#kryptonianboy

it’s been so long since he’s seen kon-- in front of him-- living, breathing, real. he doesn’t know if he can handle it. he’d only just started to really get over him-- to let him go. mourned & lost-- fondly remembered but in a place beyond him where tim couldn’t reach. tim hoped that if heaven had existed-- kon was there. ( probably flirting with big busted angels, if his best friend had his way of the afterlife. ) but now he’s--- not dead. not at all & it’s not that tim isn’t happy about that. he’s delighted.

     this world is a better place with superboy in it. but it also means-- owning up to certain things. emotional choices made in the crushing shadows of grief that had made it feel at first-- that the sun had gone out of the world completely. 

( he’d been even more brooding than bruce, those first terrible months. )

it hadn’t just been the loss of kon. it’d been kon that was the straw that broke him, already crumbling from the deaths of his father & stepmother & steph & for a short time bruce as well. & then kon. the last thing he could bear, the that had broken him. 

      tim is selfish conscious about being broken. he knows he’s a human in a meta-human game. being broken is such a-- a human trait. a vulnerable one. you can’t just be human & keep pace with the both the good & bad guys. you needed to be better, it’s what bruce had always taught him.

he looks up at him, set against the dark rainy sky of a gotham night...he’s pretty much the brightest star that tim could hope for. the only one that he wants to see. & as happy as he is to see him-- tim wants to bolt. to run away from this. go home, home to his son. to the best thing he’d taken from the wreckage that had been his life. a precious seed of something that’d kept tim going even when he’d wanted to just stop. to let go. he’s got the cowl on...needs it for the moment. the barrier it provides...no matter how slight it is. 

“ hey kon. you look-- “ he looks good, he looks like the best dreams that tim has that hurt more than the nightmares for a while because he’d always awoken to the cold knowledge that they weren’t real.

↖ - The diary entry from the day our muse’s met.

July 4

Dear Diary,

We (and by that I mean Wally, Aqualad and I) broke into Cadmus (against the League’s orders), and found some sort of clone of Clark, but younger. We’re gonna call him Superboy for now. Wally got to convince them to let him stay over. 

i just checked my tag and there’s stuff i didn’t even see from 6 months ago. is the tag system crapped up or what?

First place goes to 5.noflamesnogames​

Second place goes to 8.celerisms​

Third place goes to 9.kryptonianboy​