The only timkon dynamic I will accept is Conner looking at Tim who is bossy, deeply damaged and unhinged and who only gives a vague half-fuck over little things like legality and what people tell him and being like “babe you are the messiest dude I have ever met but, god knows why, I trust you with my life and my heart because whatever is wrong with you is incredibly sexy.”
Meanwhile Tim is looking at Conner who is wearing bedazzled jorts, a crop top and fringe jacket that says baby slut on the back who is arguing that as a clone who’s barely 5, he should qualify for the under 10 discount at Denny’s because he needs to feel some emotion at 2:47 in the morning and thinking “this is literally the most embarrassing and ridiculous human shaped person I have ever met but he has seen me go off the rails so many times he just buckles in and rides it out and also we have established abandoned anxious child to abandoned anxious child communication and it would take too long to break another boyfriend in so I guess I need to marry him and shit”
And I will literally not take anything else, thank you and goodnight.Â
It wasn’t a mission or a job. Rita heard an old friend had died and simply wanted to pay respects. Steve flew with her to the city of Matadi in the Republic of Congo, and then drove to the smaller town of Inga where they found the gravestones of Marie and her husband Mark. Rita only needed to see “beloved parents,” and Steve suddenly found himself helplessly trailing after as his wife tracked down the fate of her friend’s child. For her peace of mind.
That was Rita. She cared tenderly for people. Made missions out of caring. It was probably the only reason she was still with Steve. He didn’t feel he deserved her, but she made a daily responsibility out of proving that he did. “You fight so hard for humanity,” she’d remind him. “You should also get to participate in it.” She’d point at his chest and claim she saw the good good man inside.
It was enough to make him try. Try to be softer when they extracted victims from perilous situations, instead of simply handing them off to the proper aids and authorities. Try to be more understanding when they caught a criminal who acted out of desperation rather than ill will. Try to pause and listen when emotions entered an equation.
Because he was far too used to being the one to take care of the dirty work. The part of the job that was too difficult or unpleasant. Steve did it. When a nefarious organization needed to be stopped, when a madman needed to be taken down, when a situation called for bloodshed. Steve just. Did it. He buried the human part of himself a long time ago, so that the rest of humanity could be safer.
But Rita had found a thread, at some point along the way. And she’d tugged and pulled until she found purchase, and she tied herself to him, to the good good man inside. Sometimes it ached, and sometimes it rattled him, but it also made him hope. And try. To be worthy of her, he always tried.
This was such a small situation compared to some of the missions Steve had completed. Little clues here and there, Steve and Rita quickly deduced a man was embezzling from his dead client’s estate, taking advantage of their orphaned child. Galtry had been shifty. He feigned politeness, but his smile was too flat, too forced… and there was no sign of the kid. So Rita “excused herself to the restroom” while Steve casually questioned the other man and felt him out. He did the dirty work, he sussed out Galtry’s scheme, he raised fisticuffs when the hired hitmen appeared at Galtry’s summons, and he felt zero guilt with how roughly he took them down and handed them over to the police.
Rita had found the kid and sent her coordinates to Steve. When he arrived at a tiny rudimentary campsite hidden in the jungle, he stopped short. His chest fluttered dangerously. Because he suddenly knew, at the very first sight, his life was about to change.
It was the look in Rita’s eyes. That tender determined look. And the possessive way she held the kid in her arms. Absolute certainty. And then she turned that look to Steve, and he knew it was not a request. It was a yank on that thread she had a hold of. A holy command to the good good man inside.
The kid was small, dirty, twig thin… and green. Rita could just as easily been holding an actual live goblin against her chest. But it wasn’t the green that scared Steve. It wasn’t the long pointed ears, the clawed tips of his fingers and toes, or the little glinting fangs. None of those things scared Steve.
What scared Steve was the vulnerable way the kid clung to Rita. What scared him was the nervous hope in those big green eyes. Steve should not be a target of that kind of hope. He didn’t know how to handle children. Children were glass, and Steve was a hammer. He did the dirty work, he nailed the bad guys. He crushed the knees of drug and trafficking rings. He stained his hands where others could not. He did not… he could not handle a child.
But Rita was already approaching him. She held the kid like a gift. A very precious gift. And she had that look in her eyes. You can do this, Steve.
No, no he couldn’t. He was too scared. He would get it wrong. He would mess it up. And he swore the kid could see it too, those big green eyes reading him with sharp curiosity. I don’t want to hurt you, Steve thought. But I don’t know how…
But Rita had that look. And for her, Steve would try. For the kid too. He would try.
Beast Boy was kidnapped by thieves at a young age and trained/coerced into being a weapon and thief
Harley Quinn tries stealing a weapon before a group of villains can steal it first. She means to intercept them. Except they don't go to steal it for themselves. They send a child to do it for them.
Harley sees a traumatized, and very green, child that was taken advantage of. And she decides to give him a home.
And maybe teaches him the joys of chaos and jokes along the way.
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I still think Kory being able to pass off a tanned human vs Gar being able to pass only if he isnt human vs Vics never being able to have a secret identity ever was a missed oppatunity storywise.
Like I get why it's not there in the 80s, because it wouldnt have never been near Marv Wolfman's skill set, but come on....it's been 46 years.
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