#tmthydrake

“When you said we were going to be doing ‘light work’, I wasn’t thinking it’d be boring work,” Kon grumbled as he rolled onto his back against the roof’s gravel. “How long are we gonna be staring at those guys anyways?” Ok, it was currently on Tim, doing the staring right now, seeing as how Kon’s starfish sprawl left his gaze pointed at the sky, but same difference. He was still listening.

“Oh baby biiiiiird~” Wally called out cheerfully as he sauntered into the other’s space, phone in hand. 

Realities were funny things. In one, he was best friends attached to the hip with the eldest former-Robin. In this one, he’d formed a strange, pseudo-bond with one of the youngest thanks to a mission.

Not that he was complaining, mind. The age gap wasn’t more than a few years. Enough to where they had similar mentalities still, anyway.

Stephanie sighed while holding a cup of coffee, “This coffee is bland. If only I had waffles with me too. It would be much sweeter.” She regretted ordering black coffee. It was cheaper, and she could not think clearly after she finished her mission. Luckily, one of her best friends and co-heroes Tim Drake, or his alias, Red Robin was in the scene as well. A hangout on top of a rooftop did not seem conventional, but it was their kind of location. As vigilantes, heights were the least of their worries. “How did your mission go, Boy Wonder? Mine went horrible. I swear, tonight’s not my night. I’m glad I’m back as Spoiler but...” She admitted, “This Team... That we’re in. I’m trying to get along with everyone but it doesn’t seem to work.” 

@tmthydrake

Apparently a proper suit took more than the classic hand stitching it used to, but Supes ok-ed him keeping the Superboy moniker, which meant he was free to wear the shield out proudly on whatever shirt he found and decided the help people in. They’ve actually been pretty good at compromising as they try to figure things out and Kon was glad for that. People say never meet your heroes, but Kal had thankfully not disappointed beyond their early awkwardness.

Kal couldn’t be around all the time to help mentor him or what have you, so Kon had a lot of free time on his hands in between the tests and well...the tests. He tries not to think about that too much.

There were more pleasant subjects, like how he’s got a buddy in Gotham he could pretty reliably count on to find out at like. Kon preffered to stay on the positive. So, “S” shield on and new leather jacket shucked over his shoulders, the xenomorph floated into Gotham, searching for that familiar flash of red in the dark. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to spot the vigilante perched on a rooftop, scanning what Kon had to assume was crime. He crossed his legs a floated downwards to him, till he was hanging upsidedown right in front of where Red’s lenses were pointed.

dangerous sentence starters.

“I was about to take this man’s life.” While she did not recognize the newcomer’s uniform, she recognized its style — the defenders of this planet. She flipped her sword across her back, returning it to its sheath. “Or at the very least scare him a little. He was saying some dangerous things.” Thor would not be so happy if she decided to take a human’s life here, like this; even she could recognize it was not a good move for her. The man on the ground, the robber-to-be ( brandishing a vile tongue like he brandished his weapon ), quivered slightly nonetheless. “If this is YOUR TERRITORY, I apologize. I will gladly leave him for you to punish, if you wish.”