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Mock Up costume reference for y’all! 

Batman narrowed his eyes as the cloned Kryptonian dangled his legs from a steel beam. He hadn’t had an issue with him before, why is he here now? The Dark Knight narrowed his eyes, and kept them trained on Conner. “Why are you here?”

The clone’s eyes brighten up even more behind the mask, grinning even wider when he lets the other leg drop so they can both swing and help him jump from his place. He lands lightly on his feet in the ground, not very far from Bruce, hands behind his back.     “ Sometimes I gotta swing in, see what’s going on. Cause a little trouble, you know how it is. Anything new and fun in Gotham? ”

@pseudcsuper liked for a starter

“What the hell?“ That utters out spotting the kryptonian clone. He had run into his fair share of supers before. Knowledge of multiverses, and the unfortunate and uncanny ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time had led Thad into these situations before, and meeting versions of people he knew that were not the ones he was familiar with. Being a speedster–correction being a formerly dead speedster–was a complicated and messy affair.

“Who the hell are you?“ Because Thad knew he was not staring at the the Superboy he was familiar with. He was shorter and younger seeming for one, and two: he doubted the Superboy he knew would be somewhere as sketchy as this.

The Superboy Thad knew probably also wouldn’t look so beat to shit either, but there is Conner, mask pulled down around his throat, exposed in a way this version normally isn’t. Not only is he younger and leaner, but there are scars in his skin, something that is unlike most versions of himself. One does stands particularly well, though, where runs from his throat up across his cheek till it comes just over the bridge of his nose. The scar is only obscured slightly by the domino on his face, also completely unlike any other self.

Still, he stands in the alley way, looking repeatedly over his shoulder while he listens and waits, for something or someone. And instead of getting what he is looking for, Thad sounds, forcing Conner’s whited out eyes to focus on he sudden noise. 

Mock up grins from where he is in the beams of the old building, one leg hung down and swinging while the other is propped up for his masked chin to rest on. Even under the leather, there is a clear grin, cocky, eager to cause a little chaos in Gotham. Eager to cause a little upheaval in Batman’s life.

If only for a moment, the cheerful smile slips when he sees the scar. He feels his stomach burn with anger aimed at whoever had done that to his friend, but he stifles it to keep the mood light. He starts to float off the ground, trying to appear even taller. 

“Nuh-uuuuh. I’m 5 an’ a half!” When he was floating above the floor, he was obviously taller. “I’m gonna be super duper tall! Taller than you! I’m already taller than you!” He giggled again, starting to ball up in the air. 

Jon hasn’t changed too much, appearance wise. There looked to be a fading of hair dyes in his hair, red and blue, of course. But they were almost hardly visible now. But aside from a slight increase in his height and hair dye attempts, he is still just that small kid who befriended Conner previously. 

“What’s been up with you?? Anything changed with you?? Do you need anything to eat or drink? I gotta be a good host ya know, cause now yer my guest!”

   “ Good news, I’m not that tall anyway. ”

Conner is really aware of that recently, almost every alternate of himself he has ran into in the last few months has either been taller or bulkier then he is. He doesn’t mind, likes his slim and compact build, he’s still just as strong as the rest of his counter parts, even if he ends up being a few inches shorter then most. 

He spends a moment admiring the faded hair dye, even reaches to gently card his hand through his hair with that lax loo. 

Jon heard him coming from a mile away (literally). Immediately, he’d rushed to the door and waited excitedly for the door to be knocked on. The moment Conner’s fist connected to the door, it was flung open and the teen was given a tackle hug. 

“YOU’RE BACK, YOU’RE BACK, YOU’RE BACK!!! Where have you been? Are you ok?? Are you hungry??? Come inside! Don’t just stand there like a stranger!” He jumped off of him and started to pull Conner inside, bouncing with every step. He couldn’t stop grinning. Although he was sure his dad already knew someone was here, since he could hear just as well any other Super, since Jon wasn’t screaming in terror, his dad must have decided it was ok to leave this person alone.

“What have you been up to? What’s with the funny face mask? It’s just me!” He giggled, trying to pull Conner inside the house.

Jon’s excitement is contagious, Conner can feel his heart leap in his chest when the teen is all to damn happy to fling open the door to greet him. Of course Jon had known he was coming.     “ Hey- yeah, I - ! ” Drug into the house, Conner gives one last look over his shoulder, just to be sure, before the door shuts behind them and he feels like he is back on safe grounds. The mask that had been up and over his nose is gently pulled down so Jon can see him, maybe even see a new-ish scar that now comes up and around his jaw line, not unlike the one already running across the opposite cheek.