cloned | The big meet-up of doom!

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!"

"He's probably just lonely," Tim said virtuously. In truth--he had despised Krypto, too, and had kept his door bolted shut whenever the animal was in the Tower, but... It was too fun to prod Kon about this to resist. "Dogs need a lot of attention"

"Did you neglect your pet?" Bernard asked, pulling away and giving Kon a horrified look. "How could you," he continued, shifting towards Tim and leaning up against him instead. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep from laughing. "Shame, Kon. Shame."

Kon glared at Tim and bit back a remark about how much Tim hated the dog. Secret identities were a pain in the ass.

"I did not neglect him," He grumbled. "Superman shunted his dog on me and I occasionally had other things to do. Like homework, or, you know, world-saving. Dog liked Superman better anyway."

Tim shrugged. "Guess I wouldn't know--I've never had a pet." He grinned. "Or had to save the world."

Bernard frowned, thoughtful. "We had a parrot once," he said. "Stupid thing kept saying 'Prepare to meet Kali... In hell!" He rolled his eyes. "Someone kept showing him Indiana Jones movies."

Kon caught Tim's eye and burst out laughing.

Tim couldn't bite back a snicker at that--damn you, Kon. "That sounds... pretty funny Bernard." Maybe funnier if you'd actually seen the goddess in question.

Bernard rolled his eyes. "Temple of Doom was not that good a movie," he insisted. "Especially not when your stupid pet keeps quoting it at you."

"No, no," Kon said. "It's just, well, Young Justice fought a cult about her or something. Heh. Impulse thought he was Batman for a little bit. It was hilarious. Did you ever see..." he snapped his fingers and glanced at Tim. "What's the show called? With the cops and the robbers and stuff?"

Tim stared at him blankly. "I've never watched all that much TV, Kon." He knew that--no he didn't. Damn, he sucked at this.

"Right, you wouldn't know," Kon said. "It was a stupid kid's show anyway." He frowned as he thought, then grinned. "Tugga Hugga Thugees. Really popular for a while. Front for a Kali cult, though. We stopped 'em."

He looked down, more serious. It had almost cost Red Tornado's ex-wife. Which would have meant that Red Tornado would have lost custody of Traya. But Kon didn't want to go into that.

Bernard shook his head. "I remember that show. My mom's friend's kid nearly gutted her after watching it." He shivered. "Little fucker was creepy to begin with."

"Yeah," Kon said, still looking down. "It wasn't really all that funny."

Tim frowned a little. That had been a really crappy time. "I heard about that, actually. Weren't a lot of kids brainwashed or something?"

Bernard shivered, reaching for Kon's hand and twining their fingers together. "A lot," he agreed.

"Yeah," Kon said. He looked down at his and Bernard's hands. "It...was kind of really bad. We stopped it, but it was almost too late."

Tim was glad Bernard was looking at Kon and not him, so he frown a little over his memories. It had almost been too late. For Traya and Red Tornado, and the world. It had sucked.

Bernard tugged on their joined hands, bringing Kon close enough that he could kiss him softly. "You did good, Kon," he said, squeezing his hand. "Alice is fine, and her obnoxious little terror is fine too. You saved so many people." He smiled, stroking Kon's face. "I'm so proud of you," he added, his smile becoming more sardonic, though it was obviously directed towards himself.

Kon nodded and smiled at Bernard. "Thanks," he said. "But let's talk about something else?"

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