Another Teenage Hero

Independent / Selective Superboy

[ilietobatman-blog]

    “Listen, hot stuff, if I was gonna lie to you, I’d do a damn good job at     it. I wouldn’t just deny not taking your junk. And I don’t know who’s job     it was. We thieves don’t all keep tabs on each other.” He let his flirtatious     smirk drop and return to a scowl. “Now go pick on someone else.”

[kryptonianboy]

          You had to be kidding him. Like, Joker kidding him. This was definitely not           what he was expecting to happen tonight-- honestly where was Bruce? Or          Clark for that matter? They had left him in charge of some stupid little store          with this kid (albeit they sort of knew each other-- this definitely wasn't their          first meeting) and absolutely no leads on where to go from here. He was          dead set on the fact that Stray had taken the jewels-- he's Catwoman's          sidekick or whatever. Doesn't she know everyone? 

           "Not happening. You're gonna help me find whoever took 'em            whether you like it or not." 

[fromrobintored-blog]

Breaking the Bird

[ilietobatman-blog]

    The word struck a chord with Tim. It was the first time he’d heard it     sincerely from Kon (or what he took as sincerity). For that, he didn’t     demand Kon back away or leave him alone. In fact, he felt safe with     the Luthor compared to what he’d just been through. Kon apologizing     for Tim being taken away put the inkling in the vigilante’s head that he     really did care, in some small way. And the touch… Tim yearned for     that kindness he’d missed for so long.

    “Numb,” he answered. The honesty came without a second thought,     almost like obedience. Some coherent part of his mind that wasn’t     mastered by the drugs yet insisted he ask what they were. “Wh-what     did you give me?”

[kryptonianboy]

          This was like magic. Kon honestly hadn't been expecting this to           happen so fast-- he had been expecting it to be a load of bullshit           that poured out of his father's mouth when he had told him about           trying to gain Tim's trust. Maybe it was the drugs they had given           him, but it just kept amazing him every single second that he           couldn't stop thinking about it. He never thought that Tim would           ever trust him enough to let him stroke his face, or run his hand           through his hair as he's doing now. Not after what had happened           in the cell a few days ago, but here he was, doing exactly that. 

          "I don't know what exactly," he says, and it's the truth. He           didn't know all the drugs that were pumping into Tim's veins           right now. Only a few that he could read off the chart at the end           of the bed. "I know there's morphine in there somewhere,           though." 

[kryptonianboy]

How has your relationship with Clark changed over time? Are you two more comfortable as "dad" and "son" now?

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          “I wouldn’t really say that much.” It’s not quite where          he wanted it, but it was getting somewhere. “We’ve           worked out a lot more than I would have expected, but          it’s not quite to the point where it’s easy to be closer           than brothers despite actually not being the textbook           definition of a clone and more the definition of a           biologically engineered son.”  

[kryptonianboy]

-comes to cuddle with conner out of sheer defiance-

           Becomes the utter pouty baby because the            assholes are out to get their relationship for            the hundredth time.

[kryptonianboy]

But what if you finally lose your patience? What if he gets himself killed out there? What if he decides to break it off?

          “If I was gonna lose my patience with him, I would have           stopped being friends with him a long time ago.” he says,          jaw setting hard. Tim has been his longest friend-- his best           friend as well as his boyfriend. They were closer than he           and Cassie had ever been-- hell, closer than he and Clark           were. “I’m not going to let him get his ass killed out there,           either, so that’s out of the question.” And he really didn’t           want to think about what they had being broken off. It was a           stone he hoped would never have to be turned. 

[kryptonianboy]

So you and Tim: how long is it gonna last?

meme || accepting

          “Honestly? I’m hoping for a real long time.” 

[retrosathanas]

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[anotherrpmemeblog]

Question my muse about their relationships!

Whether it’s in canon, or whether it’s a reference to their relationship with another muse, just ask them!

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meme; things I like to know about rp partners

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              FILL IN: 

I like to be called: Kanky My favorite color is: Red Gender:  sure One thing you should know about me:  I like to read ??? im not a very interesting person honest. The most interesting part of me is Ro, she’s like, the fun one and i am the boring blob child who just screams into the void and watches teen wolf One you should know about my muse:  he’s a huge fucking loser lmao like def uses humor to cover up awkward situations First language: English. I live in: Texas and i can’t wait to get the hell outta here 

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Age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+ Am I okay with NSFW? Yes | No | Sometimes | if it’s the bloody kind My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | other  OC friendly?: Yes | No | Depends RP blog: ( does | doesn’t ) contain OOC posts.

[kryptonianboy]

}}Someone come fight me

[kryptonianboy]

@arkhamtoknight

          This arrangement was less than favorable for the both of them. Conner           couldn't stand so much as being within ten feet of Jason and he was pretty           sure the feeling was mutual. If anything, Conner found Jason to be bossy            and annoying as hell and all they've ever done is argue. He couldn't even           fathom why setting them up to work on a project together was even a           thought that had crossed their english teacher's mind. She probably thought           that if they worked together, they'd magically start to get along which was           not going to happen. No matter how many people kept pushing them to just           "get along" and "be kind to one another". 

          They had ended up having to do this at Conner's house too ( great, am I           right? ) and he was doubly displeased. Especially as he slings his bag           onto the floor, heading for the kitchen table with their supplies in hand. He           sets the blank poster down on the table along with the bag of markers and           pens and other art supplies they would be needing to create some stupid           book poster. 

          "This is bullshit. And you owe me since I bought all the art crap." he           grumbles, pulling out a chair to sit down so they could get to work. 

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[kryptonianboy]

}}If any of you nerds have hedgehogs, you will know the pain and insanity that comes with clipping nails because i honestly want to pull my hair out rn. 

[spewd]

[27azi]

satisfying my needs 

[nevolition]

“–Babe?”

(This world’s Superboy forgot to mention a few things:

That Robin wasn’t Robin, but Catlad, Stray, Pawsy.

And that, oh, they were dating. Like, seriously.)

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@kryptonianboy

it’s been so long since he’s seen kon– in front of him– living, breathing, real. he doesn’t know if he can handle it. he’d only just started to really get over him– to let him go. mourned & lost– fondly remembered but in a place beyond him where tim couldn’t reach. tim hoped that if heaven had existed– kon was there. ( probably flirting with big busted angels, if his best friend had his way of the afterlife. ) but now he’s— not dead. not at all & it’s not that tim isn’t happy about that. he’s delighted.

     this world is a better place with superboy in it. but it also means– owning up to certain things. emotional choices made in the crushing shadows of grief that had made it feel at first– that the sun had gone out of the world completely. 

( he’d been even more brooding than bruce, those first terrible months. )

it hadn’t just been the loss of kon. it’d been kon that was the straw that broke him, already crumbling from the deaths of his father & stepmother & steph & for a short time bruce as well. & then kon. the last thing he could bear, the that had broken him. 

      tim is selfish conscious about being broken. he knows he’s a human in a meta-human game. being broken is such a– a human trait. a vulnerable one. you can’t just be human & keep pace with the both the good & bad guys. you needed to be better, it’s what bruce had always taught him.

he looks up at him, set against the dark rainy sky of a gotham night…he’s pretty much the brightest star that tim could hope for. the only one that he wants to see. & as happy as he is to see him– tim wants to bolt. to run away from this. go home, home to his son. to the best thing he’d taken from the wreckage that had been his life. a precious seed of something that’d kept tim going even when he’d wanted to just stop. to let go. he’s got the cowl on…needs it for the moment. the barrier it provides…no matter how slight it is. 

“ hey kon. you look– “ he looks good, he looks like the best dreams that tim has that hurt more than the nightmares for a while because he’d always awoken to the cold knowledge that they weren’t real.

       “–you look just like i remember. “ he finally says, smile small– but genuine. 

[kryptonianboy]

          Being dead -- well okay, not really dead -- was weird. The initial process           had been pretty damn painful ( a word a Kryptonian doesn't use lightly,           mind you ) but he'd been able to save the day for someone else, to end           another from being absolutely demolished. It was kind of a wild ride and           for the most part, Conner had enjoyed it, but he missed home. He missed           everything about home-- Ma and Pa, Clark, Kara, Cassie, but who he           missed the most was Tim. His best friend in the entire world. 

          Tim had been through everything with him, everything and even more.            As far back as he could remember, back to Hawaii and when he first           started out as a hero, Tim had been there. He'd been there when they           made their first group -- Young Justice ( some pretty wild days, those           were. Often times Conner looks back at them with very fond memories )           and when they had upgraded to the Titans. And then there was all the           terrible shit that had happened within the Titans, like the time Lex Luthor           took over his brain and tried to get him to kill all of his friends? Yeah,           good times. Although, Tim was still there for him through that and his           struggles of trying to figure out of his path would remain good or turn           twisted and evil. 

          When he'd come back, the only thing he could think about was going to           see Tim. Gotham city might be dank and dreary with the smog and the           rain, but he ended up here first, following the sound of Tim's heartbeat.           He always listened to his heartbeat like a radio station that he never           turned off. It had become habit to seek out the familiar sound and it was           no surprise that it happened automatically. He had come straight to the           source of that steady thump-thump-thump. 

          A grin takes no hesitation in spreading over his face as he can obviously           see Tim's surprise. The slight smile on his lips? He was thrilled. Tim           never broke his broody persona ( that honestly started to leak into his           personalty outside the costume ) he kept up, so it was a huge thing for           him to be smiling, even if it were just a little. The Super floats closer           until his feet touch the concrete of the rooftop with a gentle taptap. 

          "Well, I wasn't gone that long, don't expect me to age twenty years           overnight." He snorts in response, the grin never leaving his lips. He           honestly wasn't quite sure how long he really had been gone-- time had           been totally different where he had been.