[action] Around the garden and checking everything out...

[theshortestbird]

[He'd only been here for about a day and a half. Talking to the head instructor, dealing with filling out a class schedule, which meant he had to figure out what half of these classes even meant, and Tim was now ready to go out and explore

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oh here we go...

[genomorphed]

[Conner was just leaving his INT 101 class, the door sliding open, when he stops short at seeing Tim-- or rather almost bumping into him.]

--hey- watch it.

[Really, doesn't ANYONE in this place watch where they're walking?]

[genomorphed]

It was... a first for me.

[Really, not even M'gann's launched herself at him like that before.]

The dead are better left dead. It's better that way.

[theshortestbird]

I'm really sorry. [He cannot be more sorry, anymore apologetic then he is right now.][He grimaces inwardly. He knows it's true, but still.] Someone told me that as well. I'm still learning that.

[genomorphed]

...Sorry. [And that's really all he can offer. He doesn't know this Kon guy and from the sounds of it, he and this guy were close. If this guy was throwing himself at Conner? Yeah, they must have been tight bros.]

Ah-- who are you? You know my name... but I don't know you.

[theshortestbird]

[Oh, whoops. Embarrassing as well. Tim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.]

My name's Tim. Tim Drake. Back home I went under the alias of Robin.

[genomorphed]

Robin?

[Conner stares down at him curiously while he's rubbing the back of his neck. Tilts his head after a moment.]

But you're not my Robin... Right?

[theshortestbird]

If you're not really my Superboy, then I don't think I'm your Robin. Yours is probably another version of me, I'll have to guess.

[Very weird. This is one timeline thing he doesn't like at all.]

[genomorphed]

And I am another version of your Superboy.

[Yeah. Conner doesn't like this either by the tone of his voice.]

Which means if there are more than one of you already here, there can be more of me. A clone of the Superman.

[This can't be good. He's never dealt with other clones before!]

[theshortestbird]

[He just nods at that. He doesn't like the idea of clones out there of him.]

That's right. There could be multiple clones out there.

[He's not going to mention his own attempts at cloning Superboy to bring him back to life.]

[genomorphed]

Great... [he growls under his breath, his mood darkening. This is actually pretty displeasing to hear!]

The G-gnomes were busy then.

[He's under the impression that all Superman clones are made through Cadmus and the G-gnomes. Derp.]

[theshortestbird]

[He arches a brow at that. He may not know everything about his best friend (no, who is he kidding, he does know everything) but this was a different Superboy.]

I don't think it works that way. For back home for me, anyway.

[genomorphed]

Then how does it work?

[theshortestbird]

Superboy was created by Project Cadmus, that's true, but mine was created with fifty percent Superman DNA, and fifty percent of a human DNA.

[genomorphed]

[Okay. So that has Conner pausing. And staring at the other male. Fifty by fifty?]

...What does that mean for... me?

[He has no idea what he's made up of only that he was created by Cadmus and made to either help or destroy the Superman. He doesn't even have a clue on what the G-gnomes put inside his head, something he's actually afraid to find out...]

[theshortestbird]

...I don't know. It could be completely different, or it could be the same. If anything, the best way would be to take a swab and check your DNA, but I don't have a database here to compare it to.

[genomorphed]

[He dislikes the thought of doing any testing; bad enough that he was grown in a containment pod... Conner does not want to go back to that whole scene again.]

...No more experiments.