Who:Kon and Bart! What:Racing possibly, catching up definitely! When:Today Where:A 7-11 and then the city! Poor city. Many many apologizes for two speed demons. warnings:TBA! unlikely any
Bart had said it was a game. That was exactly like the Bart he remembered. He went through life that way. It worried Kon. In this world they were literally headed toward an apocalypse, what if Bart didn't take it seriously? There was no way that Kon could just let that happen. He was going to make sure Bart understood exactly what was happening and what was at stake. He wouldn't lose him to a demon now that he had him here, he couldn't. He wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to anyone he cared about, but Bart was a special case. He couldn't lose him again. Again? Where had that even come from? Shaking his head he focused on the task ahead.
7-11? That doesn't give me much to go on. There are at least fifteen in this city alone. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his dark hair and took off from the complex at lightning speed. Faster then the blink of an eye he'd promised, and he was determined. Bart was his best friend from home, but that didn't mean he didn't want to beat him and put him in his place whenever possible. Competition was good for the soul. From the outside view it looked like there was a red and blue blur streaking through the city. To Kon it was as though time itself had slowed down. He could see everyone and everything clearly ahead of him even if others could not by at least a few seconds.
Within a few seconds he'd checked thirteen out of fifteen stores and no sign of Bart. He was running out of time if he wanted to win the metaphorical competition. Finally he caught a glimpse of red and yellow outside the final 7-11 just like promised and skidded to a stop. A few newspapers from outside stands fell from their stacks and Kon grinned. "Faster then a speeding bullet." With a confident look. He was back to wearing an outfit similar to the one he owned in their Young Justice days, red and blues, but this time lacking tights. He was out of the tights phase. He wondered how long it would be before Allana started questioning Bart's choice of costume.
"I win." He stated as he pulled a pair of dark shades away from his face and smirked.