"So, uh . . ." Kon says, skeptically eyeing the softly glowing rock in his hand. Metallo, like, threw it at his head. He has no idea why. "Is this supposed to do something or . . . ?" "It's pink," Kara says leerily, staying very firmly back.

“That one doesn’t have a home,” this time the doctor who had disconnected the alien’s IVs was the one who spoke. “From the pod she crash landed in, it looks like she came from a world on the verge of destruction.” The baby started crying again and both Tim and Kon shot a glare at him. Kon shushed the baby again, “It’s okay, you can stay with us until we find you a new home. I’m Kon, do you have a name?” Tim glared at him for exposing his name in front of Lexcorp employees, but Kon ignored him. The kid snuffled and nodded, “Adeen’a.” - OR the accidental baby acquisition fic literally no one asked for.

And, well. He gets impatient when he’s already in pain. He’s still got fifteen minutes until the meeting is set to begin, and the chances of him slapping Mr. Smith-Harguson so hard that the man’s toupee flies off are rising exponentially by the second. Yeah, that settles it. He needs an excuse to get out of here, and he needs it fast. - for the prompt 'jason todd, lover of fake kidnappings, meets tim drake, lover of chaos', but it... got out of hand. happy pride