...just 'cause my initials are S.B. — don't B.S. me!

Amused by his younger brother’s playfulness, Conner just sat there. He did not move a muscle because he did not want to upset his brother. But also, because of obvious reasons, Jon had trapped him with some magical barrier that was the boy. “Oh no!” The teen cried out, clearly faking it. “What am I going to do now?!”

He sighs so so loudly with all of his soul.

“Look, if you fight a wild animal and live you ain’t gonna like magically heal. No matter how hurt you get or whatever.” 

Well he doesn’t know that but he does know while he’ll die and come back it’ll all be fine…if he lives he has to live with the pain. 

“If you fall on your head you got a better chance of the aftermath.”

“Magically heal?” The teen asked. He was curious. What did they mean by that. Did the island have some kind of magical healer? Or something? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to fight the local wildlife. Just to see what the outcome was.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to risk it. There were too many things at stake, and he wanted to play it safe until he got at least his vulnerability back.

“I was raised by the league of assassins, highly trained in stealth along side by the heir of the al Ghul family,” Theodore explained. He lifted himself up on his feet, knocking his heals together to watch Connor with a thoughtful eye. “I will call it heat vision if that’s what you want. But I don’t see how you can see in heat.”

Conner wasn’t amused by the boy’s talents. Though, to be honest, none of what the boy said phased him. “The League of Assassins?” Conner asked. He couldn’t remember if he had dealt with them or not. They didn’t sound like anything he — or any of the Supers — have encountered.

siren hates tuning people out. he’s very good at it, but the idea of going out of his way to miss out on any specific noise just doesn’t feel right. in concept or in execution. the bus is such a gross place, though! don’t people have access to self-driving taxis and– no, of course they don’t. he hasn’t seen a single robot since he’s gotten here.

he isn’t really bothered by the man yelling as he reads until people practically start creating a mob around him. this is the sort of things heroes are supposed to do, right? get rid of bad guys that make people upset? siren doesn’t really have the ability to kill him, at least not as easily as he usually does.

the idea to really get involved doesn’t strike him until he sees a kid walking up to him and threatening him. he closes his book and gets out of his seat, carefully holding onto the poles and walking over as the hostile environment infects him. “ hey, hey~ i love bloodshed as much as anyone else, but let’s not make this complicated~ ”

his big smile and relaxed voice doesn’t lend to the idea of the next sentence coming across as particularly threatening, as siren calculates in his head a way to silence him without tracing the cause back to himself. “ just break the stupid thing~!  ” 

he makes a motion towards the phone, and while the man quickly tries to dart it away from him, his voice ‘‘‘mysteriously’’’ disappears. the man’s mouth moves, begging for sound to come out but absolutely nothing comes out. siren tilts his head, doll-eyed almost loudly feigning innocence.

Conner was pretty much about to pick the guy up from his seat and toss them off the bus when he noticed their voice mysteriously disappeared. He watched closely as the rude rider begged for sound to come out of their mouth. Other riders were just as wide-eyed as him about his voice, and most went back to what they were doing before the scene started.

The teen, on the other hand, just stared at the new player. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the rider’s voice disappeared when the other mentioned about breaking the phone. They had the ability to cause people to go mute. Or the ability to silence noise. Either way, Conner was both amazed and terrified. He wanted to know what their extent was on this ability, but decided not to say anything. Instead, he played it off like he did not just see this stranger mute a passenger on the bus.

Yeah, taking one look at him Badou realized Kon would absolutely do dumb crap like that. The less invulnerable part is a little disconcerting though. 

“So maybe you shouldn’t do this? Have a little self preservation, dude.” 

As much as he’d love to see this, again, the police….and not the guilt. 

“Why don’t we just get a cart and throw you down a hill, then?”

Fighting against the local wildlife or riding in a shopping cart downhill at full speed? Which option would hurt less, he thought. If he was back on his world, Conner would totally fight against the local wildlife — probably a bear or a lion. Here on Radial Island that would not be an option. At least, not yet.

Jon let out a sigh of relief. It was a good plan. It kept the person safe, kept Kon away from possible harm for the moment, and gave Jon a small enough task he was sure he could complete it. He flashed him a nervous smile and turned to walk off, then stopped.

“Oh, my name is already in your contacts. So when you get there, just look for me under Jon Kent and tell me where you are. I have a map, so I’ll be able to find you quickly.” It shouldn’t even take the remaining time he had of his flight to finish this, he hoped. Nothing too serious, he’d dealt with purse snatchers and muggers on the island before.

Although his super hearing had been turned off, he did catch what Kon said and blushed, taking off to handle the thug quickly so he could go back to showing his brother around.

“You mean Superboy, right, Superboy?” It was weird hearing how open Jon was about his secret identity. Especially in front of others. Conner wondered if that’s how Clark taught him, or if being on the island made him not care about hiding his secret identity. Whatever the reason, Conner was sure to ask and make some sense to it.

It had been some time since Conner had seen some action, but he was glad he wasn’t chasing after the thief. It gave Conner the chance to actually look at the city and decide on what areas to patrol for whenever he felt up to patrolling an area. For the time being, the teen just followed the victim to their place.

Following Jon’s directions, Conner took out his phone and searched for the boy’s name. After a bit of a browse — he was surprised that his phone’s contact list had everyone’s contact — Conner dialed his brother and gave him the location of where they were at. “Hey Superboy, we’re here at this thrift shop located near The Surface. We’re inside since the victim wanted to buy something for us for helping them out.”

That’ll be the day, when someone promises not to die and then actually keeps it. Only idiots spout crap like that, which is why Badou hardly looks impressed by that statement. 

Just like those soldiers during the Predator movies, Badou keeps quiet and makes way too much noise. Luckily there’s no infrared….

“Oh, you never seen the show? It’s about a buncha guys that do stunts, really stupid shit. Like riding down a hill at top speeds in a grocery cart. Do it for the hell of it.” Meaning he thinks this is incredibly stupid so, you know.

“Stunts for the hell of it?” Conner was amazed that he hasn’t heard of the show. Better yet, why he wasn’t part of it. He would totally do stupid shit like riding downhill in a grocery cart at top speeds. He was, after all, invulnerable.

“Stuff comes out of your face, yes?” Theodore rephrased. Perhaps there was a better way to describe what he was talking about, but he wasn’t raised to be creative. He was raised to be deadly and precise. Let the artists be creative. “Heat is energy. It seemed accurate.”

“But they aren’t the same, though” Conner said. Sure, they looked like lasers, but they were much more. Instead of light radiation that lasers were known for, the beams that shoot out of the teen’s eyes was just intense heat compacted into a beam of red light. “But I can see why you’d think they were lasers.”

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Gwyndolin is touched by Jon’s words. He’s such a sweet child, and how wretched it is that he’s so unhappy here. At least the god has been able to give him some level of hope and comfort. He has to stop his (thankfully hidden) eyes from watering, focusing on eating for a moment. At some point before the night ends, he’ll have to hug his friend tight.

“Oh, ‘tis no bother. I’d rather hear about thy world, to be honest. Lordran was… a rather miserable and forlorn place. Of course it had its beauty, but… there were constantly forces of darkness threatening to overtake it, and humanity was cursed with undeath. Crime was rampant, due to civilizations falling. Though, I did manage to carve out a place of peace and safety for my followers in a gorgeous moonlit valley. But despite thousands of years of research and searching, I never found a way to save either the land or its people. For it to fade away is sadly for the best; perhaps they are free of their suffering now…”

That was rather dark. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone into such detail.

“I do not mind hearing about what you both love about your world. The prospect of other worlds is… fascinating. But it is dangerous enough to require many heroes such as thyselves?”

Jon shrugged, though he wanted to hear more about the other heroes. “I mean, in dad’s defense, he didn’t even tell me I was half alien until I was eight, and only after mom and I were kidnapped by Intergang. After that, he went back to being Superman. He didn’t have to worry about tiptoeing around me. There wasn’t a lot of time for things. Maybe that’s why he pushed me off on D for ‘training’? Not that I minded, D is pretty good at teaching.”

He listened to Lin talk about their world, and was reminded of Krypton. “Well, Earth did have it’s problems. Gangs, super villains. Though the super villains only showed up after the heroes did. We have a few aliens attacking every once in a while…. ya know I never realized how dangerous our place was, bro.” 

That was somewhat alarming. “Though it’s not terribly dangerous for me and him or dad cause we’re immune to like, everything except Kryptonite and magic. Though once people found out about Kryptonite, they started trying to find it, though B is nice and tries to make sure people don’t have any. B is one of my favorite heroes. One of. There’t too many to choose from, though you’d like Wonder Woman, she’s the best!”

He turned to Kon with a smile, taking a break from talking to eat. “What did you think of Earth?”

Listening to Lin talk about their world made Conner realize the two worlds weren’t much different — in the sense that dark forces were constantly trying to take over them. It made Conner sad a bit. Was there any world that didn’t have bad people trying to take it over? He thought.

The teen was amazed how much their father hid from Jon, but he understood why he did it. There was a growing threat and if people found out that Superman had a son, well, the media would have a field day with that. Which also meant the boy’s mother — who he assumed was Lois Lane and had no powers of her own — was at risk. Clark was a smart man, always going above and beyond to protect those he loves.