The Kid of Steel

[OOC]

Backtagging: Always
Threadhopping: Go for it
Fourthwalling: Absolutely. He's always glad to meet a fan.
Offensive subjects: Nothing in particular.

[IC]

Hugging this character: Hell yes.
Kissing this character: Sure.
Flirting with this character: He will flirt back twice as hard.
Fighting with this character: Go for it, but we should talk.
Injuring this character: He's invulnerable so it's really hard to injure him, but I'm probably cool with it if you think your character can.
Killing this character: Again, invulnerable, but let's talk.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Go for it.

Warnings: His superpowers include x-ray vision, telescopic vision, and superhearing. If there's anything you want him to see/want to make sure he doesn't see, please let me know! He is trying not to misuse them (he was pretty chauvinistic at earlier canon points, but he's matured some, thank god) but he does not have very good control yet.

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[The camera comes into focus on a familiar (to some) chiseled jaw. Kon smiles and gives the camera a little wave.]

Hey, guys. Been a while, huh? Well, for me. I've got no clue how long it's been here. Anyway. I'm back! This place seems about the same.

Right. People who weren't here before? I'm Kon. Or Superboy. Either one works. Yeah, I'm related to Superman, if you were gonna ask that, and yeah, I can fly. So can my dog.

[Krypto, on hearing Kon mention the word dog, wanders over, looking curious. He barks at the camera and wags his tail. Kon goes over and scratches Krypto's head before looking back at the camera.]

So how's everyone been?

[Locked to friends from before he left.]

Hey! Who's still around? What'd I miss?

[Kon is just beaming when he turns on the communicator. His message is technically for his boyfriend's ears only, but... he is not always the best at technology.]

Hey, Timmy, I've got a surprise for you up in the CES. I think you'll love it. But not as much as I love you!

All right, see you soon, okay?

[Everyone knows Conner Kent, the young piano player from the city. He came up a few years ago to live with his aunt and uncle, Jonathan and Martha Kent. He quickly got a job playing piano at the saloon, and he's one of their star attractions. He's playing a lovely piece right now, lively enough to dance, but not too obtrusive. When he's done, he grins into the communicator.]

I'll be taking requests for a little while if anyone wants to come on down to the saloon. We've got good drinks, too.


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OH COME ON!

[The shout comes from the closet. All that's visible, besides the incredible array of identical black t-shirts and jeans, plus scattered boxers with little s-shields on them (Hey, Kon's got a theme, he sticks with it), is a red-spandexed butt and legs, plus a few completely useless belts and straps.

After a moment, the kid comes out, scowling. The rest of his costume is spandex too, plus a horrible fade cut and an earring. And sunglasses. Can't forget the sunglasses. God, he's so nineties it hurts.

Anyway, he's scowling and holding a shredded leather jacket in his hands. Still visible is the yellow s-shield on the back.]

Where the heck are all my jackets? I'm supposed to have a ton of extras! All I've got is a gazillion black t-shirts! Who wears black t-shirts all the time? Cause there's no way that's me. T-shirt and jeans? Not a superhero costume.

So, you know the whole thing that happened with the communicators a few days ago? It made me a little homesick. So I'm taking a quick trip home. I just want to check in with my family and the friends who aren't here. I shouldn't be gone more than a week.

See you guys soon!

[Okay. Kon takes a deep breath, then turns on his camera and smiles.]

Uh, hey everyone. It's me, Superboy. [Obviously.]

So, the thing with Rex. That was... that was pretty bad. And I helped with stopping him, cause I'm a superhero. And that's what I do back home. The bad guys do something evil, with mind control or a death ray or something else just as bad, and me and my friends save the day.

[His face gets a little more serious.]

Of course it doesn't go smoothly all the time. People die. Good people. Heck, I died. Luckily, the staying-dead rate isn't as high as it should be, but still. Not everyone comes back. And every time, it hurts.

It hurts even when it's not a friend or a loved one. Even when it's one of the villains. Even when they do come back. Even when you know they will. Losing people? Hurts. And no matter who it is, they've got someone who'll miss them.

[He stops for dramatic effect, then looks straight into the camera.]

That's why we don't kill. It's not our job. We save the world, we hand criminals to the cops, we've even been known to testify in court, but we don't kill. And we shouldn't here either. I'm talking to the Wardens and Inmates alike. Killing? Wrong. Always. Full stop.

And yeah, I get that there's not always a choice. I get that sometimes it's more complicated than that. Sometimes, good people have to do bad things.

But if there's any other way, even here, where death isn't permanent?

You take it.

That's all.

[Locked to Tim]

[Kon drops the happy look because hey, talking to friend, and agh, this is stressful.]

Oh my god, your dad is scary. Obviously. He asked me to do what Superman does. Me. You know, in the being an example or inspiration or whatever to everyone. I don't know if I can.

...Clark would have done the whole "Don't kill" speech better.

[Kon turns on the camera and points it at the now empty plates that he received, then swings it back to his face.]

Whoever made the surprise breakfast, thanks. It was one of the best I've had, and I've had some pretty good breakfasts. So... yeah, that was cool.

Which is why the mass-defriending, and why now is an awesome time to defriend this journal if you don't care about my game. Since... that's all I'll be posting.