#miri-tiazan

[suzukiblu]

Oh also! Jason and his pack (platonic) 🙏🙏🙏

“Holy shit,” Loud Sister mutters under her breath. Jason doesn’t know why. He nuzzles into Quiet Sister’s wrists one last time, then turns to scoop Pup Brother into his arms and pull him down onto their sides. He cuddles them together, wrapping himself around him and leaving Quiet Sister space to spoon up behind him. Them. Whichever. Pup Brother makes an indignant noise and Jason hushes him with a humming purr and nuzzles safe-pup-good-pup-good-good-pup into his hair. Pup Brother makes an outraged noise this time, and Little Brother and Loud Sister both laugh. Pup Brother growls at them and reaches for a knife, and Jason hums another purr into his hair. He lets Pup Brother throw the knife at them, since they don’t need knives in the nest. Not while Grandpa and Big Brother are here, anyway. It’s safe, with both of them here. 

. . . and Alpha will be home soon too. 

Little Brother and Loud Sister dodge Pup Brother’s knife, still laughing. Jason just buries his face in his hair again and squeezes his arms around him tighter with another purr. Pup Brother hisses, but relaxes. Slightly. 

Well, doesn’t go for another knife, anyway. 

Same difference.

[ravenirene]

Oh, dude, you missed it. @gaileyfrey is literally the writer of that new ‘White Widow’ series starring Yelena, and she tagged the post #asexual amongst the other tags. That’s what @miri-tiazan was talking about.

I'm talking about right now. Yelena is not canon ace or aroace. A writer, Devin grayson, said she would less likely follow Natasha's love life but. Then later came out and said that it was only her headcanon that she said in an interview. Making yelena unlabeled as of the moment. Maybe the new writer will make yelena canon ace in the new comic(which would be great cause theres only like 3 ace characters in marvel) but like I said as of right now yelena is not canon anything.

[bunjywunjy]

Hi Bunjy! What animal is the fluffiest?

I’ll tell you a secret: all of the fluffiest animals in the world are domesticated animals that were selectively bred by humans to be wool-producers!

non-domesticated animals just don’t get as fluffy as these fiber-producing friends for the simple fact that humans don’t come around to free them of their fur burden once a year, meaning that there’s only so fluffy that a wild animal can get without risking overheating itself.

anyway to answer your question my vote goes to the angora rabbit

[dsudis]

miri-tiazan replied to your post “for the meme: "carry" or "wonder”

Oh man the flogging one sounds INTENSE. Super excited for all of these!

I’m not gonna say it’s NOT intense but I feel like I should note that the part where Eskel is worrying about dying from positional asphyxiation without anyone noticing is while he’s in the custody of the guy who Emhyr is getting him AWAY from, who has set up a dilemma where a flogging seems like the reasonable alternative to both Emhyr and Eskel.

(The part where Eskel gets grabbed because he fits the description of A Witcher, by people who actually want Geralt, who then beat him and leave him in restraints for hours in a position that could have killed him and probably would have if he wasn’t a witcher, because he was struggling to breathe, uh. Did not seem QUITE as obvious a parallel to current events when I wrote it?)

[inexplicifics]

Chapter 4 of Then Will Love Be Kind to Thee: Should Kneel In Joy, in which Milena surprises the hell out of Lambert, and he shows his appreciation for her skill.

With thanks to @miri-tiazan for the plotbunny!

[suzukiblu]

Double dipping for Timberkon!

Kon makes some hitched and absolutely desperate little noises and forces himself to let go of Tim’s shirt before he accidentally tears it right off him, fisting his hands in the sheets instead. He keeps his head ducked down in his lap and his face turned in against his thigh, though, and Tim keeps petting him the same absentminded but attentive way. Like it’s just a reflex; just a thing he’d do whenever. Like if Kon just came and sat down at his feet while he was working on a case or something he’d just . . . do this. Any time. 

Kon bites his lip hard enough to hurt and barely keeps his TTK from disassembling the sheets down to threads.

[suzukiblu]

If you are still taking requests I would love some Jason Todd!

There's a couple of ways to ID a soulmate, but the traditional–and usual–one is a kiss. Basically any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, of course, but most people kiss way before they get around to fucking bareback and a kiss is also definitely less likely to result in hepatitis than swapping blood with strangers. And, like, it's also more romantic and that tends to appeal to people more even when the involved soulmates aren't actually romantic. Like it's way easier to laugh off that one time you slipped your destined BFF tongue than it is to explain a bloodborne illness to your GP.

So naturally, Jason finds out who his soulmate is by accidentally bleeding all over the guy in the middle of a random stupid throwdown with supervillains in San Francisco.

Also, naturally said guy is Tim's boyfriend who still justifiably hates Jason's ass for all the fucked up shit he's done and said to Tim.

Jason is pretty sure this would count as another reason for Superboy to hate his ass, except the one mercy in this situation is that Superboy was unconscious for their accidental blood-swap, so he at least doesn't know they're soulmates.

The lucky bastard.

Fuck everything, Jason thinks, and then resolves to never think about it again. Which he doesn't, because even having a thought around Bruce is basically the same thing as handing the bastard a signed confession.

It sucks, admittedly? Like, Jason's not gonna pretend it doesn't suck. He didn't ever think he'd get a coffee shop meet-cute with his soulmate, assuming he had enough of a soul left to actually have one, but he'd at least expected to get somebody who wasn't already dating the brother he's treated worst and who did not, ideally, hate his guts.

Or who at least hated his guts in a sexy way that could result in a nice enemies-with-benefits situation to spice up his sex life and maybe hopefully one day evolve into . . . he doesn't know, frenemies-with-benefits? Or something?

Superboy is not gonna be up for cheating on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's adoptive brother, Jason is very damn sure. For one thing, if he was, Jason wouldn't want to fuck him anyway, much less be his soulmate. Jason is a murderer and a bastard but he is also a ride or die, okay, and he doesn't give a shit what the universe says, there is no damn way that he'd accept a soulmate like that.

Also, like, since the accidental blood-swap went down, now when they get close enough there's an empathy bond going and Jason can absolutely feel how fucking <i>besotted</i> Superboy is by every little thing Tim does and says and just is.

And he can also feel how much the guy hates him.

Jason has never had better control of his pit rage than since realizing that if Superboy ever felt it, it'd be absolutely undeniably obvious what it was and where it was coming from.

It is fucking amazing what a desperate person can get a handle on. Like, really.

Jason went to fucking therapy for this shit. It sucks and he hates it and he wants to burn down the whole stupid office every time, but he's still going every week because fuck forbid he lose control enough that somebody realize something is up.

Jason's self-control is not helped by the fact that Superboy has his own anger issues, but it's not like they get all that close to each other all that often anyway. He very rarely has to worry about Superboy picking up on anything from him. Mostly he just has to worry about not being any worse to Tim than he already has been and making excuses to avoid any situation that Superboy might theoretically pop up in. He has absolutely no designs on fucking up Tim's relationship. Ever.

He guesses he and Superboy could have a platonic bond, admittedly. Like, that's possible.

Except Superboy constantly insists on wearing a painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather and strappy belts and looking like a porn star parody of a superhero, along with regularly smirking like a cocky asshole who just so happens to be the second coming of sin, and Jason has a very difficult time not finding all of that just unspeakably hot, so that seems unlikely.

So yeah, Jason's definitely not telling anyone that they're soulmates. Possibly ever. At least not as long as Superboy and Tim are still into each other and in undeniably perfect romantic love, anyway.

It's not like Jason's waiting for them to break up or something, or for the probably likelier but much more upsetting option that is Tim fucking dying. He's a bastard, again, but he's not that kind of a bastard.

He really hopes this is just one of those bullshit bonds that don't actually become relevant until the involved bondmates are, like, octogenarians or whatever. Which is not something Jason would've ever expected to want from his soulmate, but Jason also did not ever expect his soulmate to turn out to be Tim's boyfriend, so yeah. Well, life's a bitch and also full of surprises.

It's impossible to always avoid Superboy, all things considered, but Jason usually can, and thanks to Bat-training and his time with the League and just who he is as a person he's very good at keeping his emotions on lockdown when the dude's around without it actually looking like he's keeping his emotions on lockdown. Mostly he just ignores him and acts like he thinks he's irrelevant, and Superboy seems perfectly happy with that.

But again, it's impossible to always avoid him, and they're on the same side and everything, more or less. Jason therefore can't technically bitch about the guy randomly landing in the middle of his rooftop stakeout wearing that cocky asshole smirk of his and also his painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather.

Or he couldn't, except that it is very obviously not actually Superboy wearing all those things. For starters, Superboy never wears that smirk when he's looking at Jason.

For another thing, Jason knows his own damn soulmate when he sees him. Like, he is not actually that oblivious or stupid a person as to not recognize his own damn soulmate.

"Hey, man," fake Superboy greets casually as his boots hit the roof. Jason runs the internal numbers on whether or not fake Superboy has real Kryptonian powers and decides better safe than sorry, then hits the panic button hidden in the collar of his jacket as he turns to fully face him, making the gesture look like an idle adjustment.

"Robin need something?" he asks, cocking his head questioningly. Seems wisest to pretend like he's falling for this bullshit, whatever it is. Especially if Kryptonian powers are currently a concern.

"Naw," the fake Superboy says, his smirk widening crookedly. "This one's an . . . off-the-books social call, as it were."

"Oh, we make social calls, now?" Jason asks dryly, resisting the irrational urge to hit his panic button again. Not actually a helpful urge, that. The thing's already streaming live audio and video to Oracle and the Batcomputer to get everyone in the loop on what the problem is, that's all that matters. Extra hitting would just make it likelier that fake Superboy might notice something.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you, Hood," fake Superboy says as his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and steps towards Jason with very familiar and incredibly unsubtle body language that, again, has never once been directed towards him.

Goddammit.

Well, good thing Jason hit his panic button, because there is no damn way this is ending well. He's never actually used the thing before, it's a recent addition to his gear now that he and the Bats are actually mostly working together again, but he already appreciates said addition very, very much.

Assuming that Bruce is packing kryptonite tonight, anyway.

Fuck, he'd better be.

. . . also assuming that whoever this fake Superboy is happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Or at least currently happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Jason's not sure if this is like a bodyswap situation or a more traditional possession or just a doppelganger or a shapeshifter, but who the hell even knows. Not mind control, he's pretty sure, unless it's the kind that really fucks with somebody's personality. Like, yes, that is Superboy's body language and Superboy's facial expressions and even Superboy's microexpressions, but it's just . . . not Superboy behind any of it. Like, very obviously not.

. . . weirdly obviously, actually. Like, Jason's really feeling the uncanny valley right now.

Ugh.

Well, hopefully this person or thing or weird psychic projection thinks he's fucking stupid.

"Did you now," Jason says, eyeing fake Superboy through his helmet. Schooling his expression doesn't really matter right now, except of course X-ray vision is a thing, so actually never mind, maybe it does. Again: goddammit.

Definitely gonna need to keep a handle on his heart rate here.

"Eh, what can I say, Rob was being a basic bitch again and I got bored," fake Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, which is something Jason would pistol-whip the real Superboy for saying but at least provides him a pretty solid script to go off while he waits for reinforcements to show.

He'd rather be making with the pistol-whipping, though.

[suzukiblu]

Re FakeCrytpid!Tim’s nest, I am now imagining Tim in the most over-the-top fancy penthouse apartment, glamorous as all get out, and then you walk into the bedroom and it’s just like, echoingly empty with one those pathetic pigeon nests that is just like, three random sticks not even connected to each other and a random egg a few inches to the left. Except without the egg. Probably.

Kon takes one look at it and is like, I should learn basket weaving? To weave Robin a giant life size basket nest that he can then stuff with pillows and soft blankets and giant heart shaped diamonds? Yeah, that seems right.

Kon, getting TOTALLY the wrong impression from Tim's fail!nest: ohhhhh so you're the kind of bird who wants nests made FOR them, okay, I'll learn basket-weaving! :)))

Tim: . . . w̷̨̛͎̻͈̼͈̼͈̫͖̖͍̒͐̀h̴̢̹͚̮͗̋͆̃̓̍̃́́̊̚ḁ̸̣͍̙͉̐̀̍͛͂̃̑͆̚t̵̢͍͍̥̩͑ ̴̡̹̰̻̤̝̻̎̾͐̂̒̽̃̅̈͋̍͊̕̚ą̷̳̪͚̞̦͉͉̯́͐̏͐͝r̵͖̗̦̓̃̈̌̋̀̋̕̚ḛ̴̘͔͓͓̫͈̼̝͙̌͛̄̈́͘̚ͅͅ ̴̭͉̖̓̈́̌̈́̿̄͌̀̎̒̓͆͝y̴̙̣̱̐̽̀̑͑̋̾̅̅̉͋͝ȏ̵̠̥͕̻̘̱̘̖͍͕̖̟̘͔́̄͒͛̈́͗̏͂̈́́͝͝͝͠u̴̡̜̳͎͎̟͂̔͋̂-̴̨̘̣̹͈͇̐̌̾-̶̪̭̜̪̥̍̏̀̔͌̍͐̂̀́͌͒͝?̵͖̮͓̾̔̃̔̐̿̀̔͠

Kon, already googling YouTube tutorials and dragging over the pathetic pile of sticks to himself with his TTK: do you want just sticks in it or can I use, like, cables and wires and stuff if I get them all from inside Gotham?

Tim, now kinda wanting to see how this plays out: . . . s̶̘̞̹̺̪̺̹̹̽̌ȕ̸̯̹̰̩̜͐͆̑̄̋͘͜͝͠͠͝ŗ̵̢̖̰͔̫̥̭͕͎̫̞͐̍̌̋̎͌̎̆͋͒̏̆̓͊̚͜p̷͙̫̼̮͔͓̬͕͛͌̍̈́͠ṟ̴̨̗͈̊̉͊́̒ḭ̶̯̦͔͉̜͉̣̥̊̽̀͒͌͆́̍̓̕͜͝ś̴͇̫̾̒̑̓̐́͑́̈́̃̽̿e̶̗͙̝͚̗̲͓͍̼̥̬̠̔̂̆͐̚͘̕ ̷̧͙̥̱̐̿͜m̵̨̫̫̣̣͓̘̻͓͍͇̎͜͠ͅę̶͇̪̰͊̋̆̒̾̀̓̕͘̕͝.̶̢̢̬̘̝͙͓͇̯͋͂̽̍̀̎̿͒̾̃̊͗͛̕

[suzukiblu]

Weird kryptonian bonding for WIP Wednesday please!

“Okay, just so we’re all clear, we’re now Pa and Dad and Uncle Jimmy and . . . what’s Superboy’s name, actually?” Jimmy asks. “Like, his actual one, I mean.” 

“Experiment Thirteen!” Superboy replies cheerfully. 

Clark and Lois both pause this time. 

“. . . guys,” Jimmy says, eyeing them both. 

“Yeah, we’ll get on that ASAP,” Clark says quickly. Absolutely they will.

[suzukiblu]

Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit please and thanks

"I just mean he's literally insane about you and I was always really confused as to why you guys hadn't jumped each other's bones yet," Bart clarifies. "But then I did some reading and learned about compulsory heterosexuality being a thing and that kinda helped explain it? But also I was still pretty confused because again, Tim is literally insane about you. Like, Cassie is kinda weird about you and I am kinda weird about you, but Tim is literally insane." 

"Tim doesn't know," Kon says, a little too bemused to process any of that. 

"About the baby?" Bart asks. 

"About me," Kon says tightly. "Or, well–okay, he probably knows about me, he's a Bat and all, but I never told him about me so we never . . . no bones have gotten jumped. Ever. I've never told anyone, I just . . . I just put on civvies and fucked some random fucking stranger in some random fucking club and I don't even know what stranger or which club or–or anything, I just–" 

"Wait," Bart says, staring at him. "You're not out to anyone at all? Not even like Superman or the Kents or . . . anyone?" 

"No," Kon mutters with a pained grimace that he really can't hold back. "Like–they knew at Cadmus, obviously. The people who worked on me and whatever, and people who were high-up enough to access my unredacted files. Them. And like, obviously the Agenda figured it out. But like . . . that's it. I've never actually . . . I've never told somebody before."

"Wow, this time period sucks," Bart says, a little more wide-eyed than usual and vibrating a bit at the edges. "So like, are you gonna have the baby or do you need a clinic buddy? Or are you not sure yet? I could also be a lamaze buddy, probably. I've read some books about that. I could read some more."

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for miri_tiazan; obligatory sugar baby Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

“You–are?” An odd expression flickers across Suzie's face, and he's not sure what it means, but then she smiles brightly. “Oh, um–congratulations! That's–great, yeah! Is she . . . nice?” 

“Not even slightly,” Tim says wryly. 

“. . . is she a supervillain?” Suzie asks, looking a little worried.

Tim doesn't even want to know where she got that idea. Maybe he's giving off the fifteen-year-plan vibes a little too early again, though. 

He's really gotta work on that. 

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “She's just a stubborn, arrogant brat with a bad temper and enough attitude to power half of Gotham. And kind of an attention whore, too.” 

“And you’re dating . . . someone who’s not nice?” Suzie says, frowning in confusion. Admittedly, Tim could’ve made that sound better. And Suzie’s still a little confused about . . . literally everything, sometimes, so it’s not like he can blame her for being confused about him kind of insulting someone he’s dating. He doesn’t mean any of it insultingly, just as statements of fact, but . . . well . . . 

“Yeah,” he says, pretending to check a few more connections. “She's really cool, actually. I mean–people are complicated, obviously. She's all that other stuff, but she's also brave and determined and she wants to help people. Like, you know–just with her life, I mean.” 

“Oh, like, um–us?” Suzie says, biting her lip again. “Is she a vigilante too?” 

“No,” Tim says, because technically a superhero is a different thing from a vigilante. Barely, but still. He’ll ride that technicality all the way to the bank, if he’s gotta. “I can’t really tell you anything specific about her, sorry, just–”

“Secret identity thing, yeah,” Suzie says, looking a little sad for a moment. Tim feels bad about it, a little. Suzie doesn’t even have an identity, secret or not. Like–“Suzie” isn’t really her name, it’s just a hand-me-down from Cissie, and she got it even more recently than Kon got “Kon”. Not much more recently–which, considering how long Kon’s been in the community and how long Suzie’s been in the community is a goddamn crime, in Tim’s opinion, especially since Kon’s been a public figure from day one and Suzie is literally a secret–but still more recently. 

“Yeah,” Tim says, and gives her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” Suzie says. “I understand. If, um, I had a family to protect, or anything like that . . .” 

She trails off, then looks embarrassed. Tim feels increasingly like an asshole. 

“Robin is my responsibility,” he says. “Not anyone else’s. It’s not fair to drag other people into my secrets.” 

His dad . . . he doesn’t even know how his dad would react to this, really. He’s Robin because it’s necessary, and one day he’ll be a supervillain because it’s necessary, but he doesn’t have any intention of ever actually telling his dad about either of those things, even once Bruce is dead. It just seems . . . unwise, maybe. 

Or really, really stupid, maybe. 

Also, really awkward as a conversation to start. “Hey, Dad, three guesses how bad you were at parental supervision when I was growing up, and the answers are definitely all illegal . . . ?” 

Definitely awkward, yeah.

[suzukiblu]

Mystery day is so fun and I’m obsessed with switch boys now??!???? Superboy is the rule follower and the Agenda’s clone is the rebel????? 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

. . . Superboy almost feels sorry for the Agenda, now. And also whatever idiot decided to leave the TV on around the custom-designed metaweapon, because there is no possible way they’re not getting murdered for this. 

Why was there even a TV? Cadmus didn’t have a TV in the lab while he was growing, for damn sure. He never actually saw one until he left the lab altogether.

[suzukiblu]

Can I double ask for insta-dad Clark/weird kryptonian bonding though because I am WEAK for that one

Superboy catches up to him–actually catches up to him!–about six blocks and a few thousand feet of altitude later and smashes into him full-speed with a triumphant crow. Clark takes the excuse to catch him around the waist and laughs, nuzzling his hair again and squeezing him tight.

“You're it!” Superboy declares gleefully, punching him in the chest before throwing his arms around his neck and hugging him again. Clark laughs again and Superboy bites him.

He's so cute.

“Lemme go!” Superboy protests laughingly, attempting to wriggle free. Clark hugs him harder and feels so warm and so full.

[suzukiblu]

Interdimensional whoring please and thanks!

“I hate you. Myself. Us," Tim's other self swears feelingly. Kon is just staring at both of them from the door, his eclipsed eyes still just a little bit wider than usual. Tim spares him a smile too. 

“You know how to get into our suits, don’t you?” he says. “Might as well come over here and put that knowledge to good use.” 

“I haven’t even kissed him and you’re telling him to go down on us?!” his other self hisses at him disbelievingly.

“Him coming over here could also fix that, you realize,” Tim points out wryly, and his other self flushes in embarrassment. 

“That’s not the–!” he starts to protest, and then Kon super-speed blurs across the room and pins him against the desk, and stares straight into his eyes for just a moment before giving him a short, chaste peck on the mouth; the kind of kiss even a middle-school dance chaperone couldn’t find an excuse to complain about. 

And then he hits his knees between the two of them, because of course he does: he’s Kon.

[suzukiblu]

I wanted to write something self-indulgent and decided to use that power to also make @miri-tiazan happy by adding to the wet nurse omegaverse. ❤️

"A wet nurse, Father, really?" Damian asks, looking unimpressed. The League of Assassins isn't much for hired wet nurses, Bruce knows–not even loyal servants, but especially not unknown outsiders. If a pup isn't getting nursed by a worthy packmate, then that pup isn't particularly valued or expected to grow up to be of much use to either Ra's or the League. Or grow up at all, in most cases.

And Damian has been dubious about Lor since the day he showed up, unsurprisingly, but also seems to have lumped him in under the same reaction he'd probably have had to Jon having gotten a new pet, so it could be worse, really. Damian typically likes pets, for one thing, so the idea of Lor being nursed by a servant has been less than ideal to him. Bruce will take that over Damian hating the pup any day.

"We did talk about it at breakfast," he reminds him. Damian looks no less unimpressed.

"Yes, and I assumed you would come to your senses and summon Todd back to the manor," he retorts disdainfully. "Not employ the first poorly-dressed stray you picked up off the street simply for lack of the last one you did."

"He's dressed fine, Damian," Tim says, scowling at him.

"Just don't diss the jacket, brat," Carl says with an easy shrug, otherwise ignoring Damian and just peering at Jon curiously. Bruce doesn't comment on the obvious transgression of an unrelated omega insulting one of his pups, given that said pup started it and also he doesn't expect Carl to have traditional pack manners at this point anyway. "Did you want some?"

"Huh?" Jon says, blinking at him.

"Like a snack or whatever," Carl clarifies, adjusting his grip on Lor. "Kiddo's drunk me pretty dry, but I think he's about done for now, so like, if you want any . . ."

Right, Bruce thinks, just barely raising an eyebrow as Travers looks speechlessly mortified. Well, further total lack of pack manners in Carl proven. He didn't even ask Clark before offering that.

"Oh," Jon says, looking a little flustered and not looking at Clark. "Um–but you're here for Chris."

"Yeah, so?" Carl says with a shrug. "I get milked up real quick, I'll have plenty more for him later. Not like I've got anyone else to feed right now anyway, they cleared my whole client list for this."

Bruce narrows his eyes. A client list? How much milk is Carl producing, to have a full list of clients? There's no way an omega his age who isn't on lactation stimulants should have enough milk for multiple clients.

Unless he very, very recently lost a full litter, anyway. That's the only reason Bruce can think of that he'd have that much milk.

Hell. And the agency just sent him out this soon?

Well, it would explain Carl claiming to be disinterested in pups and preferring to pump over doing direct nursing, but also explain the immediate triggering of a feral bond like that when actually directly faced with a distressed pup in need of something he had to offer. And Jon is Lor's brother now, so it's not a surprise that Carl would offer him his milk too. He's got to be sensing some of Lor's developing pack bonds, even a step removed from them; he's probably getting some attachment spillover.

Good sign for how Lor's new bonds are settling in, at least, Bruce supposes.

"Um . . ." Jon says, and keeps not looking at Clark. Bruce carefully doesn't think about exactly how long it's been since the kid had to go cold-turkey weaning on omega milk, mostly because of the circumstances around said weaning.

And Clark . . .

Clark's jaw tightens, just briefly, and then he smiles.

"It's alright if you'd like to, Jon," he says reassuringly, and Jon is a perceptive enough kid to look uncertain about the validity of that statement, but also clearly does want to at least try Carl's milk. Which, well, he did mention Carl smelling good to him. That's probably a good sign too, really, since Jon's got Kryptonian blood himself. Bodes well for Lor's tolerance for Carl's milk if the only other available Kryptonian pup likes the scent of it, hopefully.

But also, Bruce does know the last time Jon nursed it was from Clark, and it didn't end well.

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YJ packs up and gets pupped!

Because Kon needs infinity hugs and I kinda want someone to punch Superman’s oblivious face

He checks the kitchen for food, ‘cuz if he’s gonna rut he’s definitely gonna burn a lot of energy. He doesn’t have anybody to, like . . . get all that out with, one way or another, or even to just calm him down, so . . . yeah, he’s gonna burn a lot of energy. So he’s gonna need the food. Like–that’s how that works, he’s pretty sure.