#kidtropolis

❝ i'm two dollars richer. ❞

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 Would you be the same without your powers? 」 ❞ Voice rumbles from the shadows where Hood resides. Tucked against the side of a building. Unavertable gaze pinning the super down. Something in his form screamed for blood. For visceral sinew and payment. Superboy had no debt to the Hood and usually the crime lord wouldn't look twice, but he was curious of them.

❝ 「 Or did your powers make you? 」 ❞

she keeps on her eyes on them the whole time, being a woman not of many words but of making them count when she speaks up, and she would like for the young super to understand that she is indeed talking to it, since none of the other capes are in proximity.

“are you serious? that’s what you have to say?” she pinches the bridge of her nose; not mad at him per se, or even krypto himself, but merely exasperated. “keep the mutt on a leash, for god’s sake. and that’s not very accurate unless your only reference for an average gothamite is red hood and mobsters, but i digress—”

ᯓ ratatouille prompts ᵎᵎ

gladly!

odette does not hesitate. lips are excitedly licked, her plate, forgotten about, and a forkful of kon’s orange sesame chicken is shoveled into her maw.

woman acts like every single meal she eats is the first she’s ever had. she chews open mouthed and noisily, wiggles happily in her seat as she decides that this was actually even better than her own hibachi beef bowl.    ❝ mmpph! ish s- oh. ❞

❝ no please, tell me how you really feel. ❞ her teasing voice carries down the comm. surely superboy can hear the smile that tugs at oracle's lips. she'd watched the whole thing from the safety of her tower. robin swinging into action, standing before superboy with his hands on his lip and his signature scowl. so like his father, she'd once teased. heard every word as he gave his directions. neither a please nor a thank you ever passing his lip. it's business, after all, and robin is always the leader.

❝ and, yes, he is always like that. i promise you'll get used to it. ❞ she certainly had, though not without her own grumbles over being bossed around by a child. nevertheless, ❝ i hate to admit it, but he's got a point. ❞ she supposes he usually does, even if his words are never quite sugar-coated. ❝ you don't have to like him, but you should trust him. ❞

𝕿ERRY  KNEW  THAT  LOOK  CONNOR  WORE  ON  HIS  FACE  ALL  TOO  WELL.        He  had  seen  it  on  cops  and  even  other  members  of  the  bat-fam  after  an  especially  hard  night.  Gotham  had  his  incredible  ability  to  sometimes  chew  you  up  and  spit  you  right  back  out,  and  seemed  that  this  evening  was  one  of  the  harsher  ones.  Deep  down  he  knew  why  Clark  sent  the  kid  here    (  to  check  on  Terry  who  had  been  upchucked  into  a  timeline  he  barely  knew  )     but  what  he  hadn’t  expected  was  for  tonight  to  be  the  night  that  Freeze,  once  again,  made  himself  known.  Every  single  interaction  with  the  man  always  shattered  Terry’s  heart  into  pieces.  Seeing  just  how  much  Fries  mourns  his  love   …   quite  frankly,  at  this  point  in  time,  he  truly  gets  it.  He’s  lost  everything  he’s  ever  loved  for  the  most  part  and,  while  he  can  physically  see  younger  versions  of  his  loved  ones  these  days,  that  relationship  he  had  with  them  is  gone.  The  bond  built  over  fifteen  years  was  swallowed  up  by  a  single  misstep.  So  he  gets  it.  He  truly  understands  Fries,  though  he  would  never  condone  his  actions.  Watching  Superboy  interact  with  a  villain  such  as  him  was  hard  as  well.  It  was  obvious  that  Connor  saw  the  agony  Freeze  felt,  the  pain  in  their  eyes.  Coming  face  to  face  with  that  is  tough  truly.  Even  now  hours  later,  as  the  clock  struck  a  little  bit  past  two  in  the  morning,  it  was  still  a  little  hard  for  them  both  to  process.  Terry  places  down  a  warm  cup  of  coffee  in  front  of  Connor  with  a  tender  smile,  a  cup  of  sweetened  cream  next  to  it  just  in  case  he  decides  he  wants  some.    ❝  Fries  will  be  okay,  you  know.  ❞     Terry  promises  with  a  kind  smile,  sitting  himself  down  next  to  Connor  at  the  small  kitchen  table.  They  had  landed  in  his  flat  in  Gotham,  massive  bay  windows  overlooking  the  city  and  giving  the  room  a  beautiful  cityscape  glow.    ❝  He’s  always  tough  to  come  face  to  face  with  emotionally.  There’s  only  so  much  that  can  be  done,  so  don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  it  yeah?  The  safest  place  for  him,  physically  and  emotionally,  is  in  prison.  He  cant  hurt  himself  or  others  there.  ❞