Kon hadn't been sleeping very well lately. The thing was that he didn't understand why Tim was so upset. It was just a game. There had always been games or shows or comics and maybe if it had been one of the ones that was real, he would have understood. If it had been their exact life, he would have understood why Tim had freaked out so much. ( Read more... )

Clark was on the island. It had been a day since Lex had told him and he was still having a hard time processing it. Clark Kent was on the island and not his pseudo-parent. No, he could have dealt with that. No, this one was the Clark freaking Kent who had been on the island before. The one who had all but ignored his existence and made him ( Read more... )

Tonight was fun. Tonight was beyond fun. Music and dancing and beads and what he'd dubbed 'happy juice'. The world might have been spinning a little, but that didn't matter. It was still a good night. Except he still hadn't found Tim. Tim was his best friend and Kon still wasn't sure that he'd come to the party.
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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... )