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Private family isn't blood they say, but you're my family anyways

Discussion in 'Pandora Town' started by Conner Kent, Feb 4, 2018.

  1. Conner Kent

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    FEBRUARY 2ND, YEAR 7.
    @Kara Danvers

    Conner grunted as the force of the blow pushed him back, but he dug his heels in and touched the ground with a determined snarl on his face. There was going to be no dumbly falling over for him, thanks. Across from him, a disfigured mountain lion the size of a horse had a similar snarl as the two stared each other down and sized each other up.

    Both of them were smack in the middle of the Bazaar, a few shop stalls overturned around them. Their brawl had started a few streets over when black vines had suddenly thrown the giant animal right at him to the screams of scattering bystanders, and their tussling had left a short path of destruction. Luckily, there was nothing too broken. Hopefully. Metropolis had dealt with rebuilding much worse than a few Superboy-shaped holes in some buildings.

    And then... Conner felt a breeze on his chest.

    When he looked down, it was to find that his t-shirt was sliced to ribbons from where the monstrous mountain lion had struck him with his claws. It wasn't nearly sharp enough to break through his steel skin, but his cotton shirt? Not quite as strong. It was hanging in tatters from his chest with the S-symbol almost completely obscured. That just made him even angrier as he looked back up at the crouching lion with blazing eyes of his own.

    "That...was my favorite shirt!" he growled before he charged right at it like an enraged bull. They met in the middle of the Bazaar, a loud thud echoing as the two collided. Conner caught the lion around the neck even as its teeth tried to sunk into his shoulder. Both of them yelled in furious pain, before Conner managed to hold his footing and flip the lion onto its back, using one hand to do what he did best: punch it repeatedly in the face.

     
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  2. Kara Danvers

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    There was, apparently, a crazed mountain lion rampaging through Pandora Town.

    Kara’d heard weirder, of course. Who hadn’t, in this strange place where people from an untold number of universes came together and occasionally (all too often, sadly) clashed. Much stranger, actually, was one story a small group of terrified teenagers had about a boy fighting this mountain lion all through River Street. “It’s as big as a HOUSE, I swear to God!” one girl said, relating her and her friends’ narrow escape to anyone who’d listen. “And he just… THREW it!”

    Well. That explained why there’d been a rise in panicked noises outside a few minutes ago. Kara closed her eyes, focusing on her hearing, and soon shouts of pain and snarls of rage—not to mention some all-too-familiar sounds of destruction of property—filtered to her as if it were happening right outside. Riverboat Café, where Kara had been working on her latest assignment (as evidenced by mountains of article clippings spread all around her laptop), was becoming increasingly crowded, what with panicked foot traffic from people desperate to get away from this massive fight in Pandora Town’s Bazaar.

    It also meant that virtually no one was paying attention to a lone, unassuming reporter who quickly packed up her things and quietly disappeared.

    Seconds later, Supergirl was flying high above, headed for Pandora Town’s Bazaar, from which she could effortlessly make out sounds of a fierce battle between boy and beast. She could see them, now—distance was no object, and she watched as this boy in a tattered black shirt charged, with an angry roar, at a creature that had to outweigh him by a factor of ten at least. Yet he seemed to be holding his own, unperturbed by claws or teeth or strength, nor even weight of this creature he was practically wrestling.

    And also punching in its face, just as she got close enough to join in. “Ok, that’s enough!” She barely had to exert any effort at all to pull these unlikely combatants apart—one was, for all his evident strength, just a kid, fighting what amounted to a really big cat, which was easily scruffed as Kara grabbed a big handful of fur and skin at its neck and rose several feet above ground. “Who are you, kid?” she asked, rising a little more as her captive started to struggle, using her other hand to grab a second handful of its neck. Big it may have been, but it still had that hardwired response to lie still if certain nerves were pinched—as would happen if a mama cat were carrying her cub. “And where’d your friend come from? Please don’t say Pandora’s Zoo,” she added, blowing a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I don’t wanna have to tell any guards you were taking this cat for a joyride.”
     
  3. Conner Kent

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    Conner snarled again as he felt himself being tugged off the beast by someone who's even stronger than he is, to his surprise. When he looked up, he almost expected to see Superman himself, but it's only a girl. Unfortunately, the squirming cat blocked any view of her chest at first. (Not that he was particularly looking.)

    "Don't call me a kid!" he protested, tone deep and gruff and angry. He bared his teeth back at the cat, chest heaving with exertion and an adrenaline rush. "And that thing's not my friend. I was minding my own business when it came flying at me!"

    Almost as if it could understand, it yowled back at him before going limp in the girl's grip. Still, its long tail swished behind it and its eyes flickered around. A low rumble built in its chest. Conner gritted his teeth as he resisted the urge to charge right at both of them, and his fists clenched by his sides.

    "And the name is Superboy."

    To prove his point, he lifted up the tattered front of his shirt to expose the S-symbol that so many were familiar with. From a hole in the wall behind him that he'd wrestled the lion through, a whirring noise came as Sphere propelled herself through the hole with a dazed looking Wolf behind her. Almost immediately, Conner's frame lost the tension as he went to them, a hand on each. Only a mistrustful expression was thrown over his shoulder at the other pair.

     
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  4. Kara Danvers

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    Don’t call me a kid!

    Said this boy wrestling with a lion, who was also most definitely a kid. Kara was about to ask what he was then, if not a kid wrestling with a big cat, and also why and shouldn’t you be in school and where are your parents, when he said a word that definitely caught her attention. In fact, it almost made her drop her captive in utter shock, except she caught herself in time and Lion quit squirming as soon as it realized she wasn’t actually going to let go.

    (Ok, so she wasn’t all that creative with names. There’d been a hamster she kept as a pet in high school, aptly named Mister Hamster. Hey, it worked for fourteen-year-old Kara! Especially since she’d only been on Earth for a couple years by that point and still wasn’t terribly familiar with all of Earth’s fauna.)

    Superboy. He actually called himself Superboy. It could have been a coincidence—this was Pandora, after all. There was a chance that her family no longer held a monopoly on ‘Super’, in this place composed of residents from a thousand different universes. But then he pulled up on his shirt, forcing its tattered remains to reveal a symbol printed on its chest. To anyone else, it would’ve looked like a stylized ‘s’—for Super, clearly lack of creativity ran in their family.

    Except, to Kara, it was something else entirely. Hope. And also her family’s symbol. And, now that she gave him a real look… he could have been Kal, twenty years ago.

    To any onlookers, it would’ve seemed as if Supergirl simply vanished. There was a conversation that clearly needed to be had, and she couldn’t do it with an increasingly agitated mountain lion in her arms. So she zoomed over to Pandora’s Zoo, setting it down (gently, she wasn’t a monster) in one of its larger, empty enclosures, with a hastily scribbled note stuck to a door. A few seconds later, she was back, hovering above Superboy sans mountain lion—her own symbol now plainly visible. “You look like Kal. Why?”

    It occurred to her that he could have been Kal, except that her cousin—as far as she was aware, anyway—hadn’t donned their family’s crest until he became Superman. Not even when he’d, evidently, landed in Russia in some alternate universe and grown up as a communist. (Yeah, that was weird, but Kara tried not to judge.) “You’re not my cousin.” It was a statement, not a question, made as she slowly settled down in front of Superboy. “But you wear our family’s crest.” She was speaking to herself more than him, by this point, trying to reason it through.

    “Who are you?” she asked abruptly, her eye’s moving to meet his—there was a hopefulness in her gaze that she couldn’t quite repress.

    Kal had been sent away from Krypton as a baby, but maybe, just maybe, there was another surviving Kryptonian she hadn’t known about. Maybe even… one who remembered home.
     
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    To others, the woman would've simply vanished, but Conner's eyes tracked her disappearance at the speed of light. Or, well, maybe the speed of sound at the very least. Thinking that she'd simply given up and left without so much as a thank you, Conner scoffed and turned his back, ready to walk away and head back to...nowhere, really, considering he had yet to find a place to stay. He, Wolf, and Sphere had simply been finding quiet places to nap, and with all of the 'new arrivals' at all times, it wasn't hard to find somewhere handing out free meals too. The only problem he really had was swallowing his pride enough to ask for enough to feed a massive wolf and a young Kryptonian. He would say growing, but... And needless to say, that hadn't happened.

    When his sensitive ears picked up the woman's surprising re-appearance, he turned around with a frown and more than a few things to say to her about gratitude and pointing fingers. But his words and his breath caught in his throat as he finally got a glimpse of the emblem on her chest, the same one that had haunted his every waking moment since leaving Cadmus and realizing the world wasn't everything he had wanted it to be.

    "Who's...Who's Kal?" he questioned dumbly for a moment, eyes still wide. Once he realized what he was doing, however, Conner collected himself. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms defensively over his chest, ready to defend himself and quash any hope that remained -- both in himself and the woman's gaze.

    He remembered the look on Superman's face when they had first met. Hell, it was the same uncomfortable, disgusted look he gave him every time they saw each other afterwards, too. He wasn't going to let himself get affected by the rejection of some girl he didn't even know. At hearing the words 'You're not my cousin,' his suspicions about her attitude were only confirmed, and his own showed in the way his expression suddenly became guarded and wary. He knew he wasn't Superman, lady. Thanks for reminding him.

    "It doesn't matter who I am," Conner grumbled, unable to stand the way she was looking at him with so much hope as if he were Superman in a baby carrier, all wrapped up with a bow and ready to go. "Not to you and definitely not to Superman. He's made that clear enough." He turned his back on her, walking away towards the actual exit and not the hole in the hall he'd smashed through with the giant lion. "So just leave me alone. I'm not any of your business."


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    Who’s Kal?

    It probably shouldn’t have stung her quite like it did—after all, even Kal had not known his own name for most of his life. And, despite his resemblance to her cousin, Kara didn’t recognize him as someone from their extended family back on Krypton, so she wasn’t entirely sure why there’d been that bead of hope to begin with. Except, perhaps, for the symbol on her chest—the meaning behind her family’s coat of arms. Did this boy even know what he wore?

    He knew Superman, but not Kal—he hadn’t even called him Clark, so what did that mean? Was he from some alternate Earth, like the Kal-L in Pandora, where Superman’s identity was somehow different? Or did he just… not know him? But then, how and why had he come to wear the House of El’s family crest on his clothing?

    Had Clark abandoned him, too?

    It was a treacherous thought, but one that wouldn’t just fade away once she’d had it, and in an instant the flash of anger she felt faded away into something closer to sadness. It wasn’t that Kara was bitter, not really. But she knew what it was like to watch the news, and hear stories about Superman saving the day, and wonder why he was never there when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night, the ruins of Krypton still echoing from her nightmares. Why could he be Earth’s hero, but never hers? Kara was older now, and had come to terms with the things she’d felt as a teenager, but this boy looked like he couldn’t have been that much older than she’d been when she first arrived on Earth, and that brought with it a wave of empathy she just couldn’t contain.

    She was also stubborn. No way was an angsty teenage Kryptonian getting away that easily without some serious attention.

    “Hey!” she snapped, darting through the air and landing in front of him, arms crossed in that too-familiar Super-pose. “It matters to me. What's your name? And don't tell me it's Superboy, I mean your real name. And just how do you know Superman?” She was trying to sound like a hard-ass, because maybe he’d respond better to that and actually answer the questions she asked, but there was an unmistakable softening in her face as she looked up at this boy, who, somehow, reminded her a little of herself at that age. He looked so… lost.

    She could relate.
     
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  7. Conner Kent

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    Conner gritted his teeth as the woman was suddenly in front of him, obviously having sped through the air before he had a chance to react. Judging from the symbol on her chest and the way she'd deposited the mountain lion presumably to safety within the blink of an eye -- that poor creature's whiplash -- he'd already guessed she more or less had the same power suite for Superman, so it wasn't much of a surprise. The surprise was more in the fact that she seemed determined to not let him walk away, while the sight of his retreating back was always a relief for Superman.

    When she demanded to know his real name, Conner just raised an unamused eyebrow at her in an expression that very much implied 'are you serious?' at the same it did 'you're not on the same page as me, are you?' For all intents and purposes, Superboy...pretty much was his real name. It was his birth name at least, or the closest thing to it. 'Conner Kent' was really just an alias he'd started using to go to school, and it wasn't even like he'd picked it out. He'd just shrugged and accepted the names M'gann and J'onn had volunteered, and that was that. Though...he did have to admit that as merely functional it had been in the first place, he'd grown pretty attached to it.

    And so he answered begrudgingly, "My name's Conner Kent." He did indeed react a little bit better to the woman's strict approach, not because of any authority she tried to impose on him, but rather the fact that he gave her a solid opening to let him pass, and unlike Superman, she didn't take it. It won her maybe a few points in his eyes, but he was still far too stubborn to just open up immediately just because someone with an S was making the barest attempt to get to know him. Especially not before she learned what he was.

    "I don't know Superman," Conner told her bitterly, eyes narrowed as he waited for the inevitable display of horror or disgust that would cross her face when she realized the implications of what he was telling her. "Cadmus made me to replace him if he ever died or turned against Earth. Superman doesn't want anything to do with a clone, alright? I'm not his problem."

     
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    For a moment, Kara was confused. He gave his name, first as Superboy, then as Conner—but with the name of Kal’s human family. That didn’t exactly gel with the idea that he didn’t know Kal, especially if he was another surviving member of their family. Perhaps some other universe’s Kal had a son? He certainly looked like Kal.

    A lot, actually. A whole lot. He looked enough like Kal that, now, Kara was wondering how she’d missed it before. He could’ve stepped right out of one of those pictures in Mrs. Kent’s photo albums from Clark’s teen years. Not that she’d ever gotten to see Clark as a teen in person—she’d missed out on his entire life, in fact. But here and now, she almost felt as if she could be talking to his teenaged self. Except for the fact that Conner didn’t act like Clark. And, given his clear disdain for Superman, Kara was beginning to get the feeling that there was more to this story than she’d ever be able to guess.

    “Cadmus… made you?” Kara repeated, her brow creasing as she careful the sheer implications in that statement. She knew Cadmus, of course—knew of them, knew of the sort of research they did. It didn’t surprise her that they would’ve delved into the genetics of Kryptonians, but to be this advanced, this quickly? Not that it seemed all that hard to believe, considering her experiences with Lord’s attempt at creating his own Supergirl. But it just… didn’t add up.

    Unless he was from a different universe. Which, considering her experiences even before Pandora, with Barry and his Earth, was even easier to believe.

    Still, that ‘s’ on his chest meant something, whether he knew it or not. And it meant he was family. “Superman isn’t here, Conner. I am. And my name is Kara.” She held out her hand for him to shake—whether or not he took it was up to him, but if he was any good at reading people, he’d see the determination in her eyes and realize that she wasn’t going to go anywhere.

    “I’m Kal’s cousin. And if you’re his clone, that makes me your cousin, too. I’m not sure where you come from, whatever universe it is, but on Krypton, we take care of our own.”
     
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