Another Teenage Hero

          You had to be kidding him. Like, Joker kidding him. This was definitely not           what he was expecting to happen tonight-- honestly where was Bruce? Or          Clark for that matter? They had left him in charge of some stupid little store          with this kid (albeit they sort of knew each other-- this definitely wasn't their          first meeting) and absolutely no leads on where to go from here. He was          dead set on the fact that Stray had taken the jewels-- he's Catwoman's          sidekick or whatever. Doesn't she know everyone? 

I like to be called: Kanky My favorite color is: Red Gender:  sure One thing you should know about me:  I like to read ??? im not a very interesting person honest. The most interesting part of me is Ro, she’s like, the fun one and i am the boring blob child who just screams into the void and watches teen wolf One you should know about my muse:  he’s a huge fucking loser lmao like def uses humor to cover up awkward situations First language: English. I live in: Texas and i can’t wait to get the hell outta here 

HIGHLIGHT:

“–Babe?”

(This world’s Superboy forgot to mention a few things:

That Robin wasn’t Robin, but Catlad, Stray, Pawsy.

it’s been so long since he’s seen kon– in front of him– living, breathing, real. he doesn’t know if he can handle it. he’d only just started to really get over him– to let him go. mourned & lost– fondly remembered but in a place beyond him where tim couldn’t reach. tim hoped that if heaven had existed– kon was there. ( probably flirting with big busted angels, if his best friend had his way of the afterlife. ) but now he’s— not dead. not at all & it’s not that tim isn’t happy about that. he’s delighted.

     this world is a better place with superboy in it. but it also means– owning up to certain things. emotional choices made in the crushing shadows of grief that had made it feel at first– that the sun had gone out of the world completely. 

( he’d been even more brooding than bruce, those first terrible months. )

it hadn’t just been the loss of kon. it’d been kon that was the straw that broke him, already crumbling from the deaths of his father & stepmother & steph & for a short time bruce as well. & then kon. the last thing he could bear, the that had broken him. 

      tim is selfish conscious about being broken. he knows he’s a human in a meta-human game. being broken is such a– a human trait. a vulnerable one. you can’t just be human & keep pace with the both the good & bad guys. you needed to be better, it’s what bruce had always taught him.

he looks up at him, set against the dark rainy sky of a gotham night…he’s pretty much the brightest star that tim could hope for. the only one that he wants to see. & as happy as he is to see him– tim wants to bolt. to run away from this. go home, home to his son. to the best thing he’d taken from the wreckage that had been his life. a precious seed of something that’d kept tim going even when he’d wanted to just stop. to let go. he’s got the cowl on…needs it for the moment. the barrier it provides…no matter how slight it is. 

“ hey kon. you look– “ he looks good, he looks like the best dreams that tim has that hurt more than the nightmares for a while because he’d always awoken to the cold knowledge that they weren’t real.

          Tim had been through everything with him, everything and even more.            As far back as he could remember, back to Hawaii and when he first           started out as a hero, Tim had been there. He'd been there when they           made their first group -- Young Justice ( some pretty wild days, those           were. Often times Conner looks back at them with very fond memories )           and when they had upgraded to the Titans. And then there was all the           terrible shit that had happened within the Titans, like the time Lex Luthor           took over his brain and tried to get him to kill all of his friends? Yeah,           good times. Although, Tim was still there for him through that and his           struggles of trying to figure out of his path would remain good or turn           twisted and evil. 

          When he'd come back, the only thing he could think about was going to           see Tim. Gotham city might be dank and dreary with the smog and the           rain, but he ended up here first, following the sound of Tim's heartbeat.           He always listened to his heartbeat like a radio station that he never           turned off. It had become habit to seek out the familiar sound and it was           no surprise that it happened automatically. He had come straight to the           source of that steady thump-thump-thump. 

          A grin takes no hesitation in spreading over his face as he can obviously           see Tim's surprise. The slight smile on his lips? He was thrilled. Tim           never broke his broody persona ( that honestly started to leak into his           personalty outside the costume ) he kept up, so it was a huge thing for           him to be smiling, even if it were just a little. The Super floats closer           until his feet touch the concrete of the rooftop with a gentle taptap.