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@neverfearjonishere
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Um
You don't stay with Lex anymore right?
@greaterthansuperman
Hell no. He's a psychopath egomanic who wants to control the lives of everyone around him. So yeah. I prefer not being around him.
Why do you ask? Anything you wanna talk about, mini me?
Right uh
How? Like without Lex didn't you have like no support with the hero stuff?
Didn't need it.
That's the thing. Manipulative bitch... Lex makes you think that your lifes depends on him. It doesn't. If you have friends β that he convinently forbids you from seeing β they can help you out and figure your life. And make your own rules while you're at it. You don't need Luthor.
Friends like plural..? I mean I've got Bruce.
If he doesn't just decide to let himself be almost killed again. But like, I don't know. Feels kinda like the same problem different font with him.
Bruce? Your only other friend besides Lex Luthor is Bruce Wayne? Yeah, guess I can't blame for anything on your life.
And no, not Bruce. Not just him anyway. He's a great guy, but there are others who could help. I, for example, live on the Kents farm in Smallville. We had a good talk, and now I see Clark as an older brother. And I also got a little brother to boot! And he's the best little brother ever.
HI!!!!!
Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
Dick sort of backs away from him, glaring at the kid a little.
"No...it's not that, I don't go to school." He's always been homeschooled, since Haly's circus traveled the world...Lex had said something about schooling, but Dick wouldn't do it, because he's leaving. "I'm running." He goes back to climbing up the fire escape, ignoring the odd flying boy by him, who seems to be his age. He sniffles again, wiping at his nose a bit.
"Um... Um... I can get my dad maybe? He can help! Or uh... I can help? This doesn't look safe to go up..." he follows Dick upwards. "Uh, My name is Jon! I MEAN SUPERBOY MY NAME IS SUPERBOY!" he muters under his breath, cheeks going red.
Dick pauses to look at him weirdly, before rolling his eyes.
"You're bad at the secret identity thing..." He mumbles. "I'm Dick." He introduces himself, because it's polite and sure he's upset but he should at least be polite. Jon mentioned his Dad, Dick can assume he means Superman when he does, considering he's supposed to be called 'Superboy.' "Dick Grayson." He says, ignoring the fact that Lex had told him to start adding Luthor to his name, because that's stupid and he won't. Lex even tried to call him only Richard Luthor and Dick swore and yelled until he decided against it.
"I don't need your Dad's help, and It's fine. I'm trained to deal with heights." Dick again, continues upwards.
Jon frowns, continuing to follow Dick up. "Yeah. Okay... I know I'm bad at that stuff but like. Everyone knows anyways who my dad is so. It's nice to meet you though, Dick." He ignores the other boys grumpiness, he's clearly not really trying to be mean or anything, and he thinks of what his dad always says about grumpy people. Usually, they are going through something difficult, so it's important to just stay nice! So... That is what Jon will do! "Okay, so we don't need my dad, can I get you anything, at least? you don't even have shoes. your feet seem about the same size as me, do you want mine? I have some snacks in my pocket you can have too!"
Dick pauses a bit, looks at Jon with a frown. But he pauses at the mention of snacks. "I'm running away, and you aren't allowed to tell anyone, not even your dad because they'll all make me go back." He
"I won't take your shoes you need those..." He huffs. He brightens a bit at the mention of snacks. "What do you have?" He tilts his head a bit.
"MMMM... My dad wouldn't make you go back if your family is mean, but... I won't!" He smiles. "And I really don't need my shoes that much. Really, I have like ten more pairs at home and I fly! For snacks..." He starts digging through his pockets. "I have sandwhiches, fruit by the foot, gushers, pretzels, and takis!" He starts pulling some out, handing them over to the other young team with a hum.
Dick frowns but nods a little.
"They're not my family." He has a strange sad look in his eyes. "Good, because Lex won't be happy if I make things more difficult for him or whatever... you seem nice, I don't want him to yell at you." Dick shrugs, he leans a bit over, still holding onto the fire escape as Jon takes the snacks out.
"What is a fruit by the foot? Or a gusher...Takis are like...spicy chips though, right?" He seems a little confused, face now fairly close to Jon, though he doesn't seem to notice. The circus never really stopped enough in America for Dick to get used to American snacks, nor did they really have the money to shop for them. But he remembers liking potato chips a lot, and popcorn was always good.
Jon files away the mention of Lex for later. "It's okay if he does though, I can handle it. And fruit by the foot is like... Here! We're almost at the roof, can I carry you up there, and we can share? I have enough for like... So many lunches worth!" He offers. "And yeah, takis are spicy. I don't love them but they're popular so I carry them around for others." he says. "And hey, where is your family from? I like your accent! It's really cool."
Dick seems to think for a minute before nodding.
"I guess we can fly up. I've never had Takis before, only potato chips." Dick mentions. He saddens a bit at the mention of his family.
"My mama was Romani and she was born in Slovakia, my dad was from Germany... but we traveled all over the place with the Circus." He explains quietly. "I was born while we were traveling, and I don't know what country. I don't know any of my other family either. Now I'm here." He seems a bit angry about that fact.
Jon nods, and carefully picks him up. HE flies them up to the roof and sets him down. He takes off his cape and spreads it on the roof for Dick to sit on. "Here, sit on my cape. It'll be more comfortable." he says, and starts spreading out sandwiches and all of his snacks. "That's cool. I was born here, I've spent summers with my grandparents in Smallville though. It's in Kansas." He pops a couple gushers into his mouth, and then picks a chicken sandwich to eat.
Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
Dick sort of backs away from him, glaring at the kid a little.
"No...it's not that, I don't go to school." He's always been homeschooled, since Haly's circus traveled the world...Lex had said something about schooling, but Dick wouldn't do it, because he's leaving. "I'm running." He goes back to climbing up the fire escape, ignoring the odd flying boy by him, who seems to be his age. He sniffles again, wiping at his nose a bit.
"Um... Um... I can get my dad maybe? He can help! Or uh... I can help? This doesn't look safe to go up..." he follows Dick upwards. "Uh, My name is Jon! I MEAN SUPERBOY MY NAME IS SUPERBOY!" he muters under his breath, cheeks going red.
Dick pauses to look at him weirdly, before rolling his eyes.
"You're bad at the secret identity thing..." He mumbles. "I'm Dick." He introduces himself, because it's polite and sure he's upset but he should at least be polite. Jon mentioned his Dad, Dick can assume he means Superman when he does, considering he's supposed to be called 'Superboy.' "Dick Grayson." He says, ignoring the fact that Lex had told him to start adding Luthor to his name, because that's stupid and he won't. Lex even tried to call him only Richard Luthor and Dick swore and yelled until he decided against it.
"I don't need your Dad's help, and It's fine. I'm trained to deal with heights." Dick again, continues upwards.
Jon frowns, continuing to follow Dick up. "Yeah. Okay... I know I'm bad at that stuff but like. Everyone knows anyways who my dad is so. It's nice to meet you though, Dick." He ignores the other boys grumpiness, he's clearly not really trying to be mean or anything, and he thinks of what his dad always says about grumpy people. Usually, they are going through something difficult, so it's important to just stay nice! So... That is what Jon will do! "Okay, so we don't need my dad, can I get you anything, at least? you don't even have shoes. your feet seem about the same size as me, do you want mine? I have some snacks in my pocket you can have too!"
Dick pauses a bit, looks at Jon with a frown. But he pauses at the mention of snacks. "I'm running away, and you aren't allowed to tell anyone, not even your dad because they'll all make me go back." He
"I won't take your shoes you need those..." He huffs. He brightens a bit at the mention of snacks. "What do you have?" He tilts his head a bit.
"MMMM... My dad wouldn't make you go back if your family is mean, but... I won't!" He smiles. "And I really don't need my shoes that much. Really, I have like ten more pairs at home and I fly! For snacks..." He starts digging through his pockets. "I have sandwhiches, fruit by the foot, gushers, pretzels, and takis!" He starts pulling some out, handing them over to the other young team with a hum.
Dick frowns but nods a little.
"They're not my family." He has a strange sad look in his eyes. "Good, because Lex won't be happy if I make things more difficult for him or whatever... you seem nice, I don't want him to yell at you." Dick shrugs, he leans a bit over, still holding onto the fire escape as Jon takes the snacks out.
"What is a fruit by the foot? Or a gusher...Takis are like...spicy chips though, right?" He seems a little confused, face now fairly close to Jon, though he doesn't seem to notice. The circus never really stopped enough in America for Dick to get used to American snacks, nor did they really have the money to shop for them. But he remembers liking potato chips a lot, and popcorn was always good.
Jon files away the mention of Lex for later. "It's okay if he does though, I can handle it. And fruit by the foot is like... Here! We're almost at the roof, can I carry you up there, and we can share? I have enough for like... So many lunches worth!" He offers. "And yeah, takis are spicy. I don't love them but they're popular so I carry them around for others." he says. "And hey, where is your family from? I like your accent! It's really cool."
Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
Dick sort of backs away from him, glaring at the kid a little.
"No...it's not that, I don't go to school." He's always been homeschooled, since Haly's circus traveled the world...Lex had said something about schooling, but Dick wouldn't do it, because he's leaving. "I'm running." He goes back to climbing up the fire escape, ignoring the odd flying boy by him, who seems to be his age. He sniffles again, wiping at his nose a bit.
"Um... Um... I can get my dad maybe? He can help! Or uh... I can help? This doesn't look safe to go up..." he follows Dick upwards. "Uh, My name is Jon! I MEAN SUPERBOY MY NAME IS SUPERBOY!" he muters under his breath, cheeks going red.
Dick pauses to look at him weirdly, before rolling his eyes.
"You're bad at the secret identity thing..." He mumbles. "I'm Dick." He introduces himself, because it's polite and sure he's upset but he should at least be polite. Jon mentioned his Dad, Dick can assume he means Superman when he does, considering he's supposed to be called 'Superboy.' "Dick Grayson." He says, ignoring the fact that Lex had told him to start adding Luthor to his name, because that's stupid and he won't. Lex even tried to call him only Richard Luthor and Dick swore and yelled until he decided against it.
"I don't need your Dad's help, and It's fine. I'm trained to deal with heights." Dick again, continues upwards.
Jon frowns, continuing to follow Dick up. "Yeah. Okay... I know I'm bad at that stuff but like. Everyone knows anyways who my dad is so. It's nice to meet you though, Dick." He ignores the other boys grumpiness, he's clearly not really trying to be mean or anything, and he thinks of what his dad always says about grumpy people. Usually, they are going through something difficult, so it's important to just stay nice! So... That is what Jon will do! "Okay, so we don't need my dad, can I get you anything, at least? you don't even have shoes. your feet seem about the same size as me, do you want mine? I have some snacks in my pocket you can have too!"
Dick pauses a bit, looks at Jon with a frown. But he pauses at the mention of snacks. "I'm running away, and you aren't allowed to tell anyone, not even your dad because they'll all make me go back." He
"I won't take your shoes you need those..." He huffs. He brightens a bit at the mention of snacks. "What do you have?" He tilts his head a bit.
"MMMM... My dad wouldn't make you go back if your family is mean, but... I won't!" He smiles. "And I really don't need my shoes that much. Really, I have like ten more pairs at home and I fly! For snacks..." He starts digging through his pockets. "I have sandwhiches, fruit by the foot, gushers, pretzels, and takis!" He starts pulling some out, handing them over to the other young team with a hum.

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Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
Dick sort of backs away from him, glaring at the kid a little.
"No...it's not that, I don't go to school." He's always been homeschooled, since Haly's circus traveled the world...Lex had said something about schooling, but Dick wouldn't do it, because he's leaving. "I'm running." He goes back to climbing up the fire escape, ignoring the odd flying boy by him, who seems to be his age. He sniffles again, wiping at his nose a bit.
"Um... Um... I can get my dad maybe? He can help! Or uh... I can help? This doesn't look safe to go up..." he follows Dick upwards. "Uh, My name is Jon! I MEAN SUPERBOY MY NAME IS SUPERBOY!" he muters under his breath, cheeks going red.
Dick pauses to look at him weirdly, before rolling his eyes.
"You're bad at the secret identity thing..." He mumbles. "I'm Dick." He introduces himself, because it's polite and sure he's upset but he should at least be polite. Jon mentioned his Dad, Dick can assume he means Superman when he does, considering he's supposed to be called 'Superboy.' "Dick Grayson." He says, ignoring the fact that Lex had told him to start adding Luthor to his name, because that's stupid and he won't. Lex even tried to call him only Richard Luthor and Dick swore and yelled until he decided against it.
"I don't need your Dad's help, and It's fine. I'm trained to deal with heights." Dick again, continues upwards.
Jon frowns, continuing to follow Dick up. "Yeah. Okay... I know I'm bad at that stuff but like. Everyone knows anyways who my dad is so. It's nice to meet you though, Dick." He ignores the other boys grumpiness, he's clearly not really trying to be mean or anything, and he thinks of what his dad always says about grumpy people. Usually, they are going through something difficult, so it's important to just stay nice! So... That is what Jon will do! "Okay, so we don't need my dad, can I get you anything, at least? you don't even have shoes. your feet seem about the same size as me, do you want mine? I have some snacks in my pocket you can have too!"
when i go through twink death put me in the lazarus pit
Timothy, don't be so dramatic.
If he hasn't by now, I don't think he will...
Too right
He's just gonna hit 45 and be one of those older guys who was clearly a twink and totally still is but just in a going grey way.
Immortal twink?
Immortal twink...
Oh the horror
the horror...
thanks guys.
I can't disagree with Dami. If you need a yes-man Kon can do that
Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
Dick sort of backs away from him, glaring at the kid a little.
"No...it's not that, I don't go to school." He's always been homeschooled, since Haly's circus traveled the world...Lex had said something about schooling, but Dick wouldn't do it, because he's leaving. "I'm running." He goes back to climbing up the fire escape, ignoring the odd flying boy by him, who seems to be his age. He sniffles again, wiping at his nose a bit.
"Um... Um... I can get my dad maybe? He can help! Or uh... I can help? This doesn't look safe to go up..." he follows Dick upwards. "Uh, My name is Jon! I MEAN SUPERBOY MY NAME IS SUPERBOY!" he muters under his breath, cheeks going red.
Jon was flying around the nice part of the city, 'Patrolling' for his dad when a flicker of movement catches his eye on a buildings fire escape. "Hello? Who's there! Are you okay? Do you need assistance?"
Dick startles, flinching back against the fire escape as he looks to the side and sees a boy in a superman type costume nearby. He's still crying, and he sniffles when he sees him.
"Uhm- No, I'm fine, you can go. I'm just leaving. I'm...fine." His voice is wavering, sounding sad and strained.
Jon frowns and flys over. "Um... You don't sound... Oh hey! You look like you're like, my age." he says, as he gets close enough to Dick to see him clearly. "Dude what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Kids at school or something? I can try and help!"
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Bawk bawk bawk bawk!
Huh. A chicken?
Paaaaa. Someone left the chicken coop open agaiiiiin.
Kon reaches out for the chicken and grabs it by his side, petting her head.
Good girl, good girl.
OOPS... Sorry... haha...
Jon, wait, it's NOT one of our chickens. It's a kryptonian chicken!!!
Oh!! That is so freaking cool!
Kon I need help. Um. I have a question for you.
Oh, ofc! Shoot lil tyke. What's up?
So um. What should I do if I have a crush on two people?
How... To... Confess... To... Your... Best... Friends...
Bawk bawk bawk bawk!
Huh. A chicken?
Paaaaa. Someone left the chicken coop open agaiiiiin.
Kon reaches out for the chicken and grabs it by his side, petting her head.
Good girl, good girl.
OOPS... Sorry... haha...
KON!!
JON!!
Kon reaches out for the sickest fist bump, followed by a tight, almost bone smashing, hug.
Finally got yourself over here, huh?! I missed you, lil bro!
Jon hugs him back tightly and bounces up and down. "Yeah! How have you been?!" he asks. "It has been sooooo long. But mom and dad said I had to wait until I was thirteen but then I got grounded for sneaking out with Damian..."
It has, and you came right around for christmas! You totally need to see everyone who's around here, including dami.
Damn bro, you need to up your sneaking skills. You have to realize that Clark is super-heared, so you have to super-sneak too.
Damian huh. How's it going between you two? You've heard of me and Tim?
Totally! I can't wait to. And ugghhhhhh I know. Dames says so allll the time too. It's not like I try to get caught! Plus this time we got caught because I got kryptonite poisoning otherwise I think I would have finally been successful... OH! Uhmm... I mean he and I are like... Best friends... Yknow? And he is like, so cool and always looks so nice, I don't know how he does it I feel like I always look so... Not as nice... Wdym? He's your best friend like Dami is mine, right?
Not as nice? Jon, you're the perfect combo of human and kryptonian. You have rocking grades and the second best hairstyle in the family. Of course you're nice.
... Maybe too nice. Defintely shouldn't let Karens talk down to you after they almost run over you with their shopping carts.
But yeah, you're nice! Where's that self doubting act coming from, huh? Hehe.
And... Well... No... Tim and I aren't really... Best friends anymore...
Kon looks down as he says it, dramatically trying to look incredibly sad, while also trying hard to hold back the laughter.
What do you MEAN you got kryptonite poisoning? Who the fuck dared to poison my tiny baby bro? Tell me quick. I need to go punch the deadman.
Well, I mean like... Not being a nice person, I lo-like Dami and he is nice! Kinda... In his own way.... But I mean m-more like... He's prettier than me? *Jon flushes.* Wait, what do you mean you aren't best friends?! What happened!! And I'm fine, I got some sun lamp time and I'm fine. Promise.
Hehehe... Preetier huh...
Kon teases Jon by pinching his flushed cheeks.
It's ok Jonno, that happens. I also find Tim much prettier than me. Did you know where that lead me? Well, it's part of the surprise. We're not friends anymore, because... Now we're MORE than that now. We're dating! π
Maybe... You find Dami prettier than you... Because that's were your heart is leading you? Where it lead me with Tim? Could be, huh?
Superboy layed down on a pile of hay, hands behind his head, just contemplating the barn's roof as he told Jin what he thought of this situation. It's true, the clone boy had suspected for a while of such feelings between the two boys. Usually, that kind of friendship, early and sincere, never evolves out of a strict friendship. But in other cases, it might bubble into love.
Kon wouldn't wring that confession out of Jonβ he doesn't want to break his brother's trust. He'd rather wait him to say it to Kon himself. Besides the little man might not even know it himself. All that the big brother could do is help Jon sort out his own feelings, helping him in a age where everything is absurdly confusing.
But NEVER tell Tim that about the prettiness, okay? He won't let me live it down.
:O Congratulations!!! You talk about him so much I'm so happy for you. And I mean... I know I like Dami? Like... This isn't new information to me? I just... Dami could do WAY better than me.
Oh. You do? Huh. Thought that'd take more effort.
Wait wait wait, what do you me he does better than you?
... Wait, you guys aren't dating too, are you? Jonathan Kent you're not dating until you're AT LEAST 30 years old!!!
Duh? Why would I hide that from you? He deserves someone smarter and richer and prettier than me, Um, no??? I don't think he likes me that way.

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KON!!
JON!!
Kon reaches out for the sickest fist bump, followed by a tight, almost bone smashing, hug.
Finally got yourself over here, huh?! I missed you, lil bro!
Jon hugs him back tightly and bounces up and down. "Yeah! How have you been?!" he asks. "It has been sooooo long. But mom and dad said I had to wait until I was thirteen but then I got grounded for sneaking out with Damian..."
It has, and you came right around for christmas! You totally need to see everyone who's around here, including dami.
Damn bro, you need to up your sneaking skills. You have to realize that Clark is super-heared, so you have to super-sneak too.
Damian huh. How's it going between you two? You've heard of me and Tim?
Totally! I can't wait to. And ugghhhhhh I know. Dames says so allll the time too. It's not like I try to get caught! Plus this time we got caught because I got kryptonite poisoning otherwise I think I would have finally been successful... OH! Uhmm... I mean he and I are like... Best friends... Yknow? And he is like, so cool and always looks so nice, I don't know how he does it I feel like I always look so... Not as nice... Wdym? He's your best friend like Dami is mine, right?
Not as nice? Jon, you're the perfect combo of human and kryptonian. You have rocking grades and the second best hairstyle in the family. Of course you're nice.
... Maybe too nice. Defintely shouldn't let Karens talk down to you after they almost run over you with their shopping carts.
But yeah, you're nice! Where's that self doubting act coming from, huh? Hehe.
And... Well... No... Tim and I aren't really... Best friends anymore...
Kon looks down as he says it, dramatically trying to look incredibly sad, while also trying hard to hold back the laughter.
What do you MEAN you got kryptonite poisoning? Who the fuck dared to poison my tiny baby bro? Tell me quick. I need to go punch the deadman.
Well, I mean like... Not being a nice person, I lo-like Dami and he is nice! Kinda... In his own way.... But I mean m-more like... He's prettier than me? *Jon flushes.* Wait, what do you mean you aren't best friends?! What happened!! And I'm fine, I got some sun lamp time and I'm fine. Promise.
Hehehe... Preetier huh...
Kon teases Jon by pinching his flushed cheeks.
It's ok Jonno, that happens. I also find Tim much prettier than me. Did you know where that lead me? Well, it's part of the surprise. We're not friends anymore, because... Now we're MORE than that now. We're dating! π
Maybe... You find Dami prettier than you... Because that's were your heart is leading you? Where it lead me with Tim? Could be, huh?
Superboy layed down on a pile of hay, hands behind his head, just contemplating the barn's roof as he told Jin what he thought of this situation. It's true, the clone boy had suspected for a while of such feelings between the two boys. Usually, that kind of friendship, early and sincere, never evolves out of a strict friendship. But in other cases, it might bubble into love.
Kon wouldn't wring that confession out of Jonβ he doesn't want to break his brother's trust. He'd rather wait him to say it to Kon himself. Besides the little man might not even know it himself. All that the big brother could do is help Jon sort out his own feelings, helping him in a age where everything is absurdly confusing.
But NEVER tell Tim that about the prettiness, okay? He won't let me live it down.
:O Congratulations!!! You talk about him so much I'm so happy for you. And I mean... I know I like Dami? Like... This isn't new information to me? I just... Dami could do WAY better than me.
KON!!
JON!!
Kon reaches out for the sickest fist bump, followed by a tight, almost bone smashing, hug.
Finally got yourself over here, huh?! I missed you, lil bro!
Jon hugs him back tightly and bounces up and down. "Yeah! How have you been?!" he asks. "It has been sooooo long. But mom and dad said I had to wait until I was thirteen but then I got grounded for sneaking out with Damian..."
It has, and you came right around for christmas! You totally need to see everyone who's around here, including dami.
Damn bro, you need to up your sneaking skills. You have to realize that Clark is super-heared, so you have to super-sneak too.
Damian huh. How's it going between you two? You've heard of me and Tim?
Totally! I can't wait to. And ugghhhhhh I know. Dames says so allll the time too. It's not like I try to get caught! Plus this time we got caught because I got kryptonite poisoning otherwise I think I would have finally been successful... OH! Uhmm... I mean he and I are like... Best friends... Yknow? And he is like, so cool and always looks so nice, I don't know how he does it I feel like I always look so... Not as nice... Wdym? He's your best friend like Dami is mine, right?
Not as nice? Jon, you're the perfect combo of human and kryptonian. You have rocking grades and the second best hairstyle in the family. Of course you're nice.
... Maybe too nice. Defintely shouldn't let Karens talk down to you after they almost run over you with their shopping carts.
But yeah, you're nice! Where's that self doubting act coming from, huh? Hehe.
And... Well... No... Tim and I aren't really... Best friends anymore...
Kon looks down as he says it, dramatically trying to look incredibly sad, while also trying hard to hold back the laughter.
What do you MEAN you got kryptonite poisoning? Who the fuck dared to poison my tiny baby bro? Tell me quick. I need to go punch the deadman.
Well, I mean like... Not being a nice person, I lo-like Dami and he is nice! Kinda... In his own way.... But I mean m-more like... He's prettier than me? *Jon flushes.* Wait, what do you mean you aren't best friends?! What happened!! And I'm fine, I got some sun lamp time and I'm fine. Promise.