Kon falls into the ocean, exhausted, and genuinely doesn't think this is going to end well for him. He's gonna faint in the middle of the ocean, where he'll sink to where the sun can't reach him. He won't be able to do the weird photosynthesis thing he and Kal do in space.
He's gonna drown.
Then he's, like, suddenly Prince Eric? From the Little Mermaid? But the Mermaid is way hotter and also a dude.
He's underwater, and very deep. He can feel himself fading out, black creeping along the edge of his vision.
Then, there's movement.
A very large mermaid - sorry, merdude - with glowing green freckles and crystalline, snowy hair. He's roughly the size of an Orca, and has the coloration of one aside from the freckles and vivid, glowing green eyes.
The merdude reaches out, very gently cradles Kon in his hands, and Kon's exhaustion catches up to him. Kon blacks out.
Kon wakes up on a California beach, alone.
He immediately tries to reach out to Aquaman; he's gotta find that merguy and uh...thank him. Maybe ask him out. He's not sure how he'd date someone the size of an Orca Whale, but he's Superboy; he'll figure it out.
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Aquaman has no idea what Superboy is talking about; there is no race of mer that large. He'd know, he's the King of Atlantis. Superboy keeps telling him he's wrong, though.
And the more he looks into it, the more he's hearing rumors of a very large, very ancient mer that spends their time lounging around old shipwrecks.
A mer that disappears the second anyone tries to approach them.
A ghost.
Or; Danny was lazing about in the ocean, searching for treasure from sunken ships (Sam said he needed a hobby), using his larger, slightly more eldrich ghost form with the tail.
Call him cringe, but it feels more fitting to be in the ocean with that form. Makes him feel all majestic and the like.
He comes across a hero floating in the ocean. One he vaguely recognizes as a member of Young Justice? They're in like...California. Somewhere. He decides to play taxi. There are consequences. One of those consequences may or may not be a date.
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GIVE BRAIN A HORSE-- (I'm joining the horseposting, haha.)
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“…Master Brain. What is that?”
Brain, for his part, didn’t seem particularly concerned with the situation. He wasn’t even looking at Sigurd, calmly petting the—the creature he’d apparently decided to lead into Headquarters. “A horse.”
“…Right. I…suppose I can see that.” Sigurd had the vague urge to rub his temples. Or shake Brain, maybe—but then, he supposed he probably wasn’t supposed to do that to a Union Leader, so vaguely-strained questioning would have to do. “And…why is it here?”
“Followed me.”
“From where?”
Brain finally looked at him and grinned, smile just a little too sharp for his liking. “Don’t worry about it.”
…He was going to have to file an incident report later, wasn’t he.
“Master Brain,” Sigurd said, trying very, very hard to keep his voice level and failing, “you didn’t…steal this, did you?”
“Not as far as you’re aware. Her name’s Lux, by the way.”
“Master Brain—”
“She belonged to Romulus and I owed Remus a favor.” Brain shrugged, like that was a normal thing to do, but Sigurd guessed he didn’t really know what the Union Leaders had done on their off-time. (It was such a strange image that it threw him for a moment. The Union Leaders, engaging in petty theft and pranks? It didn’t fit the image that had been built up in the stories.)
“What would Master Ephemer think,” Sigurd started, trying to get his train of thought back on track, “if he found out you’d stolen someone’s—”
“He’d help, probably.” Brain tilted his head, looking thoughtful. “Maybe not successfully.” Gently, he tugged on the horse’s halter, and it took Sigurd a moment to realize he was bringing her closer, wait no he didn’t know how to act around horses— “She’s not going to hurt you,” Brain said, face crinkling in amusement that seemed sincere rather than the strained sort of thing Sigurd usually saw. “Look, just pet her. She’s pretty gentle.”
The horse nosed his shoulder with a quiet snort, and Sigurd side-stepped a little, hands pulled in. It made her nervous, apparently, because she pulled her head back quickly, ears flicking and hooves tapping an unsteady sort of beat. Brain shushed her, and she calmed quickly, but Sigurd stared at her with trepidation.
…Of all the things the Union Leader had done, this was probably one of the strangest. He’d ditched meetings, harassed the Founders, and generally tried to stick his nose in places he probably shouldn’t, but those all felt some degree of normal. Frustrating, but Sigurd knew how to deal with that. He wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with a horse.
But he looks happy, something in the back of his mind whispered, and—so he did. Brain wasn’t watching him; his expression had gone soft, hand carefully stroking the horse’s muzzle. He looked more relaxed than Sigurd had ever seen him.
He could feel something in him crumbling, and he knew he was going to regret this later, but he sighed, his whole body sinking with the sound. “Well,” he said, resigned, “do we need to find somewhere to hide her?”
Brain glanced at him, head cocked and eyes narrowed.
“…We’re just taking her to the meeting, aren’t we.”
(It was almost worth the odd stares and whispers throughout the meeting to watch Brain introduce the horse to his new-found friends later. Almost.
The fact that Brain apparently didn’t know how to ride the horse, however, felt a little more vindicating.)
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