Conner Kent @cxnnerkxnt - Tumblr Blog

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Conner wasn’t certain that he had been able to express what he was feeling properly and the speedster’s (relatively) slower response before smirking at him didn’t alleviate any of that uncertainty until once more Bart had pulled his shirt and guided him back into another kiss. Conner’s hands were quicker to place themselves on Bart’s sides. For a moment, Conner’s mind was distracted trying to sort through what he was feeling and whether it was supposed to feel that way. Finally, however, the hybrid let out a small growling sound and forced his mind clear - letting himself go into a sort of instinctual autopilot. Every inch of his body seemed to be eager to react to Bart’s motions.

He gripped Bart’s sides firmly, but not tight enough to harm him, and easily hoisted the male off the ground. It was slightly awkward with Bart being just a little taller than he was, but Conner arched his back slightly as he moved with him. He carried him across the the room and into the living area - thankful none of the other Titans seemed to have bothered coming home recently. Lowering himself onto the sofa, he seated Bart atop him and … …

Flashing red lights and the sound of the alarm blaring broke him from his thoughtless movements. He turned his head out of the kiss and let out an frustrated growling. “Why can’t criminals just take one day?”

Bart gasped when he was picked up, his arms wrapping around Conner’s back so the guy wouldn’t drop him. He laughed at himself even as he kissed him again, realizing there was no way the Super could possibly find him heavy. Knowing that, he also moved his legs to be around his waist, hugging him like a spider monkey as he was carried into the living room area of the Titan Tower.

He wasn’t even worried if their fellow teammates were around, too focused on the strong young man holding him and the taste and feel of his mouth. There came another laugh when Con sat down, and he sat back slightly so he could put his hands on the sides of his face, fingers sliding back into dark hair. The alarm didn’t register at first, but then he suddenly pulled back and glared as well, yellow eyes flashing. “….. Fleeping really?!.”

Cursing again in Interlac, Bart suddenly was on the other side of the room, his back to Conner as he glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you there.” Without waiting for a reply, Bart disappeared in a crackle of yellow lightning, trying to hide the fact that he was struggling just to function like a normal person with what had just happened between them…

#bart #I can't really think of a reply but this is a pretty good place to end their thread

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart could only blink when Conner responded that way, his eyebrows raising slightly. The idea of his friend being grown in a lab wasn’t that strange since he himself hadn’t exactly lived a normal childhood (having grown up the span of many years in a short amount of time, some of it also in a lab). He was uncertain, though, of what Conner actually felt–at least the degree to which he felt. Bart was worried they might be talking about two different things, or at least weren’t matching up with the depth of what they felt.

He couldn’t help smirking, though, his freckled nose wrinkling slightly as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over one of Con’s inner wrists. The frank words made his cheeks go even redder than before, and for once he was a bit speechless– at least for a second. “You think so?? Why don’t you know! We’ll just have to try it again…and again, until you figure it out.” His hands released Conner’s arms so he could pull on the front of his shirt instead, teasingly dragging him forward to close the few inches of distance between them. Without waiting for the Super’s response he leaned down to press his mouth to his once more, playfully pulling at his shirt at the sides to mess with him.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart blinked when Conner brought up freaking DEATHSTROKE and Dick Grayson, his hand tightening against his shirt as his other hand fell to his shoulder. He knew it wasn’t Slade who had shot him in the knee (physically maybe, but he’d been controlled at the time by his son), but he still had a bad memory of him. It made his bad knee ache briefly. “Gross. And that’s not what I’m talking about! You know, I mean…” He exhaled loudly as he trailed off, his palm going flat against Con’s muscular chest, subtly feeling him as he stared into his blue eyes.

“I don’t mean like as in a friend. It’smorethanthat, you know.” Bart finally let go of Con, but then he reached out to take his wrists instead, trying to show that he wasn’t about to run off…and not letting the Superteen have a means of escape either. Well, sort of. Connor definitely could pull away if he wanted to and probably could toss Bart halfway across the state in the process. He found it difficult to look directly at his friend while discussing such things, so he glanced down instead, staring at Conner’s shirt collar to talk to it instead.

Bart’s groaning exhaust of breath did little to move the furrowed-browed expression from the clone’s face. He hadn’t understood what Bart meant, but as the speedster explained a little more plainly he realized that he should have. It wasn’t like the meaning was rocket science or anything. “Not as a friend...” Conner repeated, trailing off as Bart took his wrists into his hands and raising an eyebrow for a moment.

“I’m... not really sure?” Conner finally answered. “I know the concepts of what being attracted to someone is supposed to be like. The images and words were fed into my head as I was.. grown.” He explained, “But I’ve never had to actually feel those feelings before. I don’t know how they’re supposed to feel.” He stated with a slight frustration in his tone.

“I know that I like being around you. More than I like being around most anyone else on our team. And I like kissing you - that much I have discovered today. So, I think so?” He finished his long-winded answer.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart felt itchy and restless at the feeling of Con’s hands on him, his body shifting slightly as if unable to get comfortable where he was standing. He smirked immediately at his friend’s words, keeping his face close to his. “That was… totally crash?” Without waiting for Conner to respond, Bart leaned in to lightly lick at the Super teen’s bottom lip before pressing a kiss there instead. His beet-red face betrayed how confident he was acting, and he found it impossible to look at Con’s face even when he pulled back again.

“Sorry, youknowwhatImean…” Bart had explained some of his slang terms to his friends before, but his thoughts were so muddled right now he couldn’t really remember if he’d defined crash before. His fingertips against Conner’s face pressed gently before sliding back along to the back of his neck, keeping him right there as if thinking the big guy would jump back away. His other hand kept a solid hold on the front of his black shirt. He definitely couldn’t hold on to any Super who wanted to get away, but he was going to try! “Con. Do you like me?” His gaze was down on his friend’s collar rather than his face, not able to hide his own shyness or the fact that he was about to just run out of the room to save himself the embarrassment…

Conner’s brow remained furrowed for a moment as he continued to process everything. “...totally... crash.” He concluded with a small nod of agreement and soft smile playing at his lips. The sudden lick along his bottom lip elicited the tiniest of grunts from the Super teen and he could only swallow as Bart apologized for the phrasing he’d used. The next question caught him off guard, however. Not because of how sudden it was, but rather, because it seemed like such an obvious answered question in the first place.

“Of course I do.” His brow furrowed once more in confusion. “You’re one of my closest friends, Bart. And I know I’m new at all this, but I don’t think you run around kissing people you hate... well, unless you’re Dick... and that Slade guy.” Conner remarked.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart barked a laugh when Con said he shouldn’t act in the spur of the moment since there was a reason the Super shouldn’t go around randomly punching things or getting angry–he could do so much more damage than a normal human. His cheeks reddened at the compliment, almost making his freckles fade away in the process. The back of his neck flared red as well, and he reached back to rub at his nape in a nervous way.

“Yeah?” Conner’s enthusiasm did not go unnoticed, and Bart smirked before shifting just a hair closer, his finger still poking at his chest. “You sure? Really sure?” The pokes came with each emphasis of his words, and an instant later he was touching Con’s face instead, palm flat against his cheek. The smirk briefly faltered into something more shy and uncertain before Bart suddenly leaned down to press his lips to his friend’s. Instead of running away like last time, Bart’s kiss lasted for several seconds, then slowly deepened as he suddenly pulled on Con’s shirt to yank him forward against him.

If there was anything Conner was exceptionally good at, it was being blunt with his emotions and what he was thinking or feeling at the moment. He was never good at masking his feelings, no matter how confused he may have gotten from them as he adjusted to actually living in the world instead of being psychically fed it inside a lab.

He felt Bart poking at his chest, though the flesh over his muscles gave way very little beneath each little prod. When the hand suddenly moved to carress his cheek, Conner blinked slightly - his expression shifting to one of curiosity. “I am.” He responded moments before Bart was leaning in once more for a very different type of kissing than they had shared prior.

It was a new and exciting experience for the hybrid, but when it deepened he felt his brow furrow as he processed the new sensations. His lips slowly parted as Bart deepened the kiss and though he felt Bart tug on his shirt he had to willingly take a step closer given his rooted frame. For a moment, Conner wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do in return. He matched the motions of the deepening kiss, but it took a few moments for his hands to find their way to rest at either side of the speedster.

There was an odd sensation coursing through him - like a fluttering in his chest that he wasn’t sure how he felt about. Why was this kiss so much different than the last one? What made it feel so different? As they finally parted, Conner’s eyes fluttered open - the man unaware he’d even closed them. “I.... that was...” He couldn’t find the word he wanted and simply cleared his throat.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart felt his face go red when Conner spoke to him so bluntly. Normally he appreciated the clone’s ability to just say whatever was on his mind, but at the moment it made him feel shy and slightly anxious. “Uhhhh, well… I mean it wasn’t exactly planned it was spurofthemomentyouknow that kind of thing. I felt like doing it, so I did. Didn’t stop to think if it was a good idea or not…” Bart reached up to push back some of his messy hair, unintentionally causing it to stick up even more.

“Nice? Really?” Bart wasn’t sure what to take from Con’s words. Nice was a good thing– usually. But in this scenario he wasn’t so sure. “Nice? That’s all?” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bart looked his friend up and down playfully, trying to hide his uncertainty. “Was hoping for something more…. You know, like ‘That was amazing Bart, you’re so handsome and crash”. He shifted closer to Conner, his arms falling to his sides before reaching out to playfully poke the Superteen in the chest. “Should we try it again?”

Conner thought in silence for a few seconds before responding. “People are always telling me that I shouldn’t act in spur of the moment kind of ways...” He stated with a small frown and grumbling tone to his voice. This was confusing and didn’t follow any of the nuances of human interaction that he had learned over the past several years. As Bart questioned his compliment, however, he cracked a rare smile and chuckled slightly.

“I still don’t know what crash really means, but you are handsome. I think so, anyway.” The hybrid offered with a small shrug of his shoulders. He barely felt the playful poking on his chest as Bart questioned him. “Yes.” Conner stated with perhaps too much enthusiastic forcefulness. He cleared his throat some and tried responding once more. “I mean, um, yes.” He repeated the word with a calmer tone.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

“Yeah, a slubt. You know, uhhh…” Bart trailed off, his forefinger lifting to prss against his own chin. “Like a jerk, I guess. A stupid jerk!” His lips pursed together and he swayed slightly where he stood, as if incapable of being perfectly still. Conner’s questions weren’t easy for him to answer. Conner was a clone who had only been around for a few years, but Bart also wasn’t used to the social norms of this current century–mainly because he was from the future, but also because he had only lived about 8 years himself. He physically, mentally, and emotionally was 18 thanks to the scientists in his future era, but he still didn’t have as much experience with dating as his peers.

“Uhhhh… Well, I think it can…sometimes? Haven’t you watched those dumb romantic comedy movies? You know like You’ve Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, The Wedding Singer, 10 Things I Hate About you, Clueless, Overboard, the 40-Year-Old Virgin… The list goes on!” Bart tapped his palm with each movie he said, trying to act as if he totally didn’t enjoy any of those movies. “Look, what it comes down to is… You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just afraid. Afraid that you’d not like me anymore. In any capacity.” He couldn’t help thinking that Conner was acting particularly cute in his confusion, but he was still worried that he had somehow offended the clone to the point that he wouldn’t even be friends going forward–much less more than that.

It was awkward. Talking about this and what had happened made Bart highly uncomfortable. But he knew he had to address it at some point, and now clearly was the time to do it. It wasn’t that Conner himself made Bart feel awkward, but the idea that he could be vulnerable around someone and have that vulnerability stepped on and rejected. The anticipation made him feel itchy. Restless– both in a good and bad way. He was trying to look on the bright side now that he was staring at Conner’s vivid blue eyes– Maybe something good would come of it.

Conner tried to relax his brow, but as Bart began explaining what the slang term meant and then jumped into a rapid list of words he could assume were the names of those various movies - movies he was certain he hadn’t seen - his furrowing only deepened. “If you were afraid, then why did you kiss me to begin with?” Conner questioned bluntly, but he was genuinely trying to understand the situation. “If you were scared how I would react, why go through with it?” He let out a slow breath.

“I didn’t stop liking you.” He tried to assure the other. “It was... confusing and I don’t know if I returned the kiss properly or not before it was over, but.. I didn’t not like it. It was... nice?” It was Conner’s turn to fidget as a wave of embarrassment washed over him suddenly.

#bart #this was short -_-

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart crossed and uncrossed his arms a few times as he stood in front of the computer screen, rocking back on his heels and then forward to his toes. He couldn’t hide that he was uncomfortable, his lips pursing and his palm sliding over some of his messy auburn hair. “Yeah…” He scratched a little at the side of his freckled nose, not really feeling an itch there. The movement was restless. “Barry and Kal, yup, guess they beat us to it… Sorry. Not Kal–Superman. I don’t know him well enough to call him that, I guess. Right? No? I dunno… Anyway…"

Taking a step back, it seemed like Bart might dart off again, the red underside of his yellow boot visible as he began to head out. "So yeah, better get back to schoolwork. It’s not gonna solve itself!” With a crackle of lightning he was gone, not even giving Conner the chance to respond. A second after that, however, he would reappear in the same spot, this time wearing casual clothes instead of his uniform– jeans and red t-shirt. “OK, so, not doing that. Not due until midnight tonight anyway. Do you want to uh… hang out? You don’t havetoifyoudon'twantto but…”

Bart shoved his hands into his pockets, then took them out again an instant later. He couldn’t get comfortable, feeling like any way he stood there was weird and awkward. His gold eyes flashed as he glanced over at his friend, studying the line of his shoulders without being able to help himself.

“Sorry for not being around much lately… I’m a freezing, no-good slubt. If it makes you feel better, I uhh… missed you.” Normally, Bart would try to smile and look cute to avoid someone’s annoyance. But now he actually felt really guilty, his mood down similar to how he had been after his knee injury. The normally upbeat speedster was not able to fake a smile when he knew he could actually have really hurt Con’s feelings.

Conner simply shook his head, but didn’t offer any sort of argument to Bart calling Clark by his Kryptonian name. He couldn’t say for certain what the rules on names were, after all. When Bart commented about needing to do his homework, Conner felt his grip tighten on his forearms in his crossed-arm pose. He didn’t say anything, just listened to the sound of the air rushing to fill the space Bart had stood.He turned on his heel to move, but Bart suddenly returned in more casual clothing.

The hybrid couldn’t hide the baffled expression that crossed his face, nor the one of shock at Bart’s question. “You’re not running away again?” He questioned, but didn’t mean it as sharply as it came out. He watched the speedster fidget for a moment before he spoke - his gaze paying more attention than usual to his features: the golden eyes, the way his hair draped his facial structure. Things he never took a moment to really pay attention to beyond a passing thought.

“A...slubt...?” Conner could only furrow his brow and finally uncross his arms as he loosened up his ‘business’ stance. “I missed you too, though... I don’t understand what I did wrong.” Conner admitted with a softer frown. “I’ve only been out in the world for a handful of years, but normally kissing someone isn’t supposed to put an awkward wedge between them... is it?” He questioned.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart & Con: AWKS

It had been a week since Bart had really talked to Conner. Between fighting crime, schoolwork, and sleeping, he had managed to avoid his friend for the most part. It wasn’t that Bart was wanting to ignore what had happened– he just didn’t know how to address it. Actions had consequences–he knew that. Even if he usually chose to ignore it.

Unfortunately, the weekend would come and Bart realized he couldn’t hide forever. While he tried to think of ways to approach Conner, he would sit at the desk in his room doing homework. Half of his classes this semester were online, so he was hunched over a laptop typing in things as fast as he could. Sadly, his computer could only go so fast. The loading screen seemed to take hours, and he would smack the mouse pad over and over to try and click to the next screen. “Hurryhurryyoucandoit!” If he could go at his full speed, the homework for the entire semester would be done in moments. But he couldn’t. Stupid old-fashioned technology limiting him!

Right as Bart was about to toss the laptop across the room, the Teen Titans alarm would start to blare. Slapping the lid closed, he would immediately jump up with a cheer. “Crash! See ya later, homework. Try not to miss me while I’m gone.” In a blink he was changed into his Kid Flash uniform, his jeans and t-shirt left laid out on the bed.

After pulling his yellow eye mask on, Bart would zip out of the room and downstairs, only to stop due to the alarm going off. “Huh? Hands on his hips, he would stand in front of the elevator for a moment before zipping over to a nearby computer screen in the wall. He tapped on it to try and see what the alarm had been about– oh apparently it was cancelled due to the Justice League getting there first. Not just the Justice League, but specifically the Flash and Superman. Bart briefly considered running over there just to bug Barry, but then he sighed and threw his hands down in annoyance. “Oh come on!”

@cxnnerkxnt

Conner didn’t understand what was going on with Bart. In the hybrid’s mind, he couldn’t piece together what had been so wrong about the two of them kissing. Dick had kissed tons of people, right? And Tim kissed Stephanie a lot. Why was it wrong for them to kiss? They both had an attraction to the other. The more Conner thought about it, the more confused he got - and the more confused he got, the more frustrated he was.

He had already taken his frustrations out on three poor, defenseless sand bags in the Tower training rooms as Bart continued to avoid him throughout the week. He tried to go about his business as usual - wandering around like he didn’t know his left from his right and taking care of heroic problems whenever the need arose. Each day, he thought Bart might finally try to talk to him - or at least stay in a room for longer than a single second before darting away. Yet, he didn’t.

Conner hadn’t been terribly far down the hall when the alarm began to blare from the monitor room, and wandered to the panels to bring up the satellite imaging and geographical mappings. Just as he was pulling them up, the alarms silenced themselves and several seconds later he felt the familiar rush of wind as Bart made his arrival. The hybrid was standing with his arms crossed, looking at the monitors.

His expression was familiar - frowning and brooding as he almost always looked when his mind zeroed in on his hero duties; even as he watched the indicators display that Bart’s grandfather and his own father-of-sorts had arrived on scene before they could even leave. “Guess we’re not needed.” He grumbled slightly and finally dared to look at the speedster nearby.

He clearly wanted to say something to him, but he kept his mouth shut. What was the point in opening it if the person you wanted to talk to could leave the room before your tongue barely formed a word? Instead, he just let out a heavy breath and looked back at the monitors. “Barry and Kal have it handled.”

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Bart took a step back when Conner got up, his brow furrowing. He knew that the clone had a temper, so was wary of upsetting him, his hands going up palm out to show that he meant no harm. “I believe you, big guy, it’s just…” Bart cut off when his friend continued speaking, jaw dropping in shock. A piece of popcorn was stuck to his cheek, but he didn’t even notice as he stared down at his friend. “……….Waitwaitwait what?”

Without being able to help himself, Bart took a step back, the yellow in his eyes seeming bright for a moment before he blinked and looked down at the floor. “I……..let’s play later, I gotta go, um. Freeze it, I dunno!” Without warning Bart would suddenly disappear, gold lightning crackling on the floor where he had once stood. The TV would appear off, along with the game, and the controllers would be put away– almost too fast for Conner to see or track.

Before Con would have time to take a breath, Bart was back again. He stood in front of the clone and glared down at him, seeming annoyed, but this was more because he was embarrassed. “You, you just said… and then I was like, and it’s all…” His words were fast and made no sense, his hands waving around a bit as if trying to explain what he meant in gestures instead. Without waiting for a response from Conner, Bart would suddenly reach up to touch his friend’s face, leaning in and pressing his lips to his tightly. There was a heat to his mouth, but then an instant later he was gone, having run away again back to his room and slamming the door shut.

Conner didn’t believe Bart for a moment. If he had believed him, why had he thought he was joking around? It wasn’t until Bart entered what could only be described as a complete, spastic meltdown that Conner’s fists uncurled. He blinked, struggling to keep up with the rapid pace Bart was speaking and blinking further when the speedster vanished - shutting off the television and gaming console with him. “B--” The hybrid didn’t even get a syllable in before Bart returned.

He opened his mouth, but Bart was already rapidly gesturing and speaking once more. By the time he stopped, Conner felt the warmth of the other’s lips pressing firmly against his own. His body went rigid as he tried to process what was going on and attempted to relax himself into the kiss. Yet, it was over once more and he was left standing there alone with nothing but a completed dazed expression on his face. “Um...” he finally managed to utter.

He lifted a hand to his lips for a moment. So that was what kissing someone felt like. Honestly, it had not been a terrible experience coming from Bart. He softly licked his lips before heading back towards his own room - stripping back off the shirt and pajama bottoms he had put on as he went. Not but a handful of moments after he had closed his bedroom door did he reappear - jeans and emblem shirt donned and a furrowed brow on his face as he craned his hearing while bolting for the Tower’s balconies. He wasn’t as fast as Bart could be, but his figure blurred in his own right as he moved. Duty called again, it seemed, but he bound off to the street below with a smirking grin on his face as once again he made for the scene of the action.

#bart #can end here if we want

impulsivelykidflash:

With the popcorn gone, Bart had nothing to preoccupy his hands with. He fidgeted slightly before nodding a confirmation. His face still red, but he felt a bit more in control of himself now that his friend was covered up with pants and shirt. It made him feel guilty, though, since he knew he had no right to demand how someone dress. He relaxed when Con said he wasn’t weird, his head tilting slightly, but then his gold eyes went wide. Conner Kent thought he was hot?

“Uhhhh what?” Bart was nodding along to Con’s words but then he paused at the last thing he said. A second later he was standing, his controller on the table nearby at a speed only other Speedsters or Supers could see. He was slightly taller than the other teen, and had been for the past year when he’d hit a growth spurt.“You’re imping me, right?” He slipped into the future slang without realizing it. “Yeah, of course you are! Good one, Con.” Bart reached out after that to playfully pat his friend’s shoulder a few times, fingertips fluttering against his shirt like hummingbird wings.

Once again Conner’s brow furrowed with confusion as Bart suddenly stood up and began acting incredibly strange. He wasn’t completely certain what ‘imping’ was supposed to mean, but the patting on his shoulder led him to believe it meant something along the lines of joking with him. That made his brow furrowing deepen and he frowned at the speedster. He rose from his seat to stand with the teen once more.

“Why is that so difficult to believe?” He questioned. He knew Bart didn’t mean anything offensive by it, yet a part of him wanted to get defensive. He felt how he felt. “You find attraction in me and I find the same in you. There isn’t any sort of... imping, going on.” He stated as his frown sharpened. “I know what being attracted to someone feels like. Even if I have never really shown it. I’m not that clueless.” He remarked, the defensive part of him slipping through the cracks. He felt it towards many people in many different intensities.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

The sight of Con touching his own chest made Bart’s cheeks bloom red, and he pursed his lips again before sitting back more into the sofa as if to push himself further away from his friend. “Yes. Distracting!” He looked back at the TV so he wouldn’t be looking at Conner. He didn’t seem angry, just embarrassed, his face like a tomato. It took him a second to realize his friend had left the room, and he debated going after him, but then the Super returned.

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize. It’s my problem, not yours. Wear whatever you want. I mean, uh, if you want to. But you don’t have to. Frixx, I don’t know!” Bart lowered his legs and leaned forward on the sofa as if he were about to stand, the controller lowering to his lap. A second later he reached down to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl, the food disappearing completely in a split second as if it had never been there at all– though a second later Bart burped and wiped his hand on his own shorts instead of using a napkin. “You’re just hot, ok? So show it off if you want. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ve just been weird lately.”

Conner’s brow only furrowed at the redness in Bart’s face as the young man rambled off something about being ‘hot’ and then showing it off it wanted to. The young man hopped over the sofa again and took a seat once more, but looked at Bart instead of the game screen. “I know better than to wear whatever I want. There are expectations outside that people have about what is appropriate for clothing. We were in the Tower though and none of the female members were around, so I didn’t think it was a problem.” He said quietly, but offered a small smile.

“You think I’m attractive?” He asked with a small laughter. Conner never really thought about his looks before. He just looked how he had always looked and it was just part of who he was. The hybrid could be incredibly dense when it came to attraction, as his thoughts were usually preoccupied with crime fighting or controlling his temper over something. His smile turned into a small frown. “I don’t think you’re weird. You’re just... Bart. You’re you, just like I am me. We see the world differently than others,but it isn’t a problem.” He shrugged his shoulders. There was a small silence as Conner thought over his words. “I think you are ‘hot’ too, for what it is worth.” He offered honestly after giving it some real thought and attention, trying to make Bart feel better.

#bart

impulsivelykidflash:

Since Bart was distracted he would lose to Conner in the 4-man battle, the two CPU characters coming in 3rd and 4th. He frowned and pulled up his other knee to be up against his chest, wrapping his arms around his ankles to hold his controller in front of him. “Yeah, I know that, Con! I was just trying to give you the hint to cover up your chest, it’s distracting me. Like who the heck has pecs like that. And you don’t even work out do you.” The words were fast but Con could probably keep up, though normal humans might struggle to make sense of the blurred words.

“Ok, not that level, I hate that one.” Bart kept his gaze ahead as he flicked through the various levels, eventually choosing one and then trying to start the match. He wasn’t attempting to insult his friend with the comments about covering up, or to shame him– he was just being blunt as always by admitting that the sight of Con’s bare pecs was making him have trouble focusing!

Conner was quiet for a moment as his brain tried to process Bart’s rapid speech. While most people only heard an unintelligible rambling of sounds, for the clone it was just as if Bart was a really fast talker. Occasionally, he needed context clues to fill in a missed word, but it wasn’t too terribly fast. “Distracting..?” he repeated and looked at his chest - running a hand over it subconsciously. What did Bart mean by that - or by anything he said? Was there something wrong with the way he looked? He looked like Clark, didn’t he? Well, minus a few more Luthor traits and features to him. His brow furrowed as he was clearly trying to understand the statement. Finally, he sat his controller down and stood up.

“I’m sorry.” He stated after a small pause and walked off towards his quarters. He returned a few moments later in pajama bottoms and a simple white t-shirt. “Is this... better?” He asked as he stepped in front of Bart’s view.

#bart #great Bart you confused the poor guy

impulsivelykidflash:

“Huh? What? Oh, uh… yes. Mewtwo is a clone, created from the DNA of Mew and spliced with other pokemon DNA. It’s not an evolution of Mew, or vice versa. Its name is Myuutsuu in Japanese. Pokedex entries usually say it’s Psychic, genderless, and six and a half feet tall. Why would anybody want a pokemon that tall? Though I guess Gyrados is taller than that, but he’s like a dragon and you can ride him. Mewtwo is just a weird bipedal cat…thing. No thanks.” Bart kept his gaze ahead at the TV as he talked, seeming more interested in the game than anything else– but it was obvious that he was distracted. Despite always chowing down on food, he didn’t even reach for the snacks on the nearby coffee table, keeping himself pressed tightly back against the sofa with his knee up as if blocking himself off.

Despite being one of the fastest humans on Earth, Bart sadly had to comply with the restrictions of the human-made video game and controller. No matter how quick his reactions and fingers could move the buttons and joystick, the game could only respond so much. He also had to be careful not to press down too hard since his strength and speed could literally destroy the controller. “Aren’t you cold??”

Conner merely smiled to himself as Bart went on a small rant about the Pokemon in question. He was content enough just to hear that he had remembered correctly the other’s laboratory origins. “Hey, it’s just a little taller than me then.” He commented as Bart dismissed the creature based on its height and for just being a bipedal cat. As he selected his fighter, he shifted his position on the couch and carefully tried to command his character as the battle started. Some games were simple for him to pick up on - his brain just clicked and began analyzing the movements and combinations without him having to really think about it. A game like this, however, he was just as much at the mercy of technological limits as Bart was.

When the match had concluded and the screen returned to the character select for the next one, he blinked at Bart’s question. Looking down at himself, he lifted his gaze and gave Bart the blankest expression. “No?” The word was simple. “Temperatures don’t really bother me until they get to extreme levels. Remember?”

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Bart was looking down at his cell phone as he waited for Conner, the game on the menu and waiting for Connor to pick his character. Gold eyes flashed as he glanced over at his friend entering the room, his fingers pausing briefly from his typing. “Uh…..” Bart trailed off as he stared at the Super clone. He’d seen his teammates half-dressed plenty of times– well, the girls not as much. This was something different, though, and Bart blinked suddenly before looking at the screen, his lips pursing too fast too be seen before he gave a lazy shrug. “Yeah, Smash. Your controller is there, I already paired it. There’s popcorn but wipe your hands good or you’ll get butter on the controller and that’s my third-favorite controller. Remember, you can’t be Pikachu.”

Setting his phone aside, Bart would shift briefly where he was sitting before pulling a knee up, his foot flat on the edge of the sofa. He couldn’t help taking a glance at Con again, seeming as if he wanted to say something, but then he cleared his throat and glanced away, oddly quiet after that.

“Yeah, okay.” The hybrid could only offer a smile as he finished drying himself off and bound over the back of the sofa - landing in front of it with a small plop of his feet and falling back to seat himself upon it. He draped the towel lazily across his lap and reached for the controller Bart pointed out for him. By now, Conner had learned how to at least finely control his strength when it came to the gaming systems scattered around the Tower, and he ever-so-gently navigated through the menu of characters before stopping on one - Mewtwo of the Pokemon series.

“This one... it’s the one made in a lab too, right?” He asked with a small laughing. He tried to keep up with the pop culture bombs his teammates dropped on him over the years, but sometimes it was difficult to keep it all straight between everything else they had to worry about. When he noticed the uncharacteristic silence coming from the other, he frowned slightly and shifted to look at him. “What’s up? I didn’t think you could get this silent.”

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Bart smirked at Conner’s comment, seeming smug for a moment even as he waited impatiently for his food to be done cooking. He glanced over at the Super when he walked by with the towel, his gold eyes seeming oddly focused for a moment before he waved him off. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned his attention back to the microwave, seeming as if that were more important than his friend showering, but once COnner had left he would glance over his shoulder again in the direction of the hallway. Once the bagel bites were done cooking, Bart would take them out of the microwave before waving his hands over them, using insanely fast airflow to try and cool them off more quickly. In a matter of seconds, Bart had consumed all 24 of the tiny pizza bagels, only pausing to take a long swig of soda. Once the empty plate was staring up at him, he would immediately go to the freezer to pull out more snacks, popping them in the microwave and then taking some chips out to the common room where the sofas, chairs, and TV were.

After glancing in the direction of the hallway again, Bart would turn on the TV before setting up the videogame. Halfway through getting it set up he would change his mind and go to his room to get his Switch. After plugging things in and getting the Smash Bros screen up, he would flop down on the sofa with one leg over the armrest. When the microwave beeped he would briefly disappear from sight before reappearing on the sofa again, the heated snacks now on the coffee table in front next to the chips and sodas. “Con! Hurry up!! I’m Pikachu, you can’t play as him.”

Conner rolled his eyes as he heard Bart beckoning him to hurry up. It hadn’t even been that long yet. Shaking his head, the sound of flowing water cut off from the showers and shortly after the solid footsteps of the clone’s bare feet on the tiled floor of the hallways carried him back towards the living room - compression shorts clinging desperately to his half-dried body as the towel he was using was draped atop his head and shoulders; his hands rubbing them free of the excess water.

“Pikachu? Wait, I thought we were playing a different game?” Conner questioned, looking out from the towel like it was a hood of some sort and just shaking his head with a small laugh. He was used to plans changing impulsively around Bart.

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“Boring! Let’s hang out. I can do my homework in the morning.” Bart finished off the granola bar before crumpling up the wrapper and running away briefly to toss it in a trashcan. He appeared next to Conner a second later, brushing his palms together to get rid of any crumbs. “You and me,, Diablo 3.” Bart had just purchased the game for the X-Box they had in the common area of the Titan Tower, and liked to play with other people rather than by himself. He reached out after a moment to playfully poke Conner’s arm, obviously trying to get his attention so he would answer him faster.

“I’m a poet, and didn’t even know it. Race ya back!” He would playfully punch Con’s arm in the same place he just poked him before suddenly disappearing down the road, a streak of lightning along the pavement showing the direction he had gone in. In seconds he was back to Titan Tower and in his room, and he would take the time to input into the central computer a summary of what had been done before he would change out of his costume into casual clothes of t-shirt and khaki shorts. Running a hand through his wild auburn hair, he would go to the shared kitchen to make food again, heating up a 24-pack of bagel bites on one large plate in the microwave while he waited for Conner to show up.

Conner perked up at Bart’s offer -and arm poking - and cracked another smile at him. “You sure? Yeah, okay.” He agreed before raising an eyebrow slightly. “What game is that? Is that the one that you have to fight against one another? Or is it one of those games that involve some sort of driving mechanic that I am just... bad at?” He questioned for a moment. He didn’t see the harm in letting Bart put off his homework - it wasn’t like he couldn’t do it at superspeed. He really did need to shower and get the dirt and sweat of his tantrum washed off. It wouldn’t take him that long either, so there would be plenty of time for them to hang out.

As Bart declared a race and bolted off, Conner crouched low to begin springing through the air once more - but stopped himself and instead broke into an almost bounding-stride sort of sprinting; bolting after Bart at blinding speed, but lagging behind him by several seconds. By the time Conner arrived at the Tower, the information had already been put into the computer and thirty seconds had passed on the microwave heating up their snacks. He shook his head once he realized Bart had also changed clothes. “So fast... it’s insane.” He uttered with a small laugh. The clone wandered off down a hallway to his room, strolling back after a few moments with a towel over his shoulder. “Be done soon.” He called out as he rounded the corner towards the Tower’s showers.

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