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Kon is upset that Tim likes Jason. Clark is upset that Kon exists. Kon needs to punch someone. Clark wants to punch Kon.


Superboy-Prime (SBP): Kon's letter was crumpled in his hand. He wanted a fight? He got it. Clark was willing to try and avoid Kon and make a new life for himself here. Back when the first Crisis occurred, he played a pivotal role in saving the universe. If he had only known back then what he knew now, he would have tried to save another Earth. But there was no going back to the way things were. There was no washing the blood off of his hands. But he could be Superboy here and he could get rid of the impostor. A couple of steps were taken backwards and then he vaulted forward, literally flying through the window. To the normal eye he was nothing more than a blue streak. It took him 5-6 seconds to arrive at the quid ditch pitch. Slowly he descended from the sky and glanced around to see if Kon had arrived yet.

Kon: Kon on the other hand, really had no idea who this boy was, or why he was so adamant about being the only real Superboy. He just needed a distraction of the highest magnitude. Preferably with someone Ryuuji couldn't distract and shut down-- and who could punch back after taking one of Kon's blows. This guy was just a convenient, ready-made fight. Kon was being very careful not to refer to him as "Clark," even mentally. Kon knew Clark Kent, and Superman would have never acted this way, even in the throes of teenage angst.

He tossed the letter on his bed and jumped out the window, letting himself free fall for a moment before zooming towards the quidditch pitch and landing neatly beside the other Superboy. "Yo."

SBP: Yo? Clark scoffed and his face twisted into a sneer. Everything about this so called Superboy screamed immaturity, ignorance, and arrogance. Not that it mattered because in a few minutes there was only going to be one Superboy left. If all went according to plans, Kon wouldn't be playing hero for a very long time. "Ugh, lets get this over with. Seeing you in that costume makes me sick. Whoever wins this battle earns the right to be Superboy. Whoever loses can never claim to be Superboy or wear this mark again." As he spoke he touched the S symbol that was on his costume. "Deal?"

Kon: Kon crossed his arms over his chest, almost automatically defensive, but snorted. He was who is was-- it's not like some pompous, over-grown brat calling himself Clark could change what Kon was created for. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Boy of Steel. Let's get this over with in time for dinner," he snotted, hiding whatever nervousness the other boy might have inspired with his usual careless attitude.

SBP Clark was going to enjoy this, very, very much. Normally violence wasn't something he enjoyed, despite what others thought. When he killed a few of the Titans he felt like pieces of his soul had been torn away. And it was all this pathetic clone's fault. If he was stronger and worked harder, he wouldn't have had to call his friends to try and help. "I'm going to give you one free shot." Clark held up a finger in front of him and then he drew his arms to the side and stepped away from Kon. "I won't try and block it or move away from it. I want you to put your all into it, because afterwards, I'm going to attack and I'm not going to hold back." This Kon was younger and significantly weaker. To be fair he was going to give Kon the chance to injure him and even the odds a little. After that free punch though, he was going to make sure his fists and Kon's face became very intimate. "Go."

Kon: Kon paused, suspicious. The bad guys usually didn't give you a chance like that unless they completely expected to be getting up immediately afterwards to try and turn you into roadkill. Well, the key word there was "try", so Kon shrugged off his uncertainty, and cracked his knuckles. "Don't cry, Clark." The way he said 'Clark', it was almost an insult.

And Kon gathered up his strength, putting his tactile tk behind the punch too. It connected with Clark's jaw.

SBP When Kon's fist collided with Clark's jaw, his head snapped backwards and he was knocked off his feet and flew several feet up into the air. When he finally gained control of himself, blood was dripping down his lip and chin. A hand was brought up to his face and the blood was wiped away. "Heh, my turn" Blood was spat out to the side and his eyes widened. An arm was brought backwards and then he charged forward with immense speed and force. There was no holding back in the punch that was deliver. His arm shot forward and he dug it into Kon's stomach. But he wasn't going to let Kon get away so easily. His other fist was raised and slammed into the side of Kon's head.

Kon: Kon gasped, doubling over as the breath was driven out of him, hands coming up to grab at Clark's wrist. Unfortunately, he wasn't expecting the second punch-- it sent him tumbling across the field, and into the bleachers, leaving a Kon-sized impact crater before the clone could stop his flight. He stood back up, wiping away blood that was threatening to drip in his eyes, most of his arrogance replaced by determination. "You think that HURT?"

SBP "No..." It had been a very long time since Clark was able to fight and not hold back. Even when he was fighting the Titans he wasn't putting his all into it. A tenth of his strength was enough to knock someone's head clear off of their shoulders. The clone was built tougher than most people, which meant Clark didn't have to pull very many stops. This time when he charged at Kon he grabbed onto the back of his head and smirked at him. "But I imagine this will!" Quidditch pole? Meet Kon. Kon? Meet quidditch pole. Instead of tossing Kon through one of the hoops, he slammed his face into the quidditch hoop at top speeds.

Kon Someone was going to have to replace those hoops now. Because they buckled and folded around Kon, under the impact. He made low, angry sound and grabbed the pole, snapping it in half so he could swing it around at Clark. "You don't have to be so goddamn cheerful about it," Kon pointed out almost incredulously.

SBP Clark caught the quidditch pole when it was swung at him. Once this Battle was over with, he'd buff out the dent that Kon's face made in it and he'd use his heat ray vision to melt it back together. Such a strange, warped boy. He didn't want to cause any damage to the school but he wanted to rearrange Kon's face. Hrnn, speaking of heat rays, it was time to put those to good use. "And why shouldn't I be?! Justice is finally being delivered! You're finally getting what you deserve." Those bright blue eyes of his changed color and now they were a glowing, vibrant red color. Two similarly colored beams shot out from his eye and were directed at Kon. Clark wanted to see just how strong that telekinetic shield of his was.

Kon Kon had met a lot of weird ones in his time, but this version of Clark definitely had to take the cake. It was one thing to tell Kon he wasn't real Superboy-- as weird as that was, since HIS Clark hadn't wanted to be Superboy. "Justice? When the hell did I piss in your cheerios?" Kon was flying up, trying to get some height on the other boy, when he saw Clark's eyes go red. That was a really BAD sign-- Kon crossed his arms in front of his face, bracing himself for the impact of Clark's heat vision.

The force knocked him out of the sky; Kon went falling back, and hitting the ground so hard he kicked up a cloud of dust from the quidditch field.

SBP "I'll tell you when!" Okay, play time was over. Knocking Kon around had been fun but he wanted to end this. He wanted to shut that vulgar mouth up and let Kon know why he hated his guts so much. Kon wasn't given the chance to get up and recover from being slammed into the ground so hard. Clark was on top of him now and pounding his face with his fists over and over again. "My parents, my friends, my girlfriend, my entire world was erased from existence! Unlike you, I actually lived a life! My memories are not artificial! How long have you really lived huh?! A year?!" The punches were now coming faster and harder than before. "I gave it all up so that this world could stand a chance, I gave up my future! And then you get to become Superboy and you're arrogant and careless and a coward! You hurt your friends and abandoned the world when it needed Superboy to save it. I DIDN'T ABANDON THE WORLD WHEN IT NEEDED A HERO, I SAVED IT!" Those last feral words were accompanied by a blow that unleashed a massive amount of strength and power.

Kon Kon had only needed a moment to recover-- unfortunately, he didn't HAVE that moment, not with Clark's fists flying. Every blow sent another shock of sharp pain coursing through him, adding to the slowly growing haze of red and black floating around the edges of Kon's vision. Clark's final blows actually shattered something, Kon could feel it.

However, it also shattered some inner resistance Kon had towards REALLY fighting Clark, the man that's he'd wanted to BE for his entire life. "ENOUGH!" Kon actually managed to summon enough strength to knock Clark off him and pull himself to his feet, glaring underneath the bleeding gashes. One arm lay useless at his side, but he used the other to wipe away some of the blood from his face. "How many times do I have to tell I didn't do any of that!? I'm a hero. and if you were really Clark you'd realize that! I don't abandon my duties!" It didn't matter that his legs were threatened to collapse beneath him, because he took that as an opportunity to slam his hand on the ground, and send every scrap of his telekinesis at the full Kryptonian before launching himself, good fist flying, at Clark's face.

SBP Clark regained his balance but it didn't last very long. The telekinetic blast shoved him backwards and the punch sent him off of his feet. His body rolled across the ground and he didn't stop onto he dug his fingers into the ground and dug up dirt. Both of his fists were covered in blood at this point. Most of it was Kon's, but his knuckles were raw from hitting the other boy so hard. "HERO?! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE HERO! YOU ALMOST KILLED ALL OF Y OUR FRIENDS BECAUSE YOU'RE SO WEAK-WILLED!" Up, up, and away! Except instead of flying away, Clark was charging forward. He slammed his body against Kon's body, grabbed onto his neck before he could pull away and slammed him into the ground.

"THIS ENDS NOW." Every ounce of strength he had was released in his next punch. His fist crashed into Kon's chest and he heard several sickening cracks. The Super symbol on Kon's costume was ripped off and flung onto the ground. Both of his eyes looked like they were on fire and swirling red energy shot out from them. The burning rays carved a sign in Kon's skin, and when his eyes finally returned to normal, the Kryptonian symbol for fake was carved on Kon's chest. "Now no one will ever mistake you for being the real Superboy."

Kon Kon wasn't quite sure what Clark had done-- the pain was causing his vision to go black and white and red, and his eyes just weren't focusing right. His body wasn't obeying his commands; Kon had never thought being beat up could feel THIS bad... "Cl--" For some reason, through the pain, Kon almost thought he saw Clark, adult, and kind, smiling at him.

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It had started, for Tim, as a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. A sickening twist of uneasiness that hit him like a ton of bricks. He went looking for Kon, first. No luck in Kon's room, no luck asking anybody in Gryffindor, and... well. it didn't take Tim long to look outside.

His blood turned to ice in his veins when he saw how badly Kon was faring, and his first instinct was to bolt outside. "Oh, god. Oh fuck, oh god oh god," he was hissing under his breath, fumbling through is pockets until he found it. A heavy chunk of Kryptonite in one hand, Tim was racing out across the grass at top speed. "Don't touch him," he snarled, as he launched himself at Superboy Prime.

All he knew was that Kon was bleeding and hurt and barely-conscious, and to be honest, Tim had never been so terrified in his entire life. No, he wasn't entirely thinking about what would happen if his fist connected with Clark's head, he just knew that he was sending it there with all the speed and strength he could muster.

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Through the pounding of blood in his ears, Kon vaguely heard a familiar buzz-- no, not a buzz. A voice. "Tim?" The word was barely intelligible, blood bubbling out from between his lips along with the syllable. If he had known Tim was trying to hit Clark, he would have gotten up to protect his best friend, even if it killed him. As it was, Kon's eyes fluttered open and he tried to figure out what was going on through a filter of sheer agony.

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Why was it Kon always needed other people to fight his battles for him? Why did he allow them to get involved in his fights? In the end they always ended up getting hurt. Clark was about to explain to Tim that he had no intention of fighting him until a fist caught him in the face. Now normally Clark wouldn't have even felt that. But a fist full of Kryptonite? Yeah, that hurt. Not as much as it normally could have since that Kryptonite was from another dimension but it still hurt. A lot.

A growl of pain escaped him and he grabbed onto his face which now had a nasty bruise from where the kryptonite had hit him.

"I told you to stay out of my way!" If Clark wanted to, he could have grabbed Robin's head and crushed it in his hand without even trying but he didn't want to hurt Tim. Not right now anyways, if Tim kept on hitting him with kryptonite that would change. Of course if the kryptonite wasn't around that wouldn't be a problem. Clark's hand latched onto the kryptonite that Tim was holding and he squeezed the kryptonite. Touching the kryptonite was painful, it equivilent to wrapping his fingers around scalding hot coal. But it was bare able, if this was Earth Prime Kryptonite it would be another story. Shame that the tip of his fingers were touching Tim's hand as he was crushing the kryptonite.

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Tim cried out. Even though it was just Clark's fingertips, he was trying to crush an irradiated chunk of meteor, that just so happened to be in Tim's hand. What Clark managed to do was splinter the bones underneath his fingertips, crushing not only the meteor but Tim's right hand. His face flushed and his eyes wet from the sudden, sharp pain, Tim blurted out, "I won't let you hurt him!"

It was somewhere between a snarl and a sob, but even the pain of having his hand crushed and his palm sliced through with shards of kryptonite, Tim didn't give up. He knew that without the green stuff, he couldn't really hurt Clark, but it wasn't so much about hurting Clark as it was about protecting Conner. He swung a hard, fast, angry kick at the back of Clark's knee.

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When Tim cried out in pain, Clark instantly released his grip on the kryptonite and Tim's hand. Shards of Kryptonite that were no bigger than grains of sand fell to the ground. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!" From the horrified expression on his face and the tremble in his voice, it sounded like he was genuine in his regret.

The kick to the back of his knee didn't do much, maybe tickle. If he had his armor on Tim probably would have broke his foot.Fighting Tim would not be fair and it was dangerous.If he hit Tim with even the smallest amount of extra force, he could shatter his entire body. Unlike the Superman they all knew, this kryptonian didn't have years of training to learn how to control his powers.

"I'm not going to hurt him anymore. I've proven my point, I won the battle. Now he knows who the real superboy is and we won't have to fight any more. And I don't want to fight you."

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"Superboy is Conner Kent, and Conner Kent is my best friend, and I'll be fuck-damned if you think you can just walk away," Tim snarled, breath ragged as he stumbled, standing firm between Clark and Kon. "I swear, if you harm another hair on his head, I'll rip out your windpipe. I'll find some way, don't doubt it for a second."

Tim's eyes were wild, ice-cold blue and unafraid as they held Clark's gaze. Tim, under any other circumstances, would have been logical. He would have realized that, well, no, he probably couldn't rip out Clark's anything. And that, well, no, he probably couldn't do a shred of good standing in between them.

"If you didn't want to fight me," Tim said sharply, "you shouldn't have hurt my best friend."

Logic, normally such a good friend of Tim's, was not helping him out right this minute. The fact that his whole arm felt like it was on fire didn't help.

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"I already told you, I'm done fighting with him. And I'm the only superboy now. We both agreed that the winner of this fight would be the one worthy of the title"

A hand reached up to his face which still hurt. The bruise from the kryptonite was a dark mixture of purple, blue, and black and there was still a little blood trickling down his lip. Compared to Kon and Tim's hand, his wounds were pretty light. In an hour it would look like he never got in a fight.

Clark was done here. He had made his point and won the battle. "If you really care about your friend, then you'll stop trying to pick a fight with me and get him some medical attention" Because Kon was going to need it. Clark flew over to the goal post that had been knocked down and he lifted it off of the ground. Carefully he put the two pieces of the post together and used his heat ray to start to meld it together.

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"Don't you dare turn your back on me, you coward!" Tim positively howled with rage, hurrying after Clark and trying to grab him the most effective way he knew how, with his left hand. That is, Tim tried to grab Clark by the hair, and he tried to pull.

He was angry, and terrified for his best friend's safety, and yes he should have tried to get Kon (and himself) medical attention, but it was this asshole's fault that Kon was hurt in the first place! Tim was not going to let him just walk away.

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..Was Tim really trying to pull his hair? Clark's head jerked backwards when Tim started pulling on it and it was a good thing he was done using his heat vision or he probably would have burnt part of the stadium and the post in half.

"Didn't you hear me?! I don't want to fight you!"
Tim had successfully ticked Clark off. Not that it took that much effort when he was worked up. One hand reached behind him and he swatted at Tim, trying to knock him away.

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Tim lost his grip and a moment later there was a big hand connecting with his shoulder. Clark must have been more than just ticked. The impact was hard and sharp and enough to send Tim flying.

The swat itself would have just left a bruise, if it hadn't been for the fact that Tim flew right into a goal-post on the pitch, feeling at least one rib crunch from the impact, and he dropped like a rock to the ground.

Landing knocked the wind out of him, and before he could even finish his 'oof', Tim blacked out.

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If there was one thing guaranteed to knock Kon out of the soundest sleep or from the deepest depths of uncosciousness, it was Tim being hurt. It didn't matter that he could barely see straight, barely stand up straight, let alone fly or actually hurt a flea in his state. Kon's eyes flew open and he all but dragged himself out of the pit Clark had pummeled him into. "You... Stay away from Tim," he ground out, spitting out blood from his mouth.

If Kon had heat rays, Clark probably would have been a crispy critter from the way Kon was glaring. He managed to plant himself directly between Clark and Tim.

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Were they deaf or just plain stupid? He had told them to leave him alone, that he was done fighting with them. But nope, Tim had to attack him and now Kon was trying for round two. At this point he could probably knock Kon out by breathing on him.

"I will stay away from him and you, as long as you admit that I am not the real Superboy and that you're not"

Clark was trying to hide his emotions and not seem visibly shaken by the fact that he had just sent Tim flying across the field and could have broken him in half. Instead he folded his arms across his chest and had a stern look on his face.

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Kon was definately trying to ignore the pain threatening to eat him whole thing and just glared back at the other boy. He's been called stupid before, but muscleheaded stubbornness described it much better. He took a step towards Clark, footsteps surprisingly firm for someone probably about to fall over. "Do you DESERVE to wear the S-Shield?" he snarled, taking another step. "Do you even know what it MEANS to wear the S-Shield?"

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"You agreed that whoever won is the only one who can wear the shield and I know a whole lot more about wearing it than you do!"

Man, this kid had temper issues. Blame it on being stuck in a very small room after seeing your entire universe being destroyed and having to see two really old people get it on all the time. That would traumatize anyone.

It was time to end this before it continued to drag on and on. Clark took a deep breath and then he exhaled deeply and when he did a spray of ice came out of his mouth as he used his artic breath to try and freeze Kon in place and knock him out.

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"No real Superman would have hurt Tim like that!" Kon barely managed to get those words out before Clark's freeze breath hit, making him stumble back and down to one knee, bringing a hand up to protect his face. "The Clark I know would slap you for thinking you were fit to wear the S." His voice was low, furious, as he stared at Clark, accusingly. Kon knew Clark would hear what he had to say, no matter how quiet he got.

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"I've met your Superman before and he was the one who told me I was Superboy. And my Superman is proud of me as well!!"

On of the perks of superhearing was picking up on low voices like that. Clark would slap him!? Kon really had a death wish. Both of his fingers were clutched into tightballs and his eyes started to darken but strangely no beams were coming out from them.

Superboy could barely move, he was easy pickings. In a way he was pretty much defenseless and normally Clark would never hit a defenseless person but in his mind Kon was asking for it. One of his fists got would up and with lighting fast speed he shot his arm forward with enough force that if Kon wasn't part kryptonian his head would probably be knocked clean off of his shoulders, if it landed.

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And it landed, alright, Kon could hardly summon up his usual speed in this circumstance, so he took the blow right to the jaw-- Clark could probably feel the bone snap beneath his fist. It sent him soaring back to impact against the bleachers, and tumble like a ragdoll into the dirt nearby Tim. He tried to pull himself up again, but this time his limbs refused to hold him up, and Conner crumpled, only managing one more of those unrepentent looks before succumbing to oblivion again.

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Clark flew over to Kon and landed beside him. Using one hand he lifted his crumpled body up from the ground and contemplated killing him once and for all. But there was a no kill rule here and he had already proven his point. There was no need to continue to beat on Kon, especially when he had no chance of defending himself.

A glance was split between Tim and Kon. Leaving them behind to bleed to death on the quidditch pitch wouldn't be very superboy like of him. Tim was lifted up with his free hand and SBP launched himself into the air, but he didn't fly at superspeeds. The two were too fragile for that. When he arrived back at the school he dropped the two of them off at the infirmary and walked to Hufflepuff.

This would be a test to see if Kon had any redeeming qualities to him. If he didn't wear the S symbol then that meant he at least had some honor to him and could keep his word. If he did wear it again, then that made it even more obvious that Kon was undeserving of the Superboy title.

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The buzz was getting louder. More insistant, and Kon was fairly sure it meant he should get up. The only problem was that every time he hit the edge of consciousness again the pain came crashing down and knocking him right back down into the darkness. He made a rough sound, coughing up blood, and just that slight movement sent him into a burning world of pain.