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Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-07-11 21:30:00

Entry tags:

clark kent/superman, kon-el/superboy

Who: Clark and Kon
What: Kryptonians have angst too
When: tonight
Where: complex rooftop.
Warnings: TBA!

The city felt strange. Or was it just him? There was a possibility it was both. The aftermath of Famine had left a sour taste in the back of his throat. It almost felt like he was just disconnected from it all. He was the piece of the puzzle that got lost during shipping. There was always one when you got to the end that was missing. Things were starting to get back to normal as they always did, but he didn't feel the same effect. He was watching outside looking in. He had gone to Bella's apartment where the plants that he'd killed had turned to mulch. He didn't feel anything. He'd seen and spoken to Allana, and there was nothing there. Like nobody was home and the lights were turned off. He saw her. But he didn't understand what he was supposed to be feeling. It wasn't just the Famine induced break up talking either. There should have been something keeping him there with her.

He didn't feel like he was necessary. Connor had said he was important, Clark practically ordered him not to go looking for Kryptonite, but the things didn't connect. They didn't make sense in his head. Many things didn't. That was why he was on the roof top. He had heard from a resident that the garden was supposed to be a peaceful place. How had she put it? A quiet place. That was exactly what he needed. Normally Kon was the type who was constantly attached to the modern world. He loved his mp3 player more then life itself, if music wasn't playing something was wrong, his cell phone was a life line, if he didn't have it in his hand the world was probably ending. Kon had neither of those things on his person. Just his thoughts and a view of the city at night spread infront of him. It should have been beautiful. Night was usually a time to relax. Tim had taught him that. His best friend. Even with all of the chaos that was life with the Teen Titans, and life as Superman's clone that there was always going to be another day. Night would fall and the sun would rise. Even when everything was upside down and uncertain those were things he could count on. Stabilizers.

Kon couldn't even miss home in the place that he was in. All he could do was look up at the sky and watch the stars. The gentle night time breeze was warm, but it didn't register to him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black shirt with the House of El logo on it. His arms folded uncomfortably and nearly stiffly. The only thing he could remember was anger. Other emotions like hurt or guilt simply didn't exist. It was almost like the shut down was a reset button on his system. After Clark had finally accepted him, he had nearly moved past the fact that he was a clone. He was starting to be okay with it, but now it seemed like he was thrown thirty steps back.

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whenyouseered
2011-07-27 11:53 pm UTC (link)

Clark didn't waste any time in seeking Kon out. He had been a little ways off, taking care of a few problems red, blue, and yellow style, when he had found out that Kon was going through yet another malfunction. Was malfunction really the world that he wanted to use? It sounded so robotic. Inhumane. Wrong. Kon was none of those things. He was someone that Clark had grown to care for, someone that he had learned to trust, confide in, and be around when there was no one else in the world that he could do so with. In this time and place, where he was so thrown out of loop from all that he had left behind, it was Kon, the strange boy who had claimed to be his own clone, that Clark had found to be his closest friend.

Maybe even his best, if he was going to be honest with himself. He couldn't look at him like a science experiment gone wrong. He wasn't. He was a person, one who needed help, and Clark was going to do everything in his power to make sure Kon got out of all of this all right. He wouldn't let him fall apart. He couldn't.

Even from far off, flying towards the complex from a few blocks down at a highly elevated level, Clark could see Kon standing alone on the rooftop. He didn't look happy. But then, why would he be?

Clark carefully landed on the roof beside him, a strong hand immediately reaching out to grasp at one of Kon's shoulders. Worried blue eyes flashed toward Kon's own, standing out incredibly in combination with the blue uniform he was wearing. "How are you feeling?"

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nightwingingit
2011-08-01 08:50 am UTC (link)

Kon nearly didn't hear Clark approaching. The more he watched the stares the more anger took over. He wasn't Kryptonian. He wasn't human. He didn't need to exist. What was so hard to understand about that? Why didn't the others realize he was right? The world needed Superman, but a clone of him? What good was that doing anyone except causing more problems. The stars were bright that night. They should have been comforting, but they were only a painful reminder of what he could never be. He would never be Superman, he would always be a shadow.

Only when he felt Clark's firm grip did he turn slightly to look at him. His eyes were the same color as the Kryptonian's. Crystal blue and even his features were similar, just smaller. "Like an idiot." He replied quietly. He was physically a lot like Clark, his genetic make up was Clark's. His personality was his own. He was a lot more brash then Clark ever was. On occasion his mouth got him into trouble. He tried to be like Clark, but even growing up on a farm and being raised by Ma and Pa Kent he was never able.

His eyes shifted downward and he uncomfortably shuffled his feet. " I don't understand why you're so against me going after the Green K. " There was genuine confusion written over his face. Before Famine had struck, Kon had very nearly moved past his issues with being a clone and accepted them as part of who he was. Not what. It was almost like he had an entire system restart. He needed guidance all over again. Clark was the one he looked to. He trusted him above anyone.

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whenyouseered
2011-08-08 04:02 am UTC (link)

There was something extremely wrong here. It wasn't just the flight failure that made Kon seem remarkably different -- it was his behavior too. He seemed terribly unsure of himself, yet simultaneously all too willing to head out and put himself in harms way, knowing all too well that doing so would prove to be a dangerous task. Not in the noble, justifiable sort of way either -- it wasn't as though Kon was declaring that he was going out to fight some terrible being that needed to be stopped, one that could potentially fatally harm him -- he was talking about walking, metaphorically (because the comparison would seem silly in Kon's case otherwise) into a bullet.

It was almost suicidal and Clark found that he was very far from okay with the idea of his younger friend behaving that way. Whatever had triggered the issues in his flight seemed to be linked with his change in emotional stance and Clark, standing beside Kon now, was all too determined to see to it that he found a way to cure both of those things. Emotions first. Flight later.

"Kryptonite is fatal to us," Clark pointed out sternly, "you could walk right into a room of it without any support to back you and end up in a lot of pain. Or worse. What I don't understand is your indifference to that logic. Logic that you know is more than justified."

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