#waywren

piercing one of his ears so they can be matchies and split one pair of earrings between them

getting all his favorite recipes from ma kent and saving them to his phone so he can always make Konfort Food as needed

memorizing his entire lengthy curl care routine and keeping his apartment bathroom stocked with all of kon's favorite hair products even before they're officially dating

giving him shotgun and aux cord privileges in the redbird, again even before they're dating

Most things really do hurt, lately.

Mostly everything hurts, lately.

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He really did think they were friends, at least.

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*gasp* so few wives! Not Even One!! I'm sorry I happened to see this and that line is just absolutely hysterical 😂

I can’t seem to find it. Does anyone else know this one?

He'd kinda just assumed Match wouldn't exist anymore, when he'd found out that the whole stupid fucking reality had gone and pulled a reset around his own stupid existence and just clipped him out of its existence. 'Cuz like—how could he have, without a "Superboy" on tap to rip off the genes of?

"I don't get it," Suzie says again, and Kon really, really hates the turn the conversation's taken. "Does he not like nests? Yours smells so nice! And it's so cute!"

Kon's eyes burn, and his throat feels like he's choking on something, just for a second.

Superboy is staring blankly at Tim like the creepy little freak is the only other thing in the world, and even from here Jason can see how dilated the other's pupils are. And also how incredibly, intensely blue his eyes are, which somehow look even brighter than they usually do. Which sure is a goddamn achievement, fucking Christ.

“Yeah, about that,” Jason says, his eyes still narrowed as he puts a hand on the gun in his thigh holster. “I really need to know if you are Tim Drake, because I very much feel like if Tim Drake was back on-planet, there’d be some additional company here.” 

“Hell,” Tim mutters again. “I don’t know why Nova isn’t here, I just figured he was asleep or something. I mean, it’s late, he gets up early.” 

“Yeah, it’s definitely you, you’re the only fuckwit who’d ever think Supernova would actually sleep with you MIA,” Jason snorts dubiously, dropping his hand away from his thigh holster. Tim . . . cannot actually argue with the validity of that verification method, admittedly. 

“I might not be me,” he replies anyway, folding his arms maybe a little peevishly. Jason rolls his eyes so hard it’s obvious even through the domino.