#Martha Conners

[the-lavender-room]

My lack of size consistency🤦‍♀️

[lilsoupboiii]

Some more of my personal favorite panels from s2 of Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

[incorrectbatfam]

Headcanon that once someone dies and comes back to life they acquire the ability to see ghosts

Jason's first night back at the Manor, Martha points to the cupboard where his favorite snacks were stocked just like when he was a kid

Steph teaches Thomas how to play iPhone games and he is completely enthralled by the infinite number of jigsaw puzzle apps

Cass holds gala dresses up to the mirror to get Martha's opinion through a series of silent nods or head shakes

Damian shows Thomas how Bat-Cow likes to be cleaned and now the other family members will find her mysteriously groomed ahead of time

Roy gets Martha's blessing to date Jason when Bruce refuses. Wally does the same for Dick with Thomas

Kon and Bart visit the Manor, say fuck-words, break everything, and run away scared shitless Scooby-Doo style while Tim watches on confused

[thebat-musicman]

Tim’s first time visiting Kent Farm

Ma: Well do you know what this plant is?

Tim: Uh no.

Ma: They’re soybeans. Kon, tell him about soybeans.

Kon: Soybeans…are your friends.

Ma: *gives him a look*

Kon: Well I don’t know anything about soybeans either!

[apollo-arts]

Happy Halloween!

Filled in this year as a pinch hitter for skele-kon so here’s my gift for @abacistat ! Had a lot of fun with this :))

[wil-fae]

ma kent and kon !! u tell em !!

(original if u wanna use it <3)

[bobbinalong]

part two! the irons, kenan, kara and lana ... sometime next week.

[clois, jayjon and the twins]

[ky-landfill]

Is this Nana's hot chocolate? Hell yeah, little dude.

[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

What if there is a world where Jack and Janet swapped, and who got the coma, etc part 3.

So yeah, idk where this came from either, but as long as you are cool with the ships for this, here is part 3, apparently. Kon: Tim, can we talk? Tim: I hope it's not the we need to break up talk. Mother just... Kon: No, no, no, not that at all. I'm honored your mother approves of us dating. Tim: good, she would have murdered you otherwise. Kon: yeah, talking about murder... I know Clark has been a jerk in the past. But It's kinda become an issue now that he can't hear heels clicking on the floor without whimpering (She may or might not own a pair of stilettos with kryptonite heels). Tim: Yeah, we should ask Dinah if she can talk it out with him; it is rather a pathetic sight. However, on the positive side, Lex is behaving. Kon: Tim, you know it's cuz she terrifies him too. Tim: Of course, mother scares him. Having a future father-in-law in villainy is bad for business, you know. She also wants to use the cloning technology he developed to secure a future heir for Drake Industries for us. Kon: ... oh, that's nice. Tim: If you are worried about LexCorp, don't worry. My mother is in the middle of subsuming that for us, too. I would have done it myself, but my mother insisted it be a wedding present from her and Dana.

Kon: That's nice. I'mma go ask Ma a question only Ma can help with.

Tim: Love you Kon, see you soon.

Kon: Love you too.

--- Time Skip --- Kon: Ma, I'mma need your help.

Martha: What do you need help with dear?

Kon: I'm gonna need to either find or make a proposal ring that Mrs. Drake will approve of.

Martha: Oh, I know you like your boy a lot, but aren't you being a bit hasty? Kon: No, I'm sure Mrs. Drake has everything planned out to a T. Martha: But Connor, dear, this needs to be something you and Timothy decide together. Kon: It's not that I don't want to in the future. But you know how scarily competent and detail-oriented Tim is? He gets that from his mother, and I don't want to disappoint Tim with a bad ring. Martha: oh, you really love your boy, don't you? Kon: yeah, I really do.

[friend-ofa-friend-ofa-friend]

personally the funniest thing for a de-powered kryptonians fic is them absolutely raging at bug bites, because impenetrable skin means they’ve never had them before

and yes clark/jons powers didn’t kick in for a few years but it’s been awhile, you telling me they haven’t forgotten what it’s like?

just give me supers having to deal with more mundane things while they’re de-powered and i can die happy

[kal-ly]

I disappeared for a while, so take Conner with his daughter and Lophi.

[suzukiblu]

For the unpublished fic things, Martha Kent?

"Oh," the old guy Superman-not-Superboy just saved from getting flattened by a really irresponsible Metropolis truck driver says, staring at him in surprise. Superman stares back with absolutely no clue what to say. 

"Jonathan!" the old guy's probably-wife cries, running over to them from the other side of the crosswalk. The old guy doesn't look at her, just keeps staring at Superman. 

"I'm alright, honey," he says. Then he grabs her hand and puts it on Superman's arm, and . . . 

And Superman feels a soulmark trigger in his own hand, tucked into the center of his palm under his glove. 

And perfectly mirrored to the one the old guy triggered in the opposite hand about fifteen seconds ago. 

"Oh," the wife says, and now she's staring at him too. "I–oh." 

She blinks very quickly. So does the old guy. They both look like they're about to cry and Superman feels like he's about to panic and really, really wants to just bolt right now and never see either of them ever again. 

Except they're his soulmates, apparently. 

Except they're his parents. 

Apparently. 

Superman did not expect to have any soulmates. Actually, if he'd ever thought to think about it, he probably would've assumed he didn't even have a soul, much less any soulmates to go along with it. And if he'd been expecting anything, he'd have been expecting a hot chick and a romantic mark, not . . . 

In his defense, he's like two weeks old, and he spent the first week unconscious while being artificially aged and force-fed extremely boring information uploads. There's a lot of stuff he hasn't really had a chance to think about yet. 

"Uh. Hi?" he tries awkwardly, resisting the urge to hide his hands behind his back. Which is dumb, really. They can't even see his marks anyway; he's still wearing his gloves. The old guy and his wife stare at him for another moment. 

Then they both start to cry. 

Oh god, Superman thinks, and panics after all. 

"I'm sorry!" he blurts, and then the old guy and his wife both throw their arms around him. Superman has very literally never been hugged in his life and doesn't know how to handle the experience. Like, at all. Especially not coming from two directions at once. 

"Oh, no, sweetheart, it's not your fault," the wife says, her voice thick. "We're sorry. Just–we just lost your brother. We weren't expecting . . ." 

"It's so damn good to meet you," the old man says roughly, hugging him all the harder. Superman can't even figure out if he wants to hug them back, but has a very hard time keeping his TTK up all the same. "Where'd you come from, son?" 

"Uh," Superman says, and doesn't let himself examine the way that hearing the word "son" like that makes him feel, even knowing it's probably just a reflex, coming from a guy who sounds that Midwestern. "I'm–a clone. Of the first Superman. Project Cadmus made me." 

"A clone?" the wife asks, pulling back just enough to give him a worried look. "That's–not like that poor man Bizarro?" 

"A binary clone," Superman clarifies uncomfortably. "They, uh, stabilized me with human DNA. So I shouldn't, uh . . . degrade. Like that." 

He really hopes that's true, at least. 

"Well, we'll handle it if it happens," the old guy says, pulling back too and squeezing his arm. Superman feels oddly reassured, even though there's absolutely no reason to be. Unless the guy's a geneticist, maybe. 

He wants to ask if he can see their marks, but isn't sure if that'd be . . . weird, or something. Would that be weird? 

Cadmus didn't really tell him much about soulmates, which is another reason he wasn't expecting any. 

Cadmus probably didn't want him to have any, come to think. 

Superman swallows nervously and the wife cups his face in her hands. He feels her soulmark against his skin, whatever it is. 

It feels . . . warm. 

He wonders what it'd feel like against his own mark. 

"It really is so good to meet you, baby," she says, smiling tremulously at him. He can process hearing "baby" even less than he could "son". "I'm Martha Kent. This is my husband Jonathan. You can call us Ma and Pa, once you're comfortable with it." 

"What's your name, son?" the old guy–Jonathan, Superman tries to think, because thinking "Pa" sounds way too intimidating right now–Jonathan asks. Superman knows what he wants to say, but . . . 

But for the first time, saying "Superman" doesn't feel . . . honest. 

"Experiment Thirteen," he admits in a mutter, hiding his hands behind his back after all, and both Jonathan and Martha's faces tighten. 

[dailydccomics]

they are the family of all time Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #6

[oneshotprincess]

the kents really saw this clone of their alien son and went like its Free Son 2.0 :D

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Tim: Mrs. Kent thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me-

Ma: Let's cut to the chase, dear. I've got a lot of work to do after all.

Tim: Of course. I need dirt on Clark and any pictures of Conner would be appreciated

Ma: I need a new tractor. And the oven is running a little cool.

Tim: There's a tractor on its way here right now. I'm going to need to see what your blackmail looks like before I work on your oven

Ma: If Pa likes the tractor, I'll give you pictures of Clark getting crawdads stuck on his nose. I'll give you a group picture of Conner and those nice college boys if you'll fix the TV

Tim: Ma'am you are my favorite person to bargain with

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

Love it when the Tuesday comics come with a nice dose of seratonin.