break the rules !

Warmth BLOSSOMS in Lois’ chest — she’s sure Conner’s not doing it intentionally, but to hear him pretty much put HER into the same category as his dads is flattering to say the last. She gives his head two gentle pats before pulling away, albeit a little reluctantly. “I’m sure you won’t have to experience Kryptonite if you’re being careful. But then again, I don’t think any of you Kryptonians know the meaning of the word ‘CAREFUL’.”

She pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts. “There’s no gold standard for being good at being a hero. All we have to do is TRY. You think Clark doesn’t have his moments where he wishes he could have done things differently? What makes me HAPPY is if you’re happy, too. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, kiddo.” 

Of course Conner would think of Lois in the same way as his two fathers, always looking up to her in a way a boy would to a mother figure. He has never had one before originally meeting her, and the advice she gives is always something Conner keeps with him. “I’ve been trying to be careful! I know I shouldn’t just rush into things, but I’m SUPERBOY! People usually look to me to take the heavy hits.” He says as he leans in to take another sip of his water.

While she’d seen people, and could tell from body language when people wanted to. it suddenly all made sense why they went so crazy about kissing. Conner was so nice and warm and his arms around her made her feel safe but sent her heart beating rapidly all at the same time. She still felt the blush on her cheeks, and the butterflies in her stomach hadn’t died down, but she wasn’t embarrassed, just so happy and giggly. And with the stars all around them- it was perfect. Cass nodded enthusiastically, before putting it to practice and pecking him on the lips again then withdrawing and looking up at him with a breathless wide smile. “That was… oh, Conner… I like you, a lot. And that. Also a lot.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of them to take down the warehouse full of henchmen — their fighting techniques continuing to be sloppy. Which makes it easier for Conner and Cassie to get it done. Conner snaps one of the rifles in half, throwing it to the side over the unconscious pile of men. “Well that didn’t take long. Where are they training these guys?” He says stepping over a leg before getting frustrated and floating over them instead. “You want to get some milkshakes?”

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John plastered the last of his home-made ads up on the wall, and stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Some kind of results, anyway,” he muttered. “Never said what sort.”

Realising that someone was standing behind him, he looked over. “Oh, hello. Looking for an exorcist, are we?”

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Conner is stepping closer to the sign, not sure if this is for real or not. Did he somehow get thrown into some horror flick? He never heard of exorcisms outside of those, but there continues to be more about the world to figure out.

His head turns to look at the man that put up the poster. “You’re the one who does these? I’m not looking for one, just didn’t know they were something people actually did. What are they like?”

“huh?“ harley asked to particularly no one before glancing up at the sky where the ‘oracle’ message seemed to have previously come from. “what was that?“ she asked loudly, turning to look at the people on the street around her. squinting, she glared at the nearest person to stop and stare at her. “what’s the matter? ain’t you ever had someone talk to you out of thin air before? and it’s not the voices, believe me - i know them, this one’s different!” she insisted before stepping closer to the person. “but since i got you here, care to tell me where i can go to find this essex person?” ( @earthstarters​ )

Conner is glad that someone else heard the message too — not sure where exactly it came from though. He spins around a few times in an effort to figure out where the source of the sound is coming from. It was so loud through his ears especially — but  it all makes sense why he didn’t ever trust that guy. He always looked like a creep in his opinions. “I’ve never heard voices before that loud is all. I’m fine, except for this need to punch that CREEP! I don’t know where he is, but you want to see if we can find out?”

Lois’s lips quirk as she notices Conner catch himself swearing. It’s endearing, the way he watches herself around her, as if she would ever care about something as MINOR as bad language. “Okay, being sick is pretty shit,” she admits, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she signals to him that she doesn’t mind. “Zero out of ten, would not recommend at ALL.”

She gently squeezes his shoulder in a display of comfort. “Even us regular humans live and learn, Kon. Sometimes things don’t go the way you WANT them to and it’s just not your fault.” Reaching out, she ruffles his hair in a way she hopes is affectionate. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. We all have to START somewhere.”

There’s a smile of delight forming on the boy’s face, looking at the woman as she swore. He makes the mental note that it was alright to do that sort of thing around her. “It does suck, hopefully I don’t have to experience it.” Conner  also worries that if anything would make him ill that it would be something SERIOUS. He heard about Kryptonite, never been close to it, but is scared of it.

Her blush grew more intense, but she didn’t want to hide or shy away from him. Something about Conner was so vivid and bright, and he made her want to join in that energy, especially when he made her smile and laugh. She saw him move, and darted up to meet him, pressing her lips to his in an excited, but tentative kiss. Her stomach went all bubbly butterflies as a warm feeling bloomed in her chest. It made her so elated and floating and happy, that all of a sudden Cassandra was giggling against his lips, and bumping her nose against his as she squeezed his shoulders.

Clark chuckled at the thought of the expressions people might wear if they saw Krypto fly, before he watched Conner run off to his room. While he waited for the young man to return, Clark put Krypto on his leash, sighing a bit at the disdainful look that the pup gave him. “I know, I know Krypto. I don’t like it either, but it’s for the benefit of everyone else.” He said, scratching the doggo behind the ears. “Look, I promise once we get to the park, I’ll take it off of you but for now, it’s gotta stay on.” He added with a nod. Once Conner came back into the living room, sporting a spiffy looking jacket, Clark smiled and nodded his head. “Great! Let’s head out then.” He said, letting Krypto lead the way towards the door. Once they were out into the hall, and the door was locked behind them, Clark’s eyes rose to Conner’s face as they walked towards the elevator. “So, what did you do today? Anything new and exciting happen in the world of Conner?” He asked with a genuine interest, wanting to hear about how his son had spent his day; even if the answer turned out to be that he’d just sat around watching TV all day, Clark still wanted to hear about it anyways.

It was a strange sight to see Krypto on a leash, but Conner knows why it was necessary. He has to admit this was kind of nice actually. His hands pull his phone into his jean pockets, and then stuff themselves into his jacket. He walks out of the door once the dog left first. Someone seems excited! Conner was too he will admit. His gaze looks up to his dad, trying to think of what happened today that was interesting. “Nothing major, just stayed home all day actually. I had a lazy day watching BOY MEETS WORLD.” The boy admits with a chuckle as he tries his hand at walking backwards for dramatics. “I also ate pizza from three days ago for breakfast  — still good. How was your day, DAD?”

“I’m sorry, slow down please. I don’t think I understand. Where am I?” // open starter for the group earth 818 only!

The grin settled into an awe-inspired look, focused now on the friend that had showed this to her, who had given her the stars. “I’d like that. A lot.” Cass admitted quietly, unused to this sort of proximity when not fighting or with family. Her body sense made every small movement clear to her in a way that made her cheeks warm. She suddenly felt a fluttery adrenaline in her stomach but mirrored him in letting herself drift closer, chasing the feeling. “Seeing the stars more. And… you.”

Clark could tell based on the expression on Conner’s face that he remembered the brownie fiasco fondly, just like Clark himself did. Sure, it had been a complete disaster, but when the fire was put out and the smoke had cleared the kitchen, there had been a lot of laughter that night; and it had only been the first of many laughter filled nights since. Clark had spent most of his life feeling very alone and isolated because of how different he was, but it was impossible to deny that ever since Conner had moved in with him, that feeling of isolation had all but disappeared. When his son pulled himself back to reality, Clark did the same, nodding his head in agreement with Conner’s words. “Yeah. We can bring a ball for him to fetch too. As long as he doesn’t feel compelled to use his super speed to chase after it, it should be alright.” Clark replied with a small chuckle. “Alright, grab your coat and we’ll go. Just not the one with the family crest on it.”

It was always important to make new memories — it felt more real that way compared to the implanted ones Donovan and the other scientists had put there during his creation. Sometimes Conner wonders what happened to the other twelve clones that failed before him, but also knows it was likely better not to know. The fact his making was a success was a miracle from what he has learned. “It would be kind of funny to see the look on everyone’s faces though! I don’t think they’d believe it if they saw a flying dog.” Which is almost ironic all things considered in the world. “Okay.” Conner runs to his room to look through his collection of jackets, deciding on a plain vibrant red faux leather jacket. He tosses it on then runs back to join Clark. “I’m ready to go!”

Her face lit up with a smile in thanks, which scrunched up into a tiny but joyous laugh at the feeling of bursting through the cloud. Even the highest buildings in Gotham weren’t this high; she never had the chance to zip through the sky quite like this and the rush made her heart beat faster.  As the sky cleared around them, the stars shone through in full force, a glittering array more sharp and numerous than she’d ever seen before. Cassandra’s breath caught as she took it all in, her widened eyes darting from the view to meet Conner’s eyes as a pure grin overtook her face. “Perfect! Conner… thank you.”

      well, this was a surprise to lex - though he should have known - the boy had a way of acting within the confines of pure childlike innocence and sometimes it was odd - but mostly it was pure and it made lex’s heart feel soft and warm. but what really caught lex’s attention was conner’s comment about a girl and her being beautiful. “you have a crush on someone? who is she? maybe we can invite her to dinner sometime.” lex asked, though it was a point-blank question and kind of awkward, he still felt the need to ask; even if it meant he was going to have her investigated and checked the moment he learned of her identity. laughing a bit, albeit slightly nervously, lex allowed conner to grab his sleeve and float there while nearly demanding the promised ice cream. “we can go right now, yes conner - as many toppings as you wish, and if they don’t have what you want; i’ll make sure that they will.”

Conner had always been like this — almost WHOLESOME despite having a little attitude at times. He was born into this world as a sixteen year old SO what else would you expect from a teenager? The boy ultimately just seeks to be loved, knowing his two fathers have their issues with each other that he tries not to think about if it can be helped. “Cassandra Cain. I’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately, we won each other prizes at some carnival games.” He was still smiling while floating in the air there — only able to imagine what Lex will think of his son being interested in one of Bruce Wayne’s children.  He continues to tug on his sleeve, but let’s go before ripping the fabric. He lands back down on the ground, racing toward the door. “I hope they have gummy bears — YUM.”

Clark laughed at Conner’s words, nodding his head while scratching idly at the back of his head. “Yeah. I still say it would have been worth it if the brownies had turned out, but they didn’t. They could have been used as bricks with how solid they were.” He recalled, shaking his head at the memory, largely because of how absurd it was. Clark had rarely ever used his powers in such a careless way, but when it came to trying to make Conner happy, he seemed to let a lot more loose than he did at any other time. “Of course we can bring Krypto. I was actually thinking we could walk though? You know, do some normal, human, family stuff the normal, human, family way.” He added with a smile

Despite the brownies having not turned out the way either of them hoped — the memory is a happy one. It was unique that no other family would be able to say that they’ve experienced anything like it. It makes him laugh remembering those brownies. He clings to the time, but brings himself back to reality in this moment. “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to be included!” Conner smiles while looking up at his father. “Walking? Well, that’s new! I don’t see why not it’ll be like we’re just like them. I AM half human after all.”

        “well, if you would just hold still i can make sure of that for myself!” he snapped, though not meaning to. he loved conner in his own way, a son he never knew he’d have - even if despite the ways and means he got him. lex never really knew of himself as a doting parent, especially having been ‘raised’ by his own father. and yet here he was fussing over something that wasn’t a something. finally backing off, he heaved out a sigh and folded his arms over his chest at the other. ”first we’re getting out of gotham, this place is a dump and i don’t want you getting caught up with some of the people here.” he paused and tried to think of something a normal father and son would do. “want to… go get ice cream and go to the park?”

There was a brief moment where Conner decides to pout when his father snaps at him — should he be used to this? He does know that Lex loves him in a special way, but that doesn’t mean he wants anyone observing him so closely. It reminds him of being nothing more than an experiment, spending too many hours with Donovan — who let him watch old sitcoms while he ran tests. “It’s not so bad, some of the people that live in Gotham are GOOD. My best friend is here, and there’s also this girl — she’s so BEAUTIFUL.” The boy has that same smile spread across his face as he spoke about two of his favorite people, only to have his mind distracted at the mention of ice cream. Conner is grabbing onto Lex gently to tug at his sleeve, and his body floating off of the ground just by his excitement. “ICE CREAM? I want that — can we go right now? I wonder what kind of toppings they’ll have available.”