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As Kon landed on the balcony of his and Tim’s flat, he overheard two people talking inside. 

As a rule, he tried not to listen into conversations that weren’t his own, unless the mission called for it; he knew what it was like to have no privacy, and wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Besides, the bats tend to be paranoid, Tim especially, and it would only set him off and make him even more likely to go on an all-night research bender.

There was only so much he could do to block out the noise, though, when he was 50 feet away from the source. And, to little surprise, Tim’s company consisted of Big Blue, who made sure to stop by their place every Wednesday before his and Kon’s standing weekly dinner plans.

“You have to tell him today, or I will. I feel guilty keeping this from him." 

“I will, I-”

“You said that last week. And the week before. It’s gone on long-” Clark cut off whatever Tim was going on about by waving at Conner through the glass. Tim turned around to give him a small upturn of his lip in greeting as he opened the sliding door and joined them by the main kitchen island counter.

“Hey, babe.” Kon gave a quick peck to Tim’s cheek. “Ready to go, Supes? Where we thinking?”

At first, they had made a point to try places neither of them had been to, all around the world. Nothing too fancy, as it wasn’t either of their styles (no matter how much Tim fed him fancy rich people food, he preferred the simpler things; and honestly, Tim did too, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying), but rather local joints that were the buzz of their community. A hole in the wall shop in Brooklyn one week, and various food stands in Hong Kong another; a family owned restaurant in Austria, and the same one the week after. This went on for a while until they settled on a diner a little ways outside from Smallville; a sort of middle ground between something new and something shared.

“I was hoping our usual, if that’s alright.”

“You know I won’t complain about having Cheryl’s apple crumble.”

Kon grabbed his wallet and keys on the stand near them and walked back towards the balcony, Clark in tow. After Clark said his goodbyes, Kon called out, faux posh accent on his tongue,

“Tim, my sweet, oh how I hate to leave you! But I must.” He clutched his chest as if in deep, inconsolable pain.

“Oh go, my dear farm boy prince, but don’t forget me on your harrowing journey for sustenance.” Tim, a competitor at heart, put the back of his hand on his forehead in anticipation of fainting oh most daintily.

“How could I, when I know what awaits me at home.”

“...”

“...Bye babe. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“So, how’s everything in Hamilton?”

Clark was biting into his BLT as Conner asked his question, burger also in hand. Really, they were so predictably American, it was a bit sad. “Good. Nothing unusual. Lois is onto a new article about the recent disaster in the Gulf and Jon just did a science project on volcanoes. Helped him with baking soda and red food dye and everything.”

“Hah, bet he enjoyed that.”

“Oh yeah, especially the part where it exploded all over my clothes. I was up all night making sure it got done before class the next day.” Kon smiled faintly, but then pushed it up the longer Clark’s light chuckles went on. “Actually, speaking of Jon. I hate to ask so last minute, but would you be free to babysit this Saturday night? Lois wanted to see that new action flick, what’s it called?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Smith 2?”

“Yeah, that one. She gets a kick out of it.” Kon knew because he also had plans to go see it with Tim Saturday night, because a Brangelina comeback? Especially amidst all the drama? Of course they had to go. He’d love to spend time with Jon, though, and Tim would too; it’d probably be fine if they moved their plans. “We haven’t gone out as just the two of us in a while. I’d normally ask Ma, but I figured I’d try to give her a break this time, no matter how much she insists it’s fine.”

“Yeah, I’d love to see the little guy. What time should I be at your place?”

“Does 5 work? It’d be great if we could grab a bite out as well.”

“Totally.” Clark smiled at him.

“Great! Thanks. But enough of that, how’ve you been? Tim seemed well.”

“Yeah, things are good. Tim’s working on a new energy project for WE and has been wrapped up in that, and I’m looking around for work, but we’ve been good.”

Kon struggled for a while to decide what he wanted to do. Sure, Tim could definitely pay for him to sit around and look pretty all the time, but Kon wanted more. Wanted some purpose outside of hero work and spending time with the people he cared about. He’d toyed with going to college, but couldn’t decide what he wanted to study; he thought about trades school, but wasn’t totally into it; and he didn’t want to be a cashier or barista or something his whole life. So, he was at an impasse, looking at online job listings but continuing to scroll, scroll, scroll.

This would be the time that having some sort of parental advice would be nice, but Kon couldn’t be picky.

“Yeah? Have you decided on what you might like to do?”

“Being a sports coach sounded fun.” Yes, because he knew so much about sports. Wow, talk about pulling something out his ass. Clark looked skeptical and yep, Kon knew he failed at convincingly lying to him.

“Hmm. Well, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do for a long time, either; I only figured out that I enjoyed journalism while working at my college paper.” This is the first Kon’s heard about it. He’d always thought of Clark as the type to be sure of his decisions and stick by them. Being Superman, marrying Lois, having Jon, casting him aside. But then again, Kon supposed that there are things about Clark that have changed along the way, too. Including what they’re doing here now, and the fact that he’s even talking to him in the first place.

“Yeah but you were what, 18 when you went to school? I’m 22 and still have no idea.”

“Give yourself some grace, Kon. You’ve had it much rougher than I had at your age, or even before; it’s understandable that you’re unsure.” Not to mention that Kon really had only had 7 years to experience what everyone else had in 22, but.

This was nice; this was so nice, and it was the exact sort of thing Kon thought he’d never have with Clark years ago. His insides warmed just thinking about it. Maybe their dynamic wasn’t like Jon’s relationship with Clark, where Clark would stay up all night making sure everything’s set and ready for him to get an A on his science project, but Kon could at least claim some of his time. Once a week, Clark was all his, and they could talk and laugh and Kon could learn just a little bit more about the man who he… who he… got some stolen DNA from.

“Maybe. I dunno.” Clark kept staring at him like he was looking through his soul or something, and Kon turned away. “I could try college, I guess?”

“It’s your decision. I’d like to hear about it as soon as you make it, though. I know you’ll make the right one for you.” By the time Conner turned his head back, Clark had a beaming smile, and reassuring eyes. There Clark went again, saying and doing those things that make Conner feel like someone simultaneously grown up and forever young, seeking approval.

“Thanks.”

They kept eating their food for a while, and eventually their waiter came over to take their plates. They both ordered the aforementioned apple crumble for dessert, not ready to go quite yet. Clark picked around his plate for a moment, opening his mouth and then closing it twice in a row.

“I also had something important I wanted to talk to you about.” He seemed… flighty. Nervous, perhaps? Maybe this is what he and Tim were talking about before, though Kon felt the tiniest bit of guilt speculating. “Do you have any plans on the 6th next month?” Oh, Kon understood now. “It’s-”

“Jon’s birthday, right?” Clark looked a bit caught off guard at Kon’s question, jolting his head. Was he really nervous about this? Conner had the date marked in his calendar, for Pete’s sake. “Do y’all have anything planned?”

“Uh, Jon wanted a dinosaur themed birthday party this year. But-”

Kon laughed. “No shock there. He’s been pretty nonstop about which dinosaurs would win in a fight the last few times I’ve seen him. Personally, I think the T-Rex is a bit overhyped, I mean Velocoraptors’ numbers make them pretty good contenders, even if they aren’t the strongest by themselves-”

“Uh,”

"What do you think?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, dinos and fighting… Alright. Well, did you need any help with the party?” Clark once again looked caught off guard. Seriously, did he think Kon wouldn’t want to help after bringing it up? Jon’s his little man. He’d do anything to make the kid happy!

“Oh, there’s really no need.”

“C’mon Clark. I want to! What’re you thinking, dino plates, cake, banners…?” He tried to pull what could be relevant from the few birthday parties he’d attended for… just Bart, he supposed. The older man sighed, as if resigned. Kon didn’t get it - some weird dad pride thing, maybe - but whatever. Clark was just weird about stuff sometimes. At least it seemed like he’d bring Kon in on it, even if he was a bit bashful about asking for help at first.

“We're also thinking about hiring a balloon animal person.”

Kon followed Tim’s motions as he sat up on their bed. They’d chatted a bit more about the party, and Clark assigned Kon to decorations and picking up the cake the day of. The older man had paid for both their meals, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him another patented smile of his before flying home, with Conner doing the same seconds after.

“How was dinner with Clark?” Tim always looked so pretty after they made out, lips slightly puffy and hair tousled, as if he’d also been flying with Kon all night.

“Nice. He asked me if I could help with organizing Jon’s birthday party.” If this is what Tim had been chatting with Clark about, his expression betrayed nothing, relieved or otherwise. If that’s how he was gonna be, why had Tim been so incensed during their conversation earlier? He did have a mean poker face, though. Another Bat regiment thing.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. It’s May 6th. You’re free then, right?”

“Should be.”

“Great. Also, Clark asked if we could babysit Jon this weekend, when we were gonna go see the new Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie.”

“Clark asked a lot of things, huh.” Oh gosh, was Tim actually annoyed about rescheduling? He thought Tim would be fine with it, but maybe not?

“Is that okay?” Tim recognized the tone of Conner’s voice and softened.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Babe, seriously.”

“No, really. You know I like seeing Jon. It’s all good.” Kon turned his head downward, eyes serious.

“You’re sure?” Tim nudged him.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Okay babe.” Tim took a moment to pause.

“And how are you feeling about… the party?”

“Oh, that? I’m pumped! Excited to help make my little guy’s day.”

“...Really.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know you, Kon. I know how you act like you’re fine when you’re actually upset about something because you think it’ll make things weird if you don’t.”

“Pot, kettle much?” Tim looked at him in that way that meant he knew deflection when he heard it. “I’m seriously fine.”

“Okay.” Tim gave him a light kiss and began to walk towards the bathroom. “If you’re sure.”

Tim always looked out for him. It was their thing; they’ve always had each others’ backs and always will, even when they didn’t get along at first. Kon loved him for it, but Tim really was worrying here too much. Everything was fine. He was going to put his all into this dinosaur birthday bash or he was going to die trying.

“I am. I promise.” He paused for a moment. “I’ll tell you if that changes.”

“Thank you. Now go brush your teeth before we continue, your breath smells like onion rings.”

Right as Kon walked through the front door, Tim right behind him, he was attacked full force by his favorite angelic gremlin in a small package, catching him in his arms.

“Kon Kon Kon! You’re here!”

“Jon Jon Jon! I am! Tim is too!” Tim waved from behind him, and Jon jumped out of Conner’s arms with a final firm squeeze before giving the same to Tim. Lois appeared from inside the house to greet them as well.

“Hey boys. Pizza money’s left on the table. We’ll be back by 11, but make sure he’s in bed by 9.” Jon gave his mom a pout.

“But what if we’re watching a super cool movie and there’s 20 minutes left but I have to go to bed?”

“Even then, sweetie.”

“Awww.”

“I know, life’s tough. But once you learn how to take those moments in stride, you’ll be able to handle anything.” Of course Lois could turn anything into a deep learning moment. Kon admired her for it, even if the point boiled down to a firm ‘no’ to Jon’s request.

Clark appeared from around the hall. “Hey Conner, Tim. Thanks again for watching tonight.”

“Happy to! Anything to hang out with my favorite little dude.” Jon beamed, the same way Clark did, only with a flavor of unmistakable childish innocence and joy.

Lois and Clark left soon after. The three boys plopped onto the couch, with Jon settled in Kon’s lap, and turned on Jon’s current favorite show about the Justice League as dinosaurs.

“Why’s Superman a brah, bracky, braccia-”

“Brachiosaurus?” Tim supplied.

“Yeah! They’re pretty big but not very scary.”

“Well, I don’t think Superman wants to be scary,” Kon starts. “Or hurt people. He just wants to help.”

“Eh, lame! T-Rex’s are much cooler.” The two older boys stifled a laugh at Jon’s response. “I bet the T-Rex would beat Superman in a fight.”

“What about Batman?”

“Him too.” Kon turned to Tim who was stifling a laugh. Well, Batman certainly had defeated a T-Rex before, if the giant robot in the Batcave was anything to go by. Not that Jon would know that.

“But Batman’s smart, he’d tie up the T-Rex’s arms and legs with metal rope and make it so they can’t move.” Jon put his hand to his chin at Tim’s point, and started humming.

“The T-Rex would just break them!”

“Maybe, maybe.”

They continued on this debate for a while longer, during which Tim called the closest pizza parlor for delivery. By the time their pie arrived, they were situated on the floor, playing with Jon’s favorite dinosaur toys, ones from the TV show. Kon had the Wonder Woman one in his hands, which was his personal favorite.

“Did you know my birthday is coming up?” Jon asked, leg bouncing with excitement. Kon widened his eyes as far as they would go.

“Really? How old are you turning?” Jon held up 8 fingers with a proud look on his face. “Eight? That’s awesome! What do you want for your birthday?”

“I want… a dino book, and some candy, a leather jacket, and lots and lots of dino plushies!”

“Yeah? Why the leather jacket?”

“So I can grow up and look cool like you! You always have one on!” Kon almost clutched his heart. What did he do to deserve his brother?

Because yes, Jon was his little brother. As much as he skirted around the word at times because of all it might imply, he knew it to be true.

“Oh wow, I’m glad you think I’m cool.”

Tim chimed in. “For the record, I also think you’re cool.”

Kon laughed softly. “Thanks babe.” He leaned towards where Tim was sitting on the floor.

“Eww, are you two gonna kiss?”

“Yeah, little man, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Jon stuck his tongue out as Kon gave Tim a quick kiss on the cheek, and went back to where he was sitting on the floor.

“When’s your birthday, Kon?” The doorbell rang right as Jon asked his question. Tim shot up to get the door.

“I actually don’t know.” Cadmus had never told him, and Kon never asked or looked for the answer to that question.

“Whaat? How can you not know? Didn’t your parents tell you?” Kon ignored the second part of that question.

“I just picked a day, and celebrate it then.” The day he debuted to the world as their new “Superman”, backed by Lex Luthor. It was easy enough to remember - the first day he ever saw the sun. Tim, Cassie, and Bart get together with him every year without fail, usually throwing together a small little gathering with lights and balloons thrown about the room. Conner remembers the details of the first one like it was yesterday; the feeling of being wanted and celebrated for who he was, not who he was created to be.

“That’s cool, I guess.” Jon seemed a little confused by it, but didn’t ask any further questions.

Tim arrived back just then with the pizza. They chowed down while watching more episodes of Jurassic League, debating about dinosaurs the whole night long before putting Jon to bed and welcoming back Lois and Clark hours later.

Okay, so here’s the thing.

Kon may not actually be 100% totally fine with this.

It was nothing against Jon! He knew that. Maybe at first he had been a bit resentful of the kid because he had everything Kon would never have, but he'd moved past that once he realized just how cute he is. Seriously.

But hearing all the trouble both Clark and Lois were going to make this party fun for Jon and everyone who was attending, was a bit more... than he was expecting.

It wasn’t just decorations and cake that were needed at the party. Entertainment for young kids, food and drinks for the adults, party favors, invitations, the list went on. It was a lot of work, but it seemed the two of them were happy to do it. No, Kon knew for sure that they were.

And Kon? Kon was also happy to help. Seriously, he wanted Jon to have a great, memorable birthday. He was able to buy the banner with “Happy birthday, Jon!” across and dinosaurs stamped along the way with little problem. He picked out the plastic tablecloth, which had all of Jon’s favorite colors, easily. He went to the party store and bought both pre-blown balloons and ones he’d do himself the night before, flying everything over to Hamilton the day of. It was all coming together nicely.

But there was part of him that knew nobody would ever do this for him the way they were. He was too old now, for starters; he’d never had a chance to have a dinosaur themed birthday party for a hypothetical elementary school version of himself, even if he was chronologically right around that age. He’d never get to experience that excitement, that joy at knowing someone had gone to all that trouble just for him because they should.

He knew this because above all, who outside of his friends and maybe Ma and Pa Kent would want to? Definitely not Lex, because no, but Clark…

Kon and Clark were brothers. That’s all they were, all Clark said they could and would ever be. Kon was just glad he’d finally look him in the eyes without that hint of terror every time. 

At first, that was fine with him. Things were great, not just with Clark, but in most other parts of his life. Kon was finding he had all sorts of brothers in all places; Tim and Bart and Jon, for starters. But then he realized what he had with Tim was so much more than that. And that what he had with Jon and Bart was categorically different for how he felt when he thought of Clark. How much he wished he had with him. 

And Kon realized Clark wasn’t his brother. But that’s the only name he could give. That’s all he could have.

Because finally admitting to himself the word that he wished he could call Clark was… would be what broke it all, and he wouldn’t let it get there.

Tim could definitely tell that he wasn’t 100%. He had called him out right at the start and has been watching him carefully ever since. But Kon wasn’t going to say anything, because that would break the last part of him that was holding on and pushing forward.

The 6th couldn’t come soon enough. For better, and worse.

The sound of Bart’s cackling and Cassie’s exasperated sigh filled Conner’s ears. His arms were laying across the top of the couch, encompassing Tim’s frame like he was some cheesy romantic lead. He’d been doing it for years, and at this point, all Tim did was roll his eyes and then lean into Kon, accepting his fate.

“Yes! First place!”

“You used your superspeed, Bart. Not cool.”

“Nothing’s off limits in Mario Kart!” Cassie sighed again.

“Yeah Cassie, you blue shelled me last round, so you don’t have much room to talk,” Tim added teasingly.

“I didn’t even realize it was you!”

“The screens are split. This isn’t even your first time playing. How could you not know?”

“For the record, babe, I wouldn’t have sent a blue shell your way.”

“Yes you would have, Kon. Yes you would.”

“Excitedforthebigday, Kon?” Bart started out of nowhere. They were used to it.

“Big day?”

“You know, the 6th.” Tim’s muscles tensed just the tiniest amount. Maybe unnoticeable if Conner hadn’t had his arms on Tim’s shoulders, but still. “It’s so exciting! I was so happy to hear-”

Conner wanted today to be a reprieve from thinking about the party so, so bad. And, he honestly thought it would be. Tim was the only one of the four of them besides Kon who had even met Jon, so it was a bit of a surprise that Bart brought it up in the first place, even if they’ve heard Kon talk about him plenty in the past.

“Yeah, Jonno’s gonna have a great time.” He gave a tight smile as he kept eye contact with the speedster. “I’m glad Clark brought me into the loop about it and is letting me help.” Even if it was eating Kon up inside.

Bart turned his head to the side. “Yeah, I guess? ButIthought-” Cassie made an abort motion, and Bart’s eyes quickly widened. “Oh, right! Totally crash that you’re helping with the party. Totally.”

Maybe she sensed that Kon didn’t want to talk about it. He thanked her internally, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud. Because that would mean-

A loud boom sounded from outside Bart’s window. Looking out, Kon saw the beginnings of smoke a few blocks across. No sign of the cause, however.

They all jumped into action mode. Cassie immediately took point. “Kon, do you see anything?”

“Smoke and an apartment building collapsing on the corner of 7th and 9th. Can’t determine the cause.” She nodded.

“Bart, go ahead and scout for any villains in the area. Kon, carry Tim to the scene and try to rescue any civilians. I’ll examine the scene and determine if it was a natural cause or not.” They took the order without complaint and dashed forward.

It took all of two minutes to arrive. Tim pointed to one of the levels of the first apartment building that partially collapsed. “Here.” Conner brought them over and Tim jumped out of his hold. Figuring Tim would cover that area for now, he turned to another building across the way that had most glass windows shattered, flames turning the hot day hotter, and rumblings at the bottom.

Scanning the building, he found that over thirty people were still inside. Most, he was able to get out quickly and with little risk to the architectural integrity around them. They thanked him profusely, even as he was moving at lightning speed. However, there were two groups left. The first, what seemed like a couple in their shower together; second, a family, it looked like; a father, mother, and two children. He went to them first.

“Help! Please!” The woman yelling had ashy brown hair, though that may have been exacerbated by the debris. Her blue eyes spoke of deep fear, matched by the blonde man, even as he huddled protectively around her and their two children.

He had to be careful in his attempt to get to them. The building was shaking more and more intensely, and two beams had collapsed in their living room, trapping them in. If he went too quickly, the rest would all come down, and he wouldn’t be able to help the couple after, either. The woman continued to scream, the kids’ cries turning them into a symphony.

Right as he was able to clear a temporary stable exit for them, the man spoke. “Superman? Thank god.” On any other day, Kon may have corrected them; but he was so tired, and the comparisons had only gotten worse and worse as he’d grown older, taller. Years ago, he would’ve killed to be called Superman. Now? Well. Not so much. Not when he had memories of the man’s lips curling in distaste at the comparison. Even as the years passed, it didn’t erase the imprint from under his eyelids, from the harsh sunlight burning his retinas.

“Yes, sir. Here, come quickly.” He guided them through the opening. The last child made their way through after only a moment; the kid couldn’t have been more than twelve. He grabbed them all and flew down towards the EMT truck, depositing them safely. The mother shouted a thank you as he made his way back to the building, the kids and father following in her example quickly after.

He was able to get to the couple quickly. Much faster than the family, in fact. However, right as he arrived in the bathroom, a beam rushed down, and he stood there paralyzed, his mind scrambling-

“Conner?”

“Hmmm?”

“Everything alright?” Kon turned from where he’d been zoning out back to Clark across from him at their favorite diner. Different booth than a few weeks before, though.

“Yeah, totally. Just thinking about anything we need to do at the last minute for the party.” The party was now only three days away, and Kon couldn’t be more grateful. Get through this and everything could go back to normal, he'd been reminding himself of late. Kon could savor their weekly dinners and keep moving on with his week without this cloud hanging over his head.

(But was the cloud always there, and he just chose to push it higher and higher into the sky until it was out of view-)

“I think we’ve just about got everything. You’ve really outdone yourself.” And there Clark went again, giving him compliments like candy when Kon had to beg for scraps before.

“It’s nothing. It was easy.” He shouldn’t have brought up the party. He didn’t want to talk about it. Couldn’t they talk about anything else? The cloud was closing in.

“Well hey, if you still can’t decide on what you’d like to pursue, party planning could always be in your future…” Clark huffed in amusement. Kon would normally be entertained by such a sentiment, but the cloud covered it all up.

He still hadn’t chosen a path yet. While college sounded interesting, how would he pay for it? He definitely didn't have the money, and Tim could only be his sugar daddy for so much.

Yet another thing he didn’t want to talk about.

“Maybe, I dunno.” Clark frowned.

“Even still. Not everyone would go to all that trouble for…”

And Kon just let the rain pour down.

“For what? For their brother?” He could feel the frustration manifesting in his tight brows, his steel eyes. “I know.”

Clark swallowed, and his eyes darted around. Exactly what Kon expected, and what always happened when they got close to the topic.

“Jon is very lucky to have you.”

The cloud began to change colors, gray to white, striking lightning down onto the space between them. Avoiding the topic, as expected.

He just wished Clark would surprise him.

“Do you feel that way too?” Clark’s eyes turned sad.

“Of course I do. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you in the beginning, but I’d like to think we’re in a better place now.”

“Oh, so now you’re taking parenting advice from the Bat, always implying but never saying?” Kon huffed. “God, I’m so tired of trying to figure you out all the time, Clark. Of having to avoid the big fucking elephant in the room. I did this because I wanted to make this special for Jon, but you know what I’ve been thinking? I’ve been thinking, ‘would Clark have done this for me, too? Would he have wanted to?’ And I know I’m not supposed to say anything close to what being Jon’s brother means because it would force you to think for a second about how that would affect you. I know you didn’t expect me, want me. I understood. But I’m sorry- actually, I’m not sorry. I’m sick of feeling like this all the time.” He stood up and walked to the door. He supposed that he should hope Clark looks frantic, but to confirm, he’d have to actually turn around and look.

“Conner, wait!"

“Pay for my dinner, I don’t care. I’m leaving.”

“Kon-”

“See you on Saturday.”

“Conner,

I hope you’re safe at home when you listen to this message. If you listen to it. I’d understand if you didn’t.

I know I’ve failed you many times over. Sometimes, I wonder if I deserve a second chance at all. But then you’ve given them to me, over and over, and I realize that hasn’t been fair to you. You shouldn’t have had to.

Let’s talk. In person. If you want to.

I just,

I’m sorry.”

Right as yet another balloon popped in Kon’s face from blowing too much air into it, the main door of the apartment opened.

Tim threw his keys down next to Kon and sat down, unlacing his shoes. “You’re home.”

After his fight with Clark, Kon hadn’t come home until Tim was already out for the day, spending the rest of the night flying, stopping the occasional mugging and robbery. The next day, he made his way to Hawaii, loitering around for as long as possible. By nightfall, Roxy kicked him to the curb with his tail between his legs.

He wasn’t avoiding Tim! Totally not. He’d directly sent at least a dozen pictures of him looking like a total babe shirtless on the beach when he was kicking back with Roxy. But if Tim happened to be out working on a case with Nightwing when he finally arrived back home, well, that was just a coincidence.

“How’s your injury? Burn scars are no joke.” Tim had come out of their rescue attempt mostly unscathed in the bones and muscles department, but a bit scorched.

“Like you’d know.”

“I’ve watched you over the years, Tim. Of course I know.” This conversation was a dead end, and they both knew it. “Well, if you’re gonna avoid giving a straight answer, then you wanna help me blow up balloons?” Tim gave him a look.

“I’m fine. And you’ve got no room to talk.” The shorter man picked up a balloon regardless and began pushing air inside.

Yeah, Kon wasn’t going to be able to avoid talking, even if he wanted to.

“I’m sorry for not coming home sooner. I decided to go visit Roxy.” Tim put his hand on Kon’s shoulder as he sat down on the couch next to him.

“Kon, you know this isn’t about that. I’d never stop you from going and visiting your friends. But you didn’t come home after your dinner with Clark, and you know that’s going to make me wonder and worry.” Kon turned his head away.

What was he supposed to say? On one hand, he knew he promised Tim he’d tell him if he wasn’t okay. On the other, the most recent time he’d gone and spilled his guts was playing on repeat in his head already, and he didn’t exactly want to recreate the experience in high, real-time definition.

Well, gotta bite the bullet.

“It… I… I said some things I shouldn’t have.”

“Like?”

“Calling Jon my brother.” He exhaled quickly, faster than expected. “Telling him he’s selfish and that I’m sick of… well. I really yelled at him. I was just. So angry.” Tim gave him a kind, sad look.

“Oh Kon, it’s well within your rights to call Jon your brother. And to be pissed. Clark has been selfish. Still is.” Tim had made it no secret over the years that he wasn’t a huge fan of Clark. Respected the man, sure; who wouldn’t, after all he’d done for the world. But for all he’d done for Kon, or rather a lack thereof? Not so much.

“Doesn’t matter. I fucked up. He was at least trying and now I’ve ruined it. I’ve known the boundaries he set since day one, and I went too far.” He knit his brows together. “I said that I’d still go on Saturday even after blowing up on him, but I’m not so sure.” It’d crush Jon, yes, but would it crush him more?

Maybe he was selfish, too. No, he definitely was, or else he wouldn’t have blown up on Clark the way he did. Wouldn’t contemplate avoiding the Kents the way he was, now.

“Conner. I know it looks really bad right now, but you’d beat yourself up forever if you didn’t go to the party after putting in all this work.” Tim was right, Kon knew he was.

“I know. But what if he just ignores me when I’m there? What if I scared him off?” It didn’t seem like that’d be the case based on the voicemail, though, and Kon didn’t know which scenario would be worse.

“I don’t think that after all this time he’s going to be scared off by you yelling at him. If anything, I bet he expected it to happen much sooner, and way more often.” Kon leaned his head onto Tim’s shoulder.

“Is that what you two were talking about the other week?”

“Among other things. I told him he needs to be more honest with you. About how he’s feeling. Because it shouldn’t be your job to interpret him all the time.”

“Have you told that to Bruce?” He mumbled. Tim laughed softly.

“Yes, actually. While you were out on Wednesday.” Kon sat up. Tim, confronting Bruce?

“Really? Why now? What did he say?”

“He hadn’t texted me in two weeks.” Ouch. Not out of the ordinary, sadly, but… “He called out of the blue. Asked me to grab dinner with him.” Kon gave him a look. “Yeah, I know. I can’t remember the last time just the two of us did something like that together. But we got to talking, and he apologized for not keeping in touch.” Bruce, apologizing? Talk about the bluest of moons. “I think he hears from Clark about how things are going between you two. Probably also got shit from Dick and Alfred, though who knows. Realized he also wasn’t treating me the way he should. Asked me to be honest with him, lay all my frustrations out on the table.”

“Well, he is kind of a masochist. I hope you read him the riot act.” Tim was, by nature and nurture via the lovely Drakes, an observer. He wouldn’t volunteer his opinion with most, only sharing when asked to. It’s something that at the start of their relationship caused some issues, but they’d worked on it over time. Kon felt honored that Tim was so easily free with his opinion now, even if it bit him in the ass sometimes. But with Tim and Bruce? That previously codependent clusterfuck? Not so much at times.

“Yeah, something like that. We now also have weekly dinner plans, just us. Not at the manor, though he did ask that I try to come around a bit more. I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with the gremlin.”

“That kid really needs some friends.”

“Yeah, maybe then he’d have less of a stick up his arrogant ass.”

They both didn’t say anything for a moment, but Kon broke the silence. “You’ll be there with me tomorrow, right? Even during setup and everything, when it’ll just be me, Clark, and Lois in the house?”

“Of course.” They hugged. At times like these (though really, all the time), Kon felt so lucky to have Tim in his life; he wouldn’t have wanted to face the next day alone. “I really think you should talk to him tomorrow.”

“...I’ll try.”

He never promised Tim he’d try like, immediately, right?

It’s not like he even could’ve, because Clark was really giving a spectacular repeat performance of “absent presence”. Kon couldn’t find him all morning. He asked Lois what was happening, and she said that he was taking Jon around town, so he didn’t get spoiled of how everything would look.

The lack of Clark made it easy to focus on setting up. Tim helped him pin the happy birthday banner above the mantelpiece and hang the streamers and lights all around the living room and back patio. Lois even came in to help them distribute the balloons while the chocolate chip cookies she was baking (a specific request from Jon) were in the oven.

All this is to say that the setup portion of the day took way less time than Kon had anticipated. And with nothing to do, his mind began to race, wondering what he should say. How should he start the conversation? Hey Clark, can we talk? I know I totally called you out the other day and I’m not going to apologize for actually doing it but I am going to apologize for the way it made you feel, I guess? Alright, with that out of the way, let’s start at the dawn of time, or rather my time, and go through everything that happened because I have no other ideas on how to get to the root of this: sometime about eight years ago, your DNA was stolen and then your favorite supervillain pal made hundreds of attempts to use said DNA to replace and, possibly, kill you. But anyways, I-

“Conner?” That was Lois’ voice. “Can you run out and pick up the cake, or are you busy? I’ll give you my keys.”

“Uh, no I’m not. Totally can do. Tim, you coming with?”

“Yep, let’s go.”

In the car, Conner put on the local radio station. It was just some standard pop music that neither of them really knew well. Smallville’s local radio station mainly played Country and Christian Rock, so it wouldn’t have been anything he’d have absorbed anyhow. As for Tim, he didn’t know. Even if he did listen to one of the dozens of Gotham music stations, what would they have been playing? Emo and heavy metal? Probably.

The chime on top of the door sounded as they entered Hamilton’s only bakery downtown. There was an older man behind the counter who greeted them.

“Ah, Mr. Smith! Weren’t you just in? Was something wrong with your order?” Clark had come in earlier to pick up an order? Weird. Did he just not tell Lois that he was going to do it? It was one of the things he had asked Conner to do during their initial conversation, so it was never in the plan that he’d be the one.

He really wasn’t expecting Conner to show up, huh.

Kon gave his usual, tired answer. “Oh no, I’m actually Clark’s younger brother.” The man’s eyes lit up in recognition.

“The famous Conner! I’ve heard plenty about you. Little Jon loves to come into the store after school with his parents, and brings you up often. Clark has especially said good things.”

Conner’s face unexpectedly warmed. Jon talked about him? Clark?

“Thanks.” That’s what you’re supposed to say, right?

“I was told you’d also be coming in to pick up something today. Let me go get that for you. I must say, though I’m sure you get this a lot, you really do look identical to your brother.”

Again, his usual response. “Yeah, we get confused for each other pretty often.” The man went through a door to what Conner would guess was the kitchen. After a moment, the man came back with a large white box. “I didn’t get a chance to ask your name?”

“Oh, no worries lad. My name’s David. And who’s this with ya?” He looked down to his and Tim’s conjoined hands.

“I’m Tim. Nice to meet you.” David gave him a kind smile.

“You as well, lad. Now, Clark actually already paid for your order, so you’re all set.” Lois did warn him about that, so it wasn’t anything unexpected. “Tell Mrs. Smith I said hello!”

“Will do. Thanks so much.”

“Have a lovely celebration!”

The drive back was pleasant for Conner - it was lucky that the day turned out to be sunny and rain-free. Tim, however, looked a bit tense.

“Everything good, babe?” Tim immediately jolted.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Kon smelled bullshit, but decided not to call him out on it. They had just arrived in the driveway, anyhow.

He parked the car inside the garage and closed it. The other car was also parked, so he ventured a guess that Clark and Jon had finally made it home. Great. He listened inside to the main part of the house just to be sure, and heard… whispers?

“Shhh, they’re back!”

“Quit digging your elbow into my side.”

“Ohmygosh ohmygosh!”

He quickly looked at Tim with wide, questioning eyes, and received only a nervous smile in return.

They went through the mud room quickly, and Kon put his hand on the door handle. He turned to Tim once again.

“Go ahead,” Tim said quietly. “Open it.”

He did. And what did he find, or rather, hear?

“Surprise!”

Over fifteen people shouting that eight letter word. The only response he could think of consisted of three.

“Huh?”

Jon broke first. “Happy birthday!” Standing with him were Clark, Lois, Ma, Pa, and Kara; Bruce, Dick, and Tim’s annoying little brother Damian, who was glued to Dick’s side, were also with them. Behind them stood Stephanie, Cass, and Duke, the three of which he’d grown closer with after getting together with Tim. Off to the sides were Cassie, Bart, and Roxy, the latter of which was the last person he’d expect to see here, considering she knew none of these people.

“What?” He looked to Tim, Cassie, Roxy, anyone. “Silly, it’s your birthday.”

“Yeahhhh. But it’s yours too! Dad said so!” Kon finally looked at Clark for the first time since their fight with confused eyes.

“What are you talking about? My birthday isn’t for another month and a half.”

“Nuh uh! We’re birthday buddies now! Always have been!” Clark moved forward as Jon spoke.

“Jon, let me talk to Conner and Tim alone for a moment.” Jon pouted, but relented. Conner’s eyes turned even more suspicious as they stepped aside, while the group that had shouted his greeting stood awkwardly where they were. “Take a look at this.”

In Clark’s outstretched arms was a single, unmarked manila folder. Conner quickly grabbed it out of his hands. He opened it. And what looked back?

Him. A small photo from him, inside the tube at Cadmus. And listed under the photo:

KR-127

STATUS: INCOMPLETE, 68.226%

DATE OF INCUBATION COMMENCEMENT: JANUARY 12TH, 20XX

DATE OF INCUBATION TERMINATION: MAY 6TH, 20XX

WEIGHT AT INCUBATION TERMINATION: 66.42 KG

HEIGHT AT INCUBATION TERMINATION: 1.76 M

NOTES: Even with its mixed biological sequence, the weapon shows similar, if not identical powerset to Superman. Further tests needed to determine exact powerset limitations. Due to incomplete time spent in incubation, it presents as a younger specimen than its source, though still unmistakable.

‘Date of incubation termination.’ May 6th. It was impossible to think, but the only thing he could.

“Is this real?” Clark’s eyes widened at Kon’s questioning.

“Yes. God, yes, you think I’d pull a prank on you like this?”

“I don’t know. Would you?” All at once, the fury that had been slowly stewing in the back of his mind came to the forefront. “How long have you had this?” Clark looked to Tim, and Kon’s mouth opened in shock as he looked at his boyfriend. “You… you knew?”

“We found it together after Luthor’s most recent arrest in February.” Kon did vaguely remember that Superman had gotten some assistance from Batman, Robin, and Red Robin back then.

Three months? Tim had known this for three months and chose not to tell Kon?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Conner’s voice cracked between the anger and the pain. Tim’s eyes looked the guiltiest Kon had seen them since in a long, long time. Since he’d kissed Cassie and tried to clone him while Kon was dead, maybe. How Tim hadn’t found this file then, he didn’t know. Maybe Lex had chosen to keep this version to himself? He couldn’t believe Tim would willingly keep this from him for years.

Tim grabbed his hands and clasped them together between his. “I wanted to tell you. I promise I did. It was eating me up that I couldn’t. But Clark asked that he be the one to do it.” The two of them would have to have a long discussion about this later. He believed Tim was telling the truth, that he wanted to tell Kon about this absolute bombshell, but that still didn’t erase the fact that it happened.

He turned his fury back to Clark.

“So then why didn’t you, Clark? We have spent EVERY single Wednesday night together since then! You just didn’t feel like it? Is that it?” He was shouting now.

“Conner, of course I wanted to tell you. I just got scared and kept putting it off. I was nervous about how you’d react-”

“Well here you go! Here’s my reaction! I can’t believe you- I didn’t ask for this! You just spring this on me in front of everyone and expect me to react well? To be happy? Well I’m not!” He wanted to keep going, but over on the other side of the room, he heard what he’d most wanted to avoid of all. Why he’d decided to come to the party, even after his argument with Clark on Wednesday. 

Jon was crying. In between each wail that was growing louder and louder, he took a sharp breath, barely able to keep up. “Pl-please don’t fight! I don’t wa-want you to fight!”

He kept on crying.

Tim, Clark, and Kon all stood in place for a moment. Kon took a deep breath to steady himself, and said his final words to Clark, much quieter than before, before walking away. “Fuck you, man. Fuck you.” He gave Jon a deep hug, not caring if the kid’s snot got over his party shirt. “I’m so sorry, Jonno. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Can’t you just be happy? I just wanted to make you happy.” Kon’s heart broke.

“You did nothing wrong, kiddo. I promise. I just wasn’t expecting this.” He looked over to Lois, who leaned in as he whispered to her. “I need a minute. I’ll be back. Not sure when, just… take over for me.” He passed Jon over to Lois, and gave his little brother a final hair ruffle before leaving. “I’ll be back soon, Jon. You stay with your mom for now.”

“Promise?” The kid sniffled. Kon gave a soft sigh.

“I promise.”

He had no destination in mind as he flew away from the house. He never landed; just stayed above the clouds, above it all so he could think. Alone.

Even if the rest of the day continued to be a shitshow, he had the answer to a question he’d never thought he’d hear. But how much of a birthday could a clone have, anyway? Did it really even count if he wasn’t even regarded as a person back then? Sure, it was sweet what Tim, Cassie and Bart had done for him over the years. Hearing the way the scientists had described him in his file brought the memories back to the forefront, ones he’d rather not recall.

God, the file. The one Tim and Clark apparently knew about for months and chose not to tell him about. Sure, over the years he'd accepted it was one of those things he'd never learn about. But he'd still admitted to Tim once that it was something he longed to know. And for both him and Clark to have known, and kept from him... Batman and Robin had probably learned about it at the same time as them, yes, but that didn’t sting of personal betrayal the way it did with Tim and Clark.

How else should he feel? Clark hadn’t warned him in advance that any of this was happening. It was semi-embarrassing - scratch that, incredibly - that he had that whole screaming fit in front of everyone at the party. Really, did Clark think he was going to be running around exclaiming his joy that Clark had… had…

Had brought all of Kon’s closest friends and family together to celebrate him. Jon, too. 

Did he think he had to do something for Kon, even if it was last minute, because it’d look shitty if he didn’t? Or that this would be the year he finally decided to go the extra mile, and still have it mainly be Jon’s party, with an honorable mention for Kon? Yeah, maybe.

He wanted to latch onto that theory. He did, very badly, because it would add more fuel to his frustration-fueled fire. But he knew deep down that wasn’t the case. Why would Clark go to all of this trouble, if that was? He probably had asked Tim to help- no, he definitely had. During his and Clark’s original conversation all those weeks ago at the diner, had he even planned on asking Kon to help with Jon’s party?

Kon was beginning to think that the answer was no.

It was crazy to sit on the fact that in the weirdest way, he and Jon were twins. Born on the same day and year, although through incredibly different circumstances.

But therein lies the tragic part that Kon has always known but hated putting into words. From the first day they’d met, Clark had been a father. He knew what it was like to look at a child with unconditional love and say ‘he’s mine’.

And Kon… well… he’d never been good enough for that. Hadn’t been good enough to learn about Jon for years, until Clark finally deigned to share that piece of his heart with him.

Sure, Clark was now eating dinner with him once a week, and putting together a joint birthday party for his two… for him and Jon, with help from Tim and Lois, but…

But did he actually want to? Or was that just his guilt taking control of the wheel?

Kon had always been too afraid to ask. But at this point, he knew he had nothing to lose.

He made it back to Lois and Clark’s house a bit later, landing in their backyard. He listened in to the house, and was glad to hear that it seemed like people had moved on from the display earlier and were mingling, music playing in the background.

“Look at you, Little D! You’re so cute with your party hat on!” That sounded like Tim’s older brother, Dick. Probably talking about Tim’s youngest brother, Damian - Kon thought he had heard the nickname before.

“I look ridiculous. I demand that you take this frivolous decoration off of me at once.” Yep, sounded like the little gremlin.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Kon wasn’t aware that pouts could be so loud. “Don’t you agree he looks adorable, B?”

“Hn.” A pause. “Very.”

“Right on, B-man. C’mon Dami, let’s go introduce you to Jon. I’m sure you’ll be great friends!”

“I do not wish to interact with the alien’s spawn-”

“We’re going!”

Kon stopped listening, and took the time to center himself again. He felt calmer than he’d been before, and knew that it was time. 

He spoke at a regular volume, “I’m ready to talk now. Can you come out here?” Not more than twenty seconds later, Clark arrived out on the wooden patio. They made eye contact and just stood there, both not sure how to start.

“I feel like all of our conversations have ended with me yelling, recently. Not that you haven’t deserved it, honestly; but I’m trying not to lose it this time.” Clark gave him a solemn look in response, the expression staying on his face as he began to speak.

“I've certainly deserved it. You have been perfectly entitled to act the way you have; I’ve been a right dick.” Kon guffawed at Clark’s unexpected word usage, but didn’t add anything. “Did you get to my voicemail?”

Kon had listened to his voicemail, sure, but he hadn’t allowed himself to process it too much before now. “Yeah, I did.”

“Well, I said there that you’ve always given me second chances even when I haven’t deserved it. And I didn’t say it then, but you’ve also always put up with me leading the conversation. That’s going to change. Where do you want to start?”

Clark was certainly right that Kon had never really been the one to lead their discussions; he always reacted, never prompted. Mostly because he’d been too scared of what would happen if he did.

“When did you decide to throw a surprise party for me?” Clark looked a bit caught off guard, like he hadn’t expected Kon to choose to start there. What, did he think that Kon would immediately go for the heart of it? No way.

“Right around the third week after receiving the file. I kept trying to tell you at our dinners; I would open my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out. And by the time they did, I’d gone about it the wrong way. Like I said before, I was scared. Which isn’t a good enough reason, especially when your feelings come into play, but.”

So Clark had thought about how he’d feel about helping with Jon’s party. “Am I right in guessing that Tim helped you?”

“Tim? Yes, he helped me plan the whole thing. I think he wanted to make up for the fact that he was keeping it from you under my request by making this special. I guess I was, too.”

“And you wanted to do a joint thing for me and Jon the whole time, too?”

“No, actually. I had planned on having Jon’s party on the 5th so then we could celebrate yours separately on the actual day, since I know you haven’t before,” Kon didn’t know what to do with that information, “but then with the way I went about asking you if you were free, I got caught up in what to say. And, if I can add, I think Jon is proud to share a birthday party with you.” Kon’s heart burned.

“I am, too. I love that kid.”

“He loves his older brother, too.” Kon sucked in a breath.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” Clark paused. “I’m so sorry you’ve had to doubt that over the years. You and Jon are brothers, always have been since the day you met. And even before then, too. God, when I learned that you two shared the same birthday…” He tapered off. Kon wished he would continue with that thought, but said nothing. “I’m sorry I brought doubt into that equation because of the way our relationship has been.”

“What even are we, Clark.” Kon tumbled out. He definitely hadn’t planned on going there that quickly, but there was no way to take the words back.

Clark gave him a sad smile. “What do you want, Conner?”

And wow, to finally hear that question come out of Clark’s mouth. He didn’t know how to act, what to say.

“That’s not an answer,” he blurted in return.

“I know. But I’ve always dictated what we are- or rather, what I thought we should be.” Kon noted Clark’s use of past tense. “I’ve never asked you what you think. What you want.”

Conner thought about everything he could pull out of his mind and into the world. But there was only one place he knew where to start. If Clark answered nothing else today, he’d at least be satisfied with this. “I want to know what you think of me. What you really think of me, even the bad stuff.” 

Clark gave him one of those sad looks again. He breathed in the same way Conner did, even though neither of them needed the oxygen, and began.

“I think you’re one of the strongest, funniest people I know. I think you’ve got a bleeding heart and a killer grin. I think you’ve accomplished more than I could ever have dreamed of doing at your age, and you don’t even know how special you are.” Clark put his hand on Conner’s shoulder, and gave him a watery smile, and continued.

“All the bad parts I thought I saw in you, were really the bad parts I saw in myself. The things that scared me, the things that kept me up at night. Lex created you to kill and replace me if needed. He’s always wanted that to be necessary. And what if I got to that point? What if I got to the point where I needed to be stopped, and you were the one that had to do it? What if I knew you as well as I knew Lois, as I knew Jon, and it all happened anyways? What if I couldn’t save you? What if you couldn’t be saved, and I was just fooling myself? I didn’t understand how clones worked when I first met you. What if I fooled myself into loving this kid who wasn’t actually real and all just a mirage, a fantasy, and then he comes after my family? I know you wouldn’t do that now, but I had a newborn son and wife to think after. I’d just come back from the dead and learned I could never truly die. I saw you, and it almost felt more believable that I had jumped through time even further and Jon had become a leather-clad, ear-pierced vigilante. I had so many what ifs pulling me in all directions, and I let them lead me away from you. I used them as a crutch, and treated you cruelly. And once I realized that, I felt like it was too late, and I let guilt eat away at me. I tried little things, but they were never enough. I saw you living your life and thought I couldn’t, shouldn’t fit in it, after all I’d done. And then you died.”

Kon took in a breath. “You died, and there were no second chances. All I could do was reflect on the mess I made and never really attempted to clean up in any way that would last. I watched as Tim and all your friends grieved from what felt like another plane because Superman couldn’t have failed like that. Shouldn’t have failed you like that. I like to say that I’m human, but I didn’t realize how much I could be until then, truly. How many horrible mistakes I repeated, over and over. I was no god. I was no Superman. I was just a deadbeat dad who didn’t deserve to grieve.”

He called himself my dad. He called himself my dad. He called me his-

“But you came back, and I was given a hundredth chance. And I told myself I wouldn’t fuck up again. But I did. I did, repeatedly, and though it’ll never make up for it, you need to know I’m sorry. I’m so-” Clark petered off, crying.

Kon had never seen him cry before. And so he did what he’d never thought he’d be able to do. He reached across to where Clark was standing, and pulled him in for a hug. Clark immediately reciprocated and held him tightly by his chest.

This was nice; this was so nice, and it was even better than anything he’d ever imagined. And Kon finally let his tears out in his father’s arms.

“You want me?” Clark breathed in quickly, and began running his fingers through Kon’s hair.

“I love you, son. I’ll always want you. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to say it.” Kon let out another sob. He never thought he’d hear those words come out of Clark’s mouth, and it would be a moment he’d never forget. They had both been more honest today then they ever had been with each other. He held on tighter, and neither of them said anything for a long while.

They eventually parted, and sat down on the patio’s chairs by the glass table and umbrella.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive you,” Conner started. “It was just so much of so little, for so long. But I’m also so tired of denying myself about what I really want with you. And what I want for us is to try and move forward. To not just talk once a week. I know it’s hard because I’m 23 already, apparently," and that was certainly something he still needed time to process, "and living in Gotham with Tim, but-” He was rambling.

“That used to be something I worried about too. But I’d want to know you no matter how old, Conner. I would love to spend more time together. I really want to.” Clark took a moment to pause. “It’d also be great if you came to have dinner here with us regularly. Tim is invited too, of course. I just thought-”

“I’d like that.” Clark gave him a blinding smile.

“I’m glad. And Conner?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever decide what you wanted to do? About work?”

“Oh.” He had, actually. It'd been one of the things he'd talked to Roxy about, thought about as he flew around the world without intent. “I think… I do want to go. To college, I mean.” Clark lit up.

“That’s awesome, son! I know you’ll do great.”

“Thanks. I just don’t know how I’m going to pay for it.” And great, now he sounded like he was asking for money after their big heart to heart.

“We’ll figure that out. I don’t want that to be what stops you.” Kon's heart warmed, but for once, he didn't berate himself or anyone else for it.

Right as Clark finished, impatient footsteps sounded behind them.

“Moooom, can I go out to them now?”

“I don’t know if they’re finished, Jon.”

“It’s fine, honey. He can come out,” Clark shouted.

“Dad! Kon!” Jon attacked them with two hugs, lingering at Kon’s a bit longer. He eventually decided to hop into Conner’s lap, quite content at their position on the chair. He looked up into Kon’s eyes. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, much. Especially now that my little brother is here.” Jon’s eyes glittered in awe, the widest Kon had ever seen them.

“I’m your little brother?” Kon pulled him in and gave him another squeeze on the shoulders.

“Always have been, Jonno.” Jon squealed in excitement, a high pitched, urgent noise.

“Yay! This is the best day ever! Love you lots and lots and lots.”

Kon choked up at the easy sentiment, but knew exactly what he wanted to say. “I love you, too. Both of you.” 

They’d return to the party in a moment. But right then, Clark had never looked happier. And besides when he first told Tim those same three words, Kon also didn’t think he’d ever been as happy as he was now.

Chapter Text

Tanya didn’t get paid enough for this. Crown Cinemas really needed to include dental.

The couple across the counter looked to be in their seventies, and definitely had the disposition for it, all grumbly and dissatisfied. The man spoke first. “You only have tickets to the 3D showing?”

Tanya adjusted the name plaque on her black button down. “The 4D, sir. The next standard showing will be at 8:30-”

“We don’t want to be out that late, we’d get home by eleven! We’ll go into the one already playing.” The woman by the man’s side cut her off, and Tanya resisted the urge to sigh.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t sell tickets once the movie is already halfway through.” If they really cared so much, they could just sneak in and nobody would say anything, but Tanya wasn’t about to suggest that and risk the wrath of her uptight manager. Even if Mark only showed up to the branch once a week, he seemed to have a special sense for when she did something she technically wasn’t supposed to.

“Ridiculous. Do you believe this, Georgia?” The man sneered. “Let’s go. I’ll be sure to tell your boss how unhelpful you were.” Great.

Once they finished taking their sweet sweet time to walk away, a family of five walked up to the ticket counter. The poor mother had to deal with what seemed to be a shitload of testosterone, because three beefed up guys and one little tyke were with her. The dad towered over the rest, with a classic American cut and pair of glasses. Two of the sons definitely seemed to inherit their dad’s eyesight in the genetics department, if their matching pairs were anything to go by, along with their general looks. The other guy with them also had black hair, but didn’t look too much like the others; and with the way he was holding hands and looking charmed with the eldest son, Tanya was guessing it wasn’t a case of them being Alabamans.

The lady spoke up first as they approached. “They didn’t sound pleasant to deal with.”

“Definitely not,” Tanya conceded. “Let me guess, you’re looking to see The Man of Tomorrow ?”

The woman gave her a sly smile, like she was including her in on the joke. “How’d you guess?”

It wasn’t hard.

The dad of the group had on a blue shirt with Superdad in red text, and was smiling along with his wife. She also had on a graphic tee, My husband’s Superman plastered across the front. The two older guys elected to do matching couple shirts, both donning Superboyfriend t-shirts, in classic black and red.

The best part, though, was that all five of them had on black leather jackets with dual spikes on the shoulders. The kid especially went all out in Superboy gear, including the trademark glasses, gloves, and suit. He looked to be buzzing in excitement from where he was standing, leaning into his older brother’s side. Tanya understood; she was a pretty big Superboy fan herself.

“Eh,” Tanya responded with a cheeky tone. “Wild guess. And sick outfit, kid.” The little kid preened.

“Thanks!”

“You a fan?” The older brother pried.

“You could say.” He then joined in the preening. Must be a pretty big fan, too, Tanya assumed.

The dad of the group smiled and responded. “Five tickets would be great, please.” Tanya began to ring them up.

“Dad, does this mean we’re seeing it in 4D?” The kid excitedly shouted.

“Seems so, Jon. We forgot to check the website for times, so that’s the only one we can go to.” The kid only seemed to jump in place faster.

“I’ve never been to one before!! I’m so excited! Does it feel like they’re talking right in your face?”

“I sure hope they don’t,” The woman joked almost semi-seriously. “If Luthor spits in my face, I’m leaving. I’d rather never relive the Shrek experience at Universal again.”

“C’mon Lois, that was classic,” the eldest responded.

“I’m on Lois’ side here. You remember that a lot fonder than we do, Kon,” his boyfriend cut in. “The smell of Donkey is forever imprinted on my amygdala.”

“What’s an amidala?”

“Amygdala, Jonno,” Kon corrected. “It’s the part of the brain that stores memories.”

“Speaking of memories,” the dad replied, “let’s get a photo with the movie poster.”

Kon’s boyfriend quickly responded, tone sure. “I can take it.”

“No, babe, I’ll do it.” Kon responded even more confidently, though his eyes seemed to express something slightly different.

His father began. “Son, you should be in the photo.” Kon initially bristled, but a hesitant smile grew onto his face, almost as if he wasn’t used to hearing it. What, did this kid not pose in family photos often? The designated photo taker, maybe?

The boyfriend cut in again. “Exactly. Kon, it’s fine.”

“Tim, that includes you. If it’s a problem, I’m happy to-”

“It’s really fine-”

“I can take the photo,” Tanya cut in. Man, was this group a bunch of self-sacrificial pieces of work. Or maybe it was a pride thing. Who knew.

“That sounds great,” Lois replied. Her husband nodded in assent.

They moved away from the counter and towards the Superman movie poster after Tanya handed them their tickets. It depicted Metropolis at its most classic; bustling streets and a sunny sky with no clouds in sight. In the backdrop above all the buildings was Superman, flying up towards the border of the poster.

The family huddled together; Lois and her husband were furthest behind. Kon stood right in front of his father, the older man placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. Tucked onto Kon’s sides were Tim and his little brother, who had the widest grin Tanya had ever seen. Everyone was much the same.

“Say, ‘memories’!”

“Memories!”