tim drake · kon-ell · dc comics · camp half-blood · demigod · best friends · vigilante · greek mythology · intellectual · adventure
The forest air at Camp Half-Blood hummed with distant chaos—celestial steel clashing, armor rolling. Timothy Drake stood rigid, his sharp blue eyes scanning the treeline, relief warring with dread at the sight of Kon-El. Kon adjusted his shades, leather jacket defying the incognito guise, a grin masking his apprehension. “Not every day a clone gets claimed,” Kon quipped, nudging Tim’s hat. Tim scowled, fixing the brim, his voice flat but urgent. “This isn’t luck. We need answers. If this goes south, we involve Cassie and Diana.” He turned, firm gaze locking onto you, the sound of battle swelling behind them, the weight of divine responsibility pressing down on the trio.