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In my mind, Tim has always been a mama's boy and Janet Drake haunts him at every possible opportunity.

(It's a personal headcanon that Tim liked to take good care of himself and have nice things, his mother spoiled him like that and Jack never saw a problem, since he himself was quite vain, but after his mother died he simply couldn't do it anymore, Jack noticed, but just like him, it didn't matter anymore, not without Janet.

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He's always been told he looks like his mother, Tim never really sees it until he's in his twenties and looks in the mirror one random day, his eyes widen and he holds back a scream, because it's his mother's face staring back at him, with short dark hair, but it's the same shape, it's the same nose and high cheekbones, it's all the same and Tim feels his throat tighten.

It's been a long time, that's the thing about grief, it grabs you on a random day and sticks until it sucks everything in.

He looks in the mirror and remembers years ago, sitting next to his mother watching her get ready, remembers Janet telling him what each product did, remembers his mother putting glittery things on her face and her hair smelling like fruit, her expensive perfume, he remembers looking at her and thinking she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

(The glittery eyeshadows and lip glosses always ran out on his face, Janet gave him the products that were almost gone, Tim kept them in his own room, along with a collection of fancy toiletries that his mother always brought him from various places, Janet brought him jewelry, shoes and clothes, Tim kept them and never touched any of them after she left, he never had the courage to wear anything in front of his father for fear of what he would think. The makeup and pretty clothes were a secret between him and his mother.)

(When he became Robin and later was adopted, he thought about it sometimes, he thought about the eyeshadows and lip glosses whenever he got ready for galas, he thought about the pretty blouses his mother brought him, but he did nothing about it.)

(Robin is not pretty, Robin has to be someone strong who inspires hope. Red Robin is not pretty, Red Robin is serious and dark, Tim Drake is not pretty, he is a businessman.)

"You look beautiful, Mommy." he always told her, he would come over and sit on her lap, Janet would dab some blush on his cheeks and put highlighter on Tim's nose, looking at the reflection he saw both of them, Janet the living beauty and Tim, smiling at the reflection because mommy was amazing "Do I look pretty?"

"As if you could be anything but gorgeous darling."

He can't breathe, he doesn't remember her smell, her smile, her voice or anything else.

But, he remembers that he is her son.

With shaking hands he reaches into a drawer of his bathroom cabinet, there is a makeup bag that Cassie and the girls kept in Tim's apartment in Gotham for when they needed it, usually Tim would use concealer and something to hide the occasional pimple, but today he pulls out the whole bag and remembers his mom teaching him how to do it all.

When he's done there is silver shimmery eyeshadow on his eyes, a subtle black eyeliner, his cheeks are rosy and his lips are shiny with gloss.

His mother's face looks back at him in the mirror, he hears her words "So beautiful."

Tim smiles a little, he looks at the bathroom, the standardized hygiene products and frowns, he remembers the brands his mother bought, he thinks he can find them.

Because Janet died and took all of Tim's self-care with her, but Janet would not tolerate a poorly cared for son, she would not allow dark circles under his eyes, she would not allow dry skin or, God forbid, pimples.

His mother took good care of him, she always did, it was painful to take care of himself after she was gone, because there was no more beauty, there was no more her to make everything beautiful and necessary, Janet took the colors and perfumes with her when she left and Tim thinks he never really got them back.

Now, in his twenties, he thinks it might be time to bring back his mother’s beautiful side (because he embodied Janet every day in his work, in the way he chewed on pen handles, in the way he swigged energy drinks, in the way he smiled at people and charmed them, it was all Janet, everything he picked up from watching his mother.)

He picks up his phone and texts Cassie, Cissie, Anita, and Greta to schedule an emergency trip to buy clothes and makeup.

Tim can breathe again, and his mother’s reflection in the mirror looks just as pleased as he does.

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The Harbingers have an order that must be followed at all costs: keep Tartaglia alive and preferably in one piece.

Yes, it's an official order from the Tsaritsa and all, but the real reason they're often looking after the boy is quite simple, everyone is terrified of the mayor.

Pulcinella is a politician, he can and will make their lives hell if he has a reason, he's done it before and he'll do it again, and everyone in Snezhnaya knows that the most effective way to arouse the mayor's (and the Archon's) wrath is to let something happen to the youngest.

Fatuus: Sir, Lord Tartaglia is leading the battalion.

Pantalone, looking at the giant army of flying, terrestrial and underground ruin monsters and remembering that he just managed to convince the mayor to sell him a piece of public land: OH HELL NO!

Tartaglia has no idea about this, for them the veterans always accompany him or save him because they don't believe he can handle things alone and to make fun of him at some point.

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THE VOICES WON AND FORCED ME TO WRITE THIS SHORT THING HERE

part 2 of this

"He's not mad at you." Dick's voice reaches her in Titans Tower, Cassie doesn't turn around and waits for Nightwing to sit next to her in the kitchen balloon "He doesn't seem to be mad at anyone actually."

Cassie isn't surprised, Tim has always been good at this kind of thing, he holds his grudges deep inside and waits for them to fester in forgiveness, a forgiveness that is never truly sincere in Cassie's opinion, Tim is spiteful, he never forgets an offense, but he seems to think that family is the exception to that rule. Tim thinks he has forgiven them all, Cassie is not going to be the one to burst that bubble.

"I know he's not mad at me."

A pause

"So he's mad at the rest of us?"

"Who knows, he's always been a strange little boy, swallowing a lot of stuff until it rots inside." Cassie shrugged, she smiled a little at that "I thought that's what they taught you guys, you know, to suck it up and pretend everything's fine, for the sake of the mission and all that shit."

"I guess so."

"Then you can't expect anything else from him now, Tim always learned his lessons. The ones that were taught on purpose and the ones that weren't." Cassie looked at Dick "You want to know why he's so cool with me while he seems to have sucked a lemon in your presence, right?"

"Yeah, you didn't believe him either and he doesn't seem to have a problem with that."

Cassie thinks about the roof, about their conversation, about how whether she believed Tim or not didn't matter, it wouldn't change his mind about going, she thinks about the pieces that were left of him after those months away, she thinks about the fall from the window, she thinks about how her heart shook when she saw the footage, how Conner turned white and grabbed her hand and Bart cowered against her as if he'd been punched.

"Because it didn't matter." Cassie told Dick and added just to make it hurt "I don't care about any of you, frankly I didn't doubt that Tim would bring Bruce back, whether it was the right version or not, whether he was alive or not, a Bruce would come back with him without a doubt. My belief in Batman was never a problem, because he never mattered. Tim knows, he always knew that I hoped he was dead, not because I doubted his sanity, but for personal reasons. Batman coming back was never important, the important thing was that Tim came back."

Dick is silent for a long time, digesting the last part, finally he lets out a long sigh of exhaustion, Cassie doesn't envy him, it must be hell to be the oldest son of such a shitty family, seeing those people made Cassie thankful for being an only child.

"Do you think he'll ever forgive us?"

Cassie thinks Tim will suck it up and pretend until it becomes true in his crazy little head, he'll go on with his life like that, because otherwise there would be screaming and conflicts and God forbid bats have conflicts to solve their problems.

In a moment of pity, she doesn't tell Dick this, she says:

"He got Conner and Bart back, that will clear his mind of brooding over his grudges against all of you."

Dick just nods and leaves her alone, Cassie sighs, stupid bats, Tim was an idiot too, but he was her idiot.

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The thing with me is that I always preferred writing family relationships and friendships over romance (not that there isn't romance in my stories, but in the beginning they were pretty weak) as the years went by and when I finally started to open up about my writing, story and characters to a friend, she told me that I did family conflict very well (thank you Latin America for being so rich and conflicted in your family realities), but what she really liked about what I said about my stories was how I made my characters human.

When she told me that she could relate to some situations and some characters, I almost cried, like, my work was done.

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Kon and Anita were the sexual awakening of all the YJ members and I die on this hill.

(slightly inspired by a canonical event of a group of friends of mine)

… Kon and Anita dancing something together at a party, they are holding each other, Kon's hand guides Anita's waist in synchronized and suggestive movements, they roll their bodies together, amused smiles on their faces.

Cassie completely speechless watching from the table: guys, I think I realized something.

Cissie drinking half a liter of water because her throat is dry: I think I realized something too.

Tim, who was wetting the entire table because the hand holding the water bottle was shaking and his brain seemed to have shorted out: yeah, me too.

Greta, who had gone to the bathroom, comes back: hey what are you guys looking at so much… Jesus Christ.

Everyone: Yeah.

Bart, coming back from the bar with another round of drinks, looks at the dance floor, blinks and says: guys, I think I am…

everyone: Yeah, us too.

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« I think what people were is less important than what they are. And what people are is less important than what they could be. »

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Don't you hate it when your friend's family sucks and you can only watch as your friend gets screwed over because of it.

A conversation between Tim and Cassie shortly after he left to go after Bruce, in a headcanon of mine Tim stopped to talk to Cassie before diving headfirst into his search mission.

This is a very short version of what I really think this conversation between them would be like, the full and much more painful version will be for a possible future project of mine.

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"That's it." Cassie says in the calm she usually reserves for hysterical civilians "You're leaving me, after everything that's happened, you're choosing to leave me behind."

"It's not that, Cassie, I have to go." Tim shakes his head "I have to try, even if I'm wrong, or I won't be able to be at peace for the rest of my life."

"And don't you think about what will be left while you're gone? The people who will be here, waiting for you."

Cassie asks, she doesn't put any real force into the words, because she knows how Tim is, there's no point in yelling or kicking, he's already made up his mind about the matter and Cassie knows how determined her boys are, she herself being just as much as they are.

She sees the exact moment that the phrase "there's no one waiting for me" passes through Tim's eyes, but he doesn't say it. Cassie sees how his eyes open, seeming to realize, remember, that he has people outside of that hell called Gotham. For the first time in months, Tim seems to remember that, in fact, he was someone outside of that city and that mess he calls family, that his life is not just that little bubble.

Tim seems to remember that there are still people alive who care about him like Timothy Drake and not just his vigilante self.

"I have to go." He seems embarrassed to say it. "Cassie…"

"What am I going to tell the girls? Have you thought about this? That it's not just me? That I'm going to have to explain to Cissie, Greta and Anita that their best friend threw himself into an uncertain mission across the world alone?" Cassie is so tired of this, it's always been like this, Tim giving his all for others, for the so-called family, Cassie is tired of seeing it, she hates them, she hates Tim for putting himself in this position over and over again, so she can't hold back her venom when she blurts out "After everything, do you think we can handle another death, Tim?"

He physically backs away, taking a step back from the roof of her house, but Cassie is irritated, she's exhausted and she's terrified of the possibility, because she's lost Kon and Bart and if she loses her last active member too, Cassie doesn't think she'll recover.

She can't lose Tim, not her Robin, they only had each other in the hero world now, it should be them against the world.

Cassie takes a step forward, furious with him and the world.

"I don't even know why I try, nothing will make you change your mind. It's always like this, you always choose them. We spent years of our lives together in battle and out of it, we were heroes and teenagers together, I patched up your wounds, dried your tears and supported you in every trial they put you through. And yet you choose them." Cassie found herself screaming without even wanting to, tears streaming down her face and Tim is crying too, silent as was fitting for an aristocrat "You promised, after what happened, you promised us that we would be together, that you would be there for all of us and now there you go, risking your life to save a man…"

"He's my father."

And Cassie is exhausted, she wants to make it hurt, to see if miraculously he realizes how wrong this whole idea of ​​traveling alone is.

"Yes, we both know he wasn't a good enough father to justify this trip."

Tim takes a deep breath. Cassie doesn't back down. Tim looks at her, so much pain and mourning together, but he has already thought of a way to make up for it, he has always been good at making up for things, he spent his life making bargains, a good Robin to be considered a son, a good son so as not to lose Robin.

And look how it ended.

"It will be the last time." he promises her "When I bring him back. It's the last time I'll do something like this. I just need to fix the family one last time."

Cassie looks at him, Tim's eyes practically begging her to give in and Tim only has her and the girls to support his madness now and Cassie feels that leaving him alone will be worse, if Tim dies and they have ended up like this, fighting, Cassie will feel a lot of regret.

"You have a year before I take the girls and hunt you down." Cassie tells him to go "Go, before I change my mind."

Tim nodded, he approached her uncertainly, she rolled her eyes and opened her arms, he melted into her with a pained sigh.

"I'll be back." He pulled away, slipped a mask over his face and assumed the vigilante persona "If anyone asks, this meeting didn't happen."

Cassie rolled her eyes watching him jump off the roof.

Cassandra hopes Batman is dead, because that's the only way to free Tim, she hates Batman, hates him so much that when he died she dared to think that they were finally free of the shadow, that Tim would see the light.

A part of her knows that Tim will find that guy, the family will be mended, and she will get what's left of Tim back to rebuild the way it always was.

(Sometimes she still thinks she can feel the pinch of his nails on her arm when he talks about life in No Man's Land, sometimes Cassie swears she feels the ice in her veins like she did when he told her about the Clench, and sometimes Cassie remembers how he shook when he went into a tailspin at sixteen.)

Cassandra just sighs, it's going to be a long year.

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After years of running away from the subject, I finally started studying Tarot and Lenormand at the end of last year and man, I feel like a different person.

Much lighter and with a much clearer mind, I feel like I'm finally able to breathe a little for the first time in YEARS.

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I will never get over the grief of my teenage self losing all the fanfics I had written in my life because the computer broke and now I can't remmeber what half of them was about.

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I would like to say that I have a sequel, but I don't, if you write one please let me know, I would also like to read the reactions.

a scene that has been going around in my mind for a while, I don't know if I'll use it for anything, but I'd better write it down to free up some space in my head.

"It wasn't grief, no, it was my sixteenth birthday, it was the lesson."

Tim says this at the dinner table, his voice is very calm, he doesn't seem to care much about what he was saying, as if he was just correcting what had just been discussed, something about the stages of grief, he wasn't paying much attention until they mentioned the period of mourning for Bruce and how each of them got screwed, then everyone went silent and looked at him waiting for his story.

He had a lot of experience with grief indeed, but not with Bruce.

"I mean, I was in mourning and clearly went to a lot of questionable places because of it, but it wasn't grief that made me believe Bruce was alive, no, I've always learned quickly, it only took one lesson, I learned it and I'll take it with me for the rest of my life."

"What are you talking about?" Jason's voice is firm, not betraying his curiosity.

"Don't trust Batman." Tim drops the bombshell with ease and he can see how much it makes everyone seem lost and ready to fight him for it, because Batman is trustworthy. "I don't think that's exactly what he wanted to teach me, I think it was something about not blindly trusting your friends, but it kind of backfired. If Cassie tells me to jump into a burning volcano I'd ask her if she wants me to do a stunt, Batman asks me the same thing? I'll do tests to see if it's really him."

He can see, everyone is frozen, even Bruce seems truly shocked, he doesn't even get fazed, he knows that his training was an anomaly from the other students, he knows that the hard lessons are only for him.

"Drake, what are you talking about?"

"Don't worry Damian, I don't think he's going to teach you that lesson, you can trust him, all of you can, I'm already suspicious enough for all of us."

Bruce finds his voice "Tim, I don't…"

Tim looks at Bruce, straight at him "Look me in the eyes and tell me you're going to give him or anyone here the same gift you gave me when I was sixteen."

Bruce is speechless.

Tim smiles, just as he thought, the lesson was his alone, the hard ones were always his.

So no, he doesn't trust Batman, not even to die and stay dead.

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oh to miss something that is just a dream to others

a conversation between Kon and Kara lost in time that would be part of an old fic idea, a much more simplistic version of the whole thing actually because I lost the original when my computer broke

"Sometimes, it feels like we haunt you."

Kon says this to Kara with some care, she appreciates the fact that he tries to be gentle with this subject, appreciates it enough to gesture for him to continue his thought.

"You look at us and it feels like you're seeing ghosts, sometimes it feels like everything around you causes you pain." Kon touched her hand gently, Kara let her head fall on his shoulder in response "It's hard, isn't it? Waking up in a world that's not familiar at all."

And isn't it? Kara loves her life on Earth, she does, she loves her city, her friends and all the beautiful horrors of this place, but when she looks at her family gathered on the farm, she can't help but ponder the endless What Ifs?

What would it be like, back on their home planet? Would House El be bigger? Would she have more cousins? Would she have siblings? Could she hold all of Kal's children when they were babies? Would she have taught Kon or Jon to fly? Would they get together for the holidays? Would they live nearby?

"I haunt you all too."

She knows she does, they look at her, the living memory of the home they never lived, and they wonder too what it would have been like to be House El in that place, would it have been less painful? A civilian life, lived far from the horrors of the hero world.

Kara's home was just a dream to them, it hurts her almost as much as the longing.

"I don't think any of us can really stop wondering." Kon murmured into her hair "I'm sorry Kara."

"It's just the way things are, we can't stop thinking about what would have been, but we're okay." Kara pulled away from him and ruffled Kon's curly hair "If we weren't here, you wouldn't have existed, and neither would Jon. There's no point in thinking about what House El could have been on Krypton, not when our future is here on Earth."

"I really think Luthor would have found someone to obsess over." Kon frowned. "I could be half Hal Jordan or something."

Kara laughed.

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a scene that has been going around in my mind for a while, I don't know if I'll use it for anything, but I'd better write it down to free up some space in my head.

"It wasn't grief, no, it was my sixteenth birthday, it was the lesson."

Tim says this at the dinner table, his voice is very calm, he doesn't seem to care much about what he was saying, as if he was just correcting what had just been discussed, something about the stages of grief, he wasn't paying much attention until they mentioned the period of mourning for Bruce and how each of them got screwed, then everyone went silent and looked at him waiting for his story.

He had a lot of experience with grief indeed, but not with Bruce.

"I mean, I was in mourning and clearly went to a lot of questionable places because of it, but it wasn't grief that made me believe Bruce was alive, no, I've always learned quickly, it only took one lesson, I learned it and I'll take it with me for the rest of my life."

"What are you talking about?" Jason's voice is firm, not betraying his curiosity.

"Don't trust Batman." Tim drops the bombshell with ease and he can see how much it makes everyone seem lost and ready to fight him for it, because Batman is trustworthy. "I don't think that's exactly what he wanted to teach me, I think it was something about not blindly trusting your friends, but it kind of backfired. If Cassie tells me to jump into a burning volcano I'd ask her if she wants me to do a stunt, Batman asks me the same thing? I'll do tests to see if it's really him."

He can see, everyone is frozen, even Bruce seems truly shocked, he doesn't even get fazed, he knows that his training was an anomaly from the other students, he knows that the hard lessons are only for him.

"Drake, what are you talking about?"

"Don't worry Damian, I don't think he's going to teach you that lesson, you can trust him, all of you can, I'm already suspicious enough for all of us."

Bruce finds his voice "Tim, I don't…"

Tim looks at Bruce, straight at him "Look me in the eyes and tell me you're going to give him or anyone here the same gift you gave me when I was sixteen."

Bruce is speechless.

Tim smiles, just as he thought, the lesson was his alone, the hard ones were always his.

So no, he doesn't trust Batman, not even to die and stay dead.

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kinda a wip? who knows.

how Conner Kent became Conner Luthor Kent

Kon realizes one afternoon when he, Tim, Bart and the girls are relaxing at a resort that is too expensive for any of them (except Cissie) to afford that, damn it, he can't go out with Timothy Drake if he's a nobody.

Tim is a prodigy, smart, rich and handsome and Conner could be the trophy husband, he would be so happy with that, but YJ's life plan is to get Tim out of Gotham and keep him from killing himself working as a civilian and in the nightlife.

Conner would never take Tim from his comfortable life, ruled by luxury and money, in Gotham to stick him in a student apartment in a corner of Metropolis, no, that wasn't right, if he wanted to date Tim Drake he should be someone important, someone who can afford the life of luxury that his dear Robin was born into.

People tend to think of Conner as a good country soul, he is, but half of him comes from a hateful little man who conquered Metropolis and made his entire empire.

Kon is intelligent, he has a lot of knowledge dormant in his mind, above all, people underestimate him because of the exterior he shows, so it's very easy.

He shows up at Luthor Corp (formerly Lex Corp, renamed after, well, Lex Luthor screwed up and got arrested, he did a lot for Kon to remember). Lex's sister is officially in charge, but the board of directors runs the company, so Kon schedules a meeting with Lena Luthor, arrives in his civilian clothes, tells her he'd like to know what's going on with the company now that Lex is in jail. Lena explains that the company is only in one piece thanks to the board's herculean effort to prevent bankruptcy (a lot of people would lose their jobs and benefits because of that), Lex was the entire mind behind that company, no one could understand the notes he left or decode what his plans for the future of the company were about.

Kon looks at the sheets of notes from the notebooks Lex left and translates: You should sell the branches of the department stores in Australia, despite the profit, something will happen in the market that will make them bankrupt, it's better to sell at the peak of profit.

The board of directors looks at him like he's Jesus come back.

So it starts, he sits in on meetings translating and decoding the crap Luthor left behind and a few weeks later he has an office, months later he's using the man's old office and by the end of that year he's managed to get Lena to sign the company over to him with the full support of everyone important who worked there.

And boy, is that a lot of money, Kon manages to set up a college fund for Jon, buys new tractors for the farm and rebuilds the barn into something decent, he donates new computers to the Daily Planet (Lois almost cried over that), he also helped Kara finance an apartment in Metropolis for when she needed it.

The best part is that Kon loves his job and everyone else in the company loves him. All the money that Luthor Corp makes is practically given back to the community. In the space of a year, Conner Luthor (whose family relationship with Lex is unknown) built homes for the unfortunate, paid off student loans, created thousands of jobs, helped schools, donated to queer causes, and even planted hundreds of trees in the city. It was great. Kon was able to help out both inside and outside of the uniform.

So what if he used the money to sponsor Cissie's projects? Give Greta a comfortable life? Put Anita's parents in a good boarding school so that her friend could study without worries? So what if he paid for her and Greta's college? Who cares if he put Bart to work in the company's engineering department? (Like, the world thinks the Luthor Corp engineer is a genius, thank goodness they've never seen Bart work, or they'd think he's crazy) So what if Cassie Sandsmark gets hired as a lawyer for one of the biggest companies in the world right out of college?

So Kon finally has a name, he confesses his love to Tim, they date for months, Tim doesn't even notice his days in Kon's apartment getting longer, his clothes ending up in his boyfriend's wardrobe, he doesn't realize that by the end of their first year of dating, he's practically living in Kon's penthouse.

(It takes almost two years of hard work from all of them, Tim moves out of Gotham, finds himself working alongside Bart, before he realizes it he's already heading up the engineering department with his friend, he works reasonable hours, takes photography courses, helps the police as the only vigilante in Metropolis, the whole YJ moves into their neighborhood, it's perfect.)

(Clark was so happy, with YJ in town he could shorten his time as Superman and finally have some peace, of course he miscalculated this, in fact the need for Superman decreased with more heroes in town, but Rao knows that Clark's headaches only increased with the children running around town, he stopped trying to talk sense into them after seeing Red Robin hang Impulse upside down from a rooftop after the speedster ate his slice of cake, at least Jon was in the care of the best babysitters in town whether as a hero or civilian.)

Kon discovered himself, he was good at doing business, a shark like Lex was disguised by the Kents' easy charm, he smiled at each older executive already thinking "how am I going to use this one for my purposes?" He could come up with Lex's most crazy ideas to run the company, without violating any human rights in the process of making more money.

(Lex couldn't even get angry, because now the Luthor name was associated with Conner not him, the company was something to be remembered for the good things the boy was doing, not for the crazy things he did. His legacy would live on, his creation would guide Metropolis when he was gone.)

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Yuri time

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thank u! @nebulations

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I should make a long fanfic out of this idea….

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clark didn't think much about young just us, when he did it was accompanied by a huge headache from the time the team was active and with every word he heard from Kon about them his life shortened ten years.

when Kon moved to their apartment in Metropolis to finish his last year of high school and later college, Clark didn't think that this meant that his entire team would be stuck in his house often.

it starts a week after Kon moved in, Clark's oldest son (because they were father and son, there was no point in running away from that and they understood that, although it seemed like the rest of the world didn't understand their relationship like they did.) was being a sweetheart in helping to take care of Jon, because Clark and Lois worked irregular hours and yes they could drop Jon off at school in the morning, but who the hell would pick the kid up in the afternoon and watch him until they got home for dinner? Take him to the dentist? The library? To the park to play with his friends? To school events? Well, Kon was doing that and damn Clark loved him so much.

So Kon asks: Hey can I invite a friend over tomorrow?

And of course he could, because it was Saturday, Jon would be home all day, Clark and Lois would be home at noon and Kon needed a break from being an 11 year old boy.

It starts with Tim, Clark arrives to find the third Robin on the couch playing video games with his kids, he doesn't even get scared, half the words Kon says in a day are Tim's name.

So the next week, Jon mentions spending the afternoon with Kon and Cassie Sandsmark at the park one day, having ice cream with Bart Allen the next and that on Friday they all got together at the skate park so Tim could teach him how to skate.

And Clark is fine, they are good kids, good heroes who are being babysat for free just to spend time with Kon and damn what good friends they are.

The following month he finds seven young people and his son making bracelets in his living room on Saturday night, the teenagers spend the night and Lois is simply in love with all of them and Clark too, because damn, they are good kids and excellent company.

Then before he knows it, Bart Allen has dinner with them once a week, Cissie King Jones gives celebrity gossip to the Planet, Tim Drake is at his house so many times a week that he starts helping Lois with journalistic cases (it's scary to see your wife and a malnourished teenager dismantling a corrupt company), Cassie Sandsmark starts talking to Clark about the Titans as if they were bar buddies and Clark complains about the League coming back, Greta Hayes sends them so many good handmade products that Lois drinks a different tea every day during the week without repeating the flavor and Anitta is very good with fashion, they all get exclusive pieces from her future brand.

("Tim will finance it," she told them when she explained why they were all using Clark's living room as a studio in the middle of the week. "But first, I need to get started, so everyone is working." and Clark sat down and helped, because his mother taught him many things and sewing was one of them, he taught Jon that afternoon.)

(He comments to Ma about the children and the woman just shrugs, saying that Kon's friends live on the farm too, she must have forgotten to tell Clark that they run in packs.)

("Except in Gotham, they don't come near Gotham," Ma tells him with a certain serious tone. "They hate that place and everything there that isn't Tim.")

One fine day, Clark is in the Tower on duty and then everything explodes because the Lantern Corps calls to warn that a ship identified from Earth is chasing a troop of mercenaries through space and when the image opens to show Impulse's ship flying by, Clark's first thought is "Damn, they're going to miss the premiere of the Cissie's new movie" and not a loud "What the fuck?" (Wally was kind enough to exclaim for everyone)

He just sighs and tells them to leave the kids alone, because they know what they're doing, the entire League starts screaming.

(Red Tornado looks at him knowingly, he says to Clark: Oh, they got you too.)

(Yes, they did.)