? I mean, coughing blood
isn't a good thing, is it?"
"...be fine..." The boy whispered. "...stay... with me..."
Clark swallowed dryly. "I will... I'll stay if you do..."
"Always..." The kid whispered before coughing blood again, and then they were
at the ER. Clark refused to let the kid go out of his sight. They x-rayed him,
and most of his larger bones were broken, and they had to sew him up in more
places than Clark dared to count.
"Do you know who he is?" One of the nurses asked Clark, who shook his head. "He
has no ID, Mister Kent, and we have no idea who would want to hurt a kid his
age like that- not to mention how the various scars and remodling on his bones
from previous injuries got there. Any information will help us better question
him when he wakes up."
Clark did not take his eyes from the sleeping kid on the bed in front of him.
"Look... I promised him I would stay with him... so let me stay with him"
The nurse threw up her hands. "Fine, do what you like- the cops will want to
talk to him though."
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It was 3 days until the kid woke up, and Clark had refused to leave his side
except to use that bathroom.He opened his pale green eyes and stroked the side
of Clark's face in wonder as the other male slept, finding it a bit hard to
believe what his eyes told him that he was seeing.
Clark awoke to the feel of a bandaged hand on his cheek. "You're awake!" He
exclaimed, taking the hand into his gently. "You scared me, like a lot, dude"
The kid laughed a bit before wincing. "Yeah, I can't believe it either..."
"The uh- the police wanted me to ask you some questions..." Clark told him,
biting his lips. "Um... what's your name?"
The kid was quiet for a moment. "Angel. Angel Robin" He declared, looking smug
at his cleverness. "What's yours?"
"Clark- Clark Kent." He released Angel's hand gently. "Thats kind of a girly
name, Angel"
Angel laughed a bit. "Yeah, I guess it is, isn't it..." He stared at Clark.
"I'm lucky to be alive, aren't I?"
Clark nodded. "That's what the dotors said... I didn't leave, like you asked"
Angel looked away at that. "Sorry..."
He shrugged. "Not that big of a deal, Angel... I was worried though, having
found a kid my age that beat up on my property."
Angel ducked his head. "So that's where she dumped me..."
"She?" Clark turned his head to the side. "A woman did this to you?"
Angel's eyes snapped open wide. "Yeah, a woman... she also took my parents..."
The cops came in then, and Clark was forced out of the room.
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Jason really hated cops. They always asked the wrong questions, and that didn't
seem to have changed in the past. He was civil with them, at the very least,
and when they were about half done a nurse gave him more pain killers and then
there was bliss.
He thought himself very clever for thinking up an alias that quickly. Angel for
Miss Arella and Robin in honor of Bruce.
He wondered what Miss Arella was doing at this point in time- he knew that she
was about Clark and Bruce's age, and if he factored in Raven's age, then the
woman would have to have had Raven in about two years from this point
.He also wondered about Bruce. Would he have met Talia yet? What about the
Commisioner? Was he even back in Gotham at all? So many things were
uncertain...When Clark was allowed back into his room, he was followed by a
sweet-seeming woman and told Jason that the policemen had said that Clark was
responsible for him- and Jason had no problem with that.
They helped him into a wheel chair and took him to a quaint little farmhouse
and made him the best chicken noodle soup that he had ever ate and then showed
him to the room he would share with Clark- another thing that he had no
arguement with."Is your name really Angel?" Clark asked him as he climbed into
the top bunk. "Or are you hiding from something and Angel is referring to
someone important to you?"
Jason laughed from his spot on the bottom bunk. "The latter... Sorry..."
Clark smiled as he pulled the covers over himself. "It's fine... is there
anything I can call you instead?"
Jason was quiet for a moment. "Robin... or Jay..."
"Well, goodnight Robin."
"Goodnight, Clark"
***** Stiff *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Caleb Mathers was a very masculine boy, thank you very much. His pale blonde
hair was always long because it was more convenient than finding the time to
cut it, and ballet was a sport despite what society and stereotyping said. He
could fight and often did- much to the chagrin of his instructors- and he was
the top student in his Bludhaven school’s Ag Department.
He was also flamboyantly homosexual.
For this reason most people seemed to avoid him, though he didn’t care too
much. He had one friend, a boy he had met through the state championship
Spelling Bee that his mother had forced him into. Clark was a great guy, and
Caleb would be spending the summer with him. But when he found Clark upon his
arrival, he had not been expecting what he saw.
What Caleb saw was Clark’s lap being straddled by a thin and wiry boy covered
in bandages. They were laughing and the thin boy was flustered, reaching for
some object that Clark was keeping out of his reach.
Caleb cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe. “You boys having fun?”
The boy turned red as Clark sat upright, his smile widening. “Hi Caleb! We
weren’t expecting you until noon!” 
Caleb burst into laughter. “It’s half past noon, you idiot!” He laughed as he
slung his bags onto the floor by the bunk beds. “So who’s the kid?”
The boy stiffened and glared at Caleb. “I’m Robin… who’re you?” His pale green
eyes are fierce, and Caleb finds himself shivering.
"That’s Caleb, Angel" Clark said, smiling. "He’s a good friend of mine"
Robin huffs and climbs out of Clark's lap. "Why exactly is he here?" The boy
looked positively mutinous. "You said we were going to hang out today in town!"
Clark smiled. "We still are, Angel, and Caleb is going to be with us... You've
been hanging out with only me and Ma and Pa for the past 2 months, you've got
to start making some other friends... and Caleb is always telling me about
needing new friends, so this is like killing two birds with one stone!"
 
Chapter End Notes
     I apologize if anyone hates Caleb, but he is my baby, he has a big
     life in front of him involving poles, Jimmy Olsen, and Dick Grayson.
     He's a cutie and a sweetie and I'll fight ya over him.
     Also, I am terribly sorry for not updating, but things happen. Also,
     please leave a comment/ shoot me a message on how you feel about
     Mpreg! It'll help me out, I promise!
***** Intimidation *****
Chapter Summary
     Luthor is a bitch, and a familiar face is seen
Jason and Caleb became fast friends, sparring together while Clark did his
chores. Caleb was taller than him, but Jason did not let that give him an
advantage- Jason was trained by Batman, who had in turn been trained by the
very very best. Caleb found him to be amusing, and would taunt him about his
not-so-unobvious crush on their more muscular friend.
The summer passed by quickly, and soon Caleb had to go home. He left with a
wistful sigh and without a backwards glance- it hurt too much to go back to
elderly women who touched him too much without adding longing to the mix.
School came and Clark flourished, and Jason could see very clearly 2 things-
one was that three boys seemed to follow Clark around and glare at anyone who
stared too lone, and the other was that those three boys had it in for him.
It started subtly, with half-veiled threats and rotten eggs in his locker, but
it soon escalated. The boys finally cornered Jason in the boys locker room
after track try-outs.
"Hey, Johhny, lookit this little faggoty boy" The first one sneered, the gap
between his two front teeth large enough to wedge a raisin into. "He's so
skinny that 'e looks like a girl! No wonder Mister Luthor wants us to 'urt 'im!
'e even has a girly name!"
"He sure does Mark" Replied the leader of the trio, a cigarette in his mouth.
"And Mister Luthor'll be mighty pissed off if this little girly boy gets a
piece of Mister Kent's dick before he does... Dya think that Kent'll still fuck
'im if he's been beaten to a pulp?"
The tall, silent one shook his head, a malicious grin on his face.
"I do agree, Hal... Boys, do what you do best."
That was when the beating started, Mark and the silent boy waling on him with
fists clad in brass knuckles and feet clad in steel-toed boots. Jason had had
worse, but damn if it didn't hurt still! He didn't fight back, half in hopes
that they'd spill more info on this Luthor character, half because he didn't
want to risk anyone other than Clark knowing that he possessed military-grade
combat training.
"What the Hell are you three doing?!" A strong, throaty voice that Jason half-
recognized called out. "Leave that poor boy alone!"
Mark sneered. "And if we don't?" He spit on Jason's face. "What'll you do,
Lady? Tell on us?"
"I can make your life a living Hell" The voice seethed. "Now- leave the boy...
or your balls are my newest playtoys."
Something in her expression must have scared them off, because the next thing
Jason knew, his head was in too-thin hands. Jason looked at the person who was
holding him and sputtered, for he recognized the girl! "A-Arella!"
"Actually, it's Angela." She smiled a sweet smile, wiping blood off of his face
with what he assumed was her overshirt. "Angela Roth... and you're in the wrong
time period, aren't you, angry boy?" She had the same expressive blue eyes, the
same sharp cheekbones, the same beautiful hair... but she looked much smaller,
much more innocent, much less the wise and lovely woman that he had known.
"Yes... you're on borrowed time... borrowed time, but you'll make the most of
it."
He relaxed as she pulled him into her lap. "I'm Jason..." He confessed. "Jason
Todd... I'm going by Angel Robin... the Angel part is in honor of you..." He
breathed in her scent, more like city smoke and desperation and misery than the
spiced cherry and incense and love that he was used to her smelling like. "You
smell different here... not healthy... you don't smell like you... you don't
even smell like your daughter..."
"I see." Her smile was pained. "So I have a daughter in the future..." She
kissed the top of his head gently. "Is she beautiful? Does she love me? Do I
love her? Do I... do I ever escape my parents?"
"Yes..." He probably shouldn't be telling her this, but he loved her as a child
loves a dear aunt, "Yes to all of it... though it may seem like it is only
getting worse... I promise that it will get better... it will get better..." He
groaned as she lifted him up. "Where are we going?"
"To the hospital, little bird" She soothed him as she carried him piggy-back
style. "I will carry you, as thanks for carrying me today."
And though her words made no sense to him, Jason smiled and dozed, the tall,
silent woman carrying him as he had carried her in his past and her future.
 
 
 
 
***** Sorry for the Lack or Update! *****
Please forgive my lack of update! I've been really busy but the new update is
this week! As an apology here is some supplementary art that I made <3
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     A long-awaited update!
Chapter Notes
     Finally, a real update! Sorry for being so late- life got in the way
     and I apologize. The main plot and villain for this work has been
     decided so updates should come more frequently now! Comments and
     kudos mean the world to me, so please do both! I thrive off of
     interaction and feedback!
     This chapter moves pretty fast because it's dialog-heavy, so sorry
     about that
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The last place that Clark Kent had expected to end up on a Thursday afternoon
was the hospital, staring through the walls at Angel who- once again- was
injured.
Standing between him and the injured human was a girl about his age; she was
about 5'10, dressed in a baggy and dull grey shirt, and talking on the phone.
"Yes Bruce, I got their names," She said in a tone of mild irritation. "They
were panicking when I attacked their minds..." The person on the other line
said something in a panicked tone, "Bruce, no one here knows my face exceptin'
Lex, and like he'd tell on me- as long as I come here monthly for brain wave
analysis he swore not ta tell the government." The person on the other line
spoke again and she interrupted him "Bruce, you're the one who sent me to him!
Don't ya dare try to 'fetch' me- it ain't gonna happen."
Clark coughed gently to get her attention before walking past her. Her eyes
narrowed at him and he paused. "May I help you with something?" He asked
innocently. "I need to get into this room- my friend is hurt"
"Bruce, I'm hanging up." The teenager declared, setting the corded phone back
onto its cradle. "I'm Angela Roth, who're you?" She demanded, gripping his arm
with force that would have left marks were he not an alien. "Tell me now please
sir... I don't want ta go about this the hard way if possible"
He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm Clark Kent..." He turned his
head a bit as he looked at her with x-ray vision, noticing all the scars in her
bones and the lightness of them and the way that her skin seemed ever-so-
slightly too big for her frame, or maybe vice versa? "Why did you want to
know?"
She sighed in irritation. "Look, I swear ta the ends a the Earth that if ya
emotionally hurt the boy in there, I'll hunt ya down and tell everyone your big
secret." She let him go and flipped her hair off of her shoulders with a glare.
"I gotta go before my rich boy boyfriend comes ta get me- see ya sooner than
later big guy"
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Angela Roth walked out of the tall boy's sight before sitting down and panting
in shock and mental exhaustion. No one- and she meant no one- had ever resisted
her mental probe; and the fact that the boy was the one that Lex had told her
about many a time concerned her. There was no mistaking that the boy was
special, and the fact that Jason had shown her a flash of memory of a much
older "Clark" lifting up a destroyed building with ease only served to trigger
her mental alarms more than they already had been.
She also now knew why Lex's hired thugs had been after Jason- if Lex saw anyone
as a threat to his position in Clark's life, she knew that the bald 20 y/
o would not hesitate to hurt them. She'd have words with him over that- maybe
tell him that Jason's time was limited, though that may not be a good idea. She
sighed heavily before standing up and making her way out of the hospital with
slow strides and a Sex Pistols song in her head.
Angela would go back to Lex's, have some words with him, eat some of his food,
and maybe sleep with him. Yes, that sounded like a pleasant idea to her and not
like a bad idea in the least.
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"What happened, Angel?" Clark asked as he sat down next to his friend.
"I went to track tryouts and was ambushed, no big deal." He smiled at the
larger boy and ruffled his hair gently. "They're letting me go tomorrow, so
don't worry about me big guy."
Clark sighed. "Your recklessness is going to be the death of me, dude."
Angel surprised him by laughing harshly. "No, it's going to be the death of
me... and thats okay." He whispered under his breath. "Anyway, I'll be fine
soon enough- just don't let blondie find out that I got my ass kicked so
easily, okay?" He said at speaking-volume.
"Alright..." Clark resisted the strong urge to kiss the top of Angel's head,
and realized something quite stunning- but he kept it to himself and contented
with sitting by the other teen's side until the nurses made him leave.
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Lex Luthor laid in his lavish bed, watching a tall girl in her late teens dress
slowly in one of his shirts. She was exquisite and fierce and possessed a
unique gift that made her all the more desirable. He did not love her and she
did not love him but they were a good match sexually. Her body was a work of
art and he coveted it.
"So you won't harm 'im any more." She half-asked half-commanded him as she
buttoned the shirt. "Wait a few years and he'll be gone." She stopped buttoning
to reach down and pick up his discarded tie. "I'm gonna go eat some food- you
want any?"
"I promise not to harm him for as long as you are there to protect him." Lex
vowed. "No, I don't want any food- eat your fill then return for another
round... my hunger for you seems insatiable tonight."
"See ya in an hour then Lexie"
Chapter End Notes
     For those of you who don't know: Angela is the mother of Raven, and
     hails from Gotham originally- she is also a telepath. Her involvement
     will depend entirely on your perception and reception of her. Her
     relationship with Bruce is purely romantic and her relationship with
     Lex is both business and sexual. She suffers from malnutrition, which
     impacts her bone density and mental capacity for proper grammar, as
     well as her endurance.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Clark usually was not one for baths, but today he felt that he needed one- it
was a Saturday, he had done his chores already, and Robin was at the Physical
Therapist... and he had awoken to blood in his boxers. He stripped quickly, and
got into the tub shakily. "I can do this, I can do this..." He chanted to
himself, slowly moving his hands down to his genital area and froze when he
reached the base of his penis.
"Clark Kent, you are an idiot, you can inspect your dick and not be freaked
out, get it together!" He scolded himself. He had known since puberty that his
genitals were strange; his testicles were internal and he had never grown pubic
hair... but a continuous discharge of blood was completely new, as was the
nagging ache in his lower abdomen that would just not go away! "Just do it, you
big baby!" Clark hissed as he reached for his perineum; but instead of smooth
skin, he felt a fold of skin and a fold of somehow softer skin inside it!
"No no no no no no no..." He whispered to himself. "If that is what I think it
is, then the bleeding is... oh no no no no no no no!" He caught himself hyper-
ventilating. "Breathe Clark, breathe!" He tried to calm himself, but nothing
worked. "...shit...." 
"Clark?" He heard his  mother call out. "Are you okay in there?"
He inhaled sharply before breaking into full-blown sobs, "No, no I... I'm not
okay!"
"Do I need to come in there?" She asked gently, "Clark, do I need to come in
there?"
"N-no ma'am..." He blubbered out. "I... ma, I... it's an alien thing... I... my
body changed... and it's scary..."
"I'm coming in now" She declared, opening the door. The elderly woman looked on
the floor and picked up the bloodied underwear. "You're bleeding."
He sniffled. "Yes ma'am... my... my parts changed..." He covered his pubic area
with his hands in embarrassment. "I... I think I'm having a period..."
Ma Kent stopped herself from looking shocked in that expert way that mothers
do. "Well, that just means that your species are a little different down
there." She said cheerily. "It's nothing big dear, you're still you, no matter
what, okay?"
"Okay ma"
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