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This is a comics fandom story, here mostly for completeness' sake.
Title: The Power of Charm
Rating: G
Summary: Kon and Bart need to get through a guarded door.
Spoilers: Teen Titans current run, #16, IIRC.
Disclaimer: These characters, their setting, and the works they appear in do not in any way belong to me.
It would have been much easier if Mrs. Drake were a supervillain, Kon thought. Then he could have punched her right between her suspicious eyes, instead of standing on her front step with Bart jittering behind him, trying to pretend they were two ordinary boys visiting her ordinary stepson, Tim Drake.
Who just happened to have been Robin, before he didn't show up one weekend.. And who'd sent them an email saying that if they could find him, without using their powers and/or attracting Batman's attention, he'd explain why he'd disappeared. And remembering all of this was not getting Kon and Bart past Mrs. Drake and into Tim's house; nor was wishing Cassie were here to do the talking.
So Kon smiled. That couldn't hurt, right? The sidewalk vibrated so hard Kon could feel it through his boots, and he fervently hoped Bart would stop before it began to crack and Mrs. Drake figured out what they were and slammed the door. "Is Tim home, Mrs. Drake?"
"Are you friends of his from school?" OK, answering a question with a question was not fair. Kon opened his mouth to say so, remembered in time not to, and blurted instead, "I'm from Smallville."
Bart stopped vibrating. Kon had one endless heartbeat to kick himself, before Mrs. Drake, well, smiled. "Oh, exchange students?"
"That's right!" Bart piped up. "City/Country Exchange. Tim's our, uh, mentor, and we had some questions about the, erm, subway, and---"
Bart's mouth shut, because Kon pushed it shut with his TK. If no one could see it it didn't count, right? A sharp little pain to his shoulder told him that Bart had used superspeed to retaliate, but Mrs. Drake was really smiling now, and Kon could let Bart land a blow once in awhile. "Well, why didn't you say so before?" she asked. "It's probably different where you're from, but in the city a person can't let just anyone into her home, though doubtless you'll learn that soon enough." She shook her head, looking a little sad, then opened the door wide with a big, bright, relieved smile, a "Tim actually knows other kids!" smile that made Kon feel worse even as he sighed with relief. He hoped his own plastered-on smile, and his own real relief, were all she could see as he stepped into the house.
prompts from the Crack Generators:
Kon-El (Conner Kent) / Dana Drake
Bart Allen (Kid Flash) / ...in a ficlet about parents and children
A former member of Young Justice / ...makes a brilliant mistake
Title: The Power of Charm
Rating: G
Summary: Kon and Bart need to get through a guarded door.
Spoilers: Teen Titans current run, #16, IIRC.
Disclaimer: These characters, their setting, and the works they appear in do not in any way belong to me.
It would have been much easier if Mrs. Drake were a supervillain, Kon thought. Then he could have punched her right between her suspicious eyes, instead of standing on her front step with Bart jittering behind him, trying to pretend they were two ordinary boys visiting her ordinary stepson, Tim Drake.
Who just happened to have been Robin, before he didn't show up one weekend.. And who'd sent them an email saying that if they could find him, without using their powers and/or attracting Batman's attention, he'd explain why he'd disappeared. And remembering all of this was not getting Kon and Bart past Mrs. Drake and into Tim's house; nor was wishing Cassie were here to do the talking.
So Kon smiled. That couldn't hurt, right? The sidewalk vibrated so hard Kon could feel it through his boots, and he fervently hoped Bart would stop before it began to crack and Mrs. Drake figured out what they were and slammed the door. "Is Tim home, Mrs. Drake?"
"Are you friends of his from school?" OK, answering a question with a question was not fair. Kon opened his mouth to say so, remembered in time not to, and blurted instead, "I'm from Smallville."
Bart stopped vibrating. Kon had one endless heartbeat to kick himself, before Mrs. Drake, well, smiled. "Oh, exchange students?"
"That's right!" Bart piped up. "City/Country Exchange. Tim's our, uh, mentor, and we had some questions about the, erm, subway, and---"
Bart's mouth shut, because Kon pushed it shut with his TK. If no one could see it it didn't count, right? A sharp little pain to his shoulder told him that Bart had used superspeed to retaliate, but Mrs. Drake was really smiling now, and Kon could let Bart land a blow once in awhile. "Well, why didn't you say so before?" she asked. "It's probably different where you're from, but in the city a person can't let just anyone into her home, though doubtless you'll learn that soon enough." She shook her head, looking a little sad, then opened the door wide with a big, bright, relieved smile, a "Tim actually knows other kids!" smile that made Kon feel worse even as he sighed with relief. He hoped his own plastered-on smile, and his own real relief, were all she could see as he stepped into the house.
prompts from the Crack Generators:
Kon-El (Conner Kent) / Dana Drake
Bart Allen (Kid Flash) / ...in a ficlet about parents and children
A former member of Young Justice / ...makes a brilliant mistake
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