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Young Justice attempts to stay timeless are so endearing 

It makes sense because Superboy is always meant to be ‘Cool Teen’. 

#conner kent #superboy

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#i tried to find the source and i feel bad reblogging this #only found it on pininterest #:( #conner kent #superboy

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#except clark is the worst dad #clark kent #lex luthor

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Dick had never told Conner where the name had come from. He cocked his head, curiosity piqued. "I've never heard," he began, and then stopped, realizing that maybe Jason didn't want to explain where it was from. Maybe since Dick hadn't said because...

He dropped the subject, because most of the time when Conner debated whether to talk about something or not, he ended up regretting bringing it up. Instead, Conner smiled back. Smiling, always a good idea. "I don't see it," he said, eying Jason's physique. "Your costume was way cooler than Dick's anyway," he said honestly. His eyes flickered to the pizza and back, wondering if Jason may have been holding back and was actually really hungry. Lex was definitely feeding him but Jason still looked a little sick, maybe a side effect of the resurrection.

Thinking about Lex again made Conner wonder about what Jason was really up to. If it was what he said-- a sick sort of concern for his son-- then the spying was uncalled for and creepy. And well. even if it wasn't about that, then it was still creepy. Perhaps Luthor didn't think about how easy it'd be to realize he was being followed.

And another thing, had Lex given him Kryptonite? Conner's eyebrows furrowed and he looked away from Jason in an attempt to negate suspicion of his theory. They were friends and Conner was glad Jason was here... but he couldn't fully trust him.

From the Canopy

#mistakenformercy

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Conner stared down at the bag again, unable to look Clark in the eye. Stupid Superman and his stupid promises. He tied the thin handles together, then started to try to weave them into the belt loops of the-- sweat pants. No loops. Conner tucked the bag under his arm and glanced at Clark finally.

"I'll take that chance," he said, putting effort into being nonchalant. He'd totally been in space before, or at least, Clark believed that, and no way was he gonna let him know he'd lied. Conner rolled his eyes to say this is dumb and stopped flying eastward. He gestured to the sky.

"You know, that was uncalled for back there. At least-- you could at least apologize. And never do it again, ever." He was a little freaked out to speak like that to Superman, but hey, it was worth the risk. Conner doubted that Clark was sorry at all, but he could leastways pretend.

He kept the bag securely under his arm. Superboy shirts weren't easy to get anymore and Conner had lost countless of them, either burned or shredded or shot or otherwise mauled. It was rare that they faded, partly due to the fact that they often were destroyed before that was possible, and partly due to the fact that Conner seldom wore them anymore.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#conner wantsta go into spaaaaace #to infinity and beyond #preferably without clark #but you know #superman keeps him safe #(he only wants love) #dreamssaveus

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Conner being angsty in Teen Titans #26 (2005)

#conner kent #superboy #kon-el #teen titans #existentialism

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Crap, now here was Clark trying to be all fatherly. Conner crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders, mouth in a straight line. He'd never been; maybe it was worth it. But was it really worth it, considering Clark was just trying to use the wonder of space to overshadow his own carelessness? Could Conner let him do that...?

He risked a look way up high. Space was awfully big. He swallowed nervously and glanced down at the plastic bag in his hand, gripping it tightly. The clothes inside were still bunched up and soaked. Didn't-- didn't plastic break or something? In space? Wouldn't everything start drifting away? Surely they would have to do it another time. When their heads were clear. It was dangerous.

"We can't," he said quickly, starting to fly a little faster. "It's dangerous, too-- too risky, I mean, it's nighttime right now." Dark, expansive, impossible. Sure they could see just fine, but geez, Conner felt nervous. Clark could probably tell. He'd notice and then call him out and Conner would have to deny it and it'd be so obvious Conner had never been in space. "Maybe another time. I have to get home before the hour is up," he added with a trace of venom in his voice, still fuming about his melted shields.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#late reply #oops #oh well #finally finished school #spring break = roleplaying galore = conner+clark+love #conner still wants to fry clark's hair off #dreamssaveus

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#dccomics #teentitans #superboy #connerkent #konel #superman #clarkkent #kalel #loislane #lanalang

#clark kent loves lex luthor #lex luthor #clark kent #conner kent #superman #superboy

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Conner realized he was trying to change the subject and he rolled his eyes this time. Despite his reluctance, he followed where Clark was pointing and frowned at the higher sky.

The truth was was Conner had never gone up too much higher than this. He was afraid of falling back down, without powers, into the sea, splashing down a hundred yards and being too exhausted to swim back up after the drop. What if something terrible like that happened? Conner had been in space, sure, he was a superhero and there was the Watchtower and other planets. But flown? All the way? He'd though about it.

"Yeah," he lied, unwilling to let Superman know that Superboy was too scared to fly up higher than the clouds. Especially at night, in an unfamiliar state, probably Missouri now if they were going fast at all. He looked away from the sky. Usually people were afraid to look down. Conner was afraid to look up.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#sideeyes you #dont change the subject #dreamssaveus

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dc comics

#you fucking idiot #clark kent #superman

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Conner took in a deep breath through his nose, loving the fresh, damp air on his face. The atmosphere in Kansas was a lot different than Rhode Island; the scents and sights were more expansive and dirtier, and the melody of the ocean was nonexistent even to Conner's ears. He breathed out through his mouth.

"You've done enough," Conner said curtly. "I don't need any... favors." If Clark meant that keeping him away from Lex Luthor was a favor, then he was definitely mistaken. Sometimes Conner hated himself for even speaking with Lex, but it ended up being informative and useful, both personally and for the betterment of the world once the law changed. The law had to change. The United States couldn't go much longer without their heroes in full action.

Sometimes Conner wondered what would happen if they were suddenly allowed to be free again. Out in the open. Instead of being fugitives, they would again be loved, have fanclubs. Conner wanted to feel welcome again rather than be treated like the random teenager in the grocery store . It was always women in buttoned clothes and holding babies that gave him those looks like, what are you doing here? Why are you buying broccoli? He hated it. He wanted to go to university-- another thing Lex was willing and able to help out with.

If the patch wore off in fifty minutes, then he'd have to find a zeta tube within forty to get back home in time for work. God he'd be exhausted but he got off at two instead of five, a relief of reliefs and he'd sleep until the next morning.

"Why are you still following me?" Conner asked, still annoyed, still angry, but not yelling.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#i've never been to kansas or rhode island #so dont give me that look #i have no idea what im talking about #drama llama #drama queen of the year award #dreamssaveus

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Superboy slowed down and gave Clark this look, rolling his eyes. Ooooof course Clark would come, as if he had something to prove. And he hadn't even said sorry. Conner did not stop flying and merely gave Clark a sidelong glance, continuing through the cool misty sky.

"I'm going home," he lied easily-- because he may as well have been going home. "I came here to get you to--" but he stopped speaking and sighed. Clark would never understand why Conner had wanted to protect him. Well, now he didn't care. If Clark was just going to burn up his shields, then he'd stay away. That was a clear sign.

The knowledge of the danger of the Kryptonite the feds had was given. Conner could rest easy now knowing that Clark would be ready for that kind of foe, that kind of resistance.

Friends, Clark had said. He wanted to be friends. Yeah, well, friends did not destroy each other's possessions without a good reason. Perhaps Clark believed he was helping Conner, but he was just digging a bigger rift between them and giving Conner a bigger reason to lean on Lex.

"Go to Cadmus," he said to Clark. "Go find Match if you care so much about that. I'm going back east."

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#my hair looks great the way it is #blowing in the breeze #messy #sexy #bam! #superman is the one being dramatic #melting conner's favorite toys #geez what a jerk #conner just wants love #the poor baby #dreamssaveus

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"No, I meant he wants to help me," Conner said, a touch of annoyance in his voice. "He's a good person," he repeated, but then Clark was holding out the box and Conner frowned at Superman's expression.

He didn't realize what Clark was doing until it was too late. He took a large step forward, arm stretched out to snatch the shields back, but the beam burned his hand the second he touched Clark's hand.

"Fuck!" Conner muttered, the hot hot light pinching like a bite. "What the hell are you doing--?"

For my own good? What do you know about my own good?

Conner sped over to the plastic bag full of wet clothes on the floor. He grabbed it and jumped up to hover near the window. Superman has absolutely no right not even a bit to determine what was good for Conner or not-- and even if he did, he could be civil about it, and talk it through before destroying the box right in front of him. Conner hoped that the metal would cool around Clark's fingers and hurt to break apart.

Yeah the shields didn't make him as angry anymore but they sure didn't suppress the rage. He shot out of the window, cold air a wet fish, flying east and fuckin' hell he was going straight to Lex and getting the fuck away from Superman and he didn't even care if he got caught anymore because fuck Superman, right? Fuck him because he was ambiguous and cold and never ever supportive and he was impulsive (like Conner) and cruel (not like Lex) and always wore that ridiculous outfit, always with the cape and the blue and red and disapproval and awkwardly avoiding Conner every fucking day since he was born and and

"Fuck him," he said under his breath, punching the air as he flew. If he had to run so be it. There were probably fifty or so minutes left of the shield and then he could run, Conner had stamina, he could run to the nearest working zeta tube and get straight to Washington. Lex always knew what to do-- Lex treated Conner like the adult he was.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#conner you're 11 #go away #conner ur fucking urself over #im sorry #dreamssaveus

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Superboy v3 #88

#superboy #conner kent #cutie pies

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Conner shrugged again. "It's not painful, Clark, it's like bitter coffee." He couldn't see why Clark was making such a big deal-- and the deal would get infinitely bigger if he told him the truth about Lex.

"Each one has about an hour," he said, a little venom in his voice, because this one was being wasted and he couldn't even fly with it. Clark kept going on with his endless questions and Conner was getting a little tired of the prying eyes, the intrusive curiosity of the Man of Steel. He remembered why he hadn't wanted to talk to Black Canary at first, because he was fearful she would be like Clark was being. But Dinah never asked more than she needed to and didn't ever want to be invasive. "And it's only been a coupla months."

Well, that was mostly the truth-- he'd used them back in the beginning, but that was foolish, impulsive really, counterproductive. Now they were useful, the shields helped people, goddammit.

Conner was taken aback by the next question. He hadn't expected Clark to figure it out so quickly, so easily. At least maybe a couple of wrong guesses. Though, Conner couldn't think of even one person who would ever give him something like this other than Lex Luthor.

"He's a good person," Conner said defensively. "Lex is trying to help--"

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#aawwwwww shit #the strike of the sexy #what? #what #clark is caaaareeepy #i guess #i love clark #if only clark would love mE #DAD??? #dreamssaveus

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Conner's eyes flickered to the box and his right fingers twitched. Clark didn't look like he was gonna give them up easily. And he'd just let him take them. Conner should have known Clark would get all protective or some shit.

And then here he was, being even more manipulative than Lex. Let's be friends Conner, you can tell me, you can trust me, tell the truth now Conner. Five minutes ago he was saying to get home on his own, an entire day and a half of traveling by ground.

He decided to select the questions that he wanted to answer; after all, Clark had asked so many. "There aren't any side effects," he said, quite honestly, "except it stings a little, but that's not a big deal. They just make me stronger, Clark-- like I could help you lift the bridge. I could fly. Flying is..."

He trailed off, eyes going a little hazy. Flying was the best. Being chased? Fly around. Can't reach something? Fly a little higher. And it wasn't scary. Conner was virtually indestructible, and so any drop or slam or punch couldn't hurt him. Falling in the water had been painless. Uncomfortable, at worst. And his hair was dry now.

"Flying is great," he said, smiling slightly and looked back up at Clark. "It's just great. And I don't use them too much.  I haven't needed them much because of the law... only when something's too tough. Which isn't often. And then there's some times I just want to fly around."

How could Clark be upset about that? Conner was using them for honest goodness and fun. Besides, Lex Luthor had modified these ones, as it'd been ten years since he used them before the Titans split. They didn't make him as angry as they had before. They were okay. They were good.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#conner is 10x sexier than clark don't even give me that #conner in the superman outfit is a++++ #with his hair #and the cape #and the disgruntled expression #dont even get me started #conner kent is so attractive #clark is okay #but he's a dork who wears stupid suits #dreamssaveus

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Conner appreciated that Clark was listening-- finally listening-- to what he had to say. He let his arm drop to his side as Clark examined the box, and couldn't help but stare for just a moment at the logo on Clark's chest, the image that Conner had been born with. It was all he ever wanted (but you know, he had enough sense to keep it black and red because those colors were a lot sexier).

"I'm not really sure what they are," Conner admitted with a little frown. "Kind of just... patches." He landed on the carpet again and wondered what they were. Lex never really said.

Oh, crap. Lex Luthor. Clark would be furious he'd accepted this from Luthor. But Clark didn't have any say in what Conner did or thought; he'd given up that responsibility a long time ago. Conner shifted on his feet uncomfortably, realizing that telling Clark where he got them might be bad.

"It doesn't really matter where I got them," he said slowly. "It doesn't matter, but anyway, they kind of just, you know. Do that. Suppress human DNA. It makes me a better person. Less like my-- like my other dad. More like you."

Okay so basically he told him, well not really, but kind of. He said the name. Well kind of. He said his father. And he was lying about the whole become-like-Superman thing because when Conner was wearing one of the patches, he lost a little of himself in the power surge.

Daddy Issues (Superman + Superboy)

#shrugs! he never asked! #can't stop singing prince of egypt soundtrack #dreamssaveus