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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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yoooo so Ive read that one post about how you work with kids and I was like "omg literally same !" and I was wanting to lyk that even though some kids can be little shits, a lot of the time if youre patient with them, joke with them and, heres a big one, talk to them like theyre friends and not just kids theyll treat you wayyy better. I also know you said you work with first to second graders(at least Im pretty sure you said that) and I work with fourth to fifth graders so there probably is a difference. I thought youd wanna know just in case you needed advice or anything. My question is how has that been going so far? Like are you enjoying it, regretting it, that typa stuff.

P.s. im not a really old guy who's a teacher sitting at my laptop, im in my last year of high school and Ive done a lot of volunteer work with kids in it. Hope youre doing amazing!!!<<333

hello, my dear!!! no, thank you so much for the advice -- tbh i have been Struggling lately...this job is stealing the light from my eyes.

( this is a long ass post that is probably too personal but i am honestly not vibing At All so i'm answering this honestly. you do not have to read this message, it is me bitching for several paras. :// </3 )

but i digress!

that is not to say that i dont love working with kids/teaching, but the particular job i work is not...totally within my wheelhouse and is not that fun for me...per say. also, as far as first and second graders go, 1, 2 and kinder are actually the grades that i want to work w/ the most! and are unfortunately the kids i get to work with...sigh...the Least.

my particular position deals mostly with middle school and high school students which is NOT!! what my teaching credential is in btw. so i am suffering, omg. please free uncle nina from high schooler hell.

i also took this job because i weenie hut jr'ed out of taking an Actual Teaching position at a school because i got really nervous ( bc kids in 1st grade have to read A LOT, like without context, they start at the begining of the year reading a level books and have to finish the year reading i level books WHICH IS A LOOOT OF LEVELS )

and that bc ur first year of teaching is the hardest year ( a lot of ppl drop out/quit ) i would fuck up bc idk what i'm doing yet and a bunch of kids would end up behind bc i didn't teach them how to read correctly. like, when i tell you that sitting here in the lounge typing that literally makes me want to cry like...that would Devastate me. :(((

but anyways, i am...trying to be chiller w/ the older kids. bc i came out the gate being Strict ( because no jokes, every other school i worked out the kids had to be HELLA quiet like they could not talk or be rowdy ) but i guess…the school i'm working at is not like that? and a lot of my coworkers...don't press the kids that hard? WHICH!!!

OKAY FUN FACT NO ONE TRAINED ME HAHA!!! they just dropped me in the middle of this goddamn school and were like good luck! so no one gave me insight onto the kids, where the classes were or how they were interacting with them...so...HSLDLSKH SIIIIIGH.

this...job.

like i said though, i'm trying to chill more with the kids because HOOOOOLY SHIT SOME OF THEM ARE SO MEAN!!!! WHAT THE FUCK OHHHH MY GOD!!!! when i tell you i saw 17 boys on their phones, walked past them 3 times and only took ONE PHONE???? BECAUSE ITS LITERALLY MY FUCKING JOB????? and all 17 boys like twice as tall as me heckled the SHIT out of me??? :'((((

like made fun of my dye job and Everything abt me??? </3 for taking One Cellphone that a kid wasnt supposed to be on Bc If I Didn't I Would Get In Trouble that the kid could have probably just begged to get back and would be gotten back immediately?!!! thats how UNSERIOUS they are about bustin the kids at this school!!

WISH SOME1 WLD HAVE TOLD ME THAT! LOL THX!!!!!

but like it was sooooo....it made me so stressed out and it was so awful, i also had really gnarly experiences w/ bullying in high school and middle school, so being back in it is honestly kinda triggering? needless to say, i did spend the rest of that period crying in the teachers lounge like it seriously sucked; i was rlly embarrassed. :c

that's so fun ur working a lot with 4th/5th though! i student taught in 5th this time last year and it was sometimes hard ( i am so stupid like i can only teach k-2, i'm too dumb to do any math harder than that ) academically and socially but i had a lot of fun!

when i wasn't dying!

i am not dying as much rn as i was doing that, but it was certainly more rewarding? like tbh this position is basically me being a human punching bag for middle and upper kids all day long and is really kind of...demeaning? which is annoying bc ( not to be like that ) but bc i literally have my teaching credential i could Be A Teacher In An Actual Elementary School Class, but bc i took this job/chickened out...

i am doing this lowk whack job that i'm both underqualified and overqualified to run. i Do get to work with the littles very early in the day & in the evening and thats...worth getting my shit kicked in by 14 year olds all day long. truly love the k-2 kids; its my happy place.

THANK YOU FOR ASKING THOUGH!!! this is unprofessional, obvi, hopefully will not bite me in the ass later but at thiiis point? idk. respectfully fuck this job lol. i am so tired every single day and there are only brief moments of sunshine. i would not wish this on anyone.

high school boys stop being mean to me challenge! very whack! however, elementary school children! you are so lovely!!! i had a girl make me a little origami flower and give it to me <3 like okay little pep stan! i see you! there is like a kgarten boy who gives me a hug every day, a girl whose shoes i tie every morning -- all of them remember my name which is more than aaaaa lot of the older kids will do for me.

( which!!! they're just kids you know!! its not their fault that they're being a lot!!! their brains are still forming and u know!! i was in mid/hs and it does suck and its hard and stressful! i am not really even mad at them its just...unfortunate. it's also not an age level that i rlly connect w/also discipling them or...not ig idk, is not really something i'm passionate about...like man i just want to sing the fucking calendar song and clap call and response and count on my fingers again. ;-; )

i'm sure as the semester goes by i'll feel better but right now, i am having a pretty rough time and wish i just bit the bullet and started teaching because this is seriiiiiously humilitating, fml. <///3

-uncle nina who is really bad at my job ig? lol i hate this

p.s. this isn't even really a request because every single one of you is kind and wonderful to me, but idk if i seem stressed or it's annoying that my asks are building up/i'm not updating my fics, know its bc i am here from like 6am until like 4:30pm, get my shit rocked, and then go home and sleep for like three hours and repeat every day. just b gentle w/ me if u can; i'm Very Depressed. :(

p.s.s. also unfortunately i cannot take a different job; i signed a contract that keeps me here until june, so i gotta tough it, smh.

#i'm sorry this is probably too personal and upsetting #ALSO SOMEONE STOLE MY FUCKING MUG #W MY COLLEGE LOGO ON IT AND MY UNDERGRAD DEPARTMENT LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING #no but seriously no one checks these kids and i did it one time and every single one gutted me it was seriously brutal #a bunch of the other adults were like oof yeah ur braver than me like HELLO??? DO UR FUCKING JOB MAYB? IM SOOOOO #and like it gives me no joy to take a phone that was the first one i ever took and i was sick to my goddamn stomach :(((#not enjoying this job where i have to terrorize the kids and they terrorize me back its v whack im legit scared 2 do my job #i do have a lot of kids that do what they need to and are kind to me so i appreciate them a lot #and i think that respect is gathering for the other kids but when i say no one trained me or gave me any perspective #AND STOLE MY FUCKING MUG LIKE PLEAAASE CHOKE #it is nice working w the tiny people later in the day tho im love them so bad theyre so cute like i love u my lil people #i seriously should have just taken a k-2 job i really just got nervous and its BECAUSE I CARE NOT BC I DONT which UGGGGH #but yeah lol i am crying i'm sorry if this was too personal or is too whiny but thank u for asking this was building inside me #put uncle nina back in elementary school challenge FAILED SEVERELY middle and hs is so unchill i am sooo tired :(((#fml i'm gonna cry again

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cozycryptidcorner · 1 year

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Me finishing up all my school stuff for graduation while an UNBELIEVABLE amount of drama is going down in my friend group

#a girl got dumped by her bf #someone isn’t paying people back for money they owe #someone is getting cheated on and they don’t know it yet #same person whose getting cheated on stole club funds #a bunch of fights have been breaking out #I am choosing to not get involved and watch from the sidelines #but Jesus Christ

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allylikethecat · 10 months

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Matty and George number 14!! This is such a cool idea

Yay! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it isn't that you still enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it- it was a nice break from working on my many WIPs. Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... casually

Matty looked down at his notes app, frowning when he realized the only thing written was “cheese.” He knew, rationally, that he needed more groceries than just cheese. He had been on tour for the last six months and even before that his pantry had been embarrassingly sparse. He hadn’t even specified what kind of cheese. Was he looking for a block of cheese? Grated cheese? Those cheese sticks he had discovered in America and become absolutely obsessed with? Matty at two am when he decided he was going to be an adult and make a shopping list had not specified. The Matty of today knew that if it had been important enough for him, stoned and jet lagged, so tired he couldn’t even dream of falling asleep, to write down, the sole item on his shopping list, it was clearly important that he got the right kind. He didn’t want to light up tonight and then be hit with a wave of crushing devastation about not having the right kind of cheese.

He sighed. He would revisit the cheese. He tried to remember if he had toilet paper. He knew he at least had the one roll. It had been extremely comforting to take a shit in his own bathroom before he attempted to go to sleep the night before, he had missed his two ply after months on the road, staying in hotels and shitting in concert venues. It was so nice to be surrounded by his soothing, gray, stone walls, and the eucalyptus plant in the shower that he paid a woman to come water twice a week while he was gone.

She was also supposed to feed his fish. The fish that were mysteriously missing from their tank when he returned, but Sheila had been putting up with him for years and he wasn’t about to ruin that relationship when he suddenly couldn’t even remember if he had actually bought fish for the tank in the entryway or just thought about it. He was pretty sure other than the guys, Sheila might be one of the few people in London that didn’t hate him. Unless she stole his fish. Regardless, he needed to go buy more fish, or maybe the first batch of fish. He couldn’t remember, but his fish tank was empty and he needed to do something about it. If he remembered. If Sheila had stolen his fish he wondered why she didn’t just take the entire tank. He looked down at his notes app and added “Fish” to his list.

He went to run his fingers through his curls, before remembering he was wearing a baseball hat. Fuck. He was still so tired, a bone deep weariness that would take days to overcome as he readjusted to his civilian life. It was probably for the best, they were greasy and in desperate need of a wash. He had been too exhausted, and too high, to do more than stand under the spray and admire his eucalyptus plant when he got home. His plant was thriving, no thanks to him, and the light aroma of the leaves made his chest feel nice as he breathed in the steam. He wondered if Sheila would know if he needed to buy toilet paper. He wondered if it was pathetic to text her. He should probably buy more just in case. He would use it eventually. He wished they hadn’t rearranged everything in the store while he was gone. He didn’t even know where to look for toilet paper anymore.

“Well you look like you’re having a productive trip,” George said, glancing down at Matty’s empty basket when he slid up beside him and leaned down to press a casual kiss to the corner of his mouth. Matty let out a whine of frustration. They had decided to divide and conquer, and so far, Matty had not conquered anything. George’s basket was full though, overflowing with fresh produce, meat and even a bottle of Coca Cola that Matty wanted but was refusing to buy for himself since he was trying to drink less soda. It didn’t count when George brought it for him though.

“I don’t know what kind of cheese I want,” he said, pathetically, glaring at the shelves as if they had personally offended him.

George laughed, “well, considering you’re standing in the cereal aisle, I’m not sure how to help you.”

“I was looking for toilet paper,” Matty said, he knew he was whining slightly, but George just chuckled. He could tell Matty was exhausted, his eyes red and swollen, his eye lids drifting shut then snapping open as if he was going to fall asleep on his feet in the cereal aisle in Tesco.

“We actually used up everything you panic bought during the pandemic?” George asked, not addressing the fact that he was still in the wrong aisle. Matty groaned again, slamming his face into George’s chest in frustration. He had an entire, what was supposed to be a linen cabinet, closet full of toilet paper. His mother had sent him into a tizzy when the pandemic started, and he had panic bought more toilet paper than a single man could ever hope to go through on his own. Even when he and George got back together, they were on tour most of the year, and had barely made a dent in Matty’s stash.

“I forgot about that,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of George’s tee shirt. George smirked and kissed the top of Matty’s head, sending a little shiver down Matty’s spine.

He loved how casual George was with his affection, how nonchalant he was, dropping little kisses to Matty’s body, little touches, fingers dragged lightly across his back or to brush his curls out of his eyes, reminding Matty that he was loved even when he was filled with self doubt and didn’t love himself. George was so confident, so casual with his affection, as if it was just something so normal to be sharing, to be sharing with Matty that he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the worst.

“Why don’t we pay and head home,” George said, running a hand down Matty’s back. Matty wished he could feel the warmth of his hand through his blue Nike hoodie, but the fabric was too thick. “I think there’s a nap in our future.”

“But the cheese,” Matty whined, mentally cursing two am Matty for not being more specific with his list.

“I’ll go grab a few different options,” George said, “and will meet you by the check out.”

“Fine,” Matty grumbled, stepping back so that George could press one last peck to his lips before turning down the aisle, off to the refrigeration section to get Matty cheese.

Matty grabbed a box of Frosties and added it to his empty basket, at least he was contributing something to the household, he thought with a yawn, dragging his feet down the aisle towards the self checkout. He was so tired his ankles hurt. He wondered if George would be up for stopping at Caffe Nero on the way home. He was in desperate need of a coffee. He glanced down at his phone, making sure there wasn’t anything else he was forgetting. He froze, blinking at the screen in confusion. What the fuck did he mean by Fish?

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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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'

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