metropolis kid

have you ever had a daydream leak into your day ?? have you ever had a nightmare bigger than everybody ?? have you ever had a thought that you know won't go away. HAVE YOU EVER HAD A NIGHTMARE ??

[damnedsuper]

vcngcanc:

modecrasher:

BART slows, looking up at kon. he’s tired they’ve been at this for hours. bart has no idea how long it’s been but – he doesn’t want to stop. can see it on kon’s face how important this is and would keep going forever if he had too. 

but then again, he doesn’t know the last time he’s eaten and as someone who eats a minimum of eight meals a day – he’s starving. “maybe for a few minutes? i think i need to recharge with some food.” 

val is here because of kon. it’s that fucking simple. she’s not here out of the goodness of her heart. or because she cares so much about lois lane. or because metropolis is on the brink of some kind of awful something that even her dead nerves can feel. she’s here for kon. and she can see on his face, in the tension of his shoulders, how badly he needs her there. bart, too. 

and when she looks up at him, she knows they need this break. him and bart. probably her, too, but her body’s past the point of trying to alert her to when she pushes too hard. a small nod, brushing her bangs from her eyes. “pizza?” quick, easy calories. 

kon lets himself come to the ground, and there’s a burst of red as his feet touch the pavement.  “yeah, pizza’s good -- ” he agrees, but then he stops.  he can’t place what it is, but he hears something.  high in the air, far from here.  it sounds -- kon can’t place it, but he tries to refocus on the conversation at hand because he’s probably just imagining things.  kon’s exhausted too, after all.  and just as he’s taking another step, he feels something through the ground.  a crack or a vibration, something.  deep in the heart of metropolis, kon thinks he sees something, too, even this far away.  

after that, it’s like time slows down because he can barely put together what’s happening even as he sees it.  “ bart -- ” is the first thing out of his mouth, because he can’t get to bart in time; he’s too far away.  but he acts on instinct, reaches for val and turns so his body’s between her and whatever the hell is coming at them.

[damnedsuper]

ft. flcsh:

grief was sometimes real funny. it came in waves, like aftershocks, only each one felt just as powerful as the first and it wasn’t fair, but nothing was, and he’d run the scenarios in his head over and over and over again every second analyzed every moment checked. and he could fix this, he could fix this, but his lessons learned the first time around were too fresh in his head and he couldn’t admit that he was too scared to fix it so he did—nothing. “can i help you?” 

“ i -- ” kon doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to say it.  his visit here is long overdue, but when it comes down to it, kon’s never known barry well.  but -- but bart is gone, and if kon didn’t come then who would ??  he swallows around the lump in his throat and holds bart’s carefully folded costume out between them, like its some sort of flag.  “ he had an extra. ”  and it belongs with his family.  kons eyes burn again, overwhelmed by tears he thought he shed the last of already.

[wonderstrevors]

Kents don’t hide when we can make a difference. Kents don’t stan by when people are hurting. Kon-El in Injustice #44

[damnedsuper]

     kon needs the company, admittedly.  he’s never going to admit that he can’t do this alone, but he can’t.  futile attempt after fruitless endeavor, if kon keeps looking alone, he’s going to drive himself crazy.  so -- you know, he needs val and bart here.  they give him hope, lift the exhaustion from his shoulders as they tear through metropolis in search. 

      kon raises his voice so they can hear him on the ground.  “ we can take a break, ” he offers.  they probably need to eat, right ??  and, honestly ??  kon’s starting to think if he doesn’t stop for just a minute or two he might drop right out of the sky.   

            @modecrasher, @vcngcanc

[damnedsuper]

text : tim & kon

tim: i can keep the team here and come your way if you want.

tim: i'm not quite batman, but y'know.

kon: nah, baby. it's okay.

kon: you're way better than batman, by the way. just keep the team afloat.

[damnedsuper]

text : tim & kon

tim: we're fine, babe. i promise. all smooth sailing.

tim: how are things looking for you?

kon: okay, just let me know if that changes?

kon: it's...really frustrating. got half a dozen people with a billion superpowers out looking for one person, and we can't find her?

kon: it's not good, tim.

[damnedsuper]

ft. gothamsrxdhood:

“I don’t give a damn what you want, let’s get that straight.” Jason doesn’t have time for one of Drake’s junior Justice whatever getting in his way, he should be in Metropolis actually making himself useful and leave the Joker and Gotham to the people who know it, instead he’s here throwing a tantrum right in Jason’s way. “But we’re looking for the same thing, more than likely in the same damn place. I know the Joker and you know your friend, so let’s save the dick measuring for another day, and maybe we can get something done.” The kid gets his mom or whatever back, Jason drops the Joker into the lowest level of hell. Win Win. 

“You have X-Ray right? I need to know what’s in that building.” 

ha !!  kon thinks it’s real fucking cute that jason can dish it out but clearly can’t take it.  superboy wants to remind mr. red hood that he started the threats; he brought on the bullshit.  jason doesn’t get to play level-headed leader now, because kon isn’t here to help him; he’s here to find someone he cares about.  jason started the dick-measuring and then got cold feet when kon’s was bigger, simple as that.  “ yeah, i can, but -- ” he cocks his head so he can listen properly to what’s going on.  “ -- what i’m looking for isn’t in there, so there’s no need to.  good luck, dick-for-brains.  next time, i’d say, ya know, don’t threaten somebody before you say hello, then they might help you, huh ?? ” 

[damnedsuper]

ft. gothamsrxdhood:

Jason’s lost track of how long he’s been out searching–it doesn’t matter when it’s the Joker, it doesn’t matter that Jason’s given up killing. The Joker has always been the exception, and he’ll keep going until either he’s dead or the clown is. 

The warehouse he’s been watching for–however long it’s been–is finally starting to show some signs of activity and he wheels around, only to be presented with a body in front of him. “The son of a bitch had better hope I’m not the one who finds him,” He says through gritted teeth, his hands twitching towards his guns. “I’m not letting anyone else die because we let this murderer walk free, now either get out of my way or I will make you.” 

“ oh, man.  uh -- kiss my fucking ass. ”  kon doesn’t care about the joker; he cares about lois.  most of his search has lead him back to metropolis, but there are occasional cold trails that send him out on wild goose chases.  it’s uncanny how hard she is to find, and he hates it.  he’s not superman, but even superman can’t be in two places at once.  that’s what superboy && supergirl are for, right ??  it’s been a nonstop, all-out panic for kon, and the last thing he wants is edgelord mcfuckface threatening him for no fucking reason.  “ first -- you lay a hand on me ever and i’ll break six bones in your body, at least.  second -- you kill the joker before we find out where my friend is, and i’ll break ten.  you understand me ?? ”

[damnedsuper]

text : tim & kon

kon: hey. is everything okay on your end?

kon: you guys are doing okay, right? i can come back if i need to, just say the word.

[damnedsuper]

ft. teddork:

“IS IT SUPPOSED TO LOOK like that?” the question slips out of his mouth before he can stop it– maybe it was none of his business but he was curious. his head tilts slightly, brows furrowing and he waits a beat before, “i’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to look like that.” 

“ what do you know, man ?? ”  kon demands, despite the fact that ted is absolutely, totally right.  it’s not supposed to look like that.  kon’s going to blame the shotty stitches in his jacket on his too-large hands.  “ ma never taught me, she just fixed it when something happened. ”

[damnedsuper]

ft. bcbybct:

@damnedsuper

“CLONE.” damian greets as he walks past kon, before he backs up slightly. this was his tower – why was the clone even here? “don’t you have your own place to go?” 

    “ don’t worry about it, ” kon suggests, taking a fistful of pretzels right from the bag and shoving them in his mouth one by one.  “ i have plenty of places to go, yeah.  but i figure i’d check out the digs.  you know, so y.j. can make sure all our stuff is better. ”

[damnedsuper]

ft. modecrasher:

“GOOD, never forget that.” bart tells him sternly before, smiling slinging his own arm around kon’s waist. he is unsure how he got to be so lucky to come back to a time where he met the greatest people he knows. “maybe they’ll give us a special deal about buy five get five free.” he offered, “girls?” he asks as if he’d never heard of them. “did tim turn into one?” 

--

     kon puts a hand to his chest, like he’s incredibly offended at the very notion.  which he kind of is, actually.  “ don’t joke about that.  do you have any idea how heartbroken i would be ??  no, tim’s still a boy, but you like girls, and i’m trying to be a good pal. ”

[damnedsuper]

ft. tcra:

“OH.” her eyebrows pull together, “a clone, huh? i really missed a lot.” she mutters the last part mainly to herself. “alright, that honestly isn’t even that surprising. it’s lovely to meet you, clark’s half clone.” 

-- 

    kon lights up a little, smiling.  “ i know what that’s like.  i died once, too. ”  he hates saying it so cavalier, like it’s nothing.  like each moment of it wasn’t a horrifying nightmare.  probably was for her, too.  “ you’ll catch up pretty quick.  thing’s don’t change that much. ”

[twinkothydrake]

conner kent, everyone

[polmcarts]

@misha-berry

obviously both cause they are truly bffs

[damnedsuper]

ft. cheeseitted:

“WHAT? no way! i’m not that old. i’m only in my thirties, if anyone’s old it’s – it’s batman!” he’s never been more offended in his life. he’s not old he’s young and hot and not OLD. boosters eyes scan up and down kon, and it does seem like he’s okay. despite what he’s saying, but can he really judge? he can’t. so instead he will offer food. he’s good at that. (ted’s stomach can confirm that, haha.) “good! i can make nutella ones, or chocolate chip. i even have one of those things that makes it in the shape of my logo.” he points at the star on his chest, “merch is a good asset.” he flies until landing on the balcony and opening up the door, “after you, kiddo.” 

“ oh, yeah !!  my merch sales went through the roof when i bit it, ” kon says too casually.  there’s a vivid memory of getting into a fight with some punk on the street wearing his jacket and telling him that the genuine artifact was of cheap quality.  dick.  he actually has no idea who made money on that one, cuz it sure as hell wasn’t him.  probably lex luthor.  technically, superboy is trademarked.  kon nods along as he walks inside, glancing at everything.  “ i love nutella.  i didn’t know waffles could come in nutella flavor. ”

[damnedsuper]

ft. modecrasher:

BART eventually pulls back, looking at kon with a smile. “hey, it’s okay. if roles were reversed? you know i’d be threatening to kick your ass outta fear of you being hurt,” he nudges kon’s side softly, “best buddy.” he teases before his eyes widen. “pizza! i want fifteen pizzas, then we should get six sundaes. but yeah, i could eat. i’m sort of hungry.” 

“ yeah, i know you would. ”  and bart definitely has before.  kon sighs and slings an arm around bart’s shoulders and half drags him along.  “ fifteen pizzas, then.  i could probably eat ten of them; they’re gonna love us there. ”  truthfully, kon taps out at about one full pizza, but he doesn’t doubt how many bart can put away.  “ we got things to talk about anyway.  girls, ” kon says, trying not to snicker.