#Kon lives

[awhitehead17]

Stand By Me

TimKon, Tim & Bruce, Canon Divergence Infinite Crisis, Kon lives, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Angst.

Summary: It’s been three weeks since what they are now calling the Infinite Crisis. The Crisis led to much devastation, not to just their world, but across all multi-dimensions, hundreds of lives have been lost, both hero, villain and civilian alike.

Even now Tim still can’t comprehend what happened to his best friend all those weeks ago. He's been sat inside his hospital room, unmoving, as he waits for his best friend to wake up after he went knocking on death's door.

A/N: This if for the 'Hospital Stay' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. It's a canon divergence of Infinite Crisis where Kon lives.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

“Tim, it’s been ten days. You can’t keep staying in here.”

Technically it’s been nine days, fourteen hours and thirty-six minutes, not that Tim is going to correct him. He hums in acknowledgment but otherwise continues to stare ahead and ignores the concerned gaze on him.

“Tim.”

At the sharp tone Tim finally turns around and faces the man behind him. He scowls feeling irritable by the constant badgering everyone keeps doing to him.

“I’m not leaving.” He states firmly. “I am not going anywhere, not until he wakes up and is back up on his feet. I’m not going and you can’t make me.”

“That could be another month or two Tim.”

“Then I’ll be staying here for that month or two. I mean it. I’m not going anywhere.”

Being done with the conversation Tim turns back around and pointedly ignores the man behind him. He shouldn’t really, no one ever puts their back to Batman, but Tim doesn't care. All his attention and focus is on the unconscious body lying on the hospital bed in front of him.

It’s been three weeks since what they are now calling the Infinite Crisis. And those three weeks have been hell. The Crisis led to much devastation, not to just their world, but across all multi-dimensions, hundreds of lives have been lost, both hero, villain and civilian alike. Even whole cities had been destroyed. Throughout the last three weeks it’s taken a humongous effort from everyone in the community to try and gain some sort of normalcy after what happened and they’re still nowhere near out of the fire just yet.

For ten (nine) of those twenty-one days since the Crisis, Tim’s been sat inside this hospital room, unmoving, as he waits for his best friend to wake up from a coma he’d fallen into.

Kon went knocking on deaths door during the Crisis.

Even now Tim still can’t comprehend what happened to his best friend. Kon had been willing to  sacrifice himself to defeat Superboy Prime and the machine that threatened the multiverse. Kon had sustained fatal injuries during the battle with Prime and gained even more after he crashed them both into the machine which ultimately stopped it. Kon almost succumbed to his injuries but miraculously made it through.

It’s not been a smooth recovery. Kon had flatlined two times there on the battlefield and once more several hours later. The medical team had thankfully managed to stabilise him and keep him alive long enough for his body to start healing on its own, even with his Kryptonian genetics it took time for the healing genes to kick in.

For the first seven days Tim hadn’t been allowed to see him, Clark had kept Kon away at the fortress and refused to let anyone to see him. After that week Clark allowed Kon to be moved into the Justice League based hospital, even then Tim still hadn’t been allowed to see him for another four days. Just as Tim had been ready to blow the hospital doors down Clark allowed him entry and since then Tim hasn’t once left.

He’s occasionally popped out to either go toilet or a quick shower but he’s never been gone longer than ten minutes. Others have popped by and stayed with him, other frequent visitors have been Bart and Cassie who thankfully also survived the Crisis, they’ve all told him they’ll watch over Kon while he gets some fresh air and a proper night’s sleep but Tim's refused to leave each and every time. It feels like the moment he takes his eyes off Kon he’ll never see him again.

Bruce has been by to check on Tim nearly every day since he’s set up shop in Kon's room. Every time he would ask Tim if he wanted anything or telling him it’s okay for him to leave. Tim appreciates the concern, especially with everything that’s been going on, and how his focus has been needed elsewhere, but after several days of this it’s frustrating now and Tim doesn't get why Bruce wouldn’t leave him alone. Out of his kids Bruce really ought to be focusing on Dick more than him, Dick has been one of the people who has suffered the most in the Crisis considering his entire city had been demolished. He’s going through a lot and needs the support.

There's a rustle of movement behind him and suddenly Bruce is crouching down beside the chair Tim is sat in. Tim pointedly looks the other way and does his best to ignore the man. Bruce has other ideas because he reaches over, cups his cheek and turns Tim so he’s looking at him.

Not having the energy Tim doesn't fight against it although he closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the man whose still staring at him in concern.

“Tim can you look at me.” Tim stubbornly doesn’t. “Tim, please.” A moment later Tim hears a harsh sigh come from the man and while he feels somewhat bad for his behaviour he still refuses to look at Bruce. The hand falls away from his cheek and he feels Bruce shift by his chair. “Okay, don’t look but at least listen to what I have to say.” Tim doesn’t acknowledge him although Bruce must have expected this as he continues talking anyway.

Whatever he says goes straight over Tim’s head because the moment the man opened his mouth a beep sounded out from one of the machines next to Kon’s head at the end of the bed. His attention immediately zeroed in on the noise, effectively blocking everything – Bruce – out and Tim studied the machine with laser focus trying to work out what it could mean. When nothing out of the ordinary could be noted Tim changed his focus to his best friend looking for any signs of him either waking up or if something is wrong. Again nothing appears out of the ordinary. Kon simply looks like he’s taking a nap.

A hand on his shoulder roughly shaking him averts his attention away from Kon and back to the other man in the room, who Tim had completely forgotten about.

Bruce is scowling at him, but Tim could see the worry underneath the cold exterior. “Were you even listening to what I was saying?”

Tim didn’t see the point in lying. Truth be told he didn’t really care. “No. I’m not leaving so stop trying to get to me go. It’s not happening.”

Bruce lets out a sharp exhale and he gets up from his crouched position. There’s suddenly an air around him that has Tim’s senses going on high alert for the first time since the man entered the hospital room. Bruce leans in closely to Tim, looming over him as he rests his hands on the arms of the chair effectively caging Tim in.

Tim couldn’t make himself look away this time. His heart is pounding inside his chest as he starts feeling a little panicked at the cold look Bruce is sending his way. It’s also the first time Tim sees the exhaustion on the man, everything that’s happened since the Crisis weighing heavily on his shoulders.

“I am going to say this once. This is your only warning, do you understand?” Bruce lowly says looking straight at Tim in the eyes. Tim swallows and nods. “Two days. If you have not left this room within two days I am going to come back here and physically drag you out. I know you’re concerned about your friend and it’s admirable on how much you want to stay by his side during this time, however neglecting yourself and your health isn’t helping anyone. It isn’t helping you, it isn’t helping me, or Dick, Cass, your team and it certainly isn’t helping Conner. With the way you’re going, you’ll end up in a bed next to him. Is that what you want Tim?”

Bruce pauses and looks expectantly at Tim as if waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question. Finding himself unable to form words Tim shakes his head anyway.

Bruce stares at him for a moment longer for which Tim holds his breath, unsure on what the man’s next move is going to be. In the end he simply grunts before straightening up and leaves the hospital room. It takes Tim a moment to remember how to breathe again once he’s gone.

Two days later Bruce sees his threat through. During this time Tim had known the man wasn't joking about forcing him to leave, but the threat didn’t stop him from not leaving Kon’s hospital room. He kinda regrets not leaving (in reality he would never) when Bruce comes into Kon’s hospital room and immediately pins Tim with a look.

Tim doesn’t hesitate. He springs out of the chair and darts towards the small supply closet within the room. He should be able to squeeze in there and avoid Bruce.

Just as he has hold of the handle, an arm wraps around his waist and hoists him up and away from the door. Tim yelps and squirms trying to escape but the hold stays firm even as he’s placed back on ground facing the opposite away from the closet. Bruce’s free hand grabs one of his own, extra caution to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, and the arm wrapped around his waist lets go so the man can use both hands to grab both of Tim’s.

Within one moment and the next Tim’s wrists were suddenly encased in handcuffs. He makes an indignant sound and tries loosening them to no avail. Before he could be verbal about his protest Bruce is wrapping an arm around his waist once again and this time throws Tim over his shoulder and starts making his way out of the room. Tim gets one more glance at an unmoving Kon in his hospital bed, the exact same position he has been in for the last twelve days, before the door closes.

Knowing it was useless, Tim still tries to fight his way to freedom. He kicks out and wiggles around, trying anything to make Bruce loosen the hold he has on him however the man appears unaffected by Tim’s attempts at freedom. He keeps walking casually down the corridor as if carrying his handcuffed teenage son over his shoulder is an everyday occurrence.

Bruce only stops once their outside by the car. Bruce opens the passenger door and finally puts Tim down onto his feet although the man keeps a hand on his shoulder and firmly guides him into the seat. Tim huffs at the manhandling but otherwise doesn’t protest. He sits obediently in the car as Bruce makes his way around to the other side and climbs into the driver’s seat. After a moment Bruce eyes him sideways and clicks a button on the dashboard, a second later he could hear the click of the locks locking. Tim rolls his eyes. He may be tempted to jump out of a moving car, it wouldn’t be the first time, but handcuffed and feeling exhausted has him thinking otherwise so Bruce shouldn’t be so paranoid.

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Tim’s allowed back into Kon’s hospital room five days later. Durning those five days Tim had been under constant supervision in a nearby penthouse which Bruce owns. He ate full three meals a day, snacks too, showered, stretched and exercised lightly, and even somehow managed to have a couple full night sleeps.

Returning to Kon's side he feels better and refreshed, not that he’d ever admit it to Bruce. He never stopped worrying about Kon’s condition but the break away from the hospital room did give Tim somewhat of a mental break. The team thankfully kept him up to date with Kon’s condition, Cassie and Bart often facetimed Tim when they were in Kon’s room, allowing Tim to see Kon for himself while he was away.

It was only hours later after Tim returned to the hospital room when Kon started to stir, for the first time he showed signs of waking up. Tim was right beside him as he groggily woke, completely out of it and confused, Tim did his best to reassure Kon of where he is and how he’s going to be okay while he paged the onsite doctor. Kon fell asleep only moments after waking up, it didn’t deter Tim however because for the first time in weeks he’s hopeful for his best friend’s recovery.

It happened in stages and Kon’s recovery is a slow progress. He wakes up on and off, as confused as the first time for a couple days before his wakings gradually increased and his coherence improved.

“How long have I been here?” Kon asks disbelievingly. He’s still rough, he’s lost weight and his skin has lost colour but Tim doesn't care about those things. His best friend is alive and that’s all that matters. Everything else can be recovered with time.

Tim absently strokes the skin of Kon’s hand from where he’s holding it in his own. “Four weeks give or take.” Tim tells him, it’s not like he hasn’t kept track. He suddenly feels himself welling up, hit by an onslaught of emotion out of nowhere.

“You’ve been here for weeks, it was all touch and go for a while and Clark had you hidden away in the fortress for a week then you were moved here, it’s been a long ass few weeks Kon, you have no idea, I didn’t know if you were going to make it, your heart stopped Kon. Three times! It stopped three times and then you wouldn’t wake up. Day after day after day. You wouldn’t wake up-”

Tim sucks in a sharp breath, effectively halting his rambling, when a hand touches his cheek. He hadn’t realised he worked himself up into a frenzy until he stopped talking. Tears were streaming from his eyes and breathing was a bit of a struggle.

“Tim – hey Tim, look at me – look at me…”

Kon’s words break through the fog in his mind and Tim meets the eyes of his best friend. Eyes that were finally open after weeks of waiting for them to do so.

“Breathe with me, Rob.”

Kon guides him through a breathing exercise which does the trick of calming him down to the point where he can think clearly again. Tim sniffs and wipes his face with his jumper sleeve before letting out a huff.

“You’re the one in the hospital bed and here I am having a breakdown.”

Kon just stares at him and despite the exhaustion clear on his face Tim could see the concern in his gaze.

“I’m not the only one going through things Tim.” He says simply. “C’mere.”

“What? No Kon-” Kon grabs Tim and starts tugging him onto his bed, after only a moment of resisting Tim lets his friend manhandle him around to his liking only because he doesn't want Kon to hurt himself. Soon enough he finds himself lying next to Kon, head resting on his shoulder and his body curled up facing towards Kon’s, his hand resting over Kon's heart feeling the steady beat underneath the skin.

Kon’s hand runs across his back and shoulder in comforting strokes. Neither of them say anything as they lie there together, simply breathing and taking in comfort from the other and listening to the steady beep of Kon’s monitors.

Tim ends up fiddling with Kon’s fingers of the hand not on his back. “I was so scared, I almost lost you,” he admits quietly. After a moment he thinks Kon hadn’t heard him or that he’s fallen asleep however when Tim looks up at his best friend he finds Kon staring at him with an indescribable look on his face.

“I don’t remember a lot of what happened leading up to… that,” Kon starts softly, not looking away from Tim. “I remember there being pain, and anger, and just the want to beat him to stop it from happening. I’ve been told it’s like a trauma response, me forgetting I mean, supposedly it’s to help myself recover, the doctors say I may remember more details down the line or even not at all. I don’t know what scares me more.”

Kon breathes deeply before glancing away.

“I want to thank you Tim,” at Tim’s frown Kon immediately shushes him, “no, I mean it. I get this hasn’t been easy for you, I’ve heard the stories of you never leaving my side and I want to say thank you for never giving up on me or for never letting me be alone even when I was unconscious.”

Tim shakes his head smiling sadly. “Of course I wasn't going to give up on you. You’re a fighter through and through, stubborn as a mule too. I didn’t want you to be alone. You’d do it for me.”

They’re best friends. Everyone knows this. There isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for each other.

Kon reaches up and cups Tim’s face, he leans forward and rests his forehead against Tim’s and Tim embraces the hold, even moving to hold Kon back. They’re here. They’re both alive. They’re both going to be fine. Tim can’t imagine living in a world without his best friend.

[cryptocism]

"escape plan: Fly Outta There" is so chill and cool and normal in theory

[cowboysorceror]

a DIRECT rip from chapter 5 of "straight on 'til morning" by @mamawasatesttube aka one of my most beloved favorite Kon fics of all time <3 ID in alt text!

[mamawasatesttube]

yknow how sometimes dogs will hunt things and be like look i did so good!!! yayyy i got you this!!! bc theres a comedy story in my mind in which krypto decides he likes kon's friends and wants to give them presents too! and. well.

krypto leaves a dead bird on tim's pillow and tim goes oh shit fuck is this an oblique threat that someone's discovered my identity as one of the bird-themed heroes in gotham? but then why's it a fucked-up looking pigeon and not a robin or a rook (if youre like me and like tim taking on the name rook later)??????? and why is it so mangled and burned what does it mean is this a threat of a specific way someone wants to kill me?!?! who could it have been from?! when did someone even break in and why didn't they trip any of my alarms?!?! fuck i have to cancel my plans with kon and bart later shit i don't even know how i got compromised so i don't dare see either of them in public i don't want to risk them--fuck fuck fuck how did this happen i don't understand and why is it a pigeon and

meanwhile krypto is just like. :3c i did so good i am SUCH a good dog i leave him presents :) yayyy!!! i even cooked it for him. with heat vision! yaaayyy!!

so tim phones up kon like "listen we can't meet up this weekend i'm so sorry i think i've been compromised--" and goes on about how he needs to go on lockdown alert mode until he figures out what happened and who found him out and meanwhile kon's just. go back. the pigeon. describe that again.

tim describes the fucked up mangled burnt pigeon. and kon, who has dealt with his fair share of Superdog Presents and thought they'd come to an understanding about "krypto you can't do that you'll DECIMATE local wildlife" and such, just narrows his eyes. turns to the dog bed next to him. goes ……………………….. krypto.

and krypto's like :) wag wag wag :) yes thats me :) wag wag :) im good dog :) he is SO pleased with himself. thats one mystery solved!

this ends in tim, haunted, sitting at the farmhouse kitchen table while ma frets over him and makes him hot chocolate, kon wraps him in a blanket, krypto licks his feet, and lois is just like. yeah. been there. just be glad it wasn't sea monsters.

[lemonlimestar]

anything can be yuri if u read enough random 90s elseworlds comics

bonus doodle

[hyperblue]

interviewer: there have been some rumors circling around that you're a taken man now :) would you like to share who's a lucky girl or guy?

tim drake, torn between wanting to keep his relationship with kon private and safe from prying eyes but at the same time wanting to brag about his drop gorgeous boyfriend to everyone who would listen: uh.

[bet-on-me-13]

Supers and Bats

So! Jazz, Danny, Dan, and Ellie are adopted by Clark Kent and Lois Lane after bouncing around the System for a while.

Jazz couldn't legally take care them because she's just an 18 yr old in College and couldn't provide for two 16 yr Olds and a 12 yr Old on her own.

(Dan is in his Post-AGIT Body, so he looks like Danny's Twin Brother, and Ellie is still 12 because she hasn't started Aging yet.)

Anyways, eventually the Fenton Family opens up about their Powers and are accepted into the Super Family. They even Begin acting as Heroes for Metropolis, taking on their own Super names. Like Superkid, Supergal, and Superguy, all lazy but funny names that fit the Family Naming Convention.

And you know the Rule, if you are a Super, you will inevitably end up with your very own Bat.

Obviously Clark adopted Bruce as his Bat. They were the originals, the OG's, they set the precedent.

Kon adopted Tim as his Bat while on YJ, or maybe or was the other way around? They both don't know, since they were both absolutely Messes when they were on that Team. It really could have gone either way.

Jon and Damien have been eachothers Bat/Super since the Day they met. Let's even say Jon never got stuck in that Time Paradox and stays the same age (a gift from peepaw Clocky)

Barbara actually gets Jazz. She's not exactly as Super as the rest of her Family and Adopted Family, but she he up there. And she constantly studies for her Classes at Barbara's Library, so they get to hang out a lot and bond over having to take care of their respective Families.

Danny and Duke get along well, and decide that Danny is now his Super. They started hanging out when Danny decided to become the 2nd Day Shift Hero of Gotham on a whim, cause why is Duke the only one? He splits his time between Metropolis and Gotham but as a Super it's not an inconvenience. They like Joking with eachother on patrol.

Surprisingly Dan and Dick get along very well. Dick used to be extremely Agressive and Violent, and can relate to Dan who has recently begun trying to ugnore his more extreme reactions. They bond over the feeling of not being understood as kids and their shared "Extremely Repressed Anger" emotions. (Dick doesn't have dad instincts shut up jason)

Cass and Steph take one look at "Still a 12 yr old Chaos Gremlin" Ellie and decide that she is theirs now. It's okay, they can share! They absolutely love their brand new Little Sister, and let her be the biggest of Gremlins!

Most people forget but Jason has Bizzaro as his Super, while he is on the Outlaws. Once Ellie hears about Bizzaro's situation, she helps stabilize him using some of Vlad's old Tech. So Bizzaro gets to live in this! Yay!

That's the idea, thoughts?

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #160

I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).

And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.

And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.

Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.

There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.

They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.

He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.

Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.

When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.

Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 1 - "It's not too late, let's go."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

Danny frowned, his head resting on his arms as he sat in a café, staring at nothing in particular. Tucker was sitting next to him, typing away on his PDA and Sam was across from him glaring at his current state of dramatic pouting, frowning and sulking while ignoring his favorite coffee order she had especially ordered for him somehow even though the store did not even have it on their menu.

"Danny, how much longer are you going to sulk?"

"I don't know. How much longer until my next chance of ever meeting someone from outer space?"

"Danny."

"We missed the Hero Gala, Sam! That was our one and only chance!"

He looked away from her like a stubborn toddler. He knew he was being especially dramatic but his friends and him had planned this whole trip solely for meeting members of the Justice League in person. For one, to maybe meet the people that have been ignoring their cities' call for help for years now and request it personally if per call won't work and two, fulfill some of their own personal selfish desires to meet the hero's each one of them admired.

Though their trip clearly had been eventful considering how a lot of his ghost rogues tried to stop him from even leaving Amity Park, they also learned about the whole media black out surrounding Amity. Turns out, the reason the Justice League was ignoring them was entirely because they didn't even know they existed in the first place. It was a miracle that they even learned about a Hero Gala in Metropolis if it weren't for an invitation somehow making it to the Mansons Estate.

Fun fact. Even if the invitation made it to them. Once they did make it to the Gala location they learned that it had happened years ago. Well wasn't that just great, and here Danny had hoped to get some help and maybe meet Superman or better Martian Manhunter.

Slamming his head onto the table and gaining the attention of some other cafe visitors briefly. Danny only turned ever so slightly so that his cheek was squished against the cold table surface. Still refusing to look at Sam but instead watched Tucker who was by now frowning at his PDA.

"Guys, I think there is more to it than us being simple late a couple of years to a Gala." Blinking made a noise to ask him to elaborate while Sam verbally asked why.

"Things didn't add up when we first left Amity, aside from all your ghost rouges were even trying to make us stop leaving until the very last second. Look at this, this is a photocopy of our last news paper from home and this-" Tucker slit a paper across the table and pointed at a specific spot at the top of the paper so both Danny and Sam could see it clearly. "-is a news paper printed today from Metropolis."

"I don't get it." Danny honestly stated staring at the spot Tucker had pointed it. Sam proceeded to hit the back of his head lightly, apparently having seen what Tucker was pointing out to them.

"The dates are way too far apart." She stated and Danny blinked, looking back at the printed date and the date displayed in the image of Tuckers PDA. "Are you sure you didn't save up an older newspaper?"

Tucker gave him an unimpressed stare. "Look at the headline. That's the incident that happened right before we went on this trip."

"Okay but what does that mean?"

"From what it looks like. Amity Park lives in a time bubble. Our technology as well as date seems far behind from everything we saw ever since we left. Even my beloved PDA appears to be old technology here."

The tree sat in silence for a moment, mulling over what they had found out so far after leaving Amity for the first time. But now that they thought about that, Amity was a closed community. There were hardly any people coming in and out of their town. In addition the only one who had ever entered their city from the outside was Vlad and even he didn't talk much about any other cities or people he could possibly know outside of Amity.

"That's a pretty interesting topic you guys are talking about."

Startled, the three looked up to see a new face that had appeared out of nowhere and was spitting next to Sam. The boy with auburn hair and yellow eyes who looked only a bit older than them and was smiling brightly at them with a back of chips in his hands.

"So you guys lived in a time bubble? That sounds interesting, can you tell me more?"

A second later two black haired teens appeared next to the boy, one sheepish and in a punk style and the other frustrated and appearing to wear more formal clothing. The frustrated one eyed them for a moment and Danny caught his eyes, noticing the calculating look and couldn't help narrowing his own eyes on him.

"Sorry about my friend, he sometimes acts before he thinks."

"I have a friend like that too, don't worry." Tucker answered and Danny shot him a quick glare before turning his attention back to the three newcomers.

"We couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about. You missed your chance to go to a hero gala right?" The sheepish one said after exchanging a look with the other black haired teen and Danny couldn't help but feel like there was some silent communication going on. The same he had at times with Tucker.

"So what?" Sam huffed, not willing to talk about their woes and sharing information with strangers.

"We happened to be on our way to one that's not open to the public but we could help you get in. Granted, I would like to hear a little more about your situation and how you missed the one you originally wanted to go to." In other words, give us information and we will get you to somewhere where you can meet hero's. Danny narrowed his eyes further, there had to be more to this catch.

His distrust must have been visible as the formal clothing black haired teen let out a sigh. "Look we have experience with time shenanigans, so we might be able to get you into contact with people that can help, from Young Justice or maybe even the Justice League."

"No one just offers help like that, without getting something out of it." Sam huffed arms crossed and glaring at them. Tucker also eyed them with suspicion and Danny had yet to let up on his distrustful glare.

"Well we do. So common, the private gala is still going. We only escaped from it for a little bit to get this guy some coffee. It's not too late, let's go! We can figure out the whole time bubble thing on the way there!" The brightly smiling auburn haired answered instead bouncing in his seat next to Sam. Eager to have Danny and his friends come along.

Only way later did Danny learn that the three teens that snuck them into a privat Hero Gala were actual members of Young Justice but that was only after they figured out the whole Amity lives in a Time Bubble situation.

[abacistat]

even sun-absorbing kryptonians can get sunburnt :-(

[bypatia]

The bjp government introduced the ucc bill in Uttarakhand which has made it mandatory for live in couples to register with the government and a copy of the registration will be sent to respective families. It also added the father as a first class legal heir for inheritance of property, encroaching upon the the right of the mother, wife, daughter (the actual victims of patriarchy, who most likely did not have any social right to gain access to financial independence or inheritance from other family members) to accommodate the father, who more than likely than not already has financial freedom and ownership rights over land property. Moving on, they removed the Muslim personal law, which guaranteed the rights of the daughter in a fixed inheritance percentage. Not to mention the whole act is modelled after hindu personal laws and demanding other religions to bend according to it is inherently regressive no matter how progressive the law on paper looks to be. So should I just bang my head against the wall right now and be done with it or watch as the bjp government slowly sets fire to all our lives?

[boyblundering]

whoaaahh shoves timkon in your face

live laugh timkon (I've used this quote 8 times already)

[ineffablejaymee]

when the bubbly adorable sunshine character sees people they care about get hurt and becomes the most terrifying force of revenge the world has ever seen

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

call me predictable but I'm living for the Benji renaissance that the fandom is going through right now

[mamawasatesttube]

something i like to think about sometimes is that. man. you could really create some kind of perfect storm with the combo of tim's post-infinite crisis fear of losing kon again + kon's intense, but generally passive, suicidality. guy who was so convinced he had to die a hero that when it happened he didn't even seem bothered by it (because he can't be traumatized by his own death if it was what he was literally made for, right?) x guy who has developed a whole new type of mental illness out of the survivor's guilt 100x combo. put them both through the wringer at the same time with one easy trick (make tim think kon will try to sacrifice himself for something) (and kon very well might!)

[magenta-somethings]

if timkon watched the princess bride it would result in a solid three months of tim's requests for kon's help opening with 'farm boy' & kon replying with 'as you wish' every single time & everyone would be sick of their shit