The couch, a handful of pills, and a glass of juice. Kon threw back the pills and took a large swallow of juice, thankful that he'd finally found a way to the Compound after his 'shortcut'. He closed his eyes and slumped against the couch, his mind going back to conversations he'd had the last few weeks. One in particular stood out. Dairine and ( Read more... )

Five minutes. That’s what he’d told Robin. He’d be five minutes there and back. He just needed to talk to this other Kon-el. Superman. Needed to talk to him about Lex Luthor and the part of Kon’s DNA that didn’t belong to Clark. Robin didn’t really understand, but it was something Kon had to do. Maybe he could come to terms with it if he had ( Read more... )