Project Kr - "Superboy"

Conner Kent | Kon-El | Superboy | Closed Blog

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“You bet ow.” Tim deadpanned back, “Just remember; even if I can’t slug you in the gut I can always destroy you psychologically.” Tim said it with a smile on his face taking pretty much all threat out of the equation. “Superman does a lot of good, but so do you.” he said gently, “I need you, so do the rest of the Titans. Stop comparing yourself to him and just be you.” Tim had learned the hard way he could never be Bruce after all, just embody his ideals as best he could.   

Conner sighed. “Hard not to compare myself to him when I was meant to be him eventually.” He remarked, “I’ll try though... I’ve been trying since you and the others found me; so I’ll keep trying.” He nodded and returned a genuine, lingering smile to the male. “So, what do we want to do now?” He asked. 

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“I still think you’re hiding some juicy tidbits from me and I don’t appreciate it.” She crossed her legs casually, twisting her body in her chair so she could prop her elbow up on the table and rest her cheek against her knuckles. “Okay as I can be. I’m still writing, but most of it’s under a nom de plume now. Unpaid.” She scowled. 

“What? There’s nothing to hide. All I do is wander the town, try to not get in too much trouble, and hang around with Tim.” Conner remarked back at her as he ate a few more bites and listened to her. “A pen name, huh?” Conner remarked, automatically translating the french without really thinking about it too much. “That sucks. Why keep writing if you aren’t getting paid for it?” He asked.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“Well, you’d be fine and I’d likely have a hurt hand but be secure in the knowledge that my slightly experimental sparring room hasn’t irreparably ruined the Superboy the world knows and needs.” he rattled off logically and easily. And he kept that facade going… until Conner’s attempt at a joke. He paused and looked up at him, eyebrows rising before slowly and deliberately he raised a hand and smacked Conner on the back of the head as a grin tugged at his lips, “That was an awful joke and I shall not laugh… regardless of how much I want to.” 

Conner feigned vulnerability and muttered an ‘ow’ when Tim struck his head, but just chuckled slightly. “Hey, it’s true!” He replied before raising a brow as the other statements registered. “The Superboy the world knows and needs, huh? Haven’t seen much need for me, what with Kal running around doing whatever the hell he’s doing and everyone else. I only go out because I get tired of sitting on my hands.” He said.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“Really? Are you sure? Because I am not above slugging you in the gut to double-check you’re not lying.” he said, a small grin on his face. Still, the skin looked flawless, not marks or scrapes, not even any redness that could become something later on. He looked up at Con’s question, thinking for a few moments before a sadder expression took over his face before he could school it away, “Nothing too interesting. I did a little vigilante stalking, took way too many photographs.” he explained aiming to try and be a little lighter with it. 

“You’d only hurt yourself doing that now, Tim. Then where would we be?” Conner remarked with a simple shake of his head. He surveyed the changes in Tim’s facial expressions before listening to what he had to say. It was clear that talking about it was kind of uncomfortable for the other. “Well,” Conner said before attempting to lighten the mood himself, “At least you weren’t in a test tube?” He said. Okay, maybe his humor needed more work than his social skills.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“To be fair, I had plenty of years before getting into the Robin costume,” he said with a smirk of his own, “I managed to build my social skills elsewhere.” While not the butterfly Dick was, he managed okay. Tim sat up when he heard the door open and grinned at Con, eyes again flicking briefly over his exposed torso and back, “Your hair’s a mess.” he said lightly, “How’s your body though, any lasting effects from the training room?” he asked, stepping up and off the bed to look a little more closely, “Any bruises or shortness of breath?” 

Conner watched Tim walked over, but didn’t pay any mind to it, instead turning his attention to look over himself. “I feel fine?” He questioned, not sure if that was the answer Tim was looking for or not. “Everything’s healed up. Any bruising I might of had is gone and I don’t feel tired anymore.” He said with a small roll of his shoulders as he looked back at Tim. “What did you do?” He asked  suddenly. “I mean, before the Robin gig. I know we’ve talked about it some, but I don’t remember much.” He admitted.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Tim turned to face him and smiled, “And that’s great, trust me you’re doing better than some other’s around here.” Being diplomatic he wasn’t about to name names but a certain co-leader and Magi came to mind. “Should be good to go then. I’ll wait here,” Tim laid down on the bed arms resting behind his head and contemplated having a small doze; he knew he was safe here, between the location and his friend in the next room. It was nice; he always felt safe around Conner.  

“Right,” Conner remarked with a soft roll of his eyes. “Though I guess a comment on how anti-social someone is or is not -- from a Bat Family member -- is a pretty good indication.” He smirked before he ducked into the bathroom. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t be too long. About fifteen minutes later, the door opened again and Conner stepped out, tugging the waistband of his shorts with one hand and messily tousling his semi-wet hair with the other.  

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Conner hadn’t been expecting a random woman to come running up to him, but as she spoke he could only raise an eyebrow at her dilemma and cast a gaze at the animal in her arms. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked before shaking his head and pointing down the alley. “Come on, we can cut through here.” He said. He led her a little ways down to a small storage shack, opening the lock and sliding the door up to reveal a motorbike inside. His bike had been one of the few things he had that he enjoyed tinkering with in his spare time and he had finally managed to get hold of one again. 

Darcy was about to answer before the dude took charge and corralled them down an ally towards a shack that she briefly thought was often seen in the first five minutes of a CSI episode… Crap. What if this guy was some kinda nut? She really didn’t wanna get chopped up; who’d look after the dog then!? As it was, it was just a shed with a kickass bike in it, “Nice wheels.” she said with a grin, before feeling the dog shift and looked down, “Some assholes thought this little pupper was a mutant, they were day-drunk in the worst way and, well…” she lifted a hand to show a nasty gash in the dog’s side, “I tased one of’em, scooped the little guy up and legged it to here.” 

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Conner let out a growl as Darcy explained and revealed the dog's injury. Digging the key from his pocket to start up the bike, he gave her a serious look. "Afterwards, you show me where these drunks are and I will teach them a lesson " he stated, nodding for her to climb on.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Conner chuckled and shook his head some at the idea, but continued walking down the hallway. “Yeah, I think I remember. I kind of chose one away from most of the other team.” He said. Of course he’d been next to Tim, but he and the male had gotten along pretty easily from the beginning. Conner took a turn into another hallway before coming to a halt outside the room door. “I think this is it?” He asked as he pushed a few buttons on the keypad outside.

“Yea,” Tim turned to Conner with a raised brow, “Your social skills could do with a little work, there are other ways to bond with teammates besides sparring with them you know, myself included.” Half the time he’d felt as though he were bridging a gap on his friend’s behalf. Tim poked his head in the room as the door opened and nodded, “Looks about right, if you’ve got stuff in the draws you might as well just shower in here, I can wait for you on the bed.” he thumbed in the direction of the large bed in the room.   

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Conner frowned as they stepped in the room. "I know I am not the most social person. I've been working on it." He spoke quietly before checking the drawers for everything he needed. "Yeah, looks like we got plenty here." He stated as he grabbed a pair of black compression boxers and made his way into the adjoining bathroom. "Won't be long." He stated before shutting the door.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“Oh I dunno,” Tim smirked a little, trying to lighten the situation, “I’m sure several members wouldn’t object to the view.” he said, walking down the hall beside Conner, “You remember where your room is?” Tim was pretty sure they were next to each other but since he’d gotten his own place in the city he didn’t really both using his Titan’s room unless he needed to lay low or get some work done he didn’t feel safe doing in his apartment.

Conner chuckled and shook his head some at the idea, but continued walking down the hallway. “Yeah, I think I remember. I kind of chose one away from most of the other team.” He said. Of course he’d been next to Tim, but he and the male had gotten along pretty easily from the beginning. Conner took a turn into another hallway before coming to a halt outside the room door. “I think this is it?” He asked as he pushed a few buttons on the keypad outside.

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Conner was having to change his attire when he went out into the city these days; and he wasn’t enjoying it. He’d opted for a brown leather jacket tossed over his usual black and blue jeans, with a pair of shades to help conceal his facial features. He’d noticed the male walking down the road and quickened his step to catch up. He didn’t know Dick that well, but he knew him well enough to point him out of a crowd of people. “Grayson.” He said quietly in greeting as he stepped up.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Tim raised an eyebrow at Conner’s choice of words, “Con, I was trained by Batman, trust me, I’ve been snapped at a lot worse.” In many different ways, several times over. Con getting a little frustrated was barely registering. “I have been known to have a few good ideas every now and then.” he chuckled a little, turning back to see Con now shirtless and his gaze flicking from a moment to his bare chest and back up again, “Hmm? Uh I’m not sure, I’ve been away a little while. We could go check? Probably smart to do before you shower.”

Conner could only shake his head as Tim tried to brush off his outbursts like they were nothing. He knew Tim had been raised up difficultly under Bruce, but it still didn’t sit right with him. “Yeah, probably a good idea to check. I don’t need to be strolling through the headquarters with just a towel on.” He remarked with a tiny smile as he made his way down the hallway towards the room he’d claimed as his own. 

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Tim nodded, he understood, really he did; Con’s powers had been his go too, well, all his life, taking that away and trying to change so much of his fighting style wasn’t going to happen overnight. “It’s okay.” he smiled softly, “Hopefully, you’ll want to try again and each time it’ll get a little easier. Baby steps, right?” Getting him in that mentality could hopefully do them more favours than not.

“This city… Right now it’s giving Gotham a run for its money.” And that was saying something, “It’ll be hard, but you’ve got the team, and me, we’re all here to try and keep each other in check.” And it was a lot harder with some than with others. “A cold shower?” he cocked his head slightly, “Wouldn’t a hot one work better to soothe your muscles?” Tim asked, walking out of the room and holding the door open, “No worries though, I’ll just do a little research while I wait.”

Conner let out a quiet sigh and nodded. “Yeah. Baby steps and all that...” He spoke as he fidgeted some and paced over to Tim. “I know, but I don’t want to keep snapping at you...” He stated, “Or anyone.” He quickly added and gave a nod at Tim’s words. “Hot shower... yeah you’re probably right.” He said and made his way towards the door; peeling his shirt off as he went. “Oh.” He stopped and turned back around, draping the shirt over his shoulder. “Did we get most of my clothes transferred over?” He asked.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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This wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped; Con was getting way too frustrated with himself and being forced down to Tim’s power level likely wasn’t helping matters. He watched with worry plain on his face as Conner groaned and didn’t even bother getting to his feet. “That’s… not the best answer, but at least it was honest.” And if Tim was being honest it was likely a much longer list than that his friend needed to work on but he wasn’t about to tell him that, it would only cause more problems or turn Conner off the idea of training altogether.

“No!” he said sharply, “You’re just not trained in hand-to-hand combat Con, I’ve been doing this for years, you’ve never had a need to; stop expecting yourself to be so perfect right away.” He sighed as he walked over to the pad in the wall and input the code again, locking away the kryptonite, “You’ll feel better more quickly if we leave the room.” Tim told him, “You want a towel?” he asked, nodding to where he’d wiped some sweat away, Tim hadn’t built any up since he’d not been trying too hard, “Or we could just go relax in the common room? Or my place? Whatever you prefer?” He didn’t want Con going off beating himself up over this.  

Conner let out a slow sigh and a loud groan followed -- but one aimed at himself. “I’m sorry, Tim.” He uttered. “I’m just.. not used to feeling powerless and not being able to handle myself.” He spoke quietly. He didn’t want Tim to think that he didn’t appreciate the effort he went into designing the training room and implementing a Kryptonite field to help make the training more meaningful. It was a kind gesture. 

“I’ve been trying to get better with my anger issues... but this City seems to have sucked any progress on that out of me.” He continued with a frown as he clenched and uncurled his fists, feeling the radiation slowly dissipating. “I... am going to take a cold shower. I can meet you in the common room after?” He offered, looking at the young male now.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“Con,” Tim said softly, “Don’t get so worked up, it’s just me.” he paused a moment, “I’ve been doing this a long time now, it’s only natural I’d be better.” With his full power odds were Tim would be pushed to his limits by Con in a minute, if not two. Like this the odds were switched heavily in his favour. With no powers as such Tim had his body and his brain to fall back, so he’d trained both to within an inch of their lives to give him every chance he had. It worried him how much so of the other Titan’s relied on their powers, there was almost someone out there who could mess with them, and where would they be then?

“Maybe you should consider trying to use them more? Your legs are probably stronger than your arms.” he waited a moment before responding, “Because we’re trying to train you in attacking right now. If you have to worry about defending my attacks your won’t be able to focus on what you want to improve.” That and he’d likely flatten Con in moment if he tried. “Plus, I’m not oiled up, I’m naturally slippery.” he said lightly. Tim saw the move coming and held his hands out, letting Con tackle him to the ground and curling his legs in, putting his feet on Con’s stomach and shoving hard, between that and his own momentum it was enough to send Con flipped right over him. Tim swung his feet down again and sprung back to his feet, “Con, please tell me you knew that wouldn’t work?” he asked, looking back with concern.  

Conner let out a pained grunt as TIm planted his feet into his stomach and kicked off, following it with another groan as he landed on his back from the flip. The male just laid there, trying to mask his panting breaths and grunting to himself as he shrugged off the pain. It was minor, but he felt it more prominently. Maybe he was just making himself feel it more than usual. At Tim’s concerned look and words, Conner tilted his head just enough to look at him. “Maybe...” He huffed out as he finally climbed to his feet. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t hope it would somehow...”

“So I have like five things to work on all at once. Essentially, I’m crap without my powers.” Conner stated, shaking his head. He wiped his brow, clearing away beads of sweat that had built up as he exerted himself and continued to get riled up -- and maintained his composure in the presence of the Kryptonite radiation. “No more today.” He finally uttered. “I’ve got too much to focus on all at once and I’m only getting frustrated right now... we’ll pick up training some other time.” He shook his head.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Tim didn’t expand on what he’d said, often it was a case of a person continuing as they were and half-figuring it out for themselves with practice, him making small adjustments to try and narrow down the moves he was pulling off. He didn’t react to Con’s less than elegant fall to the ground, “Remember, your range is so much less right now, don’t try and push yourself too hard.” Starting a little smaller would likely help him more, trying to fight now like he usually did wouldn’t help.

Tim let Con come at him and twisted his upper body, left, right and down, barely taking a step back but still avoiding the hits the other threw, barely. His arms came up and again just pushed Con’s hands to the side and away rather that retaliating, “It’s an advantage he doesn’t have Con, he couldn’t do what you’re doing now.” Tim smiled, “And most enemies wouldn’t expect you to be able to do this either, it’s a strength that’s all you.” he shoved the other’s broad chest as he spoke those words and flipped back, making a little more space once again. “Your punches are better than your kicks.” 

Conner listened as Tim spoke, letting out an irritated grunt when his hands we swatted aside. When the shove against his chest came, the hybrid tried to keep his balance but ultimately fell back onto the ground and glared up at Tim flipping away again. Letting out an angry growl, Conner slammed his fist towards the ground as he usually did -- but stopped himself a couple of inches from impact. That probably was not the best idea when he didn’t have his abilities. Standing back up, he took a moment to catch his breath -- the feeling of being slightly winded and tired much more prominent to him than he ever felt before.

“I’m not usually using the legs for combat. I punch; I grapple; I tackle... I use my legs for jumping around or running.” He stated and shook his head. “Why aren’t you fighting back...? Just avoiding me like some oiled up animal...” He grumbled at him. Once more, Conner was barreling at Tim. This time, however, he sprang through the air at him in an attempt to pin him. Conner was getting frustrated -- as he was often apt to do -- and it was showing in his movements; harsh and spurred by impulse rather than tactics.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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Tim’s mouth grew tight at Connor’s grimace, “Are you sure? We can try to find another way if it’s too much?” Though honestly this made the most logical sense; it was just hard putting his friend through it even if it’d make him a much more capable fighter. “Okay.” He nodded, watching carefully for any sign of too much weakness; it seemed his calculations had worked out correctly though, Conner looked steady, if a bit uncomfortable. Hell, sometimes that just made you work harder.

That small smirk remained on Tim’s face as Conner stepped up to the challenge. His friend was telegraphing his moves before he’d even stumbled a little and as he swung his leg out Tim swiftly ducked down, reaching a hand up he pushed the back of Conner’s leg, using his own momentum against him to see if he could spin him out of balance while he lent forward, reaching out with his other arm to balance and handspring himself over, turning mid-movement to land facing the other. “You’re telegraphing too much Con, that works when your kick’ll break a wall and shockwave out but not when I can just doge slightly away.” he told him, voice calm and analytical as he rose up, arms loosely by his sides, “Try not to build up a swing so much.”

As Conner rounded for his kick, he watched with a furrowed brow as Tim ducked out of the way and shifted his momentum. Out of instinct, he tried to kick off the ground with his other leg -- used to having his strength to propel himself -- but when he went only a few feet in the air, the change in momentum sent him to the ground. He grumbled as he rose back to his feet, watching Tim and listening to his words. How was he supposed to do any of that? How did you not build up a swing and have it be effective?

Well, if feet didn’t work... Conner came at Tim again. This time however, he balled his fists and struck out with a few quick jabs.”I’m... stronger than Kal is... when it comes to resisting Kryptonite.” He remarked between blows. “Only blessing of being half-human.” He grunted out.

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Sparring || Kon & Tim

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“It should be big enough, it’s mainly for smaller training sessions between a handful of people rather than larger group work.” Tim explained as he led Kon into the sparring room, “I finished it just before I left, nice to see the team haven’t broken anything.” he walked over to a panel on the wall and rapidly typed a few codes in, “There, that should pump in a small amount of Kyptonian radiation, just enough to put us on a little more even footing.” he forced down a smirk at the thought. 

“It’ll only last few hours and if it’s too much we can leave anytime, just let me know okay?” he asked, looking Kon over, if it was over-levelled and the lug decided to power through that wouldn’t get them anywhere either. “So,” he pulled off his jacket leaving him in a tank-top and shorts and stretched a little, “Why don’t you just come at me and we’ll see what you need to work on.” This time he didn’t smirk a little, “Hit me with your best shot.” 

As soon as Conner had heard about Tim’s return to town he had started spending most of his free time with him. Tim was the closest friend he had and honestly, he was tired of being alone with himself in this City. Tim gave him a distraction from the things going on outside and a reminder of life before NOVA agents -- however relatively short that was for the clone. Conner followed along as Tim led him to a room he hadn’t quite seen yet in the Titans ‘headquarters’, watching as the male went to work inputting some codes on the keypad.

Almost instantly Conner felt the sickening feeling of Kryptonite radiation, but Tim’s explanation made sense. Conner frowned and grimaced a bit, but he held up a hand. “Just... give me a minute to adjust.” He said and took a few deep breaths. After a few moments he nodded before scoffing at Tim. “Alright, alright. Let’s give this a go.” He said and watched Tim toss aside his jacket. Conner didn’t bother changing out of his jeans and shield-branded shirt though, just cracking his knuckles and taking another breath to mentally push aside the feelings the Kryptonite were giving him. Without warning, Conner began charging Tim -- stumbling slightly as he got adjusted to not having speed or the strength to back his movements -- and sent a kick in Tim’s direction.