Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-03-19 01:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | kon-el/superboy, troy barnes |
Who:Kon-El and OPEN
What:Tossing around a baseball
When:Monday morning before school
Where:Behind the complex in the alley
Warnings:tba but it depends on who tags!
To the day Kon found himself wondering what it would have been like if he'd had a normal childhood, or any childhood at all really. Would he have had a nice normal house to grow up in and normal parents to go along with it? He knew the truth, the fact of the matter was no matter how many times he thought about it he never knew what it would be like to be that kid. He was born in a lab, splicings of Lex Luthor and Superman's D.N.A. It used to drive him crazy, but these days he was pretty much over it. Nearly moved on even. It didn't matter that he didn't have a normal childhood he could still be happy if he quit worrying so much and just focused on the small things. That was exactly what he intended to do. He'd spent enough time being sad, worrying about this and that. Worrying about what everyone else thought, he just needed to focus on what he thought was right for a while or his head might explode.
His fingers wrapped around the red lace of a baseball he'd gotten from Clark. He wasn't very good at sports, but he was starting to like the way it felt in his hand. The last few days with Clark had filled a void that had been gnawing at him since the seal ripped him away. Kon was starting to feel happy again. Genuinely happy and not just forcing it for the sake of others. He looked down at the ball in his hands and smiled thoughtfully. It was a warm Monday morning, one of the rare few that month. The sun was out and somehow it made him feel almost confident again. More then he had in weeks.
Tossing the baseball up in the air and catching it again with his bare hands he smiled. "Conner Kent steps up to the plate." Conner Kent was a name he hadn't said in a long time, these days he mostly went by Kon-El. It was nice not having to hide who he was, but Conner did have a certain ring to it. Picking up a thick stick he tossed the baseball up into the air, and with a blur of his hands at a speed faster then the eye could see, he hit his own pitch on a downfall outside of the alley and took off at lightning speed. "It's outta here and the crowd goes wild-but wait, Kent goes for a surprising double play and the ball is saved from ball hell where good balls go to die!" He'd jumped into the air to grasp the ball with a single hand and landed back down on the concrete just outside the protective barrier. Without bothering to look behind him Kon was back in the alley behind the building. Trash bags and papers fluttered about from his sheer speed. When he paused he looked at the wall and sat down to throw the baseball at it catching it as it bounced back toward him.