Lex Learns Batman's Identity - Preview Snippet from Flightless Birds Part 4
Lex has known Bruce Wayne for most of his life. They used to get dragged to the same boring parties, until Bruce’s parents died. (He’d disappeared for several years after that—he was too young to attend social events alone, and no one wanted to invite his guardian, who was a butler.)
Neither of them had fit in with the other kids, who’d thought that Lex was mean and Bruce was weird. This could have made them friends if they hadn’t shared their peers’ opinions of each other; as it was, they disliked each other more than the other kids disliked either of them.
He remembers one gala he’d been dragged to, the boys had been trying to set up some kind of game. One kid, he didn’t remember who, had decided, “And Lex and Bruce will be the bad guys.”
Lex hadn’t cared what his role was—he’d play the game to make the night go a little quicker, and when it was over he’d spend the rest of the summer with his mom. But Bruce had turned red and stomped his feet and insisted, “I’m not a bad guy.”
They were at an impasse. Eventually, Oliver Queen intervened. He often did, then, for obnoxious child Bruce, and later, for a very different but equally obnoxious teen Brucie, when he was old enough to come to parties without the uninvited butler. (When Bruce was six, Lex had watched him bite a man for calling him Brucie. At sixteen, it was how he introduced himself.)
“We don’t need two bad guys,” Oliver had said. “Bruce can be on my team.”
The game went on. It was a night like many others. But Lex is picturing that Bruce, tiny, red faced, indignant, insisting, “I’m not a bad guy,” when the epiphany hits.
He looks across the room at his son. His son, who now trusts him enough to do homework in his office, instead of meeting in public. His son, who’s dating, of all people, Bruce Wayne’s son.
“Kon?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you dating Batman’s son?”
Kon stares at him. There’s that split second pause that Lex knows means he’s about to lie. “No,” he says, speaking very slowly, like he thinks Lex is stupid, “I’m dating Tim. You know that.” He pauses. “Does Batman even have kids?”
“I suspect he has seven of them. Named Tim, Jason, Dick, Cassa—”
Kon bolts out of the room at superspeed.
Well. He left his homework—he’ll be back.
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It takes Kon two hours to come back. When he does, he knocks on the front door instead of the office window, and he has Tim with him.
“You forgot your homework,” Lex says. He walks back toward the office, confident the kids will follow him. He’s not about to have some sort of confrontation with a teenager in the front hallway.
Kon sits down. “Tim’ll talk to you when he’s ready,” he says, then resumes his homework.
Tim stares at Lex for a long moment, leaning against the back of Kon’s armchair. Lex waits. He’s had enough encounters with Tim by now to realize pushing him is utterly impossible.
“I was born in a different world,” he says, finally. “Six of the seven of us were. That’s why all my paperwork is fake.”
“Batman brought you here?”
“Yeah. In my world—in my world you paid a psychopath to torture me for three weeks. I was fourteen.”
Kon’s hand snakes around the side of the armchair to grab Tim’s. Otherwise, he seems occupied with his homework.
“At the end of those three weeks, my kidnapper and my world’s Batman were both dead, I was insane, and you were the president of the United States.”
“You killed him,” Lex says.
“Yeah.”
Kon’s hand squeezes Tim’s; Tim squeezes back.
“Batman’s my dad. You aren’t going to ruin another world for me. Because you love Kon. And Kon loves me.”
“I’m not going to ruin anything for you, Tim,” Lex says. He’s trying to picture an even younger version of the very young man in front of him killing Batman. It’s an unpleasant image.
“I knew Bruce flunked gym on purpose,” he says, hoping to lighten the mood.
All the tension goes out of Tim, and he smiles. “He only did it to upset you.”
Kon comes around the chair to stand pressed close to Tim. “Okay?” he asks.
“Okay,” Tim says.
Kon smiles at Lex. “Congrats on being the second smartest person in the room. Tim figured it out when he was nine.”
“Well, accounting for universal variants—”
“Oh, this world’s version of me beat you to it, too.”
Lex decides to ignore that. He checks his watch. “We have dinner reservations. Tim, you’re welcome to join us.” He’d rather have a tag-along than wait for Kon to fly him back to Gotham. And they’d probably miss the reservation. Kon doesn’t fly as quickly as Superman—Lex’s contribution to his genetics, unfortunately.
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im cassi im 20 and i have blue hair and pronouns (he/him). i made this tumblr just in case i or anyone feels like chatting abt my fics or yknow. batfam :) i might take requests at some point but im always at war w/ myself so we'll see abt that one haha
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Dromornis stirtoni, nicknamed the thunderbird. It lived in the late Miocene period of Australia, about 8 million years ago. It stands about 2.5 metres tall and can weigh up to 240kg.
Despite being fossilised for millions of years, the microscopic structure of bone (histology) is preserved intact and gives us a unique glimpse at how the animal grew when it was alive. In some animals, growth rings (like tree rings) occur and, just like tree rings, they can give us an idea of the age of the animal, and also information about its health.
We found that Dromornis stirtoni grew far more slowly than the most recent "thunderbird" species". In the largest individual at least 15 growth marks were present, suggesting that they needed at least 15 growth cycles (years) to reach adult body size.
Osteohistology of Dromornis stirtoni (Aves: Dromornithidae) and the biological implications of the bone histology of the Australian mihirung birds
American Association of Anatomy The Anatomical RecordVolume 306, Issue 7 17 August 2022
https://anatomypubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/ar.25047
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Flightless Bird
Tore out my heart
Ravaged the whole of me
Left me trembled in the dark
A flightless bird is now all I'll ever be
Separated my body from my soul.
Changed my dreams.
Changed my face.
A woman or bird, I'll never truly know.
Tied to rusted, useless tracks.
As the ones I loved laughed behind my back
Starved me til i was barely faceless skin, then said I was fat.
Told me everything i ever was, is now everything i lack
What use is there for me now,
A flightless bird and lover scorned?
I can never truly leave the ground,
as my wings and heart are forevermore torn.
A flightless bird is me.
A useless creature is all I'll ever be.
My potentials now obsulete.
A useless creature is all I'll ever be.
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