Zod bothered him. Knowing he was here, lurking somewhere in the shadows, looking for the son who didn’t want him, put a strain on him that was beyond explanation. Chris had gotten used to being able to say that his biological father was nowhere to be seen and would never get out of where he was. His chains were secured, his cell forever locked, his influence frozen and restrained, his words unable to reach the outside boundaries of his prison.
That was no longer true. He was out, free and able to wreak havoc on the race that he thought below him.
If you were going to tell Zod ‘no’ or disagree with him on whatever he had to say, you might as well stand facing a lawnmower and do the same thing. It didn’t work on either, but at least a lawnmower would sit still and refrain from ordering you to kneel in front of it for the millionth time in a row.
Being shut up in the Hyperion wasn’t as boring as it sounded. Sure, Chris was anxious to explore and he wasn’t keen on staying put, but with Zod searching the city for him, he couldn’t take the chance. Trapped at his side again was a scenario that came to life in a nightmare. Chris wanted to stay clear of his path at all costs, and would if he could. Unfortunately, keeping away from Zod would be impossible. Sooner or later he would have to see him with his own two eyes.
He hoped it would be later.
Jack’s invitation distracted him from whatever troubling thoughts plagued him for the time being. He hadn’t yet asked Clark if he could go into the city with him whenever he went out. It wasn’t the best idea to expose himself like that. If Zod saw some kid flying next to Superman he was going to know who it was. He wasn’t stupid. He would recognize his own son when and if he saw him.
Not giving him that chance now, he stepped out onto the roof instead of onto a street. “I’m going to try not to break anything up here, including the roof itself.” The door slammed closed behind him and Chris walked over to stand where Jack had placed himself. If everything went well, things would stay how they were supposed to be: whole and preferably without any damage.