#christopher kent

[zai-doodles]

hey gang i like superfam a lot

ive spent so long thinking abt them and basically made my own au/superfam-verse

if u send me asks abt it ill explain but ill spare everyone for now

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[mrfandomwars]

People who WOULD know how to speak, understand and read Kryptonian perfectly:

Kara Zor-El (grew up in Krypton before ending up on earth)

Clark Kal El Kent (was the last survivour for a long time and the only person with access to books, videos and AIs all while having had burning questions since he was a kid - the most I give him is his accent being Weird and him speaking more formally/more like academic robots than other kryptonians)

Christopher Kent (grew up in the phantom zone before being adopted by Clark and Lois and lived in Kandor City for a bit)

People who probably know enough Kryptonian to get around, mostly via exposure and mostly speaking:

John Henry Irons

Natasha Irons

Lois Lane

Jimmy Olsen

People who are probably STILL learning Kryptonian (speaking, reading, etc)

Jon El Kent (canonically didn't grow up knowing his father was superman)

Kon-El/Conner Kent (HOW would cadmus have access to kryptonian language to put it in his brain???' at most he knows some words but it's like. English speaker knowing random french words - no ability to speak it)

Kenan Kong (this dude has ZERO reason to know it before he was adopted into the Superfamily where he is learning via swim or sink)

[fastestmanalive333]

[cer-rata]

If you know, you know...unfortunately...

Thanks to @batsandbirdsandothers for being complicit in my nonsense.

[noreen-seee]

Chris Kent/Nightwing

[mia-hulka]

Lor-Zod

[baambastic]

“Focus, Chris.”

“I am focusing.”

“If you say so, sure. Don’t let little old me distract you.”

“Shut up, Kon.”

Chris pointedly didn’t look at the very distracting gesture Kon made in response. Jerk. If he wanted to teach Chris how to use his tactile telekinesis, he could at least have the decency not to be rude about it.

Krypto let out a chuff from where he lay sprawled on the grass. Chris chose to interpret the sound as total agreement.

Kon had come home from Gemworld about a year ago, but Chris didn’t really bond with him until a few months later, when they decided to actually get to know each other. Turned out they had a lot in common: evil bio dads, spending years stranded in another dimension, coming back to a different Earth than the one they left, being friends with Tim Drake, et cetera. They became fast friends after that, even with Kon living on the Kent Farm aaalllllll the way in Kansas.

Oh, and they both had TTK. Telekinesis like Chris’s friend Kathy had, but cooler (in his totally unbiased opinion). Chris’s TTK developed last Thanksgiving, may that roast turkey rest in peace.

Kon had had his TTK for way longer than Chris, so he offered to teach him how to use it. Chris had accepted, so now they tried to meet up every Sunday for a lesson or two. Usually at the Kent farm, for safety and privacy.

Today was target practice. The goal: hit a small water bottle from thirty feet away with a marble. A difficult task for Chris, one which Kon was definitely not helping with.

Happy thoughts, Chris. Ignore your annoying adoptive cousin/brother/uncle/menace.

Chris took a deep, priming breath. He could do this. He lined up the shot, accounting for speed and trajectory. He concentrated his TTK at the back of the marble, ready to launch it…

“Bah!” Kon shouted from right next to Chris’s ear.

Chris jumped with a startled cry, and his shot went wide. The rogue projectile was shortly followed by a white blur in the air as Krypto went chasing after it.

Chris whipped around. “What the heck was that for?!” He threw his arms up indignantly. “I had it!”

Kon nodded. “Yeah, you did. Your aim was spot-on. You missed the point, though. I told you y’needed to focus.”

“I did focus!” Chris cried indignantly, “You messed me up!”

Kon shook his head. “Nope. Well, yeah, I messed you up, but that wasn’t focus, it was tunnel vision. You try to do that in a fight, and someone’ll throw you through a building.”

Chris crossed his arms with a huff. Stupid Kon with his stupid good points. “Fine, you win. Can we be done now? I wanna be done.”

Kon laughed. “Sure thing, Chris Bratt.” He ruffled Chris’s hair, ignoring his attempts to swat the offending hand away. “I’ve got a date with Tim later, anyway. Wanna go get ice cream before I take you home?”

“Yes!” Chris cheered. “Can I get the strawberry with that salted caramel on it?”

“How could I say no to you, y’little goblin?” Kon chuckled.

Chris pumped his fist in the air. “Heck yeah!”

[nitpickrider]

Hell yea, kiddo. Action Comics 851