#kryptonite powered

[momachan]

"Bat-rope? -Bungee. Ready?... That scream. -On it. -I'm done treating you gently, Isley. -And as for you, you monster-- Get away from my friend!"

Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022) Vol. 1.

#dc comics #batman #superman #batman/superman #world's finest #bruce wayne #dick grayson #clark kent #poison ivy #pamela lillian isley #metallo #kryptonite powered #metropolis #daily planet #lois lane #jimmy olsen #dc robin #robin dick grayson

[nerdpoe]

Superboy wakes up in a prison. In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.

He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.

Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.

He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.

Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.

According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.

And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.

Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.

Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.

A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.

So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #pow tw #prisoner tw #prison tw #trapped tw #torture tw #medical malpractice tw #psychological distress tw #psychological torture tw #imprisonment tw #Young Justice making a teamup to break their friend out #and also the HUNDREDS OF OTHER PRISONERS WHAT THE FUCK #you can bet ur butt the Justice League will be hearing out this violation of meta and human rights #ecto shielding has the same power dampening effect as kryptonite but none of the pain

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #73

Danny was on the run from the GIW and he was damaged badly on the verge of retreating into his core. He was almost at Metropolis and was hopeful that he could leave his core with one of the supers. He spots Superman on top of the Daily Planet. Somehow he’s able to explain this to Superman and he actually agrees to take care of his core.

Superman realizes he may have bitten off more than he could chew. After Danny retreated into his core Superman felt weaker, this wasn’t as bad as actual Kriptonite but it did weaken him like it. He brings Danny to the Watchtower and the JL takes turns keeping an eye on the core.

Constantine walks into the room and in his shocked stated blurts, “How the hell did you get ahold of a baby ancients core!?! How did it get hurt!? I swear to god, do you want an inter dimensional war?! Because this is how you get an inter dimensional war!”

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #poor danny #superman #writing prompt #watchtower #Superman adopts a baby god #Danny gets vivisected #by the giw #danny has a bad time #It doesn’t matter how many others come into contact with Danny Clarks stuck with him. #Ghost cores are weaker Kryptonite #Like half as powerful? Idk

[nelkcats]

Amity Candy Store

It turns out that having a portal to the Infinite Realms gives you resources to materials you've never seen before. Due to the recent peace treaty between Amity Parkers and ghosts they had begun to exchange products.

Some ghosts felt very nostalgic and wanted to try the food of the living again, or have access to objects not available on the dimension. Others simply wanted to show their shiny items to the liminals, after all there were so many portals on the dimension and they had a lot to trade!

One of those items was Kryptonite, ghosts were sure it was candy of some kind and told the liminals that and since ghosts and liminals could eat it without any consequences (Frostbite approved) the liminals assumed it was some kind of special candy. Like shiny rock candy.

So it is not surprising that when they opened a candy store they began to sell Kryptonite there. When the Justice League began to investigate the town's sudden silence from the outside world Clark didn't expect to feel extremely weak walking past the local candy store. Or that being around the local children would make him sick.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #Poor Clark #Amity selling Kryptonite as candy is fun tho #like the league and Lex search it everywhere #but Amity have an infinite supply #Thanks to the truce with the realms #also of course they were silent #they were doing business #kryptonite #The League would be worried #but is nothing serious #just a town eating candy #I think the liminal status gave them some kind of invulnerability #to some objects #still they go to Frostbite to check #just in case #but Frostbite approved so is obviously fine #lmao Amity Parkers maybe got power from eating Kryptonite too #Could be noticeable powers #or just the power to fight a Kryptonian #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #This have a lot of potential ngl #Bonus points if Lex Luthor saw Amity Candy Store for X reason and they sell Kryptonite for like $10.99 #and he is spending millions on the meteorites

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 15

I love some good insane Fenton parents fics. Especially when they mistake hero’s for ghost. I

It’s typically one of the bats. But thinking about it. I feel like one of the supers are a better choice. They fly and shoot lasers.

So fentons move to metropolis to hunt down Superman. As much as i love kyrptonite rock candy it would also have to effect ghost in this. Maybe it’s solidified ectoplasm and is trying to steal the ectoplasma from ghost or something.

Danny avoids going home at all cost. He’s out at library’s and seems to attract trouble of the new  enemies (Danny’s rouges). More reason the Fenton parents think Superman is a ghost.

They new weapons the Fentons make include shooting shards of the kryptonite to handicap the ghost.

Through some means they catch Superman. Danny is just horrified.

Since he is half human i don’t feel it would effect him to awful human. Enough he doesn’t want to go home but not enough he can’t move unless he’s using any abilities.

Danny gets him out parents are investigated. Everyone thinks Danny was experimented on by his parents with alien dna.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #Superman #kryptonite #this whole idea is funny in my head #i don’t feel I’m adequately describing this #originally they think Danny is a mastermind #all his ghost are after him #he’s just like leave me alone #he uses his powers to get Superman out #nearly passed out from it #he got the kryptonite out via intangible hands #so Superman thinks he is an experiment with different alien DNA #Danny doesn’t correct him #sound better then saying #nope im half dead #he would qualify for metahuman right #so he’ll go with it #he’s dna is messed up anyways #Superman had dibs on this one

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Soap finally conning Ghost into spending the holidays with his family. Soap who has a lovely mum and a handful of sister's who in turn, have their own gaggle of children.

It's incredibly sweet to see the bulky scott pack around a wee toddler with a too high ponytail rambling at him in an incomprehensible (to ghost) scottish accent.

Ghost doesn't know if he's more charmed by the toddler or by Soap who speaks with her as if she is grown.

Soap swigging at his beer with a little girl in a pink dress mimicking his every move with an ice cool refreshing apple juice. Sighing like a seasoned soldier herself. "Aye I understand, S'hard work being 4."

Like their uncle, the other little one's arent shy, piling around Ghost with glittering eyes and unyielding questions. He's patient, of course he is. Careful with his words while throwing in some cheesy jokes that break them out in giggles.

There is a certain ache in his chest though, a weight that always gets heavier this time of year. It had been some time since he had gathered with others like this. But Soap is almost as pleased as his mum that Ghost is staying. So he bares it.

One evening, one of the children calls for him. "Uncle Simon" falling from the toddlers mouth in a playful, high-pitched squeal as she bounded at him at full speed. He nearly misses her, just barely managing to scoop her up and hold her aloft from the gang of cousins that follow in a heated game of tag. More "Uncle Simons" follow in a chorus as the others accept the title with ease.

His heart feels just the slightest bit lighter.

#and Simon's heart grew THREE TIMES that day #I cant help myself #the thought of just a smidgen of healing through the power of family is my kryptonite #simon ghost riley #soapghost #johnny soap mactavish

[misspickman]

Timkon 26???

26. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

On one quiet night riddled with leftover adrenaline of a job well done, Kara had told him about her encounter with red kryptonite. She told him all about the surge of power and how it tasted like a very sharp gulp of schnapps. Kon had laughed at her, until she shook her head and said it'd felt like being swallowed by the Sun, or becoming one with it. She said that and it sounded like words horror and thrill packed in one.

Indescribable, she said, you'd have to experience it yourself to get it. Though she didn't sound like she wanted that for him at all.

Kon will have to talk to her about it later. Once he's not burning up and shaking like a leaf.

“Can you step in?” Tim asks, and the memory of Kara's eyes that glow near red in the dark slips away to the rough pair of hands holding his forearms to help him keep balance.

Kon nods. He lifts his leg—too difficult of a task for something so simple—and steps into the cold bath. It makes him shiver even more and he tenses his muscles against it, feeling for once stupidly self-conscious in front of a person who has seen him go through worse. Tim had seen his dead body, so how does this feel more humiliating? Do the dead hold more respect, torn but with a fulfilled purpose, than the living, scared and stripped of all their strengths? 

Kon would say he rarely gets to feel this vulnerable, like a child that could be knocked over by a stronger gust of wind, except that'd be a lie. He often feels so, he just isn't right about it most of the time. Usually it's all in his head. He'd like to keep it that way; not that anyone asked.

But for once he truly does need the gentle handling. He needs Tim's help sitting down in the bathtub so he doesn't slip, or his knees give out and he falls and smashes a dent in the poor tub. He barely has enough energy to feel humiliated for it. He stopped feeling much of anything but ow, ow, ow, ouch ever since Kara dragged him out of the sea, swearing something he couldn't comprehend. He could tell it was nothing nice, and probably not directed at him, not entirely.

He doesn't remember much of their trip to the medbay aside from the panic there, the enclosed space and sterilized equipment that never meant anything good, and Tim and Kara managing to wrangle some excuse to get him out of there and back to the farm. They're good at that. They're also good at wrangling him, clearly. He wishes he could properly thank them for it, and instead he's relying on them to get through such basic things as take a goddamn shower. And Tim has drawn an actual bath, too. Probably because he can see Kon can barely stand. Also because Tim is too good to him.

They don't reprimand him for his recklessness. They all know there are sacrifices to be made, sometimes, that aren't worth questioning later. Kon would still like to be yelled at, a little, so he could justify how furious he is at himself.

Kon is not afraid of sacrifices—what is a smidge of red kryptonite against the weight of hundreds of dead bodies he'd have to carry otherwise? But he can admit he is afraid of himself. You never know what it might mutate you into, and he certainly had no clue or even an assumption, but he took a gamble and this time, it worked.

It felt nothing like the Sun to him, more like a meteor, something to that effect. A passing scream of power through his body that was dizzying, fried his nerves, did its job, then left him as quickly as it overtook him, and let him crash into the sea. Fitting.

He stretches his legs all the way they can go while still in the tub. It's a bit small for him, but he appreciates it; makes him feel contained. The cold water helps, too. It also makes him shiver more. When's the last time he felt cold?

Tim washes the salt and soot out of his hair. His long fingers dig in his scalp firmly, tugging at the curls there. It's nice, almost enough to make Kon forget about the aching all over. He tells Kon about how they wrapped it all up in the end, or how Cassie told him they did. Neither Tim nor Kara stayed long enough to see it through. Because of him. He should be thankful, though he wonders if he should be angry, too, because aren't people's lives more important than one? They all know the answer to that question. If they didn't, they would be doing any of this.

Tim must sense his turmoil. Or he just knows, because he would worry about this the same way, and heckle Kon about it. He makes sure to mention that by the time Kon crashed and burned they had everything more-or-less under control, and enough heroes on spot to take over. It's all told in a very Tim way; subtle as to not be too coddling, yet soothing in its firmness all the same.

They saved lives. Kon's quick—idiotic—thinking saved people and secured a sure tomorrow. Is that not what heroes do? Why doesn't he feel right at all? Instead his body feels like a miserable pile of hollow bones. He must look like it, too.

He can barely muster a word. His tongue, as all other muscles, feels beat to shit. “Sorry.”

“What?” Tim asks. His hands don't still. He takes all of Kon in stride; Kon ought to thank him for it, but he finds himself bitter of it for both of them. Tim didn't doubt him for a moment. He saw him taking the red pill and didn't even take a step back. Kon could have crushed him, for all either of them knew, beneath the pressure of his telekinesis. He could have crushed everyone, every thing in the vicinity. That's what the look of the last person he saw said, before he stopped noticing such little things for the surge of invisible power that possessed his body. We're all going to die, it said, and Kon couldn't even blame the woman. That had been on his mind too.

Later, in a fit of fear and despair, he'd punched Kara away as she dragged him to the warm sand. She only staggered for a second, mostly out of brief surprise, and went on like nothing happened, didn't mention it. Kon knows she won't. But he remembers. He stares down at his traitorous hands under water. Still, they think they're made for holding. Even after today.

“Y'know,” Kon gestures at himself, at his useless, heaving body that he's overworked to the bone. For a good cause, he knows, though it rather feels like he's shown a monstrous side of himself to the world that he's known exists, but didn't need to be telegraphed to the masses. “That you had to see me like that. And like this."

Tim takes his right hand and scrubs the remains of sand from underneath his nails. He speaks in a low, measured cadence that tells Kon he knows exactly how upset he is, and is trying to smooth it out. “Nothing to be sorry about. You saved the day.”

He can say whatever he wants; Kon knows Tim isn't happy he took that risk. Their first priority is to keep people safe though, and there's no time for their selfish wants.

“You were in control,” Tim goes on, because of course he'd sniff out exactly what is bothering him in no time. “Nobody got hurt. Well, not because of you anyway. Ever since you took it—”

Kon can't listen to his empty platitudes. “What if I hadn't been in control though? What if—” I get possessed again and hurt people, again, “What if I lose it? What if I go all Terminator on you?”

Tim actually scoffs at that. If he had the energy, Kon would turn to him and glare. This is serious. Take it seriously.

“You won't,” he says, with an amused certainty Kon doesn't deserve.

He glares at the tiles on the wall. “You can't know that.”

He lets Tim take his other hand. His thumbs massage the space between his fingers, and Kon lets the back of his head hit the edge of the tub with a dull thud. He feels it cave in underneath him a little bit. Goddamn. He wants to point at it and make Tim look. See? Destructive.

But Tim, as always, is unrelenting. “I can. Because I know you.”

Maybe if this was a conversation over some milkshakes with a stupid sitcom running in the background, Kon would take this. He trusts Tim's judgment, right? He'd trust him if he told him to walk into a black hole with a promise of how that would save the day. But Tim thinks too highly of him. Tim can't be prepared for what might be sitting in the crevices of him. “That doesn't mean—”

“Look,” Tim cuts him off, “if it makes you feel better, you know Cassie could kick your ass. And the Terminator's.”

Kon bits his cheek around a smile. Is it fucked up that he finds the knowledge that his best friend could knock him out if he went rogue soothing? Maybe. She wouldn't even need kryptonite to do it. And if she did, she'd know where to find it. “That's true.”

“So could Kara,” Tim adds. He uses a washcloth to rub at Kon's face, which Kon tries to do on his own but his hand is batted away. “And Clark.”

“Yeah.”

“So you're safe.”

Kon hums. “Thank you for telling me about all the people who can kick my ass.”

“Oh, I didn't even mention Wonder Woman, and—”

“Thank you, Rob.”

#Where did they get red kryptonite from and why idk dont worry about it #I know it can do basically anything to a kryptonian but for the sake of this i decided it just upped his powers a lot. Ttk specifically #Anyway thank you<33 #Ask #My writing

[priestessofcreation]

This has been said but

Multiverse of Madness was crap because Wanda’s character progression didn’t make any sense.

Now, I get it. She is still deep in grief, just discovered her power which is famously demonic in nature, and she is working with the EVILEST BOOK TO EVER EVIL.

That thing reached into her broken heart and fed it poison until all her character development in WandaVision was undone. Which included:

Her realizing that she cannot hurt other people to achieve her own goals, no matter how understandable they may be

Her releasing her loved ones and the life she built with grace

Yes, there was an after-credit scene where she was looking through that grimoire, so she had SOME PLAN to bring back her kids, and yes, this stupid book undid all the progress she made.

Storytelling-wise, what a cheap reason.

But life-wise… healing isn’t linear, and in a sense, Wanda figuring out that her powers are supposed to be inherently evil is a way for her to go back but come forward again.

But I doubt Marvel was thinking with that much nuance.

#Wanda is my baby #INFP dreamer with the powers of a goddess #my feminine kryptonite #WandaVision #multiverse of madness #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch

[bugeyedfreaks]

Was watching The Rookie with my dad and at one point a character says that the PPG would totally wreck the avengers and I said "Damn Straight"

But my dad is a comic book nerd he's old school so he wanted to debated because MCU? Totally. But he wanted to see if they could defeat comic avengers or even justice league for that matter, the debate ended before it even started because his first question was

"What are their weaknesses?"

And I said "aside from being like 5, they don't have any"

And he says "Yeah they'd defeat the avengers and then probably play dolls afterwards"

That’s pretty much what would happen, yep. 😆

#I mean if you wanna get teeeechnical #their ‘kryptonite’ is antidote x #so like if you wanted to sap them of their powers one could douse them in it #or you could siphon their chemical x from them like that… that DICK did… #howeverrrrrr #they’ve been shown to be revived through the power of love multiple times #and we all love them so #they’re OP and unstoppable and could defeat anyone #and that’s why they are the BEST 🙌

[redrobin-detective]

clouds between their knees

‘Robin, anything on your end?’ Batman asked over the comm. There’d been rumors of a gang meeting tonight with multiple possible locations. Bats took the most likely one while Robin, Batgirl and Spoiler were checking out the others. Cass and Steph’s leads were busts so Kon was prepared to take a peek before grappling to B’s location. And if his grapple was a little loose and he was going a little too fast, well who could tell otherwise?

“Not yet,” Kon grunted quietly as he shimmied quickly in through the broken window and down into the warehouse. “It’s dark in here so I’m not expecting much but I’ll check just to be sure.” It would be quicker to fly or just bust down the whole wall but Batman taught him better than that over the last three years. Besides, it wasn’t just his legacy he was messing with. Unlike when he was Superboy, he was part of something bigger and had people in his corner.

“Ok, I’m in,” he gracefully landed on the dusty floor and crept forward. He flipped up the lenses of his domino to do a quick Xray sweep and Bingo! Conner grinned when he took in the scene happening below him. “Jackpot B, I got the high beams up and there’s a hidden basement. I see Black Mask and, oh man, Red Hood is out in the open. We finally got him.”

‘Do not engage without me, I’m coming on your location now. 15 minutes,’ Batman said before signing off. Kon wanted to roll his eyes, his dad was so overprotective sometimes.

‘You better bring him in. As much as I love helping Oracle, I am So tired of house arrest,’ Tim grumbled over the line.

‘He’s made vocal threats against Robin, it was necessary,’ Batman grunted. Even if he wasn’t bulletproof, he wouldn’t let Tim go out with some maniac with Robin vendetta on the loose. Tim always groaned that Kon took Robin whenever there were dangerous missions as if he was secretly hoping to get maimed and killed. Sometimes it was a full time job keeping his big brother from self destructing. 

“I won’t engage B but it’s sealed up good so I can’t see or hear much. I’m gonna get into the vents and get more intel for when you arrive,” Kon said as he quickly cased the empty warehouse before finding a space just big enough for him to wedge into. He really hoped he didn’t inherit Clark’s big shoulders because this would be impossible if he were any bigger. It was already getting harder for him and Tim to share the Robin name and pretend they were the same person.

He lightened his weight a bit as he made his way through until he had a good view of the proceedings. Looks like they were arguing over the ‘green stuff’, ugh lame, couldn’t they just say money but something caught his attention.

“Hood looked up at me,” Kon whispered thoughtfully. As soon as Kon had come into the vent, Hood’s helmet had twitched ever so slightly in his direction. Kon didn’t like to brag but he was pretty good at what he did, it would be next to impossible for some hood to clock him that far away. “Could be a coincidence or he might had infrared or motion detectors in his helmet. If he’s been this hard to track down then we should treat him with caution, we don’t what kind of gear and intel he has.”

‘Oh nice to see we were able to train that muscle in your skull,’ Tim quipped as he snacked on something over the line.

“You’re just mad you can’t lift a cruise liner over your head, Boy Wimpy,” Kon bantered back even as he started slowly backing up.

‘Robin get out of there, now,’ Batman hushed as Red Hood leisurely stood up from the table and stretched suddenly, interrupting Black Mask mid sentence. Kon froze, worried about making any noise.

“This has been fun, Maskie but I’m afraid we’ll need to negotiate the terms of your unconditional surrender to me later,” Hood said lazily. His posture was casual but he was tense underneath. “We’ve got some visitors I’ve been meaning to talk to. So why don’t you put an egg in your shoe and fuck off,” he said before pulling a machine gun from underneath the table and began firing up at the vents.

‘Conner!’ He heard Tim and Bruce yell over the comms but Kon was too busy trying to get out as fast as he could. But the space was tight and currently being slammed full of bullets. Dozens of them bounced against his armor and skin and he thanked whoever would listen that he was out here instead of one of the others. He had almost retreated into the safer part of the vents when the whole thing collapsed on him.

He yelped and fell gracelessly onto the floor of the basement. Kon groaned for effect and pretended to curl up and nurse some injuries. He was really reaching inside his belt for smoke capsules and batarangs. Probably should leave some of the fake blood before he split, just to add to the illusion.

“Aw, the little birdie fell out of its nest,” Hood cooed, hefting the machine over one shoulder. “I thought I told you to scram, Sionis. If you’re not out of here in the next 30 seconds I’m putting holes in you, this one and I need to have a conversation.”

Kon heard the harried footsteps of Mask heading for the hills as Hood stomped forward, kicking away bits of the vent as he approached.

“I was hoping one of you brats would show tonight, especially you. I’ve almost got everything put in place so I’m finally ready to have some fun,” he said with a laugh in his voice as he slammed his boot into Kon’s gut. The boot was heavy, steel tipped and would probably have broken ribs but he didn’t really feel anything. Couldn’t say the same for Hood.

“Goddamn!” The crime lord shouted, jumping away and grabbing at his foot. “The hell is in your armor kid? How can you lug that heavy thing around?” Well Kon couldn’t always avoid getting shot so they had to make armor that was thicker, wouldn’t take damage so he could just pretend the bad guys missed. Plus he barely felt the extra weight even though it was heavier than B’s suit. “Guess I should be glad ole Brucie is taking better care of birds this time around.”

Thomas Conner Wayne tensed on the ground, his plans of escaping lost for a second. How could Hood possibly know that name? What was Kon gonna do about it?

“I’m gonna give you a present, Replacement,” Hood spat out. “A lot better than I got. I’m gonna beat the hell out of you, within an inch of your miserable, little life and then I’m gonna set the timer to blow this warehouse. I’ll give you a chance, won’t tie you up or stop you,” he leaned down close to Kon’s face, “I just wanna see if Bats really upgraded, if you’re better than the last one.” He straightened out.

“And don’t think Daddy Bat Wings is gonna come save your sorry ass, I know he was down by the docks. I made him think the meeting would be there so my crew is gonna divert him juuuust long enough for me to do what I need to. So,” there was a scraping sound, something dragging across the floor. “Shall we begin?”

Kon dove out of the way of what looked like a crowbar and crouched to his feet. He was still pretending to be injured but he needed to get out of here. Of course Hood couldn’t actually hurt him but it wouldn’t do for him to know that. They danced and dodged for a minute or two, but Hood was Good with a capital G. Kon was throwing all his skills and tools into trying to take the gangster down but it really was hard to avoid the vicious onslaught. The man got in a few hits every once in a while and Kon tried to react but he knew it wasn’t good enough and the man was suspicious.

“The hell is Bruce feeding you? Why won’t you stay down you little punk?” Hood yelled, whipping Kon hard across the face with the crowbar. He stumbled back against the table where a small box had been sitting. It knocked onto the floor and exposed something inside. Something green. Immediately, Kon’s knees buckled.

“Shit,” he groaned quietly to himself as he tried to inch away from the deadly rock but it was sapping all his energy. He’d only been exposed to Kryptonite once, at the Fortress because Bruce had insisted he knew what it felt like. But he was such a dad he only made Conner suffer a minute before he closed the box and took him home to Alfred for cookies. He didn’t think that’s how this story would end. He gagged as his stomach rolled and his lungs seized and if he could just move a little further away... Hood just stood there watching in stunned disbelief.

“Are you shitting me?” He asked quietly, stalking forward with surprising softness. Hood moved so much like a Bat, it was unnerving. “I brought that to prove to Mask that I really had stolen his shipment but it led me to an even bigger score.” He scooted the box closer to Kon who finally collapsed from the strain. “Now how did he get his hands on you, I wonder?”

“I’m sorry,” Kon whispered but he wasn’t talking to Hood, he was talking into the comm still plugged into his ear. “I’m sorry, I love you guys.”

“Get away from my brother!” Like some kind of angel, Kon’s blurry vision saw someone drop down from the hole in the vents and slam into Hood. He grabbed the box containing the Kryptonite and slammed it shut. Kon felt like he could breathe again. “Robin, get up. B’s delayed but I got a car outside.” It was Tim, hastily dressed in his Robin uniform and looking more mad than Kon had ever seen him.

“There’s two of you?” Hood cackled, swinging his crowbar. “Oh that’s rich, are you twins? Tell me, did he steal you from the Flashes or the Atom perhaps? you’re certainly small enough. Bad enough he replaced me once but twice over? That’s just cruel, Dad.”

“Robin, I said, get up!” Tim yelled, swinging his staff which Hood dodged. They didn’t work together often since they were playing the same role but Tim’s fighting prowess always left him in awe. And furious like he was now, he was doing a number to Hood. With the box shut, more of Kon’s strength returned until he was able to stagger to his feet. Tim was holding his own but, as Kon had discovered, the Red Hood was beast. He couldn’t do much as Tim was tossed around and slammed into the wall. His skin bruised, he bled as Hood got a knife against his throat with one hand while he unclipped his helmet with the other.

Conner had never given much thought to Jason Todd. No one really talked about him, only Tim when they snuck into each other’s rooms for sleepovers. From the way Tim described him with starry eyes, Jason had been bold but kind, sensitive and intelligent. The man before them was nothing like that, his pale face flushed with anger and his green eyes positively glowing with hate.

“Look at this,” He said gesturing to his knife covered in Tim’s blood. “You’re just as human as I am but we don’t matter, do we? We’re just pawns in his game, pawns he’ll sacrifice if he thinks it’ll give an advantage to his precious mission. That lug over there? He’s not just a pawn, he’s a knight. When B’s chewed up and spit out the rest of us, at least he’ll have his Kryptonian lapdog to keep the legacy going. I suggest you ditch the tights before you end up in the grave next to mine.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Kon hissed, bodyslamming into Hood to get him away from Tim. He ripped the knife out of his hands and threw him roughly onto the table in the middle of the room. He laid there, not moving and Kon didn’t care right now if he was dead or not. He needed to get Tim help. Tim grabbed onto the box, holding it shut while Kon grabbed his brother and flew them out of the basement and into the smoggy Gotham sky.

XxX

“Hey, you awake?” Tim groaned and turned to look at Kon. It wasn’t unusual to have his brother at his bedside in the medical portion of the Cave. It was weird to see him on the cot next to him with the sunlamp on him. His face was still pale with a sickly green tinge to it but he seemed okay.

“Ugh why does my mouth taste like plastic?” Tim gripped, wiping clumsily at his face.

“Alf had to sedate you, your throat needed stitches and you were pretty banged up everywhere else,” Kon frowned and turned to look up at the ceiling. “You shouldn’t have gotten hurt at all.”

“No one knew Hood would be there or that there was Kryptonite in Gotham. There was literally nothing you could have done,” Jason’s crazed face sprang to mind. “No one saw that one coming.”

“I’m not gonna go easy next time,” Kon growled. “He hurt you, he wanted to do some messed up torture thing and that could’ve been you and I don’t care that he used to be a Bat. As far as I’m concerned, he ain’t anymore.” 

“It’s not as easy as that,” Clark said, coming out of nowhere looking tired himself. He was still dressed in pajamas, Bruce must’ve called him in a panic. “How’re you boys holding up?”

“Been better,” Tim said at the same time as Kon. Tim snickered at Clark’s eyeroll. He should know better by now that they were a packaged deal. “How’s Bruce taking the revelation?”

“He sat here through your treatments but as soon as he heard you both were okay he buried himself in his work. I,” Clark paused. “I think he’ll need you again to get him through this, Tim. You saw how he was when Jason died. This won’t be pretty. Conner, we’d heard a large shipment of Kryptonite had been stolen but we didn’t think it had come through Gotham. We’ll be keeping tabs trying to track it down and out of enemy hands.”

“Appreciate that,” Kon groaned, “that sucked ass.”

“It might help to get out of the city for a bit,” Clark suggested cautiously and got Tim’s hackles up. “Bruce has the best sunlamps money can buy but it’s nothing like the real thing. Ma would love to take you for a week or two, to get your strength up. Or you could stay with Lois and I in Metropolis.”

“Thanks but my family is here and they need me,” Kon said shortly, rolling over to face away from Clark. Tim glared hard at the Super until he had the sense to back off.

“Right, of course, I’ll let you two rest and if you need me I’ll um...” He shuffled off, presumably to try and get B out of his own head. Tim huffed away his aggression.

Years ago, Clark hadn’t wanted the responsibility of taking Conner full time but now suddenly he was around all the time. He’d heard from B that Clark wasn’t happy with the current arrangement. He was upset that Kon was adopted while Tim was still living with his dad, that Kon took up Robin alongside Tim, upset that he hasn’t been Superboy in years and doesn’t use his powers while in costume. He’d had his chance to make a family, a legacy with Conner but now he was Tim’s brother and he’d open that Kryptonite box on the man if he tried to take Kon away.

“Kon-”

“I’m fine, Tim,” Conner said sharply. “Look, I’m not going anywhere especially not when all this is going down. I may be a Super in blood but I’m a Bat in every way that counts.” He turned and scooted over so they were face to face and whispered quietly so Clark couldn’t hear. “So how’re we gonna stop Jay before it tears Bruce apart?”

“I have some ideas,” Tim grinned. It ached that it had come to this, his idol rising from the grave to become a criminal. But Conner had become his brother over the days, months and years of training and school and stupid shenanigans. No one, not even Robin could come between them because they were Robin. Stronger together than they were alone. That’s what it meant to be a Bat. 

#super robin au #I had to write last nights for context but This idea is what I really wanted to convey #Kon out in the field acting human but quietly using his powers here and there #tim and kon being super tight bros tag teaming as rbin #Jay being Hella confused why his torture isn't working #I was halfway through when I rememebered in UtRH comic that Jay stole a bunch of Kryptonite from Mask #and I threw back my head and LAUGHED so viciously #poor kon #also no clark bashing #he means well but hes really upset by this arangement #he thinks its cruel to keep Kon in a city with no sun #to put him in another's suit and tell them to share #to hide who he is with his powers #they've worked out custody things but he Does care for Conner and want what's best for him #he just have diffrent ideas on 'best' #I wanted to explore how this affects clark and bruces relationship but another fic i guess #also I Really need to get o bed this got long #so another 'post now edit later fic'

[mamawasatesttube]

nobody is allowed to tell me someone can beat a kryptonian in a fight until theyve read supergirl woman of tomorrow and thats my final answer. smh

#this is about that poll why is everyone so wrong on the internet jdhfkjhsdkjf #(to be clear this is lighthearted) #(im just also right. is the thing) #kryptonians are like eldritch fucking beings in terms of power they are just on another plane #''who would win--'' it's the kryptonian every time case closed next question #(unless theres explicitly kryptonite in the mix but thats a cop out. anyway) #rimi talks

[bonebrokebuddy]

Aw man, just reread my document I wrote on my speculation on how the metagene works & how modern DC could rewrite it to being a result of retroviruses & transposons and man, I really wish I finished that post.

Unfortunately, the reason I stopped was explaining it all down to the point where someone with little genetic knowledge could still understand it proved to be too lengthy and long winded of a task.

Maybe one day I’ll pour myself back into research & finish that speculative paper. Bc I had a whole fun idea that relied on that background information that was about the Daily Planet reporting on the discovery of an entire city of metas with similar meta abilities. The town faced such high levels of radiation and contamination, only the population with the meta gene survived:(

#The meta ability was just super perfect cell replication. #No changes outward. They appear perfectly normal #to be clear. ppl still age. the power is just that their cells are super good at replicating the way they’re meant to #Zero chance of tumors or damaged DNA due to the radiation because their meta ability just resumes them to their previous state. #the city blows up afterward in the news cycle due to people trying to go there so they don’t die from cancer. #and don’t have a risk of cancer BUT THE CITY IS STILL IRRADIATED AS HELL AND THE PPL THAT ENTER CANNOT LEAVE #DUE TO THEM BECOMING SO RADIOACTIVE THEYRE A HAZARD TO BE CLOSE TO WITHOUT PPE #i just thought it was such a fun idea and me being me I overthink the shit outta things & made it super long and overcomplicated #because I wanted people to also learn what retroviruses & transposons were bc they’re cool as hell #and by the time I wrote 5K words on it #I didn’t want to take the shortcut and just embed other ppl’s videos explaining it bc I had already put too much effort into it #for me to delete that research #bones speaks #the cause? the city was built ontop a large kryptonite meteor. #and someone (cough cough LexCorp. but no one actually has enough legal proof to say it’s them) #and when it’s investigated. it appears that someone (cough cough LexCorp. there’s not any legal proof that can pin it on them. #so lexcorp once again escapes scott free without evidence of villany) #has been digging tunnels under the city and excavating it. the excavation not following proper mining protocols caused the city’s ground #and water supply to become extremely irradiated to the point where it’s like when ppl were just eating & drinking uranium products. #actually imma stop myself here & make this it’s own post #anyways. the radioactive bit gets figured out due to the poorly constructed tunnels collapsing and the city conducting an investigation #leading to a ‘oh shit. the Geiger counter is saying this sinkhole is Super radioactive.’ #to ‘HOLY SHIT THATS THE ENTIRE TOWN’ #to ‘wait fuck how are we still alive? to ‘a weirdly high percentage of folks in the town had metagenes so not a super significant amount #of ppl has died from abnormal lookin cancer.’ to ‘oh my god everyone that doesn’t have the meta gene here is slowly dying get them Out Now’ #bones writes in the tags #anyways. that’s kinda the story #I’ll rewrite the tags into a proper post and see if I can revise it so my paper isn’t needed to make some plot points work #bc it’s a Far simpler explanation than the one I wrote in the doc so I’ll base it off of this version instead

[https-chaos]

My favorite thing about being autistic is that there are massive gaping holes in my general knowledge.

Because most of what I know is stuff I just sort of logically figured out alone, every adult in my life thought I knew everything and didn't bother to teach me anything.

I'm 26 years old googling stuff everyone else learned when they were 6 but neither of my parents know how I learned the ABCs before starting school.

Quantum physics makes plenty of logical sense but I never learned how to read an analog clock

#actually autistic #tism super power: knowledge by osmosis #tism kryptonite: the osmosis knowledge is selective af 😔

[hollabastiongirl]

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#genuinely i think i need to stop keeping up with my hero #bakudeku absolutely MURDERS me in the feels wtf. #i can't. idk why this ship has so much power over me #but it's #T O O #M U CH #actually tho I'm almost certain it has to do with the childhood friend element #yes there is enemy in there #and rival too #but fuck if there isn't something so intimate about knowing somebody for that long #being in each other's orbit whether they liked it at the time or not #skdnnsajja. #childhood friends to lovers is my kryptonite. #every single one of my fave ships is childhood friends to lovers. #GEE. I WONDER WHY. #anyway this has been a PSA to those who bother to read my tags #bkdk makes me absolutely batshit insane #thank you for your time and goodnight.

[nat-20s]

OH another superman one off story I would make (which might have already been done but IDK) is using some like crystal scifi bullshit give Clark the option to deliberately transfer all of his powers onto someone else and turn him basically biologically into a standard human. I don't think he'd take it but I DO think it'd be interesting to have him actually debate it with himself. I actually really really like interpretations where being Superman is a choice that he deliberately makes everyday but it's still something he feels conflicted over and sometimes can feel the terrible weight of the responsibility of it on his shoulders. Same with being non-human and from a mostly dead species like. I don't think he resents it and I think he has a lot of pride towards being Kryptonian but it is horrifically isolating. If given the option to change that, would there be some temptation in it? Would he be happier if he was Clark Kent, average guy who can have a job and a spouse and raise kids and not constantly hear the world crying out for help? Would someone else handle the powers he's been given/burdened with better? Hell does the world need or want anyone with his abilities in the FIRST place like are there already enough heroes? Would it be so wrong for him to get a goddamn break? Is this an opportunity or a punishment or simply a test? IDK I just think it'd be an intriguing character study

#superman #clark kent #watched an episode of lois and clark where he deals with kryptonite for the first time #and his parents talk about how he always wanted to be normal #and like..you can tell he's conflicted about his powers being gone #and my brain went BRRRRRRRR IM GONNA THINK ABOUT THIS FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS

[lunapwrites]

TOTALLY unrelated aside, but the reason I never played the Sims before now is because I knew it would get its shiny little hooks into my brain. It hits WAY too many of my dopamine buttons to be healthy.

On the plus side, it's actually been helping me get over some mild writers' block I was running into? So that's nice. Nothing like effectively writing a visual crackfic to warm up the old brain wheel.

#i was just going to poke around and see what it was like #encountered a bug that made everyone get randomly angry #the only fix was a mod. #so. gave myself Unlimited Power. #or access to it anyway. #too much power. #i haven't even picked up any of the xpacs #or other mods. #this is JUST the base game. #i am in danger lmao #the house building and character creation are my kryptonite. #anyway Teddy and Harry have been an adventure on their own #please note i didn't do that on purpose #i just had them chat to get friendly #and then left them alone #ted called his mom up like I FOUND A RING and i'm like #THEY WERE ROOMMATES #i don't know if Remus and James are prepared to be in-laws. #but they did set a llama loose at work for shits and gigs. #so at least they're in character XD #i haven't tried to make sirius yet i don't think my heart can handle it #sims 4 #hp