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[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[Conner never thought he'd felt that nervousness that most kids get when entering a new school. He didn't feel it when he had to go to Ilupani, and he didn't feel it when he transferred to Smallville either. But the current situation he was in was slightly different. First off, he was in a world not his own. And there was the fact that he was stuck there with no knowledge of who anyone was. He was totally off his element.

He fiddles with his class list, looking them over. Conner had no idea what most of the compulsory classes were about, but there were other classes that seemed to be similar to the ones on Earth. Like chemistry. He was hoping to avoid that one, but no luck again.]

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[worthyheir]

[Though Damian has come across enough duplicates of himself and others to know better, he totally sees Kon and mistakes him for his roommate.] Are you still looking for a damn closet, Conner?

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[He was almost relieved to see Damian. Almost. He frowns anyways.] Is that supposed to be a gay joke, brat?

And really, of all the people I could meet in a different world, it had to be you. [Conner can only curse his luck at that point.]

[worthyheir]

[Wait, this behavior is nothing like his roommate's. This was more akin to what he'd seen in bat-computer files and videos of...] Kent? [Fantastic. Drake's alien has arrived.] Let me guess, you just got here.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Yea, Captain Obvious. Who else would it be?

[worthyheir]

Your doppelganger.

Are you ready for this? BECAUSE I AM :D

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[Tim was on his way to the computer lab, books and papers in his bag when he saw what looked to be Conner who was not!Kon standing in the hall. Always ready to help a friend (though not knowing why he would need any help right now), his walk became slower as he approached.]

Hey, Conner. Are you okay?

MY BODY IS READY

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Tim! [Conner turns so fast at the sound of that all too familiar voice.]

[He reaches for one of his arms, pulling him into a hug.] Oh man, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.

/SOB

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[He's pulled into a hug so fast that he doesn't have any time to react, standing straight. Conner was, last time he checked, not one to give hugs. Especially after Tim awkwardly hugged him.

So this... what was... oh my god.]

Kon? [His name comes out as a whisper as he looks up at him.]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Haha, yea! Who else would it be? [He let's go of the other, grinning widely.] Man, I thought I was alone here. How long have you been here?

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

[Bart is walking to his next class when he sees Conner, so he decides to say hi. He makes his way over to him, taking a quick peek at the paper in his hands before standing next to him.]

Hey, Conner! Didn't you already sign up for classes?

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Bart? Holy crap, Bart, you're here too! [Conner gives Bart a big hug when he notices something. He pulls away, scrutinizing the speedster.]

Hey man, did you get shorter?

[teenspeed.livejournal.com]

Uh...Are you okay? Why aren't you growling at me? Or at least frowning?

[WHAT IS THIS. This isn't the angry Superboy he annoys all the time!]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Why would I be growling at you, dude? I'm not Krypto. Besides, it's so great to see you. I thought I was alone in this place. [He gives Bart's shoulder a squeeze.]

Hey, if you're here does that mean some of the other Titans are here?

[crockshot]

Thought you were already in classes, Conner.

[Seems to be a popular subject, doesn't it. Either way Artemis is watching him curiously.]

If you weren't in classes when I asked you about them you should have just said so.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Uhh, hi? [He's looking at her with a puzzled expression. Conner was pretty sure he'd never met her before, but she seems to be familiar with him.] Uhm, do I know you?

[crockshot]

[That nets one confused look from Artemis. What's he talking about?]

I'd ask if you hit your head, but it's not like that'd do anything.

[Something is off here and she doesn't know what it is.]

Whatever joke you're playing, this isn't funny.

[Not to mention when had Conner ever had a sense of humor? He's the guy who watches No Signal like it's a tv show for crying out loud.]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[And she seems to know about Conner's invulnerability. He's not sure how whether to take that as a good sign, so he's cautious.]

I'm really sorry, miss, but I really don't know what you're talking about. [He gives the dumbfounded farm boy look he's seen Kal do millions of times for good measure.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[By now Conner's memorized the Garden layout and where everything is, the classrooms and the dorms, all of that. It's good knowledge to have stored away just in case anything in the future happens. He passes by the directory without glancing in the other dark-haired cadet's direction, his Garden jacket open and his S-shield shirt showing underneath.

Again, there's that odd sensation, the very same one he'd felt when bumping into Superman the other day. It makes him slow to a halt and stare at the ground, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. Does this mean he'll feel that weird feeling whenever he's in Superman's presence? Wait-- is he--

Conner's head snaps up and he looks first towards the elevator and then to the opposite side where the directory is, tensing. The heartbeat... the dark shade of his hair and the brightness of his eyes...

What in the world is going on here?

Turning to fully face him Conner slowly and cautiously walks forward, not taking his eyes off of the other cadet. This has to be the guy Impulse and Tim were talking about, this has to be--]

...Kon..?

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[Conner turns towards the voice, familiar, but indistinguishable. There he finds another youth who looks so very much like him. Right down to that shirt. He blinks startled.]

Uh, yea...that's me. A-Are you Kon, too? [Conner wasn't too sure how to react, other than the surprise and fascination. This was different from seeing Match, or even Superboy-Prime. A feeling inside him told him so.]

[genomorphed.livejournal.com]

[Conner comes around the directory and stares at Kon. He's not sure what to think other than how this guy looks almost exactly like him... almost... They have the same dark hair, the same bright blue eyes that are only known to a Kryptonian, the same height... and probably the same muscle mass...

This meant... they were both clones of Superman? If they were both Superboy then..]

No- I... no. I am Su-- [He has to stop falling back on the old habit of calling himself Superboy.] ...Conner.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Conner? As in Kent? [So the similarities between them went further than just physical. Conner wonders just how identical their lives were.]

So you're Conner Kent, but not Kon El? Uh, where do you live, exactly? In your world, I mean.

[notasidedick]

Oh? [He was just heading to his classroom, but he recognizes the other quite easily. It would be terrible if he didn't.]

Kon? [Lucky for you, Dick hadn't ran into Conner yet. So he knows it's you right off the bat.] You look really lost right about now.

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Dick? You're here too? [He's so relieved to see you, have a wide grin.]

And I kind of am a little bit lost? I've only been here a couple of days...and it's my first actual day of class. [Conner looks a little sheepish, but he's comfortable enough around Dick to not have a facade.]

[notasidedick]

I could say no, but that would just be a blatant and obvious lie.

I can help you get around if you need it. If you're looking for a class, you can tell me what it is and I'll lead you there. [Dick isn't doing anything at the moment apparently.]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

Are you going to hold my hand while I walk across the street, too? [Conner laughs.] I appreciate the help, man, really, but there's no need to lead me to class.

Just point me out in the direction of uh...ugh, Chemistry, and I'll be great.