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kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable. he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero. standing out is sort of what he does. but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead – he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to. so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target. it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost. he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best. he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him. he feels too big and too small, all at once. ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. ) fingers twist at an earring anxiously. what if the world forgot about him ??
“ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh. he’s time-traveled before. he’s been thousands of years in the future. but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ?? he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.
𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, a flurry of blonde hair & passive aggressive ‘ excuse me’s ’ paint a perilous picture. cassie’s late for another lecture, THANKS TIM & BART ! ( couldn’t be sure it was those two hogging bathrooms ━━ she’ll blame them anyway. ) PAUSED AT A RED LIGHT, finger carts through text book. eyes instinctively roll at question uttered to her side. ❛ you got a phone ? CHECK IT. ❜ sights dart up to deliver deadpan glare, and instead set to a widen. ❛ ... kon ? ❜ brows pull up above confused eyes, face softens. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, those lost to dust had been popping up ━━ sans memories, but alive. part of her quietly resents them. each time another returned, cassie begrudged the loss of him ━━ superboy, conner, kon. THEIR BEST FRIEND, ( amongst other things. ) wondered how it was fair that the hole left in the titan’s hearts would never quite heal over whilst all around them were reunions.
& AND SOMEHOW, THERE HE WAS. stupid question on his lips, like two years without him had never gone by. book falls thoughtlessly to her side. ❛ it’s ... it’s june. june, eleventh. 2018. how did ... ? are ... is it really ━━ are you ... you ? ❜ unable to will away lump forming in her throat, cassandra will later notice streaks left in her blush by the tears that roll down freckled cheeks. ❛ kon, DO YOU REMEMBER ME ? ❜