#aralin

“Superboy isn't beating Match,” she informs him pleasantly. “Probably hasn't beaten him even once. Match is just accepting what Superboy's offering. Which, on that note: Kon, oh my god, Kal and I really need to give you some tutoring on Kryptonian . . . everything, seriously. Like, that's our bad, we really should've done it properly by now, but still.” 

Kon frowns, looking confused. Kara pats his arm reassuringly. 

“It's not your fault, just I officially understand why Match gets so pissed off at just the sight of you at this point,” she tells him. “Although in my defense, I didn't realize the Agenda was actually this stupid. And I definitely didn't realize that Match was cloned before you differentiated.” 

Kon . . . frowns. 

“When did you differentiate again?” Kara asks. “Like just . . . how soon after you first met Match, exactly?” 

Kon turns red, looking embarrassed. So–basically immediately, then. Yup.

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