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(look - I picked the latest bc it encompass the fic so well, sue me)

Kon couldn't believe he was gaslight, gatekeeping, and girl bossing Thad Thawne so much it was partially working on him as well.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Superman (Comics), Reign of the Supermen (2019), Superboy (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent Additional Tags: 13 Kon's, Yes 13, Dunno how to add this in the character tags so -, 13 Kons are: Black Zero from Hypertime Kont aka New 52 Kon Galatea aka genderbent Kon, Kon Lionel aka bald TT 2003 Kon Spider-boy aka that Peter Parker Kon fusion dude, Carl whos just a redhead Kon, SuperRob from Hypertime who was the version of Kon that took over Robin when Tim died, because Thats What Straight Men Do, Match who doesnt show up here or Id tag him Conner doesnt show up but its tshirt Kon, Conal is Kon from World Without Young Justice aka depowered never powered Kon, Alex is Smallville!Kon my beloved but he doesnt show either, then theres K-13 who is RotS Kon and last but not least Kon himself aka classic 90s boy, do I care that K-13 is actually K-12 in this scenario? No I dont leave me alone -, Also yes the name of this fic is a Kingdom Hearts pun bc Me Summary:

In which all 13 clones survive Cadmus' experimentation. Yes, all 13 of them

Jason scratched the back of his head.

“Er... A bit too late for that?”

Match squinted. “How long has this been going on?”

Kon and Jason exchanged looks. Next to Jason, Tim’s eyes darted back and forth. On the bright side, Match seemed distracted and wasn’t attacking in a frenzy anymore. On the other hand, Wendy, Steph, and Carla were all down for the count and Steph’s leg was bent at an angle Tim did not like.

“... I mean, fuck Jay, how long has it been?”

“You’re asking me? HOW SHOULD I KNOW!”

“You always remember the anniversaries!”

“Well, yeah, remembering a fucking day isn’t hard, but *come on*, its been at least a century,”

Tim blinked. Wait, what?

“I think its closer to two?” Kon tilted his head.

Jason seemed to consider this. “Fuck, I think you’re right.”

Tim gaped a bit. Wha- What???

“You’ve been dating my little brother for the last 200 fucking years and neither of you thought to mention it to me?!” Match yelled, sounded offended.

“It’s on and off,” Kon defended.

“I mean, I think we’ve stayed steady for the last 50 years?” Jason countered.

Kon considered that. “Okay, point, point.”

Match spluttered a bit, looking more offended by the second as Tim’s confusion mounted. “You- you two- I- *Wait,*” Match’s voice became a hiss, turning to glare at Jason, eyes glowing a bit red. Tim couldn’t help but flinch a bit, not wanting to get another taste of whatever in the hell eye magic Match used to blast fucking laser beams. “You mean to fucking tell me you’ve been banging my little brother for the last two centuries and you haven’t made an honest man out of him yet and put a ring on that finger??”

“You expect me and Kon to walk into a church and not combust on entry?” Jason asked, voice incredulous.

Match paused, eyes returning to normal. “Okay,” Kon’s double nodded, “I’ll admit, thats a good point. Either of you on consecrated ground would probably be mess.”

“We’re also legally dead,” Kon added helpfully.

Tim was going to hit them. He wasn’t sure which one, but he was going to smack at least one of them.

Then, Match pouted. It was very bizarre watching a guy who’d just nearly murdered you pouting, but that’s exactly what Match was doing.

“I’m offended neither of you bothered to say anything to me. I mean, okay, maybe at first I’d get it, but you’ve been going steady for 50 years, do I not have any rights?”

“Match, anytime we meet you’re usually trying to torch down a town for funsies,” Kon snapped.

To this, Match shrugged. “I mean, what else am I suppose to do with humans?”

Kon Week Day 4: Conner Luthor and Superbros/Superfam

Preview:

Kon decided the blunt approach would be best and spoke out, "I'm not here to fight you, Match."

Kon could see the disbelief splay across Match's face. looking at Match was always odd. It was like looking into a twisted mirror, gazing into the broken shard of said mirror that showed possibilities of what could have been.

Despite everything, Kon could never hate Match. He could hate Amanda Spence with an unending passion, and likely would until the end of his days, but Match?

Match was just another victim, caught in the storm of someone else's war. Like this base. Match had been discarded, cast aside the second the Agenda felt like they had no further use for him, and the idea of that alone made Kon furious.

Clones weren't meant to be used as weapons, tossed aside the moment they'd lost their use. Clones were people. They lived, they breathed, they laughed, they cured, they felt. They existed. Kon existed. Match existed. Guardian existed.

Match was a person- his brother- and Kon refused to leave him behind.

Kon Week Day 2: Rarepair

Preview:

Just as Conner was about to piece together exactly what was going on, his sharp eyes locked onto the object clutched in Gar's hands, and all analytic thought went straight out the window, because was that the next Harry Potter book?

Gar seemed to catch onto his excitement and grinned at him. "If your done murdering our equipment, I found the next book."

Conner quickly withdrew his arm from the punching bag, making his way over. If he'd had a tail, it would be wagging.

... Up until the moment Gar handed him the book. Conner frowned, confusion filling him, as he looked up, meeting Gar's eyes with his own.

"I hope you like that one! Personally, my favorite is the next one, but Goblet of Fire is also pretty good!" Gar said.

Conner shot Gar a look that could only be accurately described as a kicked puppy look.

Gar frowned. "What's wrong?"

Conner didn't even consider lying. "I was hoping that you'd read it to me again?"

Gar spluttered like a fish out of water, his pale skin going red. Through it all, Conner kept on pouting at him, because he hadn't lied. He really did want Gar to read to him.

Gar had a really pretty voice.

"I- that face you're waking at me is not fair," Gar said, and Conner couldn't help but smile. Gar squinted at him before letting out a sigh, relenting. "Okay, okay, I'll read this one to you too, you giant muscle himbo."

Conner didn't know what a 'muscle himbo' was, but that didn't stop him from letting out a happy cheer.