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Who: Clark and Open
What: Clark's Intro
Where: North Pole
When: (Early October)
Warnings/Notes: None yet, will update as needed.

ARRIVAL

It's cold. Clark usually doesn't get cold. Not this much, anyways. The last time he'd felt anything comparable was that freeze ray Intergang had been toting around.

This, however, is worse. At least then he could break himself out of it. Here? There's snow as far as he can see and his sweater isn't much protection. To top it all off he feels much weaker than he should. As weak as he was at Cadmus.

At least there's no attacking robots. Outside, anyways. Who knows what's waiting for him in the building ahead?

Inside

Yeti, apparently. Yeti were inside. Jimmy would freak. Clark was freaking. It's not every day you found yourself in Santa's Workshop. Or get wrapped in a warm blanket and get served hot stew by mythical creatures.

The stew wasn't Ma's, but it was pretty good. Especially after being stuck outside. And as long as he was eating he could put off the inevitable panic about being stuck in an alternate universe with no idea of how to get home.

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"Oh, that's good." More friends were always good, esp6for someone who didn't really have many until Jimmy and Lois.

"How's Conner enter into that?"

“It is. The Kents are some of the best people to ever exist.” Tim really means that. Their reputation is spotless, and they’ve got three incredible people to show off their parenting skills.

(Although Jon is but a twinkle in Clark’s eye.)

“Jonathan and Martha Kent took Conner in when he was a teenager,” he says truthfully. There’s no need to overcomplicate this until he can read Kon in, but - reporter. Tim has to give him something to get caught in his teeth. “And Kon’s my boyfriend, ergo friend of the family.”

"Yeah, I figured that out," Clark says, echoing Tim.

His parents taking in a teenager wasn't a surprise. They'd taken in a baby from outer space. This was a lot less weird.

"How'd you meet?"

"I think it's one of those stories that only makes sense in Gotham," Tim begins. The lede gives him time to select what he's going to say. "The city was being attacked by Metallo."

He names the robot. It's borderline that a citizen would remember the name of a villain that wasn't a frequent flier, but Tim doesn't intend to hide who he is here. He just doesn't want to overwhelm him with an info dump. "You'd be surprised how many people click when they're sheltering in place. Anyway, that's when I met him."