#protective connor

[rosemary-morgan]

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 2)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Steven belongs to me.)  

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹  

Warning: mention of domestic violance! hurt and comfort, angst, mention of sexual abuse! 

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 2)

Detroit Police Department 20 May 2040 - 09:32 Michigan, Detroit

"It's okay. Take your time..." Hank looked concernedly at the young woman sitting across from him. She hardly dared to look at Hank, even though she knew he would never judge her. The sounds around her, she perceived very intensely. The ringing of the phones, the typing on the computers, the conversations between the police officers... It all made her so nervous. She let her eyes glide over Hank's desk, looking at the various photos and newspaper clippings pinned to his bulletin board. And then there was Connor, standing behind Hank, catching her gaze. He smiled warmly at her and suddenly, she found the courage to speak. "I..." She closed her eyes for a moment, moistening her lips before continuing. "It was around 9 p.m. when Steven came home. I was standing in the kitchen, getting fresh strawberries from the fridge since I was hungry." She looked down at her hands, still seeing everything clearly in front of her. "I hadn't heard him at first, not until he suddenly... hugged me from behind." She got goosebumps as she spoke of it. She could still feel Steven's breath on her neck, smelling his scent. "Holding me tightly against him, whispering... things in my ear." Connor clenched his jaw tightly, which was clearly to see. It made him sick to think where her story would lead...

Flashback...

"Hey, sweetheart." Y/N smelled the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk and in this state, he was unbearable. He already was without alcohol, but having him drunk made him even more aggressive. He took the bowl from her hand and placed it on the counter in front of her, then pressed himself against her body. She could clearly feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her butt. The young woman swallowed, closing her eyes and trying to find the right words to calm him down. Any wrong word could lead to the biggest argument. Y/N knew this because she had been through this many, many times. Steven was a hothead, possessive and dominant. In their relationship, the young woman didn't have much to say and she knew she had to get away from him; only she didn't know when or how to do it. But what was certain was that she could not take any steps too hastily. Every step had to be well thought out, because it could be the last one. She had read about this many times and she took her present situation very seriously. "You smell so good, Y/N." His hands slid under her top, caressing the bare skin of her belly. Carefully, she pushed his hands away. "Not today, Steven. I'm tired..." "Oh, come on, Y/N... Don't be like that", he whispered in her ear, his breath warm and moist. She shivered, her skin covered with goosebumps. The young woman knew she had to stay calm so as not to upset him. But what was the point? Was she supposed to just do everything for him? Every time it came to an argument with him, because of silly things! And every time it ended with violence. She couldn't even count the bruises on her body anymore, as there were far too many. Steven wanted complete control, but her body belonged to her! "Steven!" She tried to push him off her, but his hands were all over her body, sliding into the waistband of her short pants. The young woman half turned to face him as he touched her hot flesh and she pushed him off her with force. Her look was one of pure hatred, she didn't want to be touched! Was this so hard to get? "I said NO, Steven!" She feared that at any moment he would scream out and insult her, but that didn't happen for now. "Bitch! You don't have to yell at me!" Without another glance in his direction, she walked into the living room. She left the bowl of strawberries on the counter, having lost her appetite...

♦♦♦♦

"And then? What happened, Y/N?" Hank knew this was a very sensitive subject and he was careful in his choice of words. In no way did he want to pressure the young woman. At first Y/N hesitated and the first tears formed in her eyes. She was nervously playing around with her fingers, looking down at her lap, when suddenly she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It was Connor, coming to stand by her side. Instantly, the young woman reached for the android's hand, which of course did not escape Hank's notice. The lieutenant looked at the two of them for a moment. They had liked each other very much from the beginning. But there was more, Hank knew. He sensed it, even if the two of them weren't even aware of it yet. Y/N trusted the android, allowing him to get closer to her. "I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, trying to get my mind off it, hoping that the subject was settled. But..." But the issue was never settled. Steven had never been able to let anything go until he got his way. But Y/N was a tough nut to crack, not one to back down easily! "Suddenly, he came. Furious, yelling at me why the apartment was so messy. That he expected a tidy apartment when he came home. He..." the young woman sighed heavily "...is always looking for an excuse to argue." Hank frowned, shaking his head, for he could hardly believe what he was hearing. Steven was probably more sick than he'd assumed after all. "He insulted me. He said I was too stupid to do anything. And... I wasn't even good enough to be fucked since I never let him get close to me..." At her words, Connor's LED immediately jumped to red, his jaw clenched tightly again, and he would have loved to storm into Steven's cell and beat some manners into him. Connor calmed down when Y/N squeezed his hand, clearly looking for comfort. The first tears ran down her face. "Y/N, let's take a break. Okay?" Hank gently reached for her hand, looking towards her with concern. This was clearly too much for the young woman. "Okay, Hank..." Hank smiled encouragingly at her before looking at Connor. He felt it was right that Connor should take some care of the young woman. "Connor, will you take care of Y/N? Meanwhile, I'll take care of Steven some more. I have a few more questions for him." But Connor wanted to be there this time. "Five minutes Lieutenant. I'll be back in five minutes for Y/N. I want to talk to Steven myself. I want to get one thing straight once and for all." And judging from the android's cold stare, Hank knew what to do. "All right, Connor." Y/N looked up at Connor. The fact that he cared so much about her and protected her made her heart pound like crazy. She was very grateful that Hank and Connor believed her words. That they cared about her and showed her that she wasn't alone. That felt good, it helped her stay strong. Connor smiled down at her before disappearing with Hank.

Closely followed by Hank, Connor approached the prison cell where Steven was being held. Hank let the accused out, not without cuffing his hands behind his back before doing so, of course. "Move it, come on!" Hank pushed him out the door and Connor caught the look of the man who had been torturing Y/N. His LED glowed a deep red and only one thing stopped him from smashing the guy's face. He wanted a confession. "What are you looking at, asshole!" Steven growled at the Android. Hank pushed the prisoner ahead and Connor followed into the interrogation room. "Get a move on!" Connor kept his eyes on Steven, not averting his gaze from him for a moment as he positioned himself in front of the large mirror. "What do you want from me now?" Hank folded his arms together as he leaned back in his chair and looked at Steven. "Looks good on you," Hank said, pointing at Steven's nose. Steven just snorted slyly and rolled his eyes, glancing to the side. "The sooner you confess, the sooner you get rid of us!" "What do you want me to confess? I drank too much last night and I just freaked out. So what?" "Oh, well, there you go!" "Wait! What?! I just said I was drunk! I didn't touch her!" "That's not what Y/N told us!" yelled Hank, and Steven instantly winced. He hadn't forgotten how the lieutenant had mistreated him. "You forced yourself on her! And then what, huh?" Y/N hadn't told her whole story yet, but Hank feared the worst. "Did you rape her?" "No!" "SAY IT! !" "FUCK NO!" Connor intervened. Without a word, he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him to his feet and slamming him hard into the wall. His LED in a deep red. "Did you enjoy hurting her? Tell me. What was going on in that sick brain of yours when you raped her?! SPEAK!" Connor was very close to his face and the android could smell the man's breath, still reeking of alcohol. "SPEAK OR YOU'LL GET OUT OF HERE IN A BODY BAG!" Hank growled in satisfaction, letting Connor have his way. "Oh, Connor! Take it easy, son!" "NO!" "Connor, take it easy!" Hank and Connor had their own tactics for getting suspects to talk. With Steven, it wasn't hard anyway. They would get him to confess and that would make the whole thing easier. Most of all, this would be a good thing for Y/N. And it didn't fail to have its effect, as Steven seemed to panic. He seemed to be more afraid of the android than he wanted to admit after all. "I TOUCHED HER, YES! BUT THAT'S ALL!" "YOU HIT HER! OVER AND OVER AGAIN!" Connor screamed right in his face, his rage barely containable. "TREATING HER LIKE SHIT!" Hank watched the whole thing with a calm expression and he saw how this whole story was affecting Connor. Hank had never seen him so angry before. Y/N really seemed to mean a lot to the android. "And last night you wanted to shut her up for once and for all!" Connors paused for a moment, his voice quieter this time, but all the more his words achieved their effect. "She upset you so much, not wanting to have sex with you. Because she finds you repulsive, Steven." Steven growled, his gaze filled with anger, with hatred, and his body began to tremble. "Last night you understood that Y/N is not a woman who will let you do anything to her! And that made you angry!" "That little whore! She provoked me! MADE AN IDIOT OUT OF ME!" Now Hank and Connor got their confession. Connor didn't interrupt Steven for a moment, but let him speak. "She was fooling with me! I would have done anything for her, but she kept turning me down! And yes! I wanted to fuck her brains out so she'd learn who was in control!" Connor pushed Steven back to his seat and he was more than disgusted at Stevens words. "That stupid whore! I couldn't let her get away with that!" Hank rose from his chair. He knew what Steven would confess next. "Then I just saw the knife and tried to shut her up! It was time for her to stop talking!" "Steven Travish, I arrest you for domestic violence, sexual assault, rape, and attempted murder!" Hank still mentioned his rights, but they would do him little good now. As Steven was led outside, he remained surprisingly calm, knowing he didn't need to hope for a pardon. Hank glanced at Connor, nodded his head toward the exit, and the android immediately understood, for he had not forgotten Y/N.

As Connor slowly walked out of the interrogation room, he had images in his mind. Images of Steven and Y/N. Connor's LED immediately glowed a dark yellow again, because it just made him sick that this monster had gotten away with it for so long. Connor cursed himself for not seeing it sooner! He could have prevented so much! And there she was... Still in the same place where Hank had interrogated her earlier. Connor's gaze was sad and he swallowed, he wouldn't be able to feel the hell that must be raging inside her right now. Slowly he approached her and at that moment, she turned to him as if she had already sensed his presence. She slowly rose from her seat and Connor stopped in front of her, his LED again a soft blue that spoke for the fact, that he was more than fine in her presence. "You'll never have to see him again, Y/N. It's over." When she heard those words, she could hardly believe it at first. So much burden was lifted from her at that moment. She moved into the android's arms. To snuggle up to him and feel the warmth he could give her. Y/N couldn't believe that this whole story had finally come to an end. It had taken her so long to find the courage to get help, but she had done it and now she was finally free. Without Hank and Connor this would not have been possible. They had given her courage and they were the reason she had to break out of her prison. To not lose them both. "Can we go home now, Connor?" She smiled up at him. A still somewhat sad smile, but there was also a lot of relief in her face. Connor nodded gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Yes. Of course, Y/N." Connor knew Y/N meant Hanks' house, and she didn't mean the place where she and Steven had lived together before. And with that, Connor led her out of the police station to take her home.

♦♦♦♦

It was late at night when Hank came back home. He found Y/N and Connor on the couch. She had fallen asleep in his lap while the android kept gently stroking her head, giving her a tender look. Connor didn't seem to have noticed Hank and he didn't say anything either, watching the two quietly and smiling. Yes, his girl was definitely in good hands and from the looks of it, something seemed to be growing between them. It was crazy when Hank thought about how much he once hated androids. But now Connor was like a son to him, he would trust him with his life, because the android had saved his life more than once...

Next chapter coming soon...

[frenchublog]

[kitconnor]

"I'm bi, actually. And so what?"

KIT CONNOR as NICK NELSON Heartstopper (2022—)

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Tim has always been closer to divinity than human in Kon's eyes.

The Clone of Superman, they say Clark Kent is a god a being of so much power.

Maybe he is, after all every myth will tell you the god's are cruel made up of pride and wrath.

Tim is twisted, Kon has seen what the future could hold, a verison that is a dictator dripping in the blood of the innocent, sitting on a throne a verison of Kon helped build.

Blood suites him though.

After the battle was done Rob wanted a promise that none of Young Justice would let him become that. We would help put him down, we wouldn't join his crusade.

Yet, he couldn't he would more than happily trample through bone, to be able to bathe in Tim's light his own personal sun.

He promised instead to always be by his side, for the smartest man in the world he didn't understand. Tim only found relief, his belief in the goodness of Kon almost infaliable.

With his death an even darker side was born.

A room filled with corpses of failed clones. His Sunshine doing everything to bring him back.

Cassie, and Clark so disgusted that Tim would even attempt they thought Kon should feel violated be angry.

But why everything his blood, bone, and breathe belong to his God.

He can do with him whatever he chooses.

The first time they kissed, blood fresh from his split lip Kon's personal ichor.

More than content to imagine bruises decorating his knees proof of worship.

Sometimes he would fantasize picturing Tim draped in jewels, diamonds or rubies. He wasn't picky, but always a choker of glimmering green, connected by silver chain.

Why did Clark allow Bruce to hold onto their one weakness, Batman wasn't worthy.

It had always felt constricting that with one move he could be taken down, a whisper from Clark and he would be no more.

But Tim oh he would welcome it, if he decided that Kon wasn't it, that he was displeased he was more than happy to fall into the green. To meet his end but only at one hand.

When the day finally came that Tim decided it wasn't worth it that heroes were only the stuff of legend.

That he would wear the cowl that it was time for the world to change. He would take his rightful place make it that everyone would finally see.

Kon was more than ready.

He would do anything to ensure his future and if all his God asks is the death of a false one who is he to deny.

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

Connor : " We should stop worrying about Jon and damian and let them live their owns lives"

Tim :

Connor :

Tim : " Do you want to follow them or should i ? "

Connor : " let's both do it. "

[nnicknnelsonn]

soft 🥹

{{prev}} so in love {{next}}

[lostquinn]

They're mine

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff - flirting - protective Connor

CW - harassment // swearing

Summary - while waiting for Hank and a few others at a bar, a man approaches you and starts flirting - this makes you uncomfortable and Connor could tell as soon as he walked in. The android makes it his job to be your boyfriend for the night.

Writing this had me smiling and kicking my feet. I love him so much. Did anyone spot my silly little reference? 👀 requests are still open!!

Word count - 946

The lighting of the establishment was low, it was your first time in this bar that Hank had recommended and so far it just seemed the same as evey other bar.

You were sat in a booth, waiting for Hank and a few others from the police station to show up. You hadn't worked with them for a short while but you still liked to catch up with them.

The wooden table was sticky and the seats were uncomfortable. There was some sort of music playing that could barely be heard over the conversations that flooded the room.

A man slid into the booth opposite you. This dragged your eyes away from your phone to the stranger across the table.

"Hey beautiful," he slurred his words slightly.

The man's hair was greasy, falling down just past his stumbled chin. He grinned at you, a smile too wide to be normal proudly showed off his yellowed teeth and he leant towards you.

His arms reached across the desk, hands searching to find yours as he stared at you. You recoiled away from him, pressing back into the fabric of the booth behind you.

"Leave me alone," you said to the man, shifting due to your discomfort.

"Not until I get your number or take you home doll," he continued grinning.

"That's not going to happen,"

"Then I'm not going anywhere." He looked out up and down as best he could.

It felt as though he was undressing you with his eyes and suddenly it felt wrong to be in your own skin. You looked around, hoping to find a different booth to hide yourself away in and it turned out the bar had filled up during this conversation, yet your friends still weren't here.

You cursed them as the stranger began speaking, flirting with you in his drunken state.

"You know doll, I could show ya a real good time," he ended his almost speech.

"I'm meeting someone, please leave me alone,"

"I don't see him. I'm not going until I get your number or you in my bed bitch." He moved to sit differently, adjusting his posture.

You felt a wave of fear rush through you. This feeling was furthered when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked up, searching for who the hand belonged to.

Connors chocolate brown eyes met yours and you felt calm in an instant. He was smiling down at you, his features soft and beautiful.

He sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. You were just friends. Just friends. That's all he saw you as. You cursed yourself for enjoying his touch as much as you were.

"There you are sweetheart, sorry I was late. I was looking everywhere for you."

You smiled at him. "You found me,"

He pressed a kiss against your temple in response. "So who's this?" He tilted his head towards the stranger

"I dont know," you muttered.

Connors body language didn't change. Of course he knew that you didn't know the drunk stranger, he had probably heard the last thing the man said to you.

"I'm the one who's gonna make your little partner my bitch." He grinned at Connor.

Connor pulled his arm away from you and leant across the table. He grabbed the man by the collar and stared deep into his soul. For a moment he whispered, too quiet for you to hear. You could only hear his final words to the man.

"They're mine." He almost growled.

As Connor sat back and put his arm back around you, the man left. You swore that you caught an expression that could only be described as pure fear. You wondered what Connor has whispered to him.

A blush flushed your face pink as you looked at Connor, his head was turned away from you as he greeted Hank and the others who had just arrived.

He removed his arm from around you, saving the both of you from being teased by the others as they crowded around the table.

"Jesus [name] was this the only table?" Hank groaned slightly as he reached for his beer.

"I don't see you finding us a better one," you stuttered, tripping over your words.

You were distracted by the presence of Connors hand, placed gently on the top of your thigh. He simply rested his hand on you, being able to touch you made him feel secure as he knew you were safe and okay.

----

The night ended at your doorway, after Connor had walked you home for the night. You stood, leaning against the wooden frame as you smiled at him.

"Thank you for that back there,"

"It's no problem, I had to get rid of him," he smiled.

"What did you tell him? Other than that I'm yours?"

His face flushed a light blue as he looked at you. His eyes were wide and his mouth sat slightly open. Connor moved his lips to say something a couple times but gave up.

"I- I didn't realise you had heard that, forgive me."

"Don't worry, I liked it," you winked.

It was almost as though he was having a software malfunction. He was blushing hard and staring at you in shock.

"I- uhm- you did?"

"Only because it was you," you smiled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I should get to bed."

He nodded in response and waved goodnight. You went to bed, going through your normal nightly routine before falling into a deep sleep. Connor however, sat up late into the night thinking about you.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 205

Now let it be said that not a single one of their team (“Does it count as a team if it’s just the three of us?” “Um, what about the Superman clone here??” “Four was the same number of the original League, so yeah we’re a team!”) were expecting to stumble across much of anything deeper in the Cadmus Labs. 

They’d already discovered- and released- the super secret super-boy clone after all, so that was the big thing discovered and taken care of! Only they had uh, found something else, another tube even deeper with the room practically frozen, while trying to find the way out. 

Now normally, opening the big tube would be a bad idea! But they had a bunch of creatures and security and whoever else on their tails, and hey, why not fight fire with fire and escape while everything was distracted? 

Only when things start to defrost they- the sidekicks who are not sidekicks thanks- are really alarmed and starting to worry about what the fuck is inside. Because the cryogenic-liquid-whatever tube is way bigger than they thought, and the files that Robin hacked refers to whatever is inside as a quote, potentially world-ending dangerous entity. 

And it’s not even fully defrosted before it starts to break free. One clawed hand- and then another, and another and another- grip onto the broken material, green dripping from where tubes were shrugged free. Its hair shifts and weaves in the air as though underwater, opalescent and each strand shimmering a different color. 

It’s absolutely massive, humanoid with long tapered ears and a cacophony of differently shaped horns floating above its head. They’re wary, suddenly remembering every single lecture about dangerous unknowns as it shakes the liquid from a body that appears almost scaled, eight arms easily lifting itself so that it may step out. 

They’re also suddenly reminded of the danger they’re in from other things when there’s a crash against the door, like one of those gynomorph tank things had slammed against it. It also causes the being’s head to snap up from where they were seemingly watching the liquid pool beneath them, nine eyes opening from their previously half-lidded position. 

A deep rumbling noise echoed around the room as it stopped slouching, showing just how tall it was while three tails lashed in what was obviously some sort of agitation. When they speak, it’s not in any language the three of them know, but Superboy’s head snaps from the door towards them, eyes suddenly wide in child-like wonder. 

(“Oh! It’s a baby~”)

Why yes, Even more of Tiamat Class Prompts- but Humanoid!

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

"Nick protecting Charlie <333" WHAT ABOUT CHARLIE "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure Nick doesn't have to deal with what I did" SPRING??? PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAMEEEE

[samanthasgone]

Nikita Zadorov was asked why the NHL suspended Carson Soucy for cross-checking McDavid...😭☠️

Nikita Zadorov speaks on playing in Edmonton 😭☠️

[dykespence]

Loving how carla has definitely not got an inkling of actual work done because as soon as lisa said interfere with my life whenever you want she decided it meant follow her literally everywhere like a desperate puppy

[arrowmaker15]

(Jason Todd and Connor Kent at a Batburger)

Jason:

Connor:

Jason:

Connor:

Jason: Hurt Tim and I'll fucking kill you.

Connor: I don't doubt it at all.

[elfcollector]

All mages are beacons that attract the attention of Fade spirits. Because of this, they are trained and tested by the Circle to ensure that they can withstand attacks from malevolent Fade creatures that seek entry into the waking world. Untrained Connor drew the attention of a powerful demon that tore the Veil asunder. He was freed from the demon's power at a terrible price: the cost of his mother's life.

[luthqrs]

something about carla realising that lisa is lonely and doesn’t have anybody looking out for her and immediately making it her number one order of business make sure she isn’t alone, even when she wants to be.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Clone baby AU TimKonBartCassie

Part 1

"Don't be mad."

Tim is more than aware he might not be the most sane, he also is more than aware that sometimes he does things that can be considered rage inducing or morally wrong but he can't say he regrets his choices.

Especially when she's seven pounds four ounces and just holding her makes him ready to burn the whole word down.

A perfect blend of him, Kon, Bart, and Cassie which oddly enough was extremely difficult to do since as it turns out genetic sequencing which is already absurdly complicated gets even worse when you add two more people.

She's perfect.

It was a spur of the moment decision a nightmare that drove him right back into the center of his grief.

He was staring at his previous cloning calculations and for a moment he was so incrediblely selfish.

He wanted a piece of his friends proof in a way of how deeply devoted he is to them. Something that no matter what couldn't be taken from him, something he could love unconditionally.

In a darker part of his mind he admits that the baby, his child who is incredible could have been just his and Kon's a half kryptonian but in his experience that is still too mortal.

But combined with a speedster and demigod he might have just made an unbeatable weapon. Not that his little girl will ever be that, he won't allow it.

"Tim is that a baby?" Kon gasps.

He only had held her for five minutes the greatest thing in the word had only been alive for ten minutes before he raced to titans tower holding his precious cargo.

All of them, the other parents? His friends sitting peacefully watching some program completely unaware of what's he's done. Not that it stayed that way for long.

"Is that Luci?" Bart asks.

All of them turn even Tim completely shocked his entire explanation that he had been planning for the last few hours gone with one sentence.

"Bart do you know this random baby? Also Luci what kind of name is that? Tim why do you have a baby?Cassie demands trying to sound stern but everyone can tell is beyond confused.

Bart who had gotten up walks not an once of speed the calmest any of them have ever seen, over to him a soft smile directed at apperently Luci although Tim agrees wth Cassie it's a weird name and not what he was planning.

"Our son, and Luci is a nickname, and if I'm right Tim just spent the last twenty four-ish hours creating him."

Before he can comprehend half of what Bart just said. Luci?

Is being cradled head perfectly surported by the speedster along with soft cooing from said speedster looking so natural as if fatherhood was created just for him.

Finally he finds his voice.

"Daughter, but Bart is right she's ours."

A giggle interrupts the cooing before a smirk paints Bart's face.

"No it's definitely son but it will be a good few years before he's able to voice that specific issue, not that it's much of an issue with all the money your daddy has isn't that right little lightening?"

And once again Bart is back to being absurdly attractive holding their child that Tim is getting a feeling he had prior knowledge of. Who also is trans? Maybe? which is completely fine of course but back to the whole Bart clearly knows something.

"Imp, ok I get the whole Rob made a baby with our DNA thing. No offense but I'm not exactly surprised Sunshine, your crazy we love that about you, but Bart why are you talking like you already know them."

Kon asks sounding very tired which Tim is a little offended by, he's not crazy.

Also how dare he be so accepting of Tim's cloned child as if this is Tuesday and Tim does this everyday he definitely does not, he's not Batman well ok maybe a little bit like him but still.

Wow Tim is way to sleep deprived if this is his inner monologue right now.

"Because I do. Lilith right? That's the name you had in mind apperently he doesn't actually mind you going with that for now since in his own words it inspires his much scarier name. God I love that kid."

Tim blanks.

He swallows throat suddenly really dry.

"Bart did you go to the future?"

He is trying to process but is now very scared is a time line fractured? Could his child not exist, and nevermind the whole Bart apperently already has insider info on the child his child that Tim just made ten fucking minutes ago.

"Oh no nothing like that."

He laughes out as if Bart hasn't been sitting on life changing information for who knows how long. Which is also extremely hypocritical of him considering secret child and timeline shenanigans that he was just panicking over.

"Our wonderful, gremlin, of a child ran into me actually some evil rouge with Time Travel powers which was a whole thing."

He pauses clearly rejoicing in some memory of their child that again Tim you know his mother wasn't privy to. Even though Tim is a man which would make him Dad but he created the baby so he should have been the first to have fond memories.

"I went to interrupt said fight not knowing and your child, yah Robie he was hundred percent your child, threw a DNA test in my face told me to get out of his way and absolutely demolished the dude before who I believe and I am just speculating here, was your brother's kid grabbed the dude and threw him into some weird portal before vanishing."

Tim is gonna lose his fucking mind his baby who he just created.

Grows up to be a superhero which alright not surprising, but also apperently one of his siblings has a child also not surprising. But they apperently travel through time together and cause chaos how fucking lovely he is starting to feel really guilty about everything with Bruce.

Oh my god he has to tell Bruce. But first.

"Which sibling?"

He doesn't actually know what's he's hoping for maybe Dick's kid yah, a sunshine child, chaotic but nice yah that sounds like a good influence. On once again his twenty minute old son? Daughter something? Whatever baby.

"Well based on the guns, and arrows that were floating around. You also can't forget the helmet I would say that was Arsenal and Red Hood's very own precious bundle but Luci wouldn't give me a straight answer but what would you expect when we raised him."

Tim's tired very tired he doesn't even stop himself from face planting onto the floor. Everything will make more sense after a nap a very long nap.

Oh my god Jason procreated is his last thought before he falls into a nightmare filled sleep.

[naanima]

There is something fucking amazing about Marc Andre Fleury yeeting/flipping TWO number one drafts in one game, seemingly with MINIMUM effort.

Flower, who was a former NUMBER ONE pick of 2003 by the Pittsburgh Penguins did that.

Twenty years later and Flower is flipping generational talent Connor Bedard (2023 #1 draft). And upending veteran Taylor Hall (2010 #1 draft).

Flower played with generational talent Sidney Crosby for over a decade, he can yeet you kids. Old man Flower kicking ass & taking names. LOLs.