cloned | The big meet-up of doom!

Kon shrugged. "I don't even remember. Probably five bucks or something. And Robin's ugly, not really disfigured though."

Tim shifted his position on the couch, making sure to elbow Kon sharply in the side as he did. "That's too bad. Good thing he wears a mask."

Bernard pinched the skin on the back of Kon's hand, for all the good it did him. "Hey, be nice," he warned. "I'm sure he's cute enough."

"Eh, he's okay, I guess. No Superboy, but if you're into that kind of thing..." Kon shrugged.

Tim rolled his eyes. "Well, we can't all be Superboy, can we?"

Bernard grinned, leaning up to kiss Kon briefly. "No, we can't," he agreed. He nudged Tim's knee with his foot. "Your turn, Timmy," he decided. "As a question."

Kon played with the hair on Bernard's neck and grinned at Tim. "Go on, Timmy," he said. "Shoot a question at me. Trust me, you can't get too personal."

"All right." Tim arched an eyebrow and fixed Kon with a piercing look. "What are your intentions toward my best friend?"

Bernard smirked, tilting his head up from where it was resting on Kon's shoulder so he could see his face. "Yeah, Kon," he agreed. "We all want to know."

"Well, obviously," Kon said, looking as serious as he could without cracking up. "I'd like to marry him, move into a house with a white picket fence, and have two point five kids.

"You're being snide." He turned toward Bernard. "He's being snide. This does not inspire confidence."

Bernard laughed, playing with the fingers of Kon's hand. "No, it does not," he agreed. "Besides, I want three point seven kids. And a dog."

"I hate dogs," Kon said. "Can we get a cat instead?"

Tim grinned broadly, trying to hold back laughter. He remembered how Kon had been with Krypto. "What, you didn't bond with Superdog? You want me to head to the East End and find you a cat? Even the strays are pretty well looked after there, so I'm pretty sure I can find a good one."

Bernard smirked, nipping the edge of Kon's thumb. "Only if we can name it Bart," he replied, hiding his smile behind Kon's hand.

"I think the real Bart might have an issue with that," Kon said, gently running his thumb over Bernard's lips. He glared at Tim. "No, I did not bond with Superdog. You try taking care of a mutt with all the powers of Superman."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "This from Superman's half-human clone? I have no sympathy."

Bernard laughed, kissing Kon's thumb. "I sympathize, babe," he offered, winking at Tim.

"Superman's half-Kryptonian clone taking care of Superman's full-Kryptonian dog," Kon whined. "I deserve sympathy."

Tim gave them both a skeptical look. "One--he's a dog. And two--should I give you two some privacy?"

"A superpowered dog," Bernard helpfully reminded. He gave Tim a sultry look over Kon's hand, nipping at Kon's thumb. "You can stay," he offered. "We're happy to have you watch."

Kon rolled his eyes and moved his hand away from Bernard's mouth. "We'll be good," he said. "And yeah, a dog. With all the powers of Superman. Plus teeth and claws."

"And you have most of the powers of Superman, the apparently awesome tactile telekinesis, and opposable thumbs. I fail to see how you're at a disadvantage," he said, sitting back against the couch and grinning.

"Teeth, Timmy!" Bernard insisted, only pouting slightly that Kon moved his hand. "And claws. Very scary stuff. Too much for Kon's delicate sensibilities." He winked.

"What he said," Kon said. "Plus, my stuff isn't made to be tough enough not to be shredded by superpowered jaws. The dog is crazy!"

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