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Then explain the all star reporter wife.

"Yep. You're wishing me luck, which -obviously- means you want me to succeed."

Clark's an alien. Who knew? Maybe on Krypton, they could have more than one life partner.

"Now do I? Maybe I should take that back, then," he mused, tapping a finger along his chin.

Poor, unsuspecting Lois.

"Nope. You can't. No take backs, I've already accepted the luck."

Or was she unsuspecting? Maybe she was doing some matchmaking herself.

"Kind of like a check, huh?" He said with a chuckle.

Total threesome, huh?

"Exactly like," Kon says, tapping his forehead. "The luck's all been deposited in the Bank of Kon, and it ain't coming out for nothing."

Tim was very carefully not going to think about that, thank you very much.

"Even if it was between using it on me or your Calculus test?" He teased.

But what if he got a wedding invitation?!

"Trig, now. And I'd use it on you." Kon pauses. "Don't need it, anyway. I've totally got trig whipped."

Tim would blissfully go into denial and hope when he wakes up, it will all be a dream.

"Between me and getting out of getting grounded, then?" He tried.

Nope. Not a dream. All reality! Blue and red spandex coloured reality!

Hey, maybe Bruce would even get a uniform change...

"...they won't ground me again." Kon doesn't like the thought of it happening again, though. "And even then, what's the worst they could do?"

Says he who has clearly forgotten what it was like last time.

Into what? All yellow? That would be the day.

Tim just Looked at Kon. Really.

He could get one like Wolverine had the one time!

Kon shifts a bit uncomfortably. "Well, still. A grounding is only temporary."

That would be a very scary thought.

"So you don't mind getting to see me for a week?" Tim said with a definite not-pout.

And then he could get nominated for 'most fashionable superhero'!

...ooh, Kon's totally lost the whole track of this conversation. Tim didn't play fair somewhere! "That would -suck-," He says. "I'm not gonna get grounded again."

Tim would have to go underground or something before he died of embrassment.

When did Tim play fair? Not that he would ever admit to that, of course. He was too crafty.

"Or so you say," he hummed.

Batman probably would first. He doesn't like that kind of limelight.

"Nuh-uh. I know it. I've been totally good."

Nope, not really. But if he'll marry Clark, who knew what he would do next?

"For now." There was a hint of teasing in his voice.

Dress up like a girl and do a pole dance?

"You doubt my innocent tendancies?" Kon pouts at him.

Tim would need to go shoot himself in the head after that.

"Innocent?" Tim couldn't help but snort at that one.

But what if it was all caused by a crack virus? And it started to spread? It could get him before he tried!

"I am. Completely and utterly innocent." Kon makes the best innocent face he can. Which isn't very innocent at all. Oops.

Tim would find someway to avoid it. Because really, that was a scary idea.

"Uh huh. Sure." Tim looked convinced. Really.

He could cure the rest of the world, being the one crackless boy.

"-Really-." Kon pauses, and raises an eyebrow. "I could prove it to you." How, though, he has no idea.

Yes, of course. His genuis will save them all!

"Go ahead, then," Tim challenged. This should be interesting.

Except for the one carrier that is always missed. That's how all horror movies end, after all.

"...what, now?" Kon frowns at that.

So their lives were cheesy horror movies now? Then again, they did have people coming back from the dead, so maybe it was appropriate.

"How should I know? You're the one who told me you were going to convince me that you're an innocent soul." Tim just shrugged. Be creative, Kon!

Would anything but a cheesy horror movie have Batman moonlight as a stripper?

"Ask me a question. Any question, that someone who's innocent wouldn't know the answer to."