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The below is not mime, I am only taking wonderful words out of the read more for posterity. All glory to OP
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It's...small.
Well. Wait; Kon's face scrunches up. He shouldn't be using 'it'. It's a baby. It's going to become a person one day. So it's a...
(Kon checks discreetly.)
It's a he. For now, anyway. Maybe the baby will make a different decision when he's older.
...Kon pales.
Oh god. When the baby's older. He's already thinking about this baby as a foregone conclusion, and not, like, back end of Tim's weird one-stop cloning shop Tim's depression had built while Kon was dead.
Still. The baby's so small in his arms. When he yawns, little toothless mouth wide and gummy and his little pink tongue showing, Kon feels like every one of his internal organs is being crushed simultaneously.
It's just. The baby is so stinking cute. He has little dark fuzz for hair, and a little baby nose, and soft little hands with nails that aren't even real yet, but still flex and grab when they want something Kon can get them. His little toes are to die for. He's got a round little belly that's maybe a little too thin by human standards, but Kon can fix that. Some time and some formula's got to help speed that along real quick.
There's no question about itβ really, there never was, because even with a backlog of desperate emails sent to a dead half-alien superhero clone that documented Tim's spiral into despair-induced mania, Kon had jumped out of bed and flown off as soon as he'd realized the sender was Tim's Bat secure random-generated-gibberish email.
Sure, he'd hoped to see a living, thriving Tim on the other end, and not a test tube baby floating in a tub of its own recycled growth medium, but hey. Tim's weird. It's Kon's job to be adaptable when his assigned Bat goes off the rails.
"I bet Ma's gonna love you," Kon whispers into the baby's cheek, and takes a moment to wipe more of the medium from the infant with the edge of his shirt.
The baby sneezes in agreement, and that's good enough for Kon.
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Things that I decided were true about Chester in the time between when I posted this update at midnight and when I saw this comment at noon:
1. Chester didn't have a name, for like, three years. Kon was on the run, the baby's a baby, he didn't really talk to anyone... So it was just "Baby" and then "Bud/Buddy" for like. Way too long. Chester Thomas Fakelastname really likes his name because he got to help pick it.
2. Kon works as a veterinary tech. It is, though, two hours away from where he lives and the kid works, so he just...flies. Chet and Kon take the bus when the baby has to go anywhere, though, because:
3. Chet's got mild to extreme sensitivity issues, depending on the day, and the one time he flew as an infant he got so sick that he cried nonstop for three hours and Kon thought he'd legitimately have to go to the hospital with a newborn quarter-alien clone baby. Thankfully, he didn't have to, but Chet's only power manifestation he's got at eight years old is hypersensitivity and mild invulnerability.
4. Chet starts telling people he's telepathic for no reason because he's eight and he wants to try lying. Unfortunately, he can hear people's heartbeats and can largely guess how they're feeling based on their microexpressions, so all the other kids believe him at school. But I like to think that the first person he tries this on is Jason, who has no reason to believe that this weirdass half-Tim quarter-alien kid can't read minds, because, fuck, why wouldn't Tim be off his shits and give this mania-conceived kid mind powers?? He believes this fully for like two years until Kon eventually finds out that Chet's been lying to his uncle the whole time Chet's known him.
5. Chet fell out of a tree at five and broke his arm, and he was so proud of the medical process he had to go through and his new pink cast that he tries to get back up into the tree and see what happens this time now that his arm is broken. Kon proceeds to switch apartments immediately after that.
6. There are League of Assassins agents following them throughout the years. They, uh, don't seem to know that Kon is ex-Superboy, though, so he just...leaves whenever he hears them reporting back to their bosses and each other. Chet has noticed them, for sure, but he doesn't know who they are or what they're doing. He just knows that they're around and they're bad.
7. The minute Chet reads about vitamin injections in a supermarket magazine, Chet refuses to eat vegetables for weeks. Kon has to actively fight through his medical trauma to discuss why injecting vitamins into yourself isn't healthy, bud like six different ways before Chat eats a fruit again.
8. Chet 115% gets a mirror to the "I saw Robin at the circus" backstory, except instead of Tim discovering Robin, it's Supermaaaan! He's just a grandpa! But that connection makes it really, really easy to find out other superheroes Kon-El/Clark Kent works with...
How about Accidental Baby Acquisition for the askgame :D
This is where y'all discover that TimKon clone baby rules my entire life actually.
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It's...small.
Well. Wait; Kon's face scrunches up. He shouldn't be using 'it'. It's a baby. It's going to become a person one day. So it's a...
(Kon checks discreetly.)
It's a he. For now, anyway. Maybe the baby will make a different decision when he's older.
...Kon pales.
Oh god. When the baby's older. He's already thinking about this baby as a foregone conclusion, and not, like, back end of Tim's weird one-stop cloning shop Tim's depression had built while Kon was dead.
Still. The baby's so small in his arms. When he yawns, little toothless mouth wide and gummy and his little pink tongue showing, Kon feels like every one of his internal organs is being crushed simultaneously.
It's just. The baby is so stinking cute. He has little dark fuzz for hair, and a little baby nose, and soft little hands with nails that aren't even real yet, but still flex and grab when they want something Kon can get them. His little toes are to die for. He's got a round little belly that's maybe a little too thin by human standards, but Kon can fix that. Some time and some formula's got to help speed that along real quick.
There's no question about itβ really, there never was, because even with a backlog of desperate emails sent to a dead half-alien superhero clone that documented Tim's spiral into despair-induced mania, Kon had jumped out of bed and flown off as soon as he'd realized the sender was Tim's Bat secure random-generated-gibberish email.
Sure, he'd hoped to see a living, thriving Tim on the other end, and not a test tube baby floating in a tub of its own recycled growth medium, but hey. Tim's weird. It's Kon's job to be adaptable when his assigned Bat goes off the rails.
"I bet Ma's gonna love you," Kon whispers into the baby's cheek, and takes a moment to wipe more of the medium from the infant with the edge of his shirt.
The baby sneezes in agreement, and that's good enough for Kon.
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