Chris was grateful to have been raised where he was. He had a good life and he knew that it could have been so much worse for him. Being reared in the Phantom Zone by two mentally unstable and abusive parents would have produced one messed up kid. Having a teenager who only knew himself as Lor-Zod coming after you because he had lived a crappy life? Not something that would be painless.
None of that mattered. He was where he was and he wasn’t insane or dangerous unless he accidentally ran into your living room wall and made the place collapse on top of you. Or something equally as accidental and not his fault.
He couldn’t help grinning. Fighting gave him a rush, like when Kara had taken him with her to stop a villain who thought himself important and capable of doing what he wanted to a city that didn’t belong to him. With his abilities he could take out an enemy effortlessly and when those enemies were pathetic and frail? He could knock them down in a row and not break a sweat. He didn’t think it fair that he wasn’t allowed to do that back home.
“We had those. Monsters. Villains who want to take over the world but never actually get around to it. Every place has a few of them.” But to him they were a common occurrence. They were as recognizable as a thunderstorm or a mud puddle in the middle of a road after rain.
Biting at the inside of his mouth, he thought about that question for a second. That was all that it took. “Because they can be dangerous. I’m still young so… I could use them the wrong way and break something.” To an extent Chris understood that. He didn’t want to hurt anybody. Or destroy a house. “Let’s hope she stays inside next time. It helps.” The next time she went out alone at night, there was the chance that nobody would be around to hear her screams. They couldn’t babysit her. “I’m exploring. And it’s a place where my mom works. She’s a journalist. I didn’t actually have to use the bathroom though. I was just bored.”