<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772</id><updated>2011-11-23T23:53:28.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Family blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2158031317628568020</id><published>2010-04-22T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:29:44.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOT!</title><content type='html'>Yeah this is Sweet, Superman has had like umpteen million cartoons. Supergirl has either guest starred or been a member of the JLA on a cartoon even freaking Krypto has has his own animated series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about me Kon-El? Well I pretty much thought the closest I'd ever get is that Superman X guy from the Legion cartoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AUtFTH4wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oSs3_iTGaeY/s1600/supermanx03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AUtFTH4wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oSs3_iTGaeY/s320/supermanx03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462889112749466370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is he also supposed to be a clone of Superman like yours truly, but that's a total rip on one of my costumes. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AVmtLCJLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IEt78kq2DFY/s1600/YJ+Comic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AVmtLCJLI/AAAAAAAAAl4/IEt78kq2DFY/s320/YJ+Comic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462890102705497266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It looks like not only me, but several of buddies are getting a cartoon soon enough behold!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AWBx1jRQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MkYlSvg-ebk/s1600/young+Justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AWBx1jRQI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MkYlSvg-ebk/s320/young+Justice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462890567814038786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right me, Kid Flash, Robin, , Miss Martian,Arrowette in some Green Arrow outfit, and ... Well I have no idea who that guy up front is, but still I'm gonna be animated! First coming back from the dead , and now this good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2158031317628568020?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2158031317628568020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2158031317628568020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2158031317628568020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2158031317628568020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2010/04/wooot.html' title='WOOOT!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S9AUtFTH4wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oSs3_iTGaeY/s72-c/supermanx03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2033278147953175292</id><published>2010-04-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:29:46.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a toy?</title><content type='html'>I've said before that I usually don't mind the toys made in my image so much. Except the really odd or disturbing ones. I just came back from a mission in space with the JLA. I return to the Fortress, because well Lois' parents are over this week I'll do pretty much anything to avoid them. Especially her father Sam "All Kryptonians are evil" Lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter the Fortress, I hear Superboy, and Supergirl giggling at something. Always wanting to see something funny I go to where hear the laughter, and find they're on the Internet looking at this.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S7qzg1kla1I/AAAAAAAAARY/0wDY9uaO5M0/s1600/supermantoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S7qzg1kla1I/AAAAAAAAARY/0wDY9uaO5M0/s400/supermantoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456871275230489426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be as bad if it was a plushie, but the fat that urggh... it's not so much the kid hugging me without legs although that is a bit disturbing. What really puts that over the top from strange to creepy is... look at that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looks like Green Arrow's new " Friend" now that Black Canary has kicked him out of the house. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S7q1oQ1HLMI/AAAAAAAAARg/2H9GphM4Czo/s1600/blow-up-doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S7q1oQ1HLMI/AAAAAAAAARg/2H9GphM4Czo/s400/blow-up-doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873601829907650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes makes you wonder what what toy companies are smoking, Don't sigh don't know how I'm living this down, then again Batman will probably do something like this again , and people will forget the creepy toy. &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSmrm4k7J6Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSmrm4k7J6Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce : You should know it never ends well with the White Queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2033278147953175292?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2033278147953175292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2033278147953175292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2033278147953175292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2033278147953175292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-toy.html' title='This is a toy?'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S7qzg1kla1I/AAAAAAAAARY/0wDY9uaO5M0/s72-c/supermantoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-251043052161551996</id><published>2010-03-05T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:35:41.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superboy:temptation</title><content type='html'>I was attacked the other day All I remember was bein' thrashed with a Kryptonite crowbar by some dude with red hair who said somethin' about staying away from his princess, he also wore a goofy ass costume. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4yZ4NjDnlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/llGHLdHYexY/s1600-h/Jason+red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4yZ4NjDnlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/llGHLdHYexY/s320/Jason+red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443895240572509778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Titans found me battered, and beaten, All I could tell them Was I was taken iut by some guy that dresses funny, and has red hair. So Kid Flash pretty much put those clues together, and came up with Ronald McDonald, and now he's going to annoy that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have said it was that creepy Burger King that weirdo deserves a day of hyperactive speedster annoying after he jumped out of the closest wielding a whopper when it was mine, and Cassie's alone time.oh , and another fun thing I have to deal with Back in the Blackest Night a Black ring possessed me, and made me say this. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4zSsWEwdtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZXp6napFeYw/s1600-h/Kon+redneck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4zSsWEwdtI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZXp6napFeYw/s320/Kon+redneck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443957708865697490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for that you lyin' black ring. Now every time Kara sees me this happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4zWyPbeVzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gAdZCTXSl54/s1600-h/14317_400x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4zWyPbeVzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/gAdZCTXSl54/s320/14317_400x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443962208207656754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have a quick healing ability or I'd have been seriously damaged long ago by all the beatings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm actually trying to be good, and keep my hormones in check, and just stay with Wondergirl, and no more cheating. Because Well I'm sick of hurting her, and I ain't a unable to control myself but there , are just some chicks that want to torture me it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Powerpuff Girls thay aren't little kids anymore they grew.... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5IBhUvEibI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fpiaPVd8AFs/s1600-h/Powerpuff+girls+grown+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5IBhUvEibI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fpiaPVd8AFs/s320/Powerpuff+girls+grown+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445416571457800626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they kept tryin' to get me into a four way after a team up so, I fly over to Wayne Manor to Hang out with Tim Because only thing there is either Batman who'll yell at me Or Tim who will either hang or be Emo either way I can't be tempted right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong I'm greeted by this walking into the manor &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5Ia_gD3taI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xMKc9DghfFw/s1600-h/Cass+Juice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5Ia_gD3taI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xMKc9DghfFw/s320/Cass+Juice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445444577684600226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasted Cassandra Cain, and her nudity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think hey Maybe I'll hide in Titans Tower I may not be on the team right now But They'd have no problem with me hanging around... I see this right at the door. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5IcMee55-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qLVmSGmJhdM/s1600-h/315534%2520-%2520DC%2520Miss_Martian%2520teen_titans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5IcMee55-I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qLVmSGmJhdM/s320/315534%2520-%2520DC%2520Miss_Martian%2520teen_titans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445445900111046626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is she meant the cookies, but still not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I start flying around rescuing people That doesn't work out well...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5Igd2qZSzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mt6tPEK1v0E/s1600-h/Kon+kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S5Igd2qZSzI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mt6tPEK1v0E/s320/Kon+kiss.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445450596705979186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because the girls I rescue keep making out with me. Man I give up I'm Going to hide on Kent Farm until the next Crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-251043052161551996?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/251043052161551996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=251043052161551996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/251043052161551996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/251043052161551996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2010/03/superboytemptation.html' title='Superboy:temptation'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/S4yZ4NjDnlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/llGHLdHYexY/s72-c/Jason+red.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4237974436059529961</id><published>2010-01-04T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:17:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's disaster</title><content type='html'>Christmas went by without much fuss,  I did fight a group of robot Santas, created by the Prankster... I swear does that man have nothing better to do? Any way I did make the Superhero New Year's party.  But I was taking no chances, with Conner this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last Christmas, at &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/"&gt; Captain Picard's party&lt;/a&gt; Conner decided he didn't want to wear clothes. At The New Year's party was determined not to let this happen. So I locked him up in this. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S0LVnx8YGoI/AAAAAAAAARI/aM5vqqyRkas/s1600-h/Superman+armor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S0LVnx8YGoI/AAAAAAAAARI/aM5vqqyRkas/s400/Superman+armor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423131780705688194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's made of Inertron so his Tactile TK is not getting him out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems this also made Wonder Girl happy, since there is no way any girl his age is going near him in that.. Perhaps that should be Superboy's new costume? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kara was a lot better this year. without any violent outbursts. This year that honor went to Wonder girl when she dunked some kid's head in the punch for saying something about the Teen Titans always dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But someone did embarrass me, me well me from Earth 22.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S0LaQBbSmlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ms3YrOjmGBA/s1600-h/Kal-L_(Earth-2)_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S0LaQBbSmlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ms3YrOjmGBA/s400/Kal-L_(Earth-2)_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423136870103161426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually all he does is call me soft, and bore me with World War two stories...Ones that happened to a whole other Superman.  Then he'll say I've got it so easy being able to fly since I was a kid. “I had to leap 500 miles in the snow to stop Lex Luthor!" He stammers “You just fly there in a second  Bah! Whipper snapper!"   Huh I thought you had to be evil to say "Bah" or Vegeta. After this outburst he usually watches Matlock for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way at the party he told a story about giving Hitler a wedgie.( Which once again this Superman was not in WW2.) And then he started yelling at Batgirl for no reason about how her costume isn't bright enough, and she's not showing her "pretty face." He then tried to make out with Starfire which got him a kick to his nether regions, and a kick out of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I last saw him yelling at a snowman to “Get off his lawn!" Looks like I need to send him back to Earth 22. After he's done with the snowman. I hope I’m not like that at his age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4237974436059529961?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4237974436059529961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4237974436059529961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4237974436059529961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4237974436059529961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-disaster.html' title='New Year&apos;s disaster'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/S0LVnx8YGoI/AAAAAAAAARI/aM5vqqyRkas/s72-c/Superman+armor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2215506119899366828</id><published>2009-12-06T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:54:23.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl: What in Rao's name.</title><content type='html'>Joining Team Legacy has been well exhausting. I'm constantly breaking up fights between my teammates.  Does Kal have this problem with the JLA?  But Legacy is still better than that off shoot of the Justice League I was on for a while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They kept yelling for "Justice!" constantly it was irritating. Legacy still more fun even with the bickering and brooding bat on the team. Actually I'm kind of used to that from hanging around her "Dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way every once in a while it's nice to get away , and let my frazzled nerves have a rest which I can't do on New Krypton with my mom hovering around.  So I've been hiding in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have quite a few on Earth. So okay I was like watching this weird show where I saw Kal doing this. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Sxx4a6PW3CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-XRfaBCOHOM/s1600-h/Krypton+crawl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Sxx4a6PW3CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-XRfaBCOHOM/s320/Krypton+crawl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412333255898094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What on Argo is he doing? Please tell me Some Red Kryptonite is making him do that! I really hope that isn't some weird Earth ritual I... I don't wanna do the Krypton Crawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is a message to my other cousin the one who came out of a test tube.  That's right Kon-El.   I've been busy lately, but don't think I've forgotten about this.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Sxx6AEB8KEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AhNgKXRceKw/s1600-h/caught.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Sxx6AEB8KEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AhNgKXRceKw/s320/caught.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412334993692960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It may not be today, or tomorrow but know this when you least it expect it "Superboy" I will hurt you.  So watch your back, clone.  Okay everyone I gotta go back to saving kids from trees , and cats from weird guys in vans, wait that doesn't sound right... oh well later all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2215506119899366828?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2215506119899366828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2215506119899366828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2215506119899366828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2215506119899366828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/12/supergirl-what-in-raos-name.html' title='Supergirl: What in Rao&apos;s name.'/><author><name>supergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431402687171891012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/3770/1600/Supergirl_V_08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Sxx4a6PW3CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-XRfaBCOHOM/s72-c/Krypton+crawl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1491072081591101489</id><published>2009-11-15T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:42:56.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super bored</title><content type='html'>You may think the lives of superheroes are constant drama, and action. In that you'd be wrong. Some times there are no villains to foil or cosmic menaces attacking for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's the lull the JLA are in now. It wasn't so bad for me at first because the computer program  of my father in the Fortress of Solitude had a glitch or a virus or something  Although Lois says it was a mid- life crisis I'm not sure artificial intelligences can have those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; first he started talking in what he thought was teen lingo saying things  like "crunk"  and "funky fresh",  then he started dating a much younger AI.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDFyzsoA0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7CHC2g4324c/s1600/indigo_dc-comics_pictureboxart_160w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDFyzsoA0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7CHC2g4324c/s400/indigo_dc-comics_pictureboxart_160w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537029506106178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That ended when he found out she was really Brainiac “trying to find himself." I really don't want to know.  But that snapped the Jor-El out program out of that weirdness.  I can finally access the internet without hearing teen lingo from the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But after that little disaster, nothing much has happened for days I sat around with the JLA watching Aquaman argue with the fish in our aquarium.  I'm not entirely sure but I think the fish won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's gotten so bad that we're just letting our sidekicks fight, and not breaking it up. Although to tell the truth Conner has had this coming from Wonder Girl for a long time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDaQhE0DnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZJ7SokmwN6Y/s1600/Cassie+punches+Kon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDaQhE0DnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZJ7SokmwN6Y/s400/Cassie+punches+Kon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404559530135916146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes when Diana gloats. “Cassandra is still stronger that Conner even with his enhanced powers.  First off who cares? Second Conner wasn't letting her win. He feels guilty for chasing anything with a skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I'll hope he feels guilty enough to actually stop the behavior without backsliding this time around.   Odd thing was this was them a couple of hours later. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDdlDaWJCI/AAAAAAAAARA/poLWVXIsj74/s1600/.CASSie+Conner+moonlight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDdlDaWJCI/AAAAAAAAARA/poLWVXIsj74/s400/.CASSie+Conner+moonlight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404563181485302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; The lull ended for me finally when Hercules, started tearing up downtown Metropolis after hearing Conner had cheated on his little sister with an alien princess.   Doesn't seem he knows which one since all he drunkenly raved. I didn’t tell him either last thing that anyone needs is a drunken Demigod stirring up the saiyan hornet's nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hercules was going to tear up the main street until Conner faced him, since he’s given me trouble in the past, I decided to fight him.  The battle raged... until Herc saw a strip dancer club with a special on beer, and chicken wings. I haven't heard a peep from him in hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Looks like its back to watching Aquaman argue with fish. Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1491072081591101489?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1491072081591101489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1491072081591101489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1491072081591101489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1491072081591101489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-bordem.html' title='Super bored'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SwDFyzsoA0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7CHC2g4324c/s72-c/indigo_dc-comics_pictureboxart_160w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6001089862199042724</id><published>2009-10-08T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:34:12.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superboy: On my own.</title><content type='html'>Well I've been out of the Titans for a while. And well since Cassie thought I was  “abandoning " her. So Yeah I guess we're broke up for like the 4 thousandth time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well I've spending my time actually taking down super villains instead of sitting around Titan's Tower waiting for them to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I beat my old buddy the Scavenger&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Ss7tHWmjuWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6cHVBKo4FWI/s1600-h/Scavenger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Ss7tHWmjuWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6cHVBKo4FWI/s320/Scavenger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390506514591234402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to pick up  Black  Rings left over from all the zombie junk, he escaped babbling about how " The Universe has changed, and it's your master's fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'll never get his weird rambling. Also I fought, and defeated The reason why Batman carries around Shark repellant: King shark! Yes a shark with legs. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Ss7wgpLizaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BCqSVE8raIM/s1600-h/King_Shark_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Ss7wgpLizaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BCqSVE8raIM/s320/King_Shark_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390510247609814434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well that, and I fought zombies during the Blackest Night, Zombie psycho Pirate was not cool. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKSyhx-E6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/bSTD8B0ZCEA/s1600-h/Bn+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKSyhx-E6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/bSTD8B0ZCEA/s320/Bn+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391533100674978722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh and the weirdest part was fightin' a dead clone of myself. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKWPLzTcOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/l7NIk0msoQo/s1600-h/Black+Lantern+Van-El.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKWPLzTcOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/l7NIk0msoQo/s320/Black+Lantern+Van-El.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536891526082786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oddest thing was after tearing him apart with my TTK I ended d up dating Van's Ex for a weekend.  Ya a see Cass Cain called me and said something to the effect of " Stay away from Vella she&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKdt4yeBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3y7557PjvFU/s1600-h/Vella++again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKdt4yeBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3y7557PjvFU/s320/Vella++again.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391545115579647442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .... should be with my brother." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she hangs up. I'm guessing the "brother” she’s talking aboout is Jason Todd. Because Dick Grayson would be wrong well maybe not a in a few weeks but right now...yeah, and I've always suspected that Tim Drake is asexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naw I'm just bustin' his chops for constantly making me train when I was on the Titans... or am I?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah well anyways you tell me to stay away from a girl I us you'll get why I gave that usally runt towards.. The dates were fun... and well when we finally get  to fun time..  it was a good thing I took her to my old place in Hawaii because it seems when Saiyans , and Krpytonians get together( okay we're both half human too but whatever)  well look at my place in Hawaii... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKf0dIFLfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/LlycCSnMKe4/s1600-h/Hambantota-destroyed_House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKf0dIFLfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/LlycCSnMKe4/s320/Hambantota-destroyed_House.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547427436441074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird when the girl is stronger than me too. Not used to that. Well not sure it's gonna work out though because well Vella saw this little advert By the Red Hood, and there's some ugly chick  wearing diapers rubbing herself on Jason. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKnfshtNeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/7RznnmjATnA/s1600-h/Red+hood%27s+sidekick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKnfshtNeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/7RznnmjATnA/s320/Red+hood%27s+sidekick.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391555866886223330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vella's reaction...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKqU_PAP8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1Z9mbbs2ejI/s1600-h/Vel+mad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKqU_PAP8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1Z9mbbs2ejI/s320/Vel+mad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558981464375234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me it ain't gonna work out  between me, and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well later on patrol as I was tryin' not think about that disaster I heard a giggle that  was way too familiar  what was it doing in Metropolis?  I searched around with my X-ray vision until I found it's source than I face palmed.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKtNKVAEOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iF6TjoErTq8/s1600-h/Pole_Martian_by_weremole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StKtNKVAEOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/iF6TjoErTq8/s320/Pole_Martian_by_weremole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391562145538248930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had to get Meg outta there, and explain that she shouldn't be in a strip club. I flew her back to San Francisco.  “ How is off with 'em?" different from you looking up my skirt Conner?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sigh.  " Meg you should just do what everyone else does when I do that , and slap me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " But  you're my friend I don't want to hurt you!"  She smiles.  “Why don't you come back to the Titans? Everyone is so angsty. We can play pranks on them! Oh, and Beast Boy is leading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beast Boy is the Teen Titan's leader? Yeah that makes me want to come back.  " Maybe Bart can come back too! Did you see him lately?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Um I haven't talked to Bart since the um incident..." I grunt, as I have a flashback. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK2d3LVFKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/K9rBSIBcBew/s1600-h/YJ+Comic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK2d3LVFKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/K9rBSIBcBew/s320/YJ+Comic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391572328059835554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What? Mr. Puppet had to die so that the world may live. “Meg I don't think there's anything here for me, at Titan's Tower." Then Wonder Girl comes out and gives me this look. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK8YR98-EI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Cj0nXKcVPqI/s1600-h/Cass+Kon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK8YR98-EI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Cj0nXKcVPqI/s320/Cass+Kon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391578829242038338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know I've never noticed this before but I think I see  the problem with Titan's tower's security, and why super villains, and  kid eating monster dogs keep getting in, the entrance is a screen door! Who the designed that, and what the heck were they on?   Any way with that look Cassie gave me it seems that yes there is something... or should I say someone at Titan's Tower for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although she kind of ruined the moment when she turned a little crazy.  " No one is ever goiing to take you away from me Conner!"  her expression changed.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK9ssXwV1I/AAAAAAAAAko/H_l5NjsTClA/s1600-h/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/StK9ssXwV1I/AAAAAAAAAko/H_l5NjsTClA/s320/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391580279438595922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She also got mustard in her hair it looks like, anyway I've seen that look before, and it usually means someone is going to get hurt probably me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6001089862199042724?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6001089862199042724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6001089862199042724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6001089862199042724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6001089862199042724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/10/superboy-on-my-own.html' title='Superboy: On my own.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Ss7tHWmjuWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6cHVBKo4FWI/s72-c/Scavenger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5427355067043899012</id><published>2009-07-13T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:46:00.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I just have one candy bar in peace?</title><content type='html'>I save the world maybe five times a month, plus the occasional annoyances from the Prankster, and Toyman, also thwarting what ever scheme Lex has cooked up this week. Then I have to spend at least a little time as Clark Kent, and spend some of that with Lois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is that I get a little time to eat a candy bar once a week, but that seems to be impossible. Rather it's Wonder Woman finding me to complain about something Conner's done this week, or Batman wanting to be all grim dark and scowl at me, and complain about well anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Slwi4qv2MWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vpeZvRW1uXo/s1600-h/Batman+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Slwi4qv2MWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vpeZvRW1uXo/s400/Batman+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358196013607039330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his happy face... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I stopped eating my candy at the JLA Satellite. I tried the desert, , and well you have got to be kidding me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Slwjj895rQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zOwYEXgoSjs/s1600-h/Supes+candy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Slwjj895rQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zOwYEXgoSjs/s400/Supes+candy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358196757232200962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm laughing there, but this is why, every time I start to eat, or drink something, either as Superman or as Clark those two show up. “Superman You must give me, and Aquaman some fries or we'll die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clark! You must give us a slice of that pizza or we'll die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman you must give us a sip of that coke or we'll die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was laughing out of disbelief that they'd follow me out to the desert to get my candy bar ,the melodramatic mooches. Sad thing is I know Jimmy can afford to at least buy himself a candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Aquaman I've been to the bottom of the ocean there's gold everywhere I've claimed some every once in a while... Hm come to think of it I may have gotten too much, and put Arthur in the poor house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he does have the JLA salary, I think I can't remember if he's on the team now or not, he's barley noticeable when he's there.  um anyway...I flew away from those mooches, and decided to try eating my candy bar on Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my first bite when I hear “Superman! I can't believe you've found me here! well you won't stop my plans this time!" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SlwmyfJmQQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/i1rBvCtyjVs/s1600-h/Mongul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SlwmyfJmQQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/i1rBvCtyjVs/s400/Mongul.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358200305461117186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mongul is on Pluto oh of course, and he has an evil plan as well, why not? At this rate I'll never eat my candy bar, might as well stop Mongul’s evil plan whatever that is. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5427355067043899012?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5427355067043899012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5427355067043899012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5427355067043899012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5427355067043899012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-cant-i-just-have-one-candy-bar-in.html' title='Why can&apos;t I just have one candy bar in peace?'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Slwi4qv2MWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vpeZvRW1uXo/s72-c/Batman+Superman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8944643652606238270</id><published>2009-06-09T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:17:10.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superboy:  um no</title><content type='html'>"Ya know I'm thinkn' of takin' a vacation from the Titans." I say taking bite of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella  who for some reason wants to hang out with me giggles&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si8_PetYU_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/49lD93IMDTw/s1600-h/Vella+headshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si8_PetYU_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/49lD93IMDTw/s320/Vella+headshot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345560817886057458&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, " maybe you can join Legacy we' be glad to work with you  &lt;em&gt; closely.&lt;/em&gt; She  blushed for a second weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No I think maybe I should go back to being solo for a while. I mean all we ever seem to do now is sit in our tower, and wait to get attacked." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “Legacy just did that with Heroslayer's goon squad." Vel shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah but it's all not you do." I roll my eyes. “Another thing my clone Match was in that gang I shoulda put that dork in jail a long time ago! Ugh I should just take a vacation too take down my rouge's gallery, I said Robin certainly does it enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella grins “I don't think have the mental breakdowns he does." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Two words why he does have them, Bat. Man."  She laughs, and I continue, “I’m pretty much done teaching Chris how to use the TTK he's developed and these Titans... I don't know half of 'em Bombshell, and Aquagirl were titans when i was dead, and Static I had a team up with him once back in my fade haircut and leather jacket days but we ain't buds. Miss Martian, And Blue beetle are cool but.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But what?" She asks grabbing a bread stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They ain't Bart, Tim, Arrowette, and Secret. Cassie is the only one left from the old group, and  well sshe didn't take me dyin' very well,  or me being back, maybe we need space for her sanity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You can join..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No Vel, I'm a Titan," I interrupt. “Just need a little time to clear my head, and I think. Besides Legacy is Kara's thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Kon I  need to ask you something. Um You know Me, and Jason broke up a little while back right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah? And? What did that punk do somethin' to ya? Want me to kick his ass?"  I get ready to fight hey beating up  Red Hood is fun everyone should do it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " No.. I was going to ask” But a loud "Ahem!"  Stops her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hey Cassandra!"  Vella waves to Wonder girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She glares &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9jG2GMLEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mFw1QJjjjyA/s1600-h/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9jG2GMLEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mFw1QJjjjyA/s320/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345600251963911234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Am I getting in the middle of something here?" She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t be silly babe" I grin “What’s up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Big fire in Coast City, and Green Lantern is off in space or with some floozy either way he's not there. the Titans have been asked to help with the rescues." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave while Cass gives a stink eye to Vella who just smiles. &lt;br /&gt; I go ahead , and fly myself to  Coast City.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9t1ON9IHI/AAAAAAAAAig/19wj9lvNwuc/s1600-h/control+the+dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9t1ON9IHI/AAAAAAAAAig/19wj9lvNwuc/s320/control+the+dead.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345612043829190770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't like the T- jet, and I'm faster than it with my upgraded powers, that I'm finally starting to get the hang of, how did dad um I mean Superman do this being suddenly better at something all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Any way I start with the freezing the burning buildings with my breathe, and the other Titans finally help man that jet is slow, when I hear  " HeyhowcanIhelp?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I turn "What the? Bart?  You really are alive!" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9yR3Xf5oI/AAAAAAAAAio/7jZBi-waciQ/s1600-h/Kid+Flash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9yR3Xf5oI/AAAAAAAAAio/7jZBi-waciQ/s320/Kid+Flash.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616933957920386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Conner you're really obvious!" he shouts. “You were there when I was brought back by the Legion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All of the sudden this image flashes in my head.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9zLbnC3UI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aP4_dX0YBXg/s1600-h/Superboy+returns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si9zLbnC3UI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aP4_dX0YBXg/s320/Superboy+returns.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345617922939346242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Heh punching Prime is always cool. The Legion that explains why I didn't remember it Saturn Girl must have messed with my head before coming back from the future. I wonder which Legion it was this time? The one Superman was in as a boy or the one I was in? Ah the memories why is it I don't tell the titans about the my time with the Legion again?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si91U37DNBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kAQActBCyxI/s1600-h/Kon+Triad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si91U37DNBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kAQActBCyxI/s320/Kon+Triad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345620284181525522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah Triad... best superpower ever! Um yeah the rescues, Bart pipes up " i bet I can save more people than you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No way You little speed freak!" I grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Superboy! Kid Flash! This is not a competition!"  Wonder girl Goes into command mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ready Set go!" Bart gleefully hollers before vanishing in a red and gold blur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You ain't beatin' me!" I announce before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassie grumbles “Why can I never get them to listen to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bart raced up with several people or should I say he made several trips, problem I can do the same thing... me I picked up a group of people and carried them all out at once. Turns out, I and Bart save the same amount of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We both heard a scream from the top floor.    "HA! I'm faster than you I'm gonna win!" Bart laughs.  Right before running into a bunch ho flames.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " You may be faster, old buddy but I'm impervious to fire."  I grin before flying through the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I get to the top floor Bart got there a couple of seconds behind.  The one screaming had a hot body but when she turned around.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SjHzjsKqMqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PdFaeW6I-Zs/s1600-h/furry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SjHzjsKqMqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PdFaeW6I-Zs/s320/furry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346322027142328994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Dogface big head girl! “Bart you can save this one and' win the contest!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yay! Wait do dogs count?"  He asks puzzled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not a dog!" She growls just like a dog  “Besides I want the hunky Kryptonian to save me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ugh, some days it's not worth getting up in the morning. So I flew her out with her clucthing way to close. Bart asks something that I know for sure he didn't know had a dirty meaning.  “Are you gonna give her a bone?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I slap my forehead as she says “Sure hope so!"  Groan. How do I get outta this without hurting her feelings?  I mean I don't date chicks that remind me of Krypto. " yesah i'm kind of involved with.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Pssh!  We all know you cheat on Wondergirl! “Dog face says. " Wait is it because of my face I saw you hit on a girl with a tail in the last LGS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “At least she had a human face!" I let slip out. So Of course on the news later that night was the nice little story  so there was a nice where Wonder girl yelled at dogface, and  the reporters recorded it all. “Does Superboy hate furries?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh.  Maybe embarrassing things like this won't happen on my hiatus from the Titans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8944643652606238270?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8944643652606238270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8944643652606238270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8944643652606238270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8944643652606238270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/06/superboy-um-no.html' title='Superboy:  um no'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Si8_PetYU_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/49lD93IMDTw/s72-c/Vella+headshot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3028891989974981284</id><published>2009-04-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:02:08.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand Conner</title><content type='html'>Kon has been slacking in his duties as a superhero ... well pretty much since he came back from the dead.  Robin has complained to me about it, Wonder Woman has done the same, I thought that after awhile  he would get back to his more heroic nature  like when he  lived in Hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay maybe not like that he kept destroying city blocks when he lived there. But he spends most of his time worrying about his relationships, or just vanishing. Don't get me started on the wrestling obsession he's picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I let it go until he embarrassed me at Barry Allen's return from the dead party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh man! It's a disaster!” he shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What is it Conner?" I respond, ready for action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That creepy Face guy stole my porn!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFDKAILN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nzmcID_7c2U/s1600-h/Aquaguirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFDKAILN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nzmcID_7c2U/s400/Aquaguirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328113673268049746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A few days later I was actually proud to hear that Conner fought off an invasion from an alternate universe  while I was writing an expose on Intergang,  then capturing them three seconds afterwards. That was until I saw what the invaders looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFEj3kQYFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_ix3tsDg4Rs/s1600-h/Kon+Vs+Krusty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFEj3kQYFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_ix3tsDg4Rs/s400/Kon+Vs+Krusty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328115217158135890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I pondered on the question of where he vanished to at times.  If he's dressed as the new Nightwing, and defeating Phantom Zone criminals I could overlook the rest of his slacking, but if he's leaving the Teen Titans without his powers just for some good time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't think of that anymore for the next few days because I had to save a planet's population who's sun was about to go supernova.   Of course as I was doing this Batman was annoying me on the JLA communicator complaining about his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nightwing’s’ whiny... Blah blah blah so's Robin... blah Blah blah Batgirl defiled by half saiyan... blah blah... I ignored most of it. Yes Bruce I ignore you! Your not the most important person in everyone’s life other people have problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way when I returned to Earth I found Match,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFQKiZvwkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jtaZWDPQ7Wc/s1600-h/Match+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFQKiZvwkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jtaZWDPQ7Wc/s400/Match+smile.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328127976119714370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Fury &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFQcQxcTxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gbYlEJHDcnw/s1600-h/Fury+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFQcQxcTxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gbYlEJHDcnw/s400/Fury+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328128280624910098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in Metroplis abusing some minor league superhero.  Blast it! Conner and Wonder Girl should have caught those two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tell the two clones to stop and Match sneers. “Go away Big Blue Cheese if you know what's good for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where do these people come up with those asinine nick names for me?  Before I have a chance to respond the two psychos leap after both of them punching   knocking me back  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury laughs.  “You won't hit me Boy Scout!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I roll my eyes.  “If you mean because you're a girl well I make exceptions for sociopaths." I catch her fist before it hits my face  Use my supervision to make sue no one's  going to get hit by what I do next  then  pick her up by the arm and  smash  Mach with her  sending him flying into an abandoned slum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury was stunned but I knew it take more to put down Match.  He crashes through the rubble for a minute he fights unfocused giving me the advantage until he uses his TK to somehow bend the light around him making him invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I remember how you couldn't find me when I did this before "pops” this time you will die for hurting Fury." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The last time I was Electric Superman,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFhqVxu_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/N5-cCt7LmEo/s1600-h/blue+supes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFhqVxu_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/N5-cCt7LmEo/s400/blue+supes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328147214184152690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know I'd rather forget about that as well ,any way I didn't have my super hearing back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I couldn't hear his heartbeat like I can this time I surprised him with a punch to the jaw, and another one to knock him into the street. “You’re stronger than Conner but me."  I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the next second Fury gets her lasso around me.  Blast! I underestimated her. She starts explaining  about how her  lasso disintegrates what it touches,  I can feel it start to happen   I hate magic I also notice  she's using both hands to hold it I blast at her with my Heat vision  she blocks the blast with her bracelets releasing the lasso , and  just like Diana's  when no one is commanding  the lasso  it has no effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh crap!"  Fury yells before I fly around her so fast I suck all of the oxygen out of her lungs. Forcing her to pass out. Match charges me screaming, and not thinking again this time he charges straight into a hard right cross that puts out his lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Special Crimes Unit, pick up the two villains after the fight is over and the other superhero seems angry I had helped him, better angry than dead. As I'm about to return to the Daily Planet Wonder Woman calls me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wonder Girl just told me Conner is missing again, and the titans are about to go on a mission..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll find him. Superman out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I listen for his loud voice, and find it outside of my Fortress.  When I fly to the scene I find Nightwing (not Richard Grayson) and Flamebird&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFr0VpA0iI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Qz1w7bB4fwU/s1600-h/Nightwing,+and+flamebird..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFr0VpA0iI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Qz1w7bB4fwU/s400/Nightwing,+and+flamebird..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328158381062541858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think to myself “Ah Conner is the new Nightwing."  I choose to think he took the name out of respect for &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFsmMP-PuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MCgj5dKJlgk/s1600-h/Kon+El.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFsmMP-PuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MCgj5dKJlgk/s400/Kon+El.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328159237535055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, and not to annoy Richard. I think this until Conner comes out of the next room.   "Okay Chris I'll start teaching you some tricks I learned in Hypertime that you can do with the TTK. Then afterwards I'll show you some of the fightin’ stuff Robin taught me, heck I'll even show ya a little wrestlin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Conner? Training someone?  The mind boggles.  Wait Chris? It couldn't be he's too old. But a scan with Microscopic vision proves that "Nightwing" is Chris Kent. And Conner is actually getting along with him, not only that but he's helping him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chris is out of the Phantom Zone... he maybe older; I think I now know How Vegeta feels with two kids grown up at an accelerated rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The best part was when Kon said. “Hey the Kent Brothers have to stick together."  Looks like my Father's day Present has come early this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFxUj7K0LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WaIdEd_Ultw/s1600-h/Superman+smile..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFxUj7K0LI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WaIdEd_Ultw/s400/Superman+smile..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328164432210743474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3028891989974981284?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3028891989974981284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3028891989974981284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3028891989974981284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3028891989974981284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-i-have-to-motivate-conner.html' title='I don&apos;t understand Conner'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SfFDKAILN1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nzmcID_7c2U/s72-c/Aquaguirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5595540612844236465</id><published>2009-04-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:17:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle royal baby!</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm gonna have a chance to go for the tournament title against Vegeta.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why in Rao's name am I fighting for this? My old man can barely beat the guy. And Kara gave me a swirlie last week.  And the angry super midget already thinks I'm after his daughters.  Although Blue haired women are pretty hot... I mean young ones not the old ladies who dye it blue... Oh what was I doing?  Oh yeah about to fight in the Boda whazzie never mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wait for the others to come into the ring.  I see Cass Cain arguing with some dude. “That’s the only reason you got this far into this tournament is because you're sleeping with that alien." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re jealous..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No kidding those damned aliens keeps me about of the Boudakai every year, and now my girlfriend is dating one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cass huffs. “Boyfriend? We went ... for coffee... once Sal... not boyfriend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her actual boyfriend shows up.  The Sal calls him every name in the book then punches Vince's face. He almost breaks his hand on the half saiyan's face. Vince let it go at that I would a punched him to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince is more mature than me now I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway everyone else comes into the ring. I decide to take out Batgirl first because she punched me in the crotch with metal gloves last year, and I ain't lettin' her pull that on me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly at her at super speed grab her up by the arm, and drop her safely outta the ring. “First elimination! Cassandra Cain! We're how she's out of the ring but she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My next target is Mirai Trunks I know he'll probably beat my ass but I want to at least deck that jerk for how he was treating HS, Justice, and Vampirella.  Before I land a punch though some one else blindsides me.   Damn it its Vincent. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sd79Uo1O7tI/AAAAAAAAAhg/86Ao-zIDZFk/s1600-h/Vince+Briefs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sd79Uo1O7tI/AAAAAAAAAhg/86Ao-zIDZFk/s320/Vince+Briefs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322970340598410962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well Clone time we end or battles here in at the Boudakai I will beat you without any tricks no Kryptonite no magic rings just my power, and skills. Finally we will finish it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ya know Vince I was never too sure why we started fighting in the first place..." I start before I dodge another shot at my jaw. Then I counter with good old heat vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alien monkey human hybrid things hair really stinks when burned. He freaks out, and turns all hairy , and weird looking &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeK5J7K_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/kua1EcIy8D8/s1600-h/SS4+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeK5J7K_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAho/kua1EcIy8D8/s320/SS4+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324021289659134354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While he was grunting, and yelling with the whole transformation thing I DDT’d into the ring.   His head smashed into the stone, and he looked like an ostrich in the sand I laughed, and got blasted by another saiyan damned I forgot there’s a whole bunch of others in this match.   He recovers, and I take a kick into the bread basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He follows it up with a whole bunch of punches and kicks at super speed. Then something weird happened those power surges returned I blasted Vince with a shot of TK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean real not have to touch it TK. I grin and after he gets up out of the rubble that was the ring. I slam into him making a sonic boom.  When he tries to get up   A few haymakers knock him back down then I unleash Arctic breathe more powerful; than I've ever used it before  encasing the half saiyan in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grin “touch down!" Wait that's evil future me's catch phrase.  No I won’t become him, Tim ain't gonna be gun toting Batman  I think Jason's got that role now anyway,  Cassie Sandsmark ain't gonna dress like Wonder slut... well there  was some good things about the that future... anyway...I'm not becoming that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course while I'm being emo a light shines from the ice and Vince breaks out from it looking like this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeLmZfcXtQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YiwHsTEOqQg/s1600-h/ss5+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeLmZfcXtQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YiwHsTEOqQg/s320/ss5+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324071035116958978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I start laughing "dude ya know like that you look exactly like Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apparently that was the wrong thing to say as I was I caught a hard uppercut on the chin.  When I came too the ref said " 10! Superboy has been eliminated!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A second or two later Vince lost his blueness and turned to normal he was acting like he was all tired and Knocked out of the ring by his older sister Bra. "(Now her I'd like to wrestle some time) nudge nudge wink wink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ha! You used up all your power on Supes Junior little brother you should have know someone else would have took you down. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well we're both out of the tournament. Vince yelled “finally I beat Superboy without tricks or Help! Woo Hoo!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah yeah rub in why don't cha?" I groan. If only I could access this extra power when I wanted too I'd have smashed his face to putty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this moment Vincent does something weird ...  he puts out his hand “Put 'er there pal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Eh? What?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You put up a good fight   there's no shame but since I finally beat you we can be friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I shake his hand not sure what the hell just happened but if is keeps him from wanting to fight me every few seconds then it's all good. Then Miss Martian Grabs Vella “yeah our teams can stop being meant to each other." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “We were mean to each other?" Vel Asks. “I thought that was just Vince, and Conner, and Spoiler, and Robin have hot and cold running angry at each other but and Inertia was a jerk to everyone...  But the rest of us were nice to the Titans Oh well HUGS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grin yes hug each other it's natural..." I smirk. “Now smell each other's hair...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wonder Girl elbows me in the ribs. “We are so weaning you off porn Conner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was hungry and looked for a food and well. What is wrong with this place...?&lt;br /&gt; They only have cucumber soda to drink... and fried octopus to eat.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt; Vella blasts the octopi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And I start looking to a Mickey D’s with My Telescopic Vision “HEY CONNER CONNER CONNNER why’d she blast the octopuses? Huh? Huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Um because things with tentacles are the natural enemy of blue haired girls that are teenagers." pink, and green ones too.   I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why?” the insistent Voice asks. Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Look Bart I can't tell you things Tim already warned me... Wait Bart?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look over and sure enough...  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeLxGghi4MI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j6CGO0os1RA/s1600-h/Kid+Flash+returns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SeLxGghi4MI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j6CGO0os1RA/s320/Kid+Flash+returns.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324082803617489090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Hey Conner good to see you didn't get hit in the bad place this year no one wants to win like that.. Oh Man I'm not eating here this place is gross I’m going to Keystone later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did Vincent hit me on the head too hard?   Or did I just see Bart?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5595540612844236465?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5595540612844236465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5595540612844236465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5595540612844236465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5595540612844236465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/04/battle-royal-baby.html' title='Battle royal baby!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sd79Uo1O7tI/AAAAAAAAAhg/86Ao-zIDZFk/s72-c/Vince+Briefs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3594546652692209049</id><published>2009-03-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:16:27.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: The Boudakai round 1</title><content type='html'>I have no freakin' idea why I got into this tournament again. Not like I have much of a chance when some of the guys here are as strong as Superman. Probably because Vincent was callin' me a wienie since I said I didn't want to be in it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see who's my first opponent, I can't read the name by mine since it's in Japanese. Wish I could learn languages super fast.. like Kara, and Clark. Maybe that power will kick in later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way this bellowing idiot comes up to ring. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4ZU3ykhHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5omqdNAezeQ/s1600-h/Hercule.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4ZU3ykhHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5omqdNAezeQ/s320/Hercule.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208857080530034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh yeah Superman Jr! I'm gonna crush you! All I need is my Pinkie Finger! I'm the strongest on the planet!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if he meant by smell then yeah this weird haired loser is the strongest on the planet. This brings up an interesting quandary. He says he's pretty strong , and I shouldn't hold back. Superman says I should always hold back unless I'm sure someone won't get their head knocked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah you little panty waist! You're afraid of Mister Satan aren't you? Why don't go, and hide behind Superman's cape and cry!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that is it!" I growl throwing about a half strength punch. That turned out to be too much as he flew out of the ring caused a trench in the ground, and laid there like this for like half an hour.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4sTFV4j_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r2fUHscTjQ0/s1600-h/Hercule+punched..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4sTFV4j_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r2fUHscTjQ0/s320/Hercule+punched..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309229717079494642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Out of the Ring! Winner Superboy!" The ref yells. That was well the easiest fight I've had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Satan runs around making excuses. " I tripped, and fell when you have as much power as I have One trip, can look devastating. That twerp doesn't have all that much power!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes and leave the ring for the next fighters to to get ready. Hmm I wonder if they have Soder Cola here? After finding a concession stand i find instead of Soder, they have this.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4xfZ_unjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qjkAicxlsQI/s1600-h/eew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4xfZ_unjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/qjkAicxlsQI/s320/eew.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235426340281906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber flavored soda? Think I'll pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3594546652692209049?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3594546652692209049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3594546652692209049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3594546652692209049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3594546652692209049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/03/kon-boudakai-round-1.html' title='Kon: The Boudakai round 1'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Sa4ZU3ykhHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/5omqdNAezeQ/s72-c/Hercule.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1121382157019195001</id><published>2009-02-11T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:43:57.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl: And you think your mom's bad?</title><content type='html'>Hey this whole Legacy thing is pretty cool . I wanted to hang out with people my own without Kon having a little hissy fit about how the Titans are " his thing". OIt was kind of fun to tall to Vella, and Spoiler as we were rescuing this bunch of people being attacked by some kind of alien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh come on Nightwing's the hottest bat guy!" I Snort Heat visioning the monster below us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He's too skinny Vells laughs. " I like them with muscle like my Red Hood." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler Laughs " And that's all he has is muscle, and rocks in his head. At least Tim has some brains." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironlad gripes to the alien. " you can kill me if it means I don't have to listen to this anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah like the guys don't talk about our bodies or whatever. Well any way we defeated the giant alien and sent it back to it's own planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to base Vella asked me " are you going to participate in the Boudakai?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bodee what? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The fighting tournament that we're all going into !" She chirps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head " That's more of a saiyan thing. I mean I fight bad guys all the time why'd I want to fight on my time off?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugs. " Conner's in it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kon's a show off Vel."I sneer right before my mom shows up.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/SZPUxC1y8yI/AAAAAAAAADU/OfNJZjcdgwY/s1600-h/Alura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/SZPUxC1y8yI/AAAAAAAAADU/OfNJZjcdgwY/s320/Alura.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301815125386392354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kara Zor-El What are you doing here on Earth?" She then starts making demands. Ever She's been like this ever since my dad was killed by Reactron. So what If i wanted to leave New Krypton for a while and talk to someone that wasn't her or that weirdo general Zod? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What if I like protecting people? I'm truthfully getting sick of her attitude I'm not her freaking property!" Look Mother back off!" I growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My daughter is associating with a beast, and I should just back off?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! I'm right here!" Vella shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I know you little misbegotten monstrosity I see you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mom maybe you shouldn't worry who my friends are! Maybe you should worry that you exiled what was left of the Kryptonian race to a frozen wasteland of planet while palling around with General Zod!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glares " Keep talking to me in this manner. And I will disown you!" This is the second time she's pulled that card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight tears back as I say. " Whatever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that but I go back to New Krypton well until I can sneak out again As I did A few Days later when Kon was going to be in this bo do whatzit.And I saw a couple ore of my buddies there Cassie Cain, and Vella was fighting in a Tag team something or other while Iron Lad, Slobo, Stephanie Brown and a few others were just watching the fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise I found Kal dressed as Clark Kent. " Good to see you here Kara." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see some thing's up with him. And before I ask he sighs. " Last year Conner had this whole wrestling entrance with music and everything I'm hoping this year he'll tone it down" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pat him on the shoulder " have you just met Kon-El?" Of course him , and Wonder Girl both came out to something like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAvqNSjPBi8&amp;feature=channel_page"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;. Don't know how he convinced Cassie to come out to that. , and after the big entrance they were beaten by the Thing and a guy that looked like the Hulk but was in a suit , and tie this whole thing is not looking well for Kon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll d better in the solo thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1121382157019195001?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1121382157019195001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1121382157019195001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1121382157019195001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1121382157019195001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/02/supergirl-and-you-think-your-moms-bad.html' title='Supergirl: And you think your mom&apos;s bad?'/><author><name>supergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431402687171891012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/3770/1600/Supergirl_V_08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/SZPUxC1y8yI/AAAAAAAAADU/OfNJZjcdgwY/s72-c/Alura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2708270336847683104</id><published>2009-02-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:56:00.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon-El: Dammit Match!</title><content type='html'>Cassie wakes me up by punching me on the shoulder. " Hey you gotta get up to train!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Blah! Tell Robin I'll be up in a minute!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Actually Tim is taking a leave of absence I'm leading right now so get up Before I have to punish you ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin oh really sounds sweet" I grin before a big green fist smacks me in the face. Man what did I do to piss off Green Lantern? Well A Green Lantern there's like 5 of em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stars go outta my eyes. I find it's Vella. What did I do to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You sicko You made me do things bad things back at LGS 3!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she described some of them, This is stuff so dirty that I don't believe they're legal in some states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie states after shutting her mouth that was a mile wide after the filth that came out of Vella's mouth. " Um Vel I was there after you two drank that glowing stuff in Hudson's room I didn't drink you two didn't do anything Vella all you did was play Guitar Hero while delusional. Conner hit on a tree here I took a picture of it with my Cell Phone. " &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgBgOoz9pI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kV9bRjYURe0/s1600-h/Conner+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgBgOoz9pI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kV9bRjYURe0/s320/Conner+tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486614798104210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self destroy that picture. " if that's true why did Conner tell me we did all those nasty things Then I get the look from Cassie. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgFFHm5rAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Uxwj568rB8M/s1600-h/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgFFHm5rAI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Uxwj568rB8M/s320/Angry+Wondergirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298490547101084674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What I ain't talked to Vella in like a month." I protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both women give me the look , and I suddenly fear for my manhood. Vella Growls. " Yeah you said all of that stuff after I fought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldstoughesthenchmen.blogspot.com/2009/01/match-dragon-dragon-dragon-rock-dragon.html"&gt; Match. &lt;/a&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah now that explains it Match. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgNdkFrRvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_JlRVFr1leM/s1600-h/Match+Close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgNdkFrRvI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_JlRVFr1leM/s320/Match+Close+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298499763156240114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evil doppelganger. I mean the Agenda was tryin' to improve on me why the heck did they make the dude albino? Any I inform Vella. " Match can make himself look like me it was him. That said all of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay WVella looked relieved until Cassie asks ' Do you have a thing for my boyfriend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um well i used to.." She stutters. ' But me, and Jason are a good thing well you know maybe in a hundred years or so after Jason gets old and so do you I might Think about asking Conner out. But um not now. You're my friend and I don't want to get between you two um I'll just leave now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That clone of yours has caused another problem for you babe, and I just heard mine escaped too Hera knows what those two degenerates have cooked up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah Match was at least sorta funny as a Bizzaro." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um not to me he kidnapped me , and tried to make me his love slave." Cassie shivers. " Then he got a clone of me somehow. We have to put those two behind bars. Especially they both look like us. We'll get blamed for all they do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man like I don't got enough on my plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2708270336847683104?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2708270336847683104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2708270336847683104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2708270336847683104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2708270336847683104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/02/kon-el-dammit-match.html' title='Kon-El: Dammit Match!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SYgBgOoz9pI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kV9bRjYURe0/s72-c/Conner+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5536945851182391469</id><published>2009-01-15T21:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:07:05.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>The Kryptonians of Kandor have left Earth after a battle with With the people of Earth they've created their own artificial planet on the other side of the sun. oddly I among others I fought them along side Vegeta ,and his saiyans. That was strange after just fighting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is the other Kryptonians, have banned me from their planet " New Krypton." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was going to try to talk some sense into them the Final Crisis started. before it's end Batman died. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SXF8_dG53tI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ytJ0_ESHsgo/s1600-h/Bat+death.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SXF8_dG53tI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ytJ0_ESHsgo/s400/Bat+death.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292148466724232914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just say I wasn't in the greatest of moods when I found this waiting for me in my Fortress.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SXGLnjraAMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VtWbg1JToWM/s1600-h/sexy+Bra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SXGLnjraAMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VtWbg1JToWM/s400/sexy+Bra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292164548845502658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Vella Conner isn't here... and I don't think it would be a good idea especially if Cassie Sandsmark finds out..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" (Hic!) You mistaking me for my little sister That's a bit insulting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could smell on her breathe that she was drunk. What was this woman's name again sounds like underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Look Miss Briefs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Please call me Bra." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes all of strength to stifle a laugh at that name. " Why are you here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well I was partying ya know From our victory ,and well the great fight got my blood boiling since I couldn't find Goten, and well I always had a crush on you... so wanta have some fun?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Great Kypton! I'm married. And almost as old as your father. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So am I Silly What does age hic! Matter?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is this how Vegeta raised you?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No he'd kill me if he knew I was ohhh!" At that moment she passed out. Thank Rao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fly her back to West City And am Lucky to not find Vegeta at his house. I didn't want to explain why I had his drunken barley dressed daughter in my arms. Next stop , a cold shower on Pluto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5536945851182391469?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5536945851182391469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5536945851182391469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5536945851182391469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5536945851182391469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SXF8_dG53tI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ytJ0_ESHsgo/s72-c/Bat+death.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-9075536333252452432</id><published>2008-12-14T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:05:33.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon-El: Man I haven't been around the Titans in a while</title><content type='html'>I've just been pushin' myself Too hard lately school, wrestling, Superhero stuff,um some other junk on the side. Ya know I haven't even been around the Titans for I dunno a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a tower yet? I dunno. I somehow blindly stumbled into them. Cassie kept lookin' at me acting weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" About what?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do you notice anything different?" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SUWvBFq38OI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rdczJYfX9B8/s1600-h/New+Costume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SUWvBFq38OI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rdczJYfX9B8/s320/New+Costume.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279818571398508770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" New hairstyle?" I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" New costume! Conner you're just hopeless!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and now she won't talk to me for a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try to follow her I see Bombshell? I thought she was dead wait so was I never mind. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SUXBRko6E-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/NGkxFj8-EUI/s1600-h/Bombshell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SUXBRko6E-I/AAAAAAAAAdA/NGkxFj8-EUI/s320/Bombshell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279838645798966242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you doing here traitor?" I demand jumping her. She blasts me with Some kind of radiation it knocks me back it burns , and tingles but I heal up pretty quick I use my ttk On the ground beneath us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth shifts and captures her. " Okay now what evil plan are ya up to this time?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm invited here super dunce! I'm a Titan again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah Right!" I snort . " Pull the other one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Jumps in " It's true Conner now let her go ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do , and get in Rob's face. " She's a traitor dude what were you thinkin'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's complicated... and you once shaved your head, and attacked the whole team. but never mind now that you're here you can train with the team..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my watch. " Oh man ! I'm late I'll have ta take a rain check on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What do you mean where are you going Conner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly off. Man how does Superman juggle all the stuff he does in one day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-9075536333252452432?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/9075536333252452432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=9075536333252452432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9075536333252452432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9075536333252452432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/12/kon-el-man-i-havent-been-around-titans.html' title='Kon-El: Man I haven&apos;t been around the Titans in a while'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SUWvBFq38OI/AAAAAAAAAc4/rdczJYfX9B8/s72-c/New+Costume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6847257739480240740</id><published>2008-12-06T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:45:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many Kryptonians.</title><content type='html'>The bottle city of Kandor was recently enlarged. This has lead to some problems there are over 100,000 People with my powers on Earth now many people across the world are understandably afraid. It doesn't help that this happened right when Brainac attacked my parents leading to Pa's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I haven't noticed something until now. Some of Zod's followers have been trying to free him from the Phantom Zone and they've been battling a new Nightwing, and Flamebird the Nightwing is a teenage boy who brags about having Tactile Telekinesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it I haven't seen Conner all that much since.  &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2008/12/enterprise-christmas-party-part-four.html"&gt; Captain Picard's Christmas party. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I wish I could say that Kon  if it's him were doing it to honor me Since I was Nightwing once, but I wouldn't put it past him to be calling himself that just to annoy Richard Grayson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other person I now with TTK power is Match, but I hear he's on some  &lt;a href="http://worldstoughesthenchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt; game show. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to investigate the possible connection between Conner, and Nightwing when Vegeta breaks into my Fortress carrying a group of Kryptonian children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “These freaks assaulted a group of my people who were reporting to me. Keep your bottle people away from the saiyans Kal-El!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I use my X-ray vision on the children he broke their arms and legs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vegeta! You didn't have to hurt these kids..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Kids?" He spat. “They devastated a squad of saiyans until I happened along. A rare few of us are actually super saiyans and can withstand weak little Kryptonians. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You needn't be so rough..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Whatever I have enough troubles with Norman Osborn taking over SHIELD so keep your little friends away from my people...Got it? You don't want a war with the saiyans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This was probably not a good idea, but I had enough over the last few days. I punched Vegeta through the wall of the Fortress. He flew out into the Arctic Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He flies out screaming obscenities and then the battles on. The children come out &lt;br /&gt;cheering me on. Problem is I wasn't going to get out of this one unscathed. Vegeta is as strong as or maybe stronger than I am when he transforms Worse he's been trained ever since he can walk to fight. Though I have training my self... it's like second nature to the saiyan king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I take a few thousand punches to the face at super speed.   I counter with my freeze breathe. While he's shaking off Ice I slam him into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He gets up from the spitting blood. “What the hell? You start a fight then half ass it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What do you mean “I ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh please we've fought many times before our powers could destroy the world, and you're not even able to break too much of this ice?   If you feel guilty that your father is dead don't make me be the one to punish you. Or you are just not thinking? Bah! Whatever! I will not be a party to it! Just take my advice Get them off this planet before they absorb enough sunlight to be as powerful as us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He flew off after that.  The kids already healed by the sun were yelling “You taught that saiyan monster Kal-El."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why were you attacking the saiyans anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They’re criminals that constantly fight they've terrorized the galaxy for years."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "That was decades ago these days they usually don't attack unless provoked.   I 'm going to have to have a talk with your parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time as this I hear my people all over the planet using there new powers in less than intelligent ways.  Sigh. I had years of experience with my powers ever since I was a boy. I suppose it was too much to expect that the others would use their powers responsibly. I wish it was just so simple as to put them on another planet problem is I’m just a descendent of the House of El not a king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to have to think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6847257739480240740?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6847257739480240740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6847257739480240740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6847257739480240740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6847257739480240740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-many-kryptonians.html' title='too many Kryptonians.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8236539866053725541</id><published>2008-11-08T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:41:52.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Van-El this is gonna be a looong after life.</title><content type='html'>Yay! I won the fighting tournament.  But now there's really nothin' to do in Other World. That and King Kai is crazy. So I started wandering around the word of the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere in Limbo I ran into Bart "Kid Flash" Allen. He's about as excitable as Conner's memories of him suggest. He keeps calling me “Conner" and attacks me when I try to correct him with the fact I'm a clone of Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But at least it's company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then it well it got worse. Ya see this All superheroes seem to have an evil counterpart.  Superman's is Bizarro.  Batman's is um Catman I guess.  Kon has Match.  Spider-Man, Venom etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bart has Inertia, an evil clone of his from his time.  Though for some reason he's been hanging around Team Legacy. Word through the grapevine is he's trying to get some. I dunno but for some reason he's here now means he's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bart was happy to see him then again, Bart is happy to see anybody. Thad Thawne well not so much. “Why? Why couldn't I have gone anywhere else? Maybe hell? What did I do to deserve Bart Allen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It could be you tried to kill Bart a few times? Or maybe you hang around with Titans East? Ran with the Rouges for a little while?" I suggest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay! Okay I get ya bad copy" he gripes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bad copy? You're a clone too" I point out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I ain't a clone of a clone" he sneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bart Smiles. “So how's Justice doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bangin' an old dude" Inertia spits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banging? Is that some kind of video game?"  Bart grins again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No it's sex ya idjit!" Thad growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah that ninja conspiracy I have to stop one of these days." Bart answers  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We both kind of stare. Then Thawne busts out laughing. “Unless its wit' Psylocke, Cass Cain, or Elektra, ninjas ain't involved. Believe me Dog Face Briefs ain't no ninja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the two start arguing. Finally after bickering for ten minutes straight they end up like this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRZ--PZoMLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3cPnieQDwW8/s1600-h/Bart+thad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRZ--PZoMLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3cPnieQDwW8/s320/Bart+thad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266536422007386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh. This is gonna get old real quick. Ya know there's these weird things in the Spirit World these pools that ya can see the Living World though. I wander over to one. And see what's going on. Let's see how my girlfriend is doing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Jason Yes!! Yes! Yes Jason!" EEEEWWWWW no. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well let's look at  Bart's Girlfriend... mans she's making out with some dude that looks as old as Batman, and has no hair well I dunno how to break that to the kid well then again Thaddeus already did just not in a way the kid would understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's see how Kara is doing? Well she was fighting Mary Marvel with pink hair? And half her hair is gone? Okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look in on Kon and he's having some argument with a wrestling promoter." but his friend just died..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey look Vincent just isn't working out he hurts people too much in the ring. Don't worry we can rework your gimmick. But I can't have your saiyan buddy cripple some one, and cost me money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Huh.  The next image is Superman crying.   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaOlDMEocI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QH1XAXSxbEU/s1600-h/Cry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaOlDMEocI/AAAAAAAAAcg/QH1XAXSxbEU/s320/Cry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266553581418619330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A voice booms behind me “Conner?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time Bart I'm not Conner!" That's not Bart he's busy fighting Inertia.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaSEoaBZNI/AAAAAAAAAco/idfC664dUR8/s1600-h/Bart+vs+Thad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaSEoaBZNI/AAAAAAAAAco/idfC664dUR8/s320/Bart+vs+Thad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266557422520067282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least I think that's fighting... I turn around Oh no its Pa Kent he died too?" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaSphzXTjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1YW7LAuD6G0/s1600-h/Jonathan+Kent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRaSphzXTjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1YW7LAuD6G0/s320/Jonathan+Kent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266558056402472498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8236539866053725541?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8236539866053725541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8236539866053725541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8236539866053725541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8236539866053725541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/11/van-el-this-is-gonna-be-looong-after.html' title='Van-El this is gonna be a looong after life.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SRZ--PZoMLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/3cPnieQDwW8/s72-c/Bart+thad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3380237016013625587</id><published>2008-10-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:58:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon-El: Damn all of you power rings.</title><content type='html'>You know this power ring thing is gettin' a bit silly. Okay I was fine with the yellow rings I mean they were bad guys and yeah that was easy to get, but now they come in red, blue, orange violet, and whatever. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's like Captain Planet meets the Power Rangers. The other day, I was hanging around Tim, and In the Batcave, and Jason Todd was skulking in the corner.  I was looking over my shoulder at him “Does he live here now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm... not sure." Tim shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that moment two rings yes I said that right two rings tried to recruit him. “Jason Todd of sector 2814 you are the lover of a Green Lantern.  Welcome to the Star Sapphire Corps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was a scary thought Star Sapphires dress like this. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6UvULic5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8lQnJJO8YLc/s1600-h/Star+Sapphire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6UvULic5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8lQnJJO8YLc/s320/Star+Sapphire.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259804955407184786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to see Todd in that... no one wants to see that! The other one announced: "Jason Todd of sector 2814 you have great rage welcome to the Red Lantern Corps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The two rings started blasting each the wrecking Batman's trophies like the giant penny, and dinosaur. Finally  Jason gets that crowbar. “Gotham Crusaders best hitter is up to the plate..." apparently The Hood is under some kind of delusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a fast ball right over the plate! Todd slams it!" he hits the red ring with the Adamantium crowbar knocking it into the other one destroying both causing a weird light show and blowing up more of the cave. "Home run!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman walks in looking at all the damage Tim points to Jason. “He did it!" and we run out of there. What's worse is one of those rings came after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No not a black one it's well one I'd never heard  of before.  I mean I’d been having a good day I beat One of Superman's lamer enemies terra Man , and  I even got to sing  "Rhinestone Cowboy" Then a pink ring flies in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Conner Kent of sector 2814 you have the capacity for great lust welcome to the Pink Lantern Corps." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flew on my finger, and I look in the mirror, and....      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6bngvW2SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ocpBrUTF82A/s1600-h/Pink+Lantern+Kon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6bngvW2SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ocpBrUTF82A/s320/Pink+Lantern+Kon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812517921085730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nooooooo! I don't wanna go around dressed like a man whore version of the Pink Ranger. The ring declares. “Now prepare to go to the planet Caligula for lust training." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dunno what that is but I know it'll end with me gettin' murdered by an angry Cassie Sandsmark. I try to take the ring off by hand but it refuses to go off.  Damn not even with my strength can I remove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It keeps dragging me to planet Chlamydia, or where ever it was.  One hope left... I gotta use my tactile telekinesis to shatter the ring. I concentrate on it, after giving me a little fight it finally shatters into pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I fly back to Metropolis where everyone’s laughing. I look down... and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6fD-7D9oI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UdLWAKlAzLo/s1600-h/AAA!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6fD-7D9oI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UdLWAKlAzLo/s320/AAA!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259816305594463874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stupid ring stripped me! I just flashed downtown Metropolis! Gah!  This is karma for me laughing at HS' costume isn't it?  I think I'll hide in the Fortress until this ring stuff is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3380237016013625587?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3380237016013625587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3380237016013625587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3380237016013625587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3380237016013625587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/10/kon-el-damn-of-you-power-rings.html' title='Kon-El: Damn all of you power rings.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SP6UvULic5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8lQnJJO8YLc/s72-c/Star+Sapphire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8869012655647158608</id><published>2008-10-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:51:15.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portraits</title><content type='html'>The worst thing you can do at the JLA Watchtower is Monitor Duty it has to be the most boring part of the JLA membership.  I suppose that's why Batman called me at the Fortress on his night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was speaking of nothing at all mostly. Until finally he said “How do you get family portraits that don't look like crap? Look at that one over there. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPAQlEeg_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7O9wt5xq9g4/s1600-h/Superfamily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPAQlEeg_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7O9wt5xq9g4/s400/Superfamily.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255718994184305986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Bruce has no idea that before that was taken,  Krypto ate Lois' purse, and Conner was in a head lock for taking some kind of video game toy from Kara, and five seconds after that Kara gave Conner an atomic wedgie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What's wrong with your pictures?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Batman sighs.  “Look at this one from a year ago..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPATBu7-TvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_ZW0QBT-RKo/s1600-h/Batfamily+toys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPATBu7-TvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_ZW0QBT-RKo/s400/Batfamily+toys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255721685641744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you can see Clayface... and Manbat jumped into frame to attack." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't Nightwing in it?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hh. Some argument or other I can't remember." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah right. If I know Bruce he remembers, but whatever it was is his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why is Batgirl taller than Robin?" I change the subject &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Deaging ray it happens. Just a couple of days ago..." Batman continues. “Well Jason happened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What did he refuse to get in the picture?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No he did this." Batman growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPAdfVx4abI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S8RJ-LOV5S0/s1600-h/Bat+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPAdfVx4abI/AAAAAAAAAOY/S8RJ-LOV5S0/s400/Bat+family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255733189400881586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “If you’re asking me how to control teenagers... well you have the wrong man." I admit.  "Besides you had sidekicks long before I did... Batman what's wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Starro's on Earth again we'll need to discuss this later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looks like I have to go back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8869012655647158608?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8869012655647158608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8869012655647158608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8869012655647158608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8869012655647158608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-portraits.html' title='Family Portraits'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SPAQlEeg_UI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7O9wt5xq9g4/s72-c/Superfamily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-7425412562898190635</id><published>2008-09-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:09:21.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just noticed something.</title><content type='html'>You know that ugly costume that HS is wearing? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMH_U8KbWyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S-7SrvduYPo/s1600-h/HS+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMH_U8KbWyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S-7SrvduYPo/s320/HS+funny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242752176448297762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah that's the one.  I figured I'd something like it before. So I decided to leave and borrow Jon's The Intergalactic Gladiator’s “Separated at Birth “computer.  Robin tried to stop me to go to someone named Marvin and Wendy's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have no idea who those people are.  I make a quick appearance, and see their pictures still not ringing a bell. The other titans keep saying they've been around the whole time since I've been back from the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How come I never seen them around the Tower?  I'm thinking' the Titans are pulling my leg. What ever after the quick appearance. I go to borrow Jon's computer. Jon's no where around, Hudson says he's &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-of-living-hipsters-part-ix.html"&gt;fighting undead hipsters or something. &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not that I need Jon put a picture into a computer, and let it analyze.  This is the result that came out.  I KNEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMIMzEQcM1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/CkcBoNzewqY/s1600-h/Seperated+at+Birth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMIMzEQcM1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/CkcBoNzewqY/s320/Seperated+at+Birth.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242766987668239186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dude you are so looking like Nightcrawler, and now your dressing like him. Soon you'll be doing this to Vella just like Kurt. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMIN57djVMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ivlBaGMyjCw/s1600-h/Nightcrawler+Vell..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMIN57djVMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ivlBaGMyjCw/s320/Nightcrawler+Vell..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768205078025410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That'll make family reunions a little awkward.  Not only that but you’ll start saying things like “would you liken ze sex?"  And you'll sleep with Pantha... and then you’ll become a priest then you’ll not be one anymore all of the sudden AAAH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other words friends don't let friends be Nightcrawler. So HS stop it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-7425412562898190635?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/7425412562898190635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=7425412562898190635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7425412562898190635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7425412562898190635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-noticed-something.html' title='I just noticed something.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SMH_U8KbWyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/S-7SrvduYPo/s72-c/HS+funny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1971562485984786408</id><published>2008-08-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:07:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>“Conner I thought Batman told you to stop messing around with his portal."   Robin scolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “All I did was trip on the chord honest!" I complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me that" Bat Look" you know the one.  “And if I look at the security tapes I won't see you pushing buttons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you'll see me tripping, and probably pressing buttons by accident." I defend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He sighs. “Does someone who can fly trip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes." I roll my eyes. "Why does Bruce even have a dimensional portal to begin with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know Batman always wanting to be prepared... I have another question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look I'm trying to find out what I did wrong and reverse it.  Just hold your horses." I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hold your horses?  What the heck? Never mind." Robin grinds his teeth. " No what I was about to ask, is how come when you do something stupid you're never the one that gets burned?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look up to where he's being assaulted by tiny versions of superheriones.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDFG5tb_BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4EaeJOAfMDI/s1600-h/Poor+Tim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDFG5tb_BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4EaeJOAfMDI/s200/Poor+Tim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237903088993172498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey you're the one that brags about all the women that like you."  I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No that's you Conner." He growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright I'm about to reverse where they came from .... I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He starts getting desperate “Quickly!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDHTKIPm4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4K7ytCZ6rnY/s1600-h/Quickly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDHTKIPm4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4K7ytCZ6rnY/s200/Quickly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905498582260610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And stop laughing it's not funny." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I ain't laughin' at you I'm laughing with ya."  I snort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That can't be because I'm not laughing!" he yells. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Oh great it's revenge of the vein in the forehead.” I snicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Conner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I press the button and all the little people are sucked back in. hopefully back to the right dimension... if not well what's the worst that can happen?  No don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I give a thumbs up “awesome all the imps are gone, and Superman, and Batman are none the wiser." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An “Ahem!" comes down from the cave entrance we look over to there and...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDPJg1MtqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_tkIsJLK9jY/s1600-h/Batman+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDPJg1MtqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_tkIsJLK9jY/s200/Batman+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237914128970725026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How do they always appear every time I say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1971562485984786408?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1971562485984786408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1971562485984786408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1971562485984786408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1971562485984786408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SLDFG5tb_BI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4EaeJOAfMDI/s72-c/Poor+Tim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3809046640005195024</id><published>2008-08-15T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:03:47.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a very bad day.</title><content type='html'>First some two bit thug hears about Kryptonite, and uses it on me. Unfortunately it's Red Kryptonite. Some red rocks turn me angry, and psychotic. Other's change me in strange, and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one made me look strange lucky for me it didn't change my powers this time. I took him to the police station. Luckily I did this so fast no one saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to stay in the Fortress. Until the Red K wears off that plan was interrupted when MXYZPTLK showed up.  He created this odd thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SKZIHS0OztI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bZsZt9GZPGE/s1600-h/Super+Goku.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SKZIHS0OztI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bZsZt9GZPGE/s400/Super+Goku.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234950907011976914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate Red K, I hate Myxzptlk and I hate this thing on my shoulder...  I can't wait until this day is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3809046640005195024?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3809046640005195024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3809046640005195024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3809046640005195024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3809046640005195024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-had-very-bad-day.html' title='I&apos;ve had a very bad day.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SKZIHS0OztI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bZsZt9GZPGE/s72-c/Super+Goku.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8425321379945312686</id><published>2008-08-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:39:36.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor HS</title><content type='html'>Okay HS' dad has been acting like a true jerk, hiding at his parent's house.  Well I didn't know what a jerk he could be until I met his evil half. We were hanging out playing a video game, when the evil version of Mirai pops up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He smashes me through a wall. “What do you want?" HS growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Just to mock you failure the shell is divorcing Vampirella, and disowning you. You and your slut sister." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You’re lying!" HS shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Go see inside Father's desk you'll see the papers there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS throws fire, at him as I recover, and get ready to tackle him. “You don't have the right to call him Father!" Hs Growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Why not? I'm the son Vegeta always wanted. Merciless, brutal, and doesn't give a damn about his pathetic family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I fly at this guy and am backhanded away.  HS attacks, and is beat down. “I taught you everything you know, but not everything I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He's about to use that soul burn thing when Evil Mirai laughs. “Go ahead. Kill your daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You aren't my father!" HS protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes I am. Why do you think the good one cares noting for you? All of those emotions are in me. But there's a fine line between love, and hate. As you'll discover with Shiara. GO on! Kill me! Make sure your family stays broken DO IT YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A DEVIL DO IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   HS stops and the fire die out... “Bah! You always were a disappointment." he punches HS hard in jaw. I fly at him and he vanishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HS was all mopey so I decided to invite all our buddies for a party. Vella kept refusing all alcohol “I am not waking up with some strange person. Or some friend, uh uh." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way the rest of us had fun. I woke up thankfully with Cassie the next morning.  Sandsmark not Cain. I'm thinking of calling them blonde Cass, and brunette Cass to tell them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Any way I get up, dress, and then go to brush my teeth when I hear HS, in the hall. Grunt "Conner you need to help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look around, and find he's hidden behind a door. “Why are you hiding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I got drunk last night, and um decided I needed a costume, well I went to Aunt Bra's competitor, and the result sucks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh. “Oh I have got to see this." the other Titans gather around as well. And ask to see it. “No! No one will ever see it ever!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jericho whines. “Well you're getting out of there. Because I have to use the bathroom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally he comes out. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZnUBo_g8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kqzHUdlYE5o/s1600-h/HS+funny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZnUBo_g8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kqzHUdlYE5o/s200/HS+funny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230481610972824514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't help but say. “Are you goin' after the US title?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent smirks. “And now my nephew the Solid Gold Dancer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vella scratches her chin. “He kind of looks some those of guys that go into that club a couple of blocks away from Crime Alley." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vella that's a gay bar." HS sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Uh really I thought those guys were practicing kissing like Master Roshi did with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We all give her a look. “What? It was only a kiss."   Man every one knows you stay away from Master Roshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vel goes on “Old man mouth is nasty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent growls. “Someone really needs to arrest that pervert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way Blue Beetle wasn't listening because he called HS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZubgzqXnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jEUb9uTHBZs/s1600-h/Crimson+Jazzerciser..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZubgzqXnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jEUb9uTHBZs/s200/Crimson+Jazzerciser..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230489436179553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Crimson Jazzeciser? Man this is the most embarrassing moment of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What about that adventure in that alternate universe where Bra wasn't related to you, and kept hitting on you." I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh you can't remember a thing I teach you in Algebra, but that you can't ever forget."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What about that time you walked in on me in the shower?" Vella giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh yeah and that time the Smallville football team, made ya wear a dress in the school all day?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or dressing like a girl in LGS 3!" Vella yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vincent chimes in.  “Or that time I walked in on you, and that picture of Laura?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay it's not a contest!"  HS  storms off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I follow. “Hey man we're just bustin' on ya. Hey you're gonna look in your Grandpa’s desk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Nah. Evil Mirai is lying; Dad just needs some time to clear his head is all. Besides, I'd rather not get caught looking through Grandpa's stuff.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I grin. "Afraid you'll see naughty pics of Bulma?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Is that all you think about Conner?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m an eighteen year old boy. So yeah pretty much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He sighs. “Yeah that's true me too. Okay I'm going home to get some clothes that don't make me look like I'm trying out for the WWE. See ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hope HS is right. and Evil Mirai is making this shit up. That and I want a rematch with lavender haired psycho.  Next time I'm gonna put a hurting on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8425321379945312686?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8425321379945312686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8425321379945312686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8425321379945312686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8425321379945312686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-hs.html' title='Poor HS'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SJZnUBo_g8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kqzHUdlYE5o/s72-c/HS+funny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4963595943101876992</id><published>2008-07-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:25:38.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there was an incident...</title><content type='html'>Batman is mad at me... You see we had a team up and his Batplane was destroyed. So I flew him to where the main villain was. I didn't pay attention for a second... and well...click on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SIq03I3SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ArDRmPg7Rc0/s1600-h/Supes+flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SIq03I3SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ArDRmPg7Rc0/s400/Supes+flying.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227189176882049442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only there for a few seconds, and he wasn't pecked that badly. Really does he need to complain as much he is? Eh it's all he does anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4963595943101876992?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4963595943101876992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4963595943101876992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4963595943101876992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4963595943101876992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-was-incident.html' title='there was an incident...'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SIq03I3SMaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ArDRmPg7Rc0/s72-c/Supes+flying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-7165952476714725403</id><published>2008-07-21T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:56:39.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Voted off.</title><content type='html'>So I was voted off LGS 3. Am I bitter? Nah. I made it a lot further than I did last time. Final 4 Baby! Also I had fun, thanks Jon.  Okay why I really made this post I gotta lot of people to apologies too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Batman, Sorry when I turned into a kid, and crashed your Batmobile, Also that you got crushed by the Hulk, I'm not fighting with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin: I locked ya in the trunk of the Batmobile in one challenge, and ate the cookies Alfred made for you. Sorry pal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie: We know what I've done and we worked past it, but still I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS: Yeah not really part of the game But I've been callin' Granny Goodness imitating your voice, and saying sexy stuff and well expect a horrible surprise coming to your house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Todd: Screw you! You deserve everything you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella: yeah hope the hot tub adventure, and the drinking weird stuff and waking next to each other the next morning thing doesn't like ruin the friendship we have , and all that and you really need to dump Jason Todd, that guy ain't good for no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna to invite everyone I know to a party to celebrate how good I did, but Robin went missing , and Cassie's leading the Titans  to find him. Sigh it never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-7165952476714725403?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/7165952476714725403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=7165952476714725403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7165952476714725403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7165952476714725403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/07/kon-voted-off.html' title='Kon: Voted off.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-267549798869370270</id><published>2008-06-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:10:40.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuniting is hard to do</title><content type='html'>Vegeta and the evil version my self fell to earth after what looked like a hard battle.  The Saiyan King looked to have broken bones.  The other version of me was knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I get closer, and I start fading out again.  The dark Superman stands and I punch at him even though I know I don't have enough power to back it up, oddly my fist is sucked into his chest, in fact my whole body is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He yells “get out of my mind!  I was thrown in the dark and chained for far too long! I will stay free!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Free being a servant of Doom?" I answer "you have a strange definition of the word free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a battle of wills for a minute one that I won. My mind went back to normal, and the rush of my powers returning, was exhilarating.  I hear strained breathing coming form the ground behind me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Kryptonian...  you decided to change back to your red and blue Halloween costume I see.”  I look down, and yes I'm back to wearing Blue and Red that Black K is weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like you can Vegeta, you wear some pretty odd stuff yourself.” I joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bah! Get this over with and kill me! You've won! But know this I'll be back, and I will be stronger! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't help but make this joke. “So If I strike you down you'll be more powerful than I can imagine?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Eh?" he asks.  Not much of a movie watcher I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Never mind. Long story short, I'm no longer under Doom's control, and despite our differences I doubt you want to see him rule the Earth anymore than I." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah mind control? I should have known." He growls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Eat that Senzu Seed thing, you usually have, and we'll team up to defeat Doom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “It’s a bean “he tries to correct me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Technically a bean is a seed." I shake my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He grumbles something and eats the bean I hear his bones snap together, I wince since it sounds painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Now Kryptonian let us Go and Show Doom the error of his ways for trying to rule &lt;em&gt; my &lt;/em&gt; planet. I ignore the way he says "my" planet. I concentrate on how I’m going to make Doom pay for trying to turn me into a slave.  Putting his arrogant carcass in a prison cell is a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-267549798869370270?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/267549798869370270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=267549798869370270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/267549798869370270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/267549798869370270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/06/reuniting-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Reuniting is hard to do'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8615579191458755704</id><published>2008-06-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:29:18.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must stop this battle.</title><content type='html'>When I awake I feel that some of my powers have returned unfortunately none of super senses. There's the sound of pounding, not just the pounding headache I have I smash down the door. Blast my strength is no where near where it normally is. Neither is my invulnerability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The guards at my cell blast me, and it actually burns I haven't been this vulnerable since I was 12. I punch the floor.  All the guards and I fall into the chasm created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I leap out, and discover I can't fly. Rao! This is annoying.  I leap towards the sounds of battle. When my gaze catches the opponents I can see why the battle is so intense, in fact I'm surprised, and Latveria’s capital city is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Black K created version of myself which seems to have the bulk of my abilities is fighting Vegeta, King of Saiyans. One of the most powerful beings I've ever fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My master Lord Doom wants you dead midget!"  The evil me declares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The arrogant king as usual laughs. “So Kal-El all those times you gave all those speeches about the sanctity of life, and the right of freedom where just words to bore me. Hmph I shall put the word hypocrite on your grave stone. I can't bellive you would serve such a lowly thing as Doom. And to think I actually respected you. I shall fix my mistake freak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Damn it Vegeta rarely holds back in inhabited areas. And my evil self likely won't I have to save the people here. Which is easier said than done.  The power of their punches is knocking me away as much as any of them. Finally. Vegeta transforms into some thing with long spiky odd colored hair all and  locks my evil self in to a choke hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think that somehow if I can get close to my other self I can end this. Which is rather a strange thought, but one I can't get out my head.  The dark version of me breaks the saiyan's grip and takes to the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    How  am I supposed to end this now? I can't fly anymore. But I have to for the world for Lois, I can't let Doom win.   My hand feels strange, I look down at it and Great Krypton! It's fading out. I'm fading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TBC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8615579191458755704?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8615579191458755704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8615579191458755704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8615579191458755704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8615579191458755704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/06/must-stop-this-battle.html' title='Must stop this battle.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4904639751972221222</id><published>2008-05-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:32:53.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomed.</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should have seen it coming. But I've been distracted ever since Chris was sucked back into the Phantom Zone.  I didn't suspect when a bunch of technological thugs began robbing banks in Metropolis I had no idea it was a trap. I captured them easily. After I had done so I hear clapping. “Very well done alien."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I recognize the voice instantly Doctor Doom. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SDJivIsP11I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nOyViHXO9Sk/s1600-h/Supes+Doom..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SDJivIsP11I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nOyViHXO9Sk/s200/Supes+Doom..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202329081492789074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing here Doom? I thought Iron Man had captured you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “That is what Doom had wanted that drunken fool to believe I would have thought someone of your intellect would see through such a ruse kryptonian. Alas you were not there Doom would have actually had a challenge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are under arrest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before I make a move he blasts me with this black ray oddly it actually hurt it felt as if I was being torn apart. “Black Kryptonite, I hear it has a psychological effect on you. And unlike the red versions unpredictable effects. As for what Doom is doing here? I am taking advantage of a fortunate situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?" I mutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “The Earth's so called Champions are shattered, after your Civil War you no longer trust each other The Skrulls have added to the paranoia. The X-men are chasing an alien brain who has taken their mentor. SHIELD is busy with Skrulls. And the other heroes are distracted by their own petty concerns, and inane reality shows.  Mean while a group of villains are conquering the world. This cannot be! Doom is meant to rule! While the others care only for power Doom would Shepard humanity into a new golden age that is where you come in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   All of the sudden my powers feel as if they've left me and this other Superman stood before me. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SDJp2IsP12I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mYo3-rigc3w/s1600-h/Dark+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SDJp2IsP12I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mYo3-rigc3w/s200/Dark+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202336898333267810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is a surprise!"  Doom Declares " No matter your weak and stupid rule against killing is now gone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The black costumed Superman grins.  “What makes you think I'll serve you Doom?"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Doom is not only a master of science but magic as well!"  These odd blasts come from his hands.  And something strange happens to his eyes.” Now you will serve Doom!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes Master." The other me states while bowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then go my servant, and destroy SHIELD for me that will punish Stark for his hubris in invading Latveria. After you are done bring Stark to me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Your will be done oh great Doom!" He flies off to do his master's bidding.  Then Doom looks down at me. “My armor has scanned you and your powers have greatly diminished seems all the abilities have went with him.  This endeavor has gone even better than I have planned."   He snaps his fingers and a bunch of goons surround me “Take the former Man of Steel to Latveria we have a nice cell for you in my castles dungeons I do not want you dead since I am not sure yet what that would do to my servant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They capture me and drag me into this transport. "Hurry up Doom has a world to conquer!" He barks. I don't know how but I will find a way to stop him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4904639751972221222?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4904639751972221222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4904639751972221222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4904639751972221222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4904639751972221222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/05/doomed.html' title='Doomed.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/SDJivIsP11I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nOyViHXO9Sk/s72-c/Supes+Doom..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8145315249979736727</id><published>2008-05-07T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:47:46.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vacation from Kon</title><content type='html'>Batman has been bugging me to get Conner out of his house for a while. So I finally have found a way I got him to go to the  &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator3.blogspot.com/2008/05/superboy-returns.html"&gt; LGS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So Now Batman's happy, but Ma is not.  She's constantly calling asking about him and wanting me to go to Hacknor to check on him.  During JLA meetings, saving people or fighting Brainiac or Darkseid. Neither one will stop fighting you if you get a call from your mom believe me. And we all learned from Barry Allen's example not to tell super villains we are talking to our mother's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Super villians especially the Rouges can be really mean.  Any way I don't which is worse no actually I do Bruce Wayne Maybe a little scary, but he's nothing compared to an Angry Martha Kent. Sigh. I can't wait until the sghow comes on so Ma will see he's alright, and I can actually have some peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8145315249979736727?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8145315249979736727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8145315249979736727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8145315249979736727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8145315249979736727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/05/vacation-from-kon.html' title='A vacation from Kon'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2556532026313861718</id><published>2008-05-01T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:01:34.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rage Part 2</title><content type='html'>I and Cassie had lunch in the park with HS, and Shiara.  We had considered going as Conner Kent, and Drusilla whatever Cassie calls her self in her secret ID. Then I thought that would be weird since you know one of 'em is an elf, and the other is a devil, so you know it would probably turn less heads if they were with Superboy, and Wonder Girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well that was until a big snake head thing fell on the table with the food.  We look up and see Vincent in a dumb red costume. “I killed a dragon, and nothing happened.”  He sneers . Not sure what that's supposed to me except it ruined my food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shiara stares “Actually I think it's a sea serpent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vincent sneers oh well let's see what happens after I kill you morons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I groan. “Dude do you only act civil when Cass Cain is near you?"  A moment after I said that I'm blasted by red flames, it kind of felt like getting hit by a GL constructs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I recover “Okay you douche bag you wanna play with fire? Here's some heat vision!" he puts up a shield made of flames before my blast hits him should have used Freeze breathe I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hs And Shiara try to use there powers on him   He puts them up in weird fire constructs Shiara looks like she's in a zoo cage and HS is crucified. “I’ll get to you two later."  He smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He comes after me again, Cass catches him with her lasso and lets loose the lighting. Vince grins.  “This works on rage same as the ring. Let's see who's angrier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassie gets shocked back next thing I know Vince catches us in this fighting cage While Shiara and HS escape their bonds both using magic I guess. I get smacked in the face with a big red fist.  Yup he has a power ring alright. Didn't know they came in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm stunned  that he then comes to fight me hand to hand, he gets to eat my fist when I'm grabbed by flaming ropes next he beats me senseless. By the time HS, Cassie and Shiara get in I'm bleeding like crazy. They drag him off while Cassie looks me over “Hera Conner you look bad."&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoAyiWgENI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pfs-TTxT2pU/s1600-h/Kon+Messed+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoAyiWgENI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pfs-TTxT2pU/s320/Kon+Messed+up.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465988339929298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah I think he broke some bones he was strong before but that ring makes him a lot stronger." I cough. “Or at least he can cheat better with it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shiara yells “Don’t hut him HS! It’s not his fault! I sense the ring is making him do this. “HS flies across the park after a punch Vincent creates a red blade and waves it in front of Shiara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Are you sure of that Freak?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yes, I know you better now than when we first met, you don't hate me you don't believe half the things you say you just like pushing people away why? Are you afraid people won't like you because of Vegeta? Hs is his grandson, And I'm your friend deep down I think you know that, let us get that ring off of you let us help you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They try to help him when Vella shows up and he goes after her saying all green lanterns must die, they have a construct fight with Vella being all cute and Vince's being creepy. Then they end up using red and green laser guns then finally they martial arts fight each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Legacy pops up and it looks like they all have him beat using there powers I even get up and use my arctic breathe on him.  I just get slammed back down on the ground, man where a power surge is when I need them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally he has then all defeated and recharges his ring in a red lantern battery.  Saying some oath in saiyanese. Well I guess it's in that. “Now Green Lantern die!" he points at her and she   says. “You’re not my brother he always wanted to protect me even when he we fought, this is that damned ring let go of his body Let him Go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Cass Cain who's been unharmed ever since Legacy came in gets in between the two pulls off her mask, and stands defiant. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoHjCWgEOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GvBVa00k4n4/s1600-h/Cass+defiant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoHjCWgEOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/GvBVa00k4n4/s320/Cass+defiant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195473418633351394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "If you are... going to kill... anyone you have to kill me first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Cass get out of the way!" He orders. He gets all red and weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoK2SWgEPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VvGL2NTFas4/s1600-h/Vinnie+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoK2SWgEPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VvGL2NTFas4/s320/Vinnie+B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195477047880716530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The green lantern will die!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cass just gives him the death stare,  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoMsSWgEQI/AAAAAAAAANE/qbZIRcCRwGo/s1600-h/Mad+cassie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoMsSWgEQI/AAAAAAAAANE/qbZIRcCRwGo/s320/Mad+cassie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195479075105280258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn no powers, and she stands up to him. Why did I let her get away again? Oh yeah angry Bat family, I think Oracle was the only one that liked me. Or at least didn't threaten to neuter me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Vincent ...I will not let you do something... you'll hate yourself for ... for the rest of your life... like I did when I was a kid... When David had me kill that man.  She's not just... a ring. She's your sister. You don't want to hurt her. Let us...  to get... to her you have... to kill me can you do ... that lover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Fine if you’re going to betray me I'll rid myself of you too! We can't let the green lanterns live!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “At least ... she controls her ring... not... the other way around tyou are stronger than this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before they can say anything else Vincent gets blasted down.   “Why did you do that?" Cass yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “I couldn't take the chance that this would go on any longer."  A gravelly voice answers. “Now get out of the way, and let me finish this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vincent growls "Dad?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoRGiWgERI/AAAAAAAAANM/PXvHoWTlqtQ/s1600-h/Vegeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoRGiWgERI/AAAAAAAAANM/PXvHoWTlqtQ/s320/Vegeta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195483924123357458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I would like to have words with you boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassie grins 'Looks like someone's going to get a spanking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I groan. "Not sure I'm gonna get to see it.  I think I'm dying again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2556532026313861718?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2556532026313861718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2556532026313861718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2556532026313861718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2556532026313861718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-rage-part-2.html' title='Red Rage Part 2'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/SBoAyiWgENI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pfs-TTxT2pU/s72-c/Kon+Messed+up.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-9008578337208184773</id><published>2008-04-24T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:14:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman is a paranoid parent</title><content type='html'>Batman called me to his mansion to complain about Conner, I really hope the new  Titan's Tower is finished soon; this is getting annoying every week! So there I am listening to the whole "You have to control your pup.” speech again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What did he do this time?"  I sigh tuning out his droning. Great Krypton why can't there be an emergency? Something easy so I don't have to listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “First thing he tried to set up Misfit with Superboy Prime.  You remember him right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He turns on a screen that shows the reality where Prime has been banished too since the Sinestro Corps War. “I will kill you! Kill you all!" Prime shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Batman turns off the screen. And gives me a look.  “Too be fair Misfit is annoying, and Kon likely wanted to annoy Prime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Okay never mind Robin is missing and Kon knows where he went, he refuses to tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. "You need to learn to trust your partners Bruce. He's likely just on a case or something." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hh. Fine if you won't make Conner tell me what's going on, I'll find out myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He storms into Robin's room and starts looking through everything.  “Is this necessary?" I ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I don't want to find out one day that he's shooting heroin like Roy Harper." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I roll my eyes. “Are we talking about the same Tim Drake here? Or have I woke up on Earth 3? You've already alienated Nightwing, and Batgirl do you really need to push away Robin again? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He ignores me and finds a CD-rom under Tim's mattress.  "Looks as if I have found a clue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Or a dirty movie." I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not Conner, Clark." Bruce grunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s still a teenage boy." I shrug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you admitting something about your youth? Does Conner not fall far from the tree?" At that moment a JLA trouble alert flashes over our communicators saved by the bell." the Legion of Doom is attacking again all Justice League Members report to the Satellite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before we go I see Batman put the CD in his utility belt I don't know what it is but I get a bad feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-9008578337208184773?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/9008578337208184773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=9008578337208184773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9008578337208184773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9008578337208184773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/04/batman-is-parnoid-parent-as-well.html' title='Batman is a paranoid parent'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1204013149011947329</id><published>2008-04-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:04:37.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superboy:Yarrgh!</title><content type='html'>Okay we all had a little laugh at the picture of me and Bart that Nightwing has put up, Brother Blood threw me into Bart that's why that picture looks odd. Now to get back at Miss Martian for takin' a pic that ,makes it look as if I'm havin' some kind of affair with Bart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right I'm lookin' up her skirt again when she flies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_grBasJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GSdRvxIYPCE/s1600-h/Miss+martian+panty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_grBasJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GSdRvxIYPCE/s320/Miss+martian+panty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942274261514866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like red heads, and I like green girls, yeah that's the stuff. As for Nightwing well I think I should just remind everyone about his really bad first Nightwing costume.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_gvJ6sJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pIBxgrwIFik/s1600-h/Nightwing+original.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_gvJ6sJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAMU/pIBxgrwIFik/s320/Nightwing+original.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185946818336914050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's scary. It looks like that collar's eating his head. Man this morning sucked last night I wrestled a big PPV main event match, and I was sore and tired. Then Supergirl wakes me up. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know what Vella's doing?" she kicks my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I gotta train in like fifteen minutes." I groan . " Why are you bothering me Kara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cassie's on a mission, so you're elected to hear my bitching." She grins. "Now about Vella, she's sleeping with Jason Todd!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawn. " And I care why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You remember what he did to Nightwing right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin  and point at where I have a picture of it framed on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_g1CasJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CTyZTadCpX0/s1600-h/Nightwing%252Bouch!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_g1CasJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CTyZTadCpX0/s320/Nightwing%252Bouch!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185953286557661842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're an idiot Conner."She spits. " Now Todd should have been forced to a life of virginity for kicking Nightwing there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh "Not everyone is obsessed with Dick Grayson like you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes that disgusted/angry noise that omen only can and flies out. Man I wish I could go back to sleep but I don't need Tim's shrill nagging this early. So I start getting dressed. Then I have this strange feeling like I was being watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around no one in my room, so I stare out the window and AAAH! Giant Bart head!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_g6kasJ-qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5zVpKxiSTBQ/s1600-h/Bart+Statue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_g6kasJ-qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5zVpKxiSTBQ/s320/Bart+Statue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185959368231352994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is that doing doin' in Bruce Wayne's yard? Where did it come from? Whys it staring in my room? That's creepy.  Looks like I'm gonna have to ask Tim Where it came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1204013149011947329?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1204013149011947329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1204013149011947329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1204013149011947329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1204013149011947329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/04/superboy.html' title='Superboy:Yarrgh!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R_grBasJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GSdRvxIYPCE/s72-c/Miss+martian+panty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1824782838212666163</id><published>2008-03-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:44:23.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>Some days are great. Like when we all make fun of the new Aquaman . Or the old one. Or when i fight a super villain that really should have re-thought his gimmick, like Kite Man or the the Crazy Quilt. Or my favorite, the annual JLA/Avengers Baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days when you just wish you didn't get up in the morning, this is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R_HLOcXvP6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3rcJ-G_6QY0/s1600-h/Evtreyone+vesus+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R_HLOcXvP6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3rcJ-G_6QY0/s200/Evtreyone+vesus+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184148095074516898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1824782838212666163?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1824782838212666163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1824782838212666163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1824782838212666163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1824782838212666163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R_HLOcXvP6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3rcJ-G_6QY0/s72-c/Evtreyone+vesus+Superman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-542813804929555920</id><published>2008-03-24T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:35:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon:Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nightwing &lt;/a&gt; tagged me with his this goofy ass meme that's been going around. there's only one response to that I told his stalker where he lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right Flamebird &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R-hmyqsJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAME/0tM46QX75eA/s1600-h/Flamebird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R-hmyqsJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAME/0tM46QX75eA/s320/Flamebird.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181504391928740450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it that last time she found him she shaved his head, and  made his hair into a wig, which is why he no longer has that stupid rat tail do. What will she do to him this time? Who knows? Something crazy I bet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I used to think I was the clone of Cadmus director Paul Westfeild, The Of superman and some crazy scientist. Turns out I''m half Luthor , Half Supes joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Me Robin, And Impulse are the founding members of Young Justice, sigh the good ol' days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I once fought a super villain who had the power to turn into a pinata. I wish it was candy that came out of him when I broke him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:I'm banned from Hawaii after destroying most of their cities in superhero fights, ingrates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I want a rematch with Ben Reilly , when he was Spider-man he got lucky in beating me. Oh and Lobo wants a rematch with Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: I wish Tana never got back in to my life, she'd still be alive if she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Superboy Prime can bite me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging? No way! Die meme Die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-542813804929555920?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/542813804929555920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=542813804929555920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/542813804929555920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/542813804929555920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/kontagged.html' title='Kon:Tagged'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R-hmyqsJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAME/0tM46QX75eA/s72-c/Flamebird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2670147995799130271</id><published>2008-03-21T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:22:36.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Batman wants me to post apprently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/"&gt; Batman &lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this Meme. I suppose because he believes I don't have enough to do in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 My favorite meal is Beef Borgione with ketchup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 My favorite band is Metallica. My favorite song is "Justice For All." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute there's an Earthquake I'll be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Neither Clark nor Superman are acts both are just different aspects of my personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait now A volcano is erupting, I'll be back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back now turns out a mad scientist created some kind of disaster machine and I had to stop him. What he should really build is a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I knew very little about Krypton until my teen years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 In the Legion of Superheroes I went by "Superboy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 At the same time as I did not use the Superboy name around Smallville. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's jumping off a building, one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back. Hopefully he'll be alright after some counseling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 I once pretended to Batman when he was missing once. His Rouge's gallery is now more scared of him than ever especially Bane who hurt his hand punching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:Hawkman &lt;br /&gt;2:Anybody on Earth that calls themselves Green Lantern&lt;br /&gt;3Earth 2 Superman&lt;br /&gt;4Powergirl&lt;br /&gt;5Dr. Fate. &lt;br /&gt;6 Lex Luthor&lt;br /&gt;7 Mister Mxyzptlik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2670147995799130271?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2670147995799130271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2670147995799130271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2670147995799130271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2670147995799130271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-batman-wants-me-to-post.html' title='Because Batman wants me to post apprently'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6548080446010067179</id><published>2008-03-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:39:13.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Attack of the evil opposites.</title><content type='html'>As me, Kara and Cassie flew to the base in Metropolis where Match and fake Wonder girl where. Cassie and Kara were teasing me about the idea that I,and Stephanie Brown did something in the after life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not sure that's even possible not that you know I remember my time in Heaven, Hell or whatever. “Will you just let it go?" I finally snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Only if you let go the whole me and Tim thing." She giggles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Fine. Jeeze maybe Tim shouldn't you know about this y'know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t worry about it let's all just move on alright?" Cassie grins. "Your back and it's all over I don't need Tim to play rebound boy anymore." She puts her hand over her mouth. "Opps I shouldn't have said that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um ya didn't say that to Tim did you?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kara shakes her head. “Pretty much she did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Sigh wonderful."  Now the mystery of me training more than everybody else is solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kara breaks the silence. “So what are you going to do about my cousin’s roving eye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cassie laughs. “My older brother said he'd visit Conner, and give him the gift of battle' if he heard about him with another girl again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kara gives a weird look." Cassie you have a lot of older brothers Zeus wasn't exactly mister monogamy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “The Avenger."  Cassie gives an evil laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Hercules is a mean drunk."  I groan. The two girls laugh like crazy. &lt;br /&gt; Finally we get into the base and crash inside.  Match and the girl that looks so much like Cassie look up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well well. Look who finally figured out what was up."  Match laughed. “Sure did take you long enough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I can't believe a former Bizzaro is insulting my intelligence." I state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well maybe if you actually had any to begin with Conner I wouldn't." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Wait Conner? How did you know that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other Wonder girl starts bragging. “That’d be me. I've been sneaking in for months now stirring up the jealousy between you and Robin, Getting Supergirl to hate my goodie goodie DNA donor. I've been tearing apart the Titans from within for some time now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "DNA donor? You're a clone?"  Cassie accuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Duh!" The other grins. “The Agenda created me from your DNA after you interfered with their take over of Cadmus. After the Agenda folded I've been doing merc work. Well until I found My Match." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh this is like a bad Twilight Zone episode." I joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yes Conner, and here's the twist ending, me and my Cassiopea are going to kill you, and Cassandra, take your places in the Titans, kill them one by one, Hell we'll even take out Batman as well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kara pipes in “One problem with that I'm here."  She slams into Match who knocks her away with his TTK.  “Please what’s Superman with boobs going to do to stop me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh great it's on now. “Hey Kara before you rip him apart let me get a few shots in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Match laughs “The two of you don't have enough power to defeat me ungh!"  The Ungh was from the both of us punching him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile Evil Wonder Girl was taking on Cassie. “Fool! The Agenda put many of the World’s, martial arts techniques into my brain! You can never win!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Why do all you villains talk like that?"  Cassie asks before slamming her elbow into her look a like's nose. The clone catches Cass in her lasso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “The Gods that gave me this, are lot Darker than the Greeks. Feel as it sucks your life out of you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile I held Match down to the ground with my TTK While Kara used him as a punching bag.  He pushes us both back with his TTK I taunt him. “Dude you can't beat me what makes you think you can beat both me and Kara?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We both zap him with Heat Vision. At that moment Cassie manages to get her lasso rapped around the clone's legs and zaps her with its lightning.   It makes miss evil lose her grip on her Lasso freeing Cassie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Match flies up to her and yells “Looks like we'd better use the better part of valor and retreat."   He uses  that weird light bending power of his for  a second we're all blinded, when we recover they're both gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Damn it! Stupid clones!" Cassie shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey!" I protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Conner technically you're not a clone. And you're not an evil bastard like those two."' She then looks over to Kara. “Um, are we good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah it wasn't you that acted all bitchy towards me."  They hug for a sec. &lt;br /&gt; Well that makes my life easier now that my cousin and girlfriend ain't feuding, now we gotta get to the Titans and tell them about how we were Trojan horsed by Match and skanky Wondergirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6548080446010067179?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6548080446010067179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6548080446010067179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6548080446010067179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6548080446010067179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/kon-attack-of-evil-oppsites.html' title='Kon: Attack of the evil opposites.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4952498944115487477</id><published>2008-03-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:36:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Van-El: Post from the Afterlife.</title><content type='html'>Hey Kon here. I was getting ready to go smack Around Match And his Wondergirl imposter when Van-El's ghost popped up and begged me to let him into the blog. I have no freaking idea how a ghost types and while that'd interesting to see I gotta go, see ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well now that Kon typed that up, and made me promise to slap some guy named "Zero" in the Afterlife.  Ya know after Heroslayer took me out I was surprised that there was no fluffy clouds though I do have a halo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seems I got put in some dimension called "Other World."  Where this thing that looks like a bug of some sort wants me to train for a fighting tournament.  " You see when Son Goku was brought back from the dead my trainees have  never won the Other World Fighting Tournament, Kon-El Was my last chance to do that this year, then some inconsiderate princess wished him back. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Okaaay!” I respond. " Heroslayer injected me with a drug didn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No, Son you’re dead and Warriors when they are powerful enough come here to train for eternity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Rao, that’s going to suck, I thought I'd go to some Kryptionian Heaven or something. So yeah I was a little depressed to basically be out in an Ultimate fighting ring for like ever. Kon would love it I can see why he liked it here well if he remembers it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me I ended up sparring with some loser in a dress I guess he's ancient Greek or something. I don't want to do this and get my ass handed to me by this guy and his stupid "KEY" power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You can do much better that In fact the other one nearly hurt me in a sparring match." Dress guy chides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not Kon! I'm just a bad copy!" I shout.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I fly to my quarters which of course were Kon's during his time here. I heat vision the Spoiler Costume I found under the bed the other day.  " Hey" A female voice startles me." Why do you have Steph's clothes gotta crush on her or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Vella?"  I grin.  And grab her into a bear hug then I remember for her to be here, she'd have to be dead.  “Oh No! No no no no, baby what happened? Did Heroslayer get ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Huh?" her big eyes get wider. "Heroslayer is in prison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand on her shoulder “how did you die?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She starts laughing. “Silly I'm not dead. See? No Halo." She points at her head. “King Kai called me here saying you were in a funk. So what's up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I'm dead and I didn't go to heaven, but some kind of pshycadelic version of Valhalla, I was just starting to get a life and now it's over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah but you were in constant pain, and you were going to die of clone degeneration."  Vella reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah and lemme guess I can't be wished back because of the clone degeneration." I gripe.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah." She sighs "sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Meh. I'd just be in Kon's shadow just like her. “I grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah but you can be more than him here, I mean he never won the tournament here, never even entered it." She chirps. “And He lost in the Boudakai on Earth."            &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; I think about that yeah I could be out of his shadow and it'd I'd probably never see Kon Again, at least not for a few years. At least I'd have something that's mine.  I smile "Why not?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then she looks over at the Spoiler costume. “Why’s that here?" &lt;br /&gt; “Rumor has it Kon and Stephanie had some kind of affair here in other World when they discovered the whole Wonder Girl /Robin thing. Though she was running around Limbo at the time she apparently could visit here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “But Steph's never said anything about it!" Vella gasps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I shrug.”Yeah King Kai says not everyone remembers their experience in the after life when they come back from it, I doubt Kon remembers any of his time here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We kind of sit in silence for a while, I’m memorizing the smell of her hair; her goofy little smile How happy she always is.  I know I may never see her again. From what King Kai told me her species is long lived even if they die in battle they always seem to come back , especially with the Dragon Balls. So Yeah it could be a long time if ever before I see her again. I steel up my reserves and Say “you have to move on with your life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She gets a sad little look on her face. "I know. I've finally accepted that you're not coming back, and well I wasn't sure who I was going to choose any way you or Jason."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ugh my stomach turns at the mention of that crowbar welding psycho.  “You know babe your too good for that nut, you can do a lot better than Jason Todd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She gives me this look then says  " I gotta go bye." Before I can say anything She vanishes in a green light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look into this pool that is supposed to see into the living world.She's surronded by her teammates and Some blond girly lookin' dude in a GL Costume ,and two actual GLS Hal Jordan and John Stewart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't catch all of thier conversation but The older GLS were saying she needs o go back to OA and face some kind of charges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But I want to keep my ring!" She protests." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't worry we'll do evreything we can to make sure you keep your ring ." Hal comforts. " The Guardians make bad desicions some times and you have to stand up to them and tell them they are wrong." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yes and that's why you've been suspended so may times." John jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vella gets a woried look on her face. I hate that she's in trouble but there's nothing I can do about it from here. I need to start training if I want to win this tournament thing, I hope I can get another sparring partner than Dress-Man though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4952498944115487477?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4952498944115487477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4952498944115487477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4952498944115487477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4952498944115487477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/van-el-post-form-afterlife.html' title='Van-El: Post from the Afterlife.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8564424398070017845</id><published>2008-03-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:26:58.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl: Two Cassies?</title><content type='html'>You know making friends on this planet is hard. I way s friends with Cassie,AKA Wonder Girl But she came up with this whole stupid idea I was Somehow a replacement for Conner, And said she didn't want me around anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay So After a team up with Vella fighting the Heroslayer thing we hung out a bit. But now she’s missing, and I have Conner sitting in my apartment watching either wrestling , or Ultimate Fighting, I've never really cared to know the difference.  He’s just stuffing his face. With nachos and pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hey Conner. what's up with your girlfriend huh?"  I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shrugs. "  I dunno, one minu6te she's snappin' at me calling' me a moron, the next she' does a complete 180 and is all lovin Is that why you asked me here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Nope just bored. The Outlaws are all looking for some crazy serial killer now ,and investigation isn't my thing you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ah I get it. " He sighs. “I’m just the last resort of the bored." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I laugh" No Cousin, You're like the little brother I've never had it's just we fight as much as we hang out; do you just not like me? Did I do something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " What? Nah.  You're cool I was a little weirded out when you were in the Titans though I thought I was gettin' replaced." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah that didn't work well did it? I liked being in the Titan, at least I don't have Bat jerk yelling at me all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bruce does that to every one. Don't worry about it."  He thinks for a minute. " If We had the power to do it  maybe we should have went looking for Vel huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um we do have the power to do it, Telescopic Vision, and one breathe completely oxygenates our blood for days." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His eyes go wide. “Aw damn I've been keepin' oxygen in a force field with my TK If i knew that I wouldn't have wasted the concentration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about it, Vella has her own reasons for stuff, let her sort out whatever the heck it is.  So are you worried about Superman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Huh? What do ya mean?" He states through a mouth full of cheese curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “After Heroslayer killed Van he’s all angry and stuff.” I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He shrugs “he’s been like that before, he gets all business for a while Then Lois or someone brings him back to Earth. He'll be fine. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Before I can say anything else Cassie comes in through the door. I coldly say "hello." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What did I do to you Kara? You haven't been returning my calls, and act all weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You told me that you didn't want to be my friend any more because I reminded you of Conner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I never said that!" She shouts then I notice Kon's eyes are white he's either using Telescopic or X-ray Vision. “Um guys? I thought I heard Cassie somewhere else. And is see her with Match? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “What?"  I and Cassie both ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah I see her, um you, I don't know if she's some alternate Universe doppelganger or something but she's freaking making out with Match." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm so going to find out what's going on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8564424398070017845?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8564424398070017845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8564424398070017845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8564424398070017845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8564424398070017845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/03/supergirl-two-cassies.html' title='Supergirl: Two Cassies?'/><author><name>supergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431402687171891012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/3770/1600/Supergirl_V_08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-634524740885853314</id><published>2008-02-24T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:27:43.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman VS. Heroslayer</title><content type='html'>Heroslayer tries the same old tired tricks I've seen over and over. Kryptonite bullets that I dodge easily and then blast with my heat vision turning it into harmless goop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next his fires red sun energy at me with a gun, I suppose he doesn't realize it takes a little while for my powers to drain away under a red sun I just froze his gun until it shattered. He tried magic but he seems to only know the kind that you have to say a spell out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He runs away ranting about he'll defeat me yet.  I know I could have ended this in a few seconds, but I want him to feel the fear Van and the others felt So I let him run to some control panel. Turns out that was a mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He ran behind some lead shielding, and pushed a button.  This activated a Kryptonite laser.  “Ha! and now you die! To think I was afraid of someone who is too much of a pansy to kill." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ugh! I'm not so sure which hurts more the Kryptonite or his clichéd villain dialogue. Problem is Doctor Doom already pulled this trick During my second team up with Spider-Man, and this kid is no Doom, he didn't learn to keep the lead a  Far enough way from the ray for me to get to I Grab a piece tear off from the, I As it shields me from the K rays I throw a shard of lead destroying the ray gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I grab onto with a piece of lead and throw it into the sun. The hole in the roof let' the sun's rays heal me.  He pushes another button and these attack robots jump me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They use Sonics, and EM waves and more red sun blasts, it just annoys me. I crush them and find Heroslayer with a huge gun. “This is the ultimate Weapon Kryptonian!"  He shoots me with it. A huge blast slams into my chest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I smile. “It tickles.”  I speed around him tearing off his armor, and weapons. “I’m finished playing Heroslayer. " I punch him with but a fraction of my power, I do so twice more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He starts laughing. “You can't kill me I'm a ghost!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I toss a relic I borrowed from Zatanna on his chest sealing him into that body.  " I thought of that Harm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " HA! So now you kill me Superman the one who always says killing is wrong. I'll defeat you in that way.  You'll no longer be a hero." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I pick him  up. " If I wanted to kill you I could have done so in the first three seconds I was here. No I want you to suffer for what you've done to men and women who've done nothing but want to help people." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Youre going to lock me up? Ha! That's not suffering." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Maybe if I was going to turn you in to the normal authorities But I'm letting SHIELD have you. They’re going to put you into a prison with all the Super villains that you’ve angered by killing their adversaries. Oh and I'm pretty sure Iron Man, or Reed Richards are going to experiment on you. You are a ghost inhabiting a cloned body after I’m pretty sure they'll have all kinds of studies for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You can’t do that! Release me from this body!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look grimly. “You should have thought of that before you decided to kill friends and family of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After turning him to Iron Man I stop at Cadmus and warn them to not try to clone Van or another clone of Conner again. “But we can recover his hid memories and he can live again.” Director Cannon protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You didn't do it right the first time, and he suffered for your mistake through painful degeneration, let him rest in peace. If you don't I will do everything in my power to make sure Cadmus is shut down." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now all that's left is the funeral. I have to find a way to make sure no one tries to steal his body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-634524740885853314?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/634524740885853314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=634524740885853314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/634524740885853314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/634524740885853314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/02/superman-vs-heroslayer.html' title='Superman VS. Heroslayer'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3743537326849587382</id><published>2008-02-19T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:02:27.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroslayer has gone too far</title><content type='html'>I had finally gotten Conner to get the chip off his shoulder around Van, his DNA started falling apart. I had the Fortress' computer work on the problem while I stopped an alien invasion. At least those aren't happening as much as they used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After I finish with That Batman calls us all in to capture Heroslayer. I think Bruce was  having a over kill moment In getting almost everyone to help out Legacy kids of West City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I get there I find a shock. Van was murdered by Heroslayer.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R7u2PuPmKDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6k29JzKP_Bk/s1600-h/Slain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R7u2PuPmKDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6k29JzKP_Bk/s200/Slain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168925378565515314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Villain escaped. I made arrangements for Van's funeral then returned to the Fortress.  The Hologram of my biological father Jor-El, who now for some reason has a beard Announced that he could not stop the clone degeneration a little too late  I think to my self.  This is like what happened to Conner and Superboy Prime all over again.  And just like with Superboy Prime I'm not letting Heroslayer get away with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I focus my Super Hearing to try and find along with my vision powers.  I hear Conner. Talking to Chris. "  Hey Bro I'm going after the guy that took out van, I wanna tell you something. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "You want me to Help Brother Conner?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No not that. Chris listen..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But I can help  I can get a costume and please lat me go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No dude. You're way too young. But I want you to know If I don't come back Chris I want you to carry on the name Superboy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " But I don't want you to go away like Van did." Chris cries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll try not to." Conner fake smiles.   Then I find Heroslayer in New York ranting to himself about his "great victory." He won't get the time to savor it. I'll make sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   First I stop at Metropolis and Stop Conner. “You’re not going after Heroslayer. and that's an order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But after the horrible way I treated that clone I should get revenge on his killer."  Kon demands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m not having you die again too. You’ll stay here with Lois. You can honor his memory by seeing how his girlfriend is faring, and being her friend But I will stop Heroslayer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No we'll Stop him. I hear a voice that sounds like an older version of mine declare. The Superman Of Earth 22 along with Supergirl, Powergirl and Krypto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I’m going after him alone." I state. " He seems to thrive when we're all tripping all over each other trying to defeat him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “But we all want a piece of him." Kara protests. " Van was family.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Be that as it may, I will face Heroslayer alone And I will bring him to Justice."  I as I'm about to fly off.  The me of Earth 22 grabs my shoulder. “I know how you feel Clark.  Just don't let your anger make you like him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don’t answer but fly after my quarry, after making a quick stop for something that I'll need in the fight to come.   Bruce offers his help on the JLA com Link and I tell him I'll do this alone sand he grunts. “Just don't go you far like I almost did when Jason was killed by the Joker.”  I turn off the communicator.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disable the murderer's defense systems, before finally smashing in to his inner sanctum. " Heroslayer one way or another you will no longer hurt any of my friends or family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He laughs. “looks like I get to put two Kryptonians in the ground to day Man of Steel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I’ve heard that many times before, and I'm still here. One way or another your reign of terror will end." &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R7vJjuPmKEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R3mOT5soWoQ/s1600-h/Mad+Supes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R7vJjuPmKEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R3mOT5soWoQ/s200/Mad+Supes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168946612883826754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3743537326849587382?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3743537326849587382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3743537326849587382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3743537326849587382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3743537326849587382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/02/heroslayer-has-gone-too-far.html' title='Heroslayer has gone too far'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R7u2PuPmKDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6k29JzKP_Bk/s72-c/Slain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5472618026267548279</id><published>2008-02-11T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:35:25.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Leifielded!</title><content type='html'>Okay So Van is like dyin’ Now I feel bad for all the crap I pulled with him Superman is scanning him in the Fortress to see if there's any way to stop it me  I kinda think the only only person In the planet that can do it is the only one that succesfully created a kryptonian clone Lex Luthor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's not an easy guy to find, and well we don't exactly get along. I kept just flying into his old bases until the screen of a big ass computer lights up in one of his bases and chrome dome appears on screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The Prodigal son returns” he laughs." To what do I owe this visit Kon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I ain't your son dude!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I created you.  My very blood flows trough your veins." He grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That thought makes me sick to my stomach.  “Alright what ever, you know about the other clone that was created right? Van?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “So what? I hear he is degenerating. He and that Match clone are mockeries of what I have accomplished. Mockeries that are slowly rotting away. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well somehow Match got back to normal..." I shrug. “I want to ask for your help in saving Van." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He starts laughing hysterically. “Never! I am not fixing the mistakes of Westfield's Lab monkeys. Without me they created twelve flawed clones of that Alien! They should have known their limitations and not have attempted to create another one. The clone shall pay for their hubris." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Jeeze a simple no would have been just fine Lex."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Lex gets all creepy. " It's good to see you again son."   I destroy the computer with my Heat Vision. You know when he says things like I'm reminded of the Time Ravager tried to convince me that I was created because Lex has some kind of man crush on Supes.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well when I went to Bats' house to see what the Titans could come up with Robin has a weird grin on his face. "Conner we're trading you for a week for the Liefield verse Superboy."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What's the Liefieled-verse? They come out of the portal and good god look at them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BEi2AwMaI/AAAAAAAAALk/sThlWdrtqzI/s1600-h/Leifeild+Titans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BEi2AwMaI/AAAAAAAAALk/sThlWdrtqzI/s320/Leifeild+Titans.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165704137998872994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Have fun Conner. " Robin laughs.  What did I deserve to deserve this?    After spending one afternoon here I'm scared. There are dudes here with names like Badrock and Shaft and one dude is even named Deathblow sounds like some awful porn.   And they are in teams with Names like Youngblood, and Deathspank or other weird names.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay I made up Deathspank at least I think I did.  Any way People here all stand weird I don't think the girls have spines. And well everybody hides their feet for some reason. And If I see one more freaking pouch on someone's costume. I'm going to hurt someone.  I wonder how the Titans are doing with my doppelganger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile   “Okay Kon do your chores." Robin orders.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BKo2AwMbI/AAAAAAAAALs/cfNZ4rFCXWs/s1600-h/Kon+Leifield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BKo2AwMbI/AAAAAAAAALs/cfNZ4rFCXWs/s320/Kon+Leifield.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165710838147854770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huuurrr Superboy will do chores!" &lt;br /&gt;“Well at least he takes orders better than our Conner." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outside   "Superboy wash cars by throwing them into lake!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Robin slaps his forehead. "Bruce is gonna kill me." &lt;br /&gt;  Then Liefield Superboy turns his attention To Wonder girl " Huur. Snoo snoo!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What is that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Superboy is happy in pants!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wondergirl kicks him in the groin. "Arrgh! Now Superboy is sad in pants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now back to Kon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh man I was exploring here and met the Hulk here.  He has some kinda weird bad hairrcurt (Even worse than normal Hulk.)  And he wears no pants!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BM3WAwMcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gu7DpDxnjjk/s1600-h/Liefeld+Huk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BM3WAwMcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Gu7DpDxnjjk/s320/Liefeld+Huk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165713286279213506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me repeat that The Hulk here is naked it's creepy! Also I think this Universe's Cassie wants me. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BNWmAwMdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1ziISo8zcLI/s1600-h/Liefield+Cassie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BNWmAwMdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1ziISo8zcLI/s320/Liefield+Cassie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165713823150125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt; At least I think that's what "unh" means. I mean I don't speak deformed cavewoman speak. But there is no way in hell I'd hit that, unless it was with a bat. I hate it here. Please I want to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5472618026267548279?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5472618026267548279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5472618026267548279' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5472618026267548279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5472618026267548279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/02/kon-leifielded.html' title='Kon: Leifielded!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R7BEi2AwMaI/AAAAAAAAALk/sThlWdrtqzI/s72-c/Leifeild+Titans.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-845710278439677534</id><published>2008-01-30T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:21:18.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Trainin' with Blue beetle</title><content type='html'>She told Supergirl she doesn’t want her as a friend anymore, and just told her to leave her alone forever.  Gah!  I have to live around Kara, and my girlfriend pulls a bad move like this. Oh yeah dinner at the Kents is gonna be real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Any way I was flying by were Titans Tower used to be and saw Beetle just sitting there staring at the hole. I get him and take him to the Batcave blindfolded because I ain't sure Jaime knows about Batman's other identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And of course when we get there Robin is crabby.  “You brought him here, But what about..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " He was blindfolded dude. Don’t get your Bat panties in a bunch. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He makes a growling noise. " Conner Batman is not going to like this. Besides you can't talk about panties Captain Codpiece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I had a codpiece in one costume get over it dude. Wait why did you even look there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You looked like you wore a big red diaper we all laughed at you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Which is why I wear the jeans now."  I shrug  " We've all had bad costume choices so really none of us can talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “My costume is cool." Miss Martian smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Anyway Conner " Robin starts at me again. " You need to think before you act." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like you?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Exactly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " And ya don't think that maybe telling a girl that wants to break up with you that you two have to stay together to stop the bad future from coming is thinking a bit too much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His eyes go wide.  " Cass told you that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yup." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He turns read and storms off. " Wait don't go I dunno how to Turn Bats' trainer on!" I shout but he's already out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well this doesn't look very complicated."  I say to myself. As I look at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beetle gives me this odd look.  “Are you sure you know what you're doing Kon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hey ya need trainin' am I right? Well this turns on the holo-training thing Bats has.    I... think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Miss Martian interrupts. “I um don't think that's the trainer. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Of course it is." I start pushing buttons. This noise goes all through the cave but not from the holo-trainer.  All the suddent this thing that looks like a big metal donut starts glowing at the center and these things start jumping out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A bunch land on my face.  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R6E_EaJunLI/AAAAAAAAALU/AYdFgUooW0k/s1600-h/fraggles..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R6E_EaJunLI/AAAAAAAAALU/AYdFgUooW0k/s320/fraggles..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161475992915451058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Aaah! What are they?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “I don't know but they all just keep coming." Beetle shouts. “They’re all over the place!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “They’re sooo cute can I keep them?" Megan squeals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I just hope Bats don't know about this.!" I answer. As if on cue he comes outta the a door with these weird things all over him. he pushes me out of the way and turns off the metal donut. “Do not touch the dimensional portal! Now gather up all of these rodents, so we can send them back to where they came from. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " But... There’s gotta be a least a hundred of 'em."  I protest. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Then you better get started. or did you forget you're Superboy? Also Beetle Martian girl help him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “We didn't do it. "Beetle whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “And you didn't stop him." Batman answers.  And he leaves the room after shaking off all the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sigh looks like I better get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Van-El stares at a modern art Statue in West City Park. “Man it looks like. "  It looks like a robot made out of scrap metal, man when is Vella gettin' here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " of course a philistine like you wouldn't be able to appreciate the artist expression of his pain. " a voice behind Van states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “Dude mind you're own.... Match! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R6FG76JunMI/AAAAAAAAALc/tbIvjhTMuts/s1600-h/Match1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R6FG76JunMI/AAAAAAAAALc/tbIvjhTMuts/s320/Match1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484642979585218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yes" he lands a devatating right hook that sends Van across the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard, cough cough! That You were turned into a Bizarro!"  Van spits out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Match smiles. “My stupid days are a thing of the past,now I think there are three too many Superboy clones, And in the end there will be only one me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-845710278439677534?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/845710278439677534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=845710278439677534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/845710278439677534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/845710278439677534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/01/kon-trainin-with-blue-beetle.html' title='Kon: Trainin&apos; with Blue beetle'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R6E_EaJunLI/AAAAAAAAALU/AYdFgUooW0k/s72-c/fraggles..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-717999909963858005</id><published>2008-01-21T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:43:47.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superboy's clone: Dating</title><content type='html'>Cassie called me the other day and asked Vella and I would like to double date with her and Kon. “You know... What do I call you anyway? Well any way Conner doesn't like you much. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug Yeah he's been a jerk about the name thing he promised to be Superboy red then turns around and calls him self Kon-El, When I call my self Superboy he runs around yellin' he's the one and only Superboy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well don't worry about it we'll get you two talking SB, Conner's just mad at Cadmus and taking it out on you. But we'll get it though his thick head you're like brothers or something. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay thanks Cass. " Next second I feel my powers go out, and I start coughing like crazy. What the hell is going on it's getting worse. Well I met Vel, and Cassie where they asked me to meet them, The Metropolis Arena. It's some kind of Metahuman Wrestling federation. Vella and Cassie were sitting in the front row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon was no where to be seen. I tried to talk to Vel, but she was way into the wrestling maybe a little too much. What little I remember of saiyans before my ... I mean Kon's death is that they love fighting. Apparently even fake fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and Vella, and Cassie kept whispering to each other about how hot some of the wrestlers were. Yeah this is what you wanna hear on a date. Then all the sudden some dude who has a skull face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps yelling about how the Television Champion is a wimp, and will not put up his championship. All the sudden the Teen Titans theme song comes up over the speakers then it changes to Some song about how Evolution is a mystery, and lines in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uh -oh he changed his the theme song Tim's not going to like that. " Cassie moaned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella shrugged. “Does he even care? It's not like Kon hasn't done worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kon?" I ask and yup it's him running out into the wrestling ring and playing to the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrestled the match pretty well, I mean very well, and when I fought him a while back he fought very differently he had skills, not just punching and kicking, I bet all that training from Robin every time he gets in trouble has actually made him a pretty good fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he won the match, we all go back stage Kon and Skull guy are acting friendly. Not like in the ring. " Yeah and when ya get this belt We'll have a big rivalry goin' put some butts in the seats It's gonna be awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie interrupts him." You were great out there, babe. ready for dinner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yup. Hey Vella what're you doing here?" He looks over at me. “Oh great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was strained the girls were chatting about stuff while Kon Glared at me . Finally I shout. “Hey! It’s not my fault I was cloned!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah whatever pal But Vella? I know what' you're thinkin' of doing with her, And If you hurt her in anyway, there can be only one got me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What ya gotta thing for her?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope she's my friend, and I don't want you hurtin' her is all. Meh I'm not hungry anymore let's go Cassie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest of the night, Me and Vella played at an arcade in the mall and wandered around it until they closed. Then I took her back to the Legacy house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want to come come in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are ya sure that's a good idea?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I really like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say what happened next was great, I mean she was really wild, but she seemed to know what she was doing Which I was lead to believe she wouldn't. Then she mumbled something In her sleep that made it all too clear a name "Jason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been with Jason Todd? I as fallin' for her and that Bastard just had to change his mind, and Go after her when she was interested in me. I'm going to put him in the grave again. Screw what Batman thinks. He lets this mad dog run around without a leash, Well he's about to be put down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, and leave Vella's Room I see what I think it’s Vegeta, I'm cared for a second, and what the hell is he doing here? Then I notice the dude is younger, and taller, he grabs me by the throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the Hell did you do with my sister Kon?" Sister? She has a brother the same age as her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not Kon..." I barley squeak out before he starts hitting me, them my, or I mean Kon's ex Cassandra Cain, The Spoiler, some kid that looks like a young Tony Stark, Slobo. and Bart's clone Inertia, all pull this kid offa me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vincent no!" Batgirl orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Cass he..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!" I know that Cass Cain stare way to well. I leave so they can all settle down . Besides I gotta psycho former Robin to beat down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-717999909963858005?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/717999909963858005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=717999909963858005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/717999909963858005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/717999909963858005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/01/superboys-clone-dating.html' title='Superboy&apos;s clone: Dating'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6220283221081989151</id><published>2008-01-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:22:01.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Posts!</title><content type='html'>That's right the last post on my blog was the 100th. Though it was one of Kon's. Like a lot of posts on this blog, well he tends to have more time on his hands.  Actually he's kind of lazy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I told many of my friends and family the news and this is their response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois: “That’s great, dear.  Now help me get Chris off the ceiling." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: "Sugar Puffs together with Mountain Dew are awesome yay! I'm going to give some to Damien!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman: “Clark I really don't... Why is Damien all jittery?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kon-El: "Sweet are we gonna have a party? I'll bring the al... I mean soda. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Superboy clone of Conner :"Sweet are we gonna have a party? I'll bring the al... I mean soda. "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Supergirl: " I'll care about that when I figure out what my origin is! Was my dad a mad scientist that was obsessed with space phantoms? Did I kill my mother?  Or was Dad some kind of Kryptonian park ranger who was nice and my mom a scientists?&lt;br /&gt; Did I actually kill a whole bunch of my class mates? Or was I the popular girl in the schools? I don't know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Powergirl: “I know how you feel Kara. Oh and that's nice about the blob thing Superman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me: " Blog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Powergirl: "Whatever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hal Jordan:"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  Oh wait you're serious?  Jeez I guess life really is over after you're married.  I mean, Um good job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John Stewart: "Superman you have time to blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hawkman: "Raaar! " (Begins breaking things for some reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aquaman: " The power to talk to fish is very useful! I  am not a poor man's Namor! Love me !Respect me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Backs away slowly.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta: "Hmph Whatever Kal-El. I'm close to 500 posts, underachiever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku: “I’m hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ma: “Congratulations Clark! Now if you can help May parker Get Spider-man out of her house, and help him get him a job that would be great." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa:" What's a blog? Never mind that Clark. There are fields that need plowing I can't stand here jawin' all day. Unless you want to help that would be great. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Already done Pa!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa: "Now about my tractor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well that's it I would have put more but it looks like Pa is going to have me do chores all day. Sigh it's like I'm sixteen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6220283221081989151?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6220283221081989151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6220283221081989151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6220283221081989151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6220283221081989151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/01/100-posts.html' title='100 Posts!'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1088257940140437690</id><published>2008-01-03T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:20:36.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: The one and only Superboy</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting in  my room at Kent Farm. When Cassie sorta barges in. “Aren’t you looking for Justice?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Her Dad says She's on Draclon or Dracclcon. Well some planet with the name Dracula in it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Halloweeny." I respond.  “So what's up with you?  Didja miss me? Or is it something else?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You know I have telling when you lie down to a science by now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Huh?"  What did I do this time? Okay I put superglue onto Jericho’s chair... And I changed Beastboy's shampoo with blue hair dye, but they won't leave my Maxims alone. Besides that I can't think of anything I've done lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “You acted all okay with that clone of yourself, and your obviously not.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “How would you be if people you thought were friends made didn't trust you, and made a whole new you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And you should tell them that instead of sulking in here. It's not the clone's fault. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah yeah whatever. I'm goin' but not to Cadmus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Then where are you going?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “To blow off a little steam.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I fly around Metropolis until finally I find Loophole and a gang of losers robbin' a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Loophole is this guy that invented a wrist thingie that lets him walk through walls like Kitty Pryde.  Unlike Kitty Pryde, he's not very good at it, and he's ugly not a hot babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Well if it ain't my ol' buddy ."   I grin.  “We both know about how this will go you'll be lame I'll be awesome and you'll go back to jail so surrender 'kay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Superboy my old enemy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Well your not really part of my rouge's gallery. Your kinda an annoyance I inherited from Superman."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“That is if you’re the real Superboy, “Loop hole laughs.  “There have been rumors you aren't.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I shrug “At least there ain't a cyborg, a dude with weird glasses, an armored version, and a toddler all claimin' to be me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I knock out all his thugs and he tries to escape. He phases through this statue I heat vision the thingy and he ends up stuck in it.   The statue was of some dead superhero from world war two a girl super hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His head was solidified on top of the statue the rest of him was of him was stuck inside.    " Geez Loopie ya could have  waited until later to get in touch with your feminine side." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Bad jokes, and delight in humiliating me ... it is you isn't it?" He spits.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yup Kon-El the one and only Superboy. Accept no substitutes.  Legal limits apply not available in all states, your experience may vary, do not feed after midnight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “Shut up! Shut up! Just take me back to prison to now! At least there I can get away from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You may want me to TTK  you outta the statue ya really don't want me to turn you in lookin' like that I mean you don't want that kinda popularity in the joint, ya get what I'm sayin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Sigh. I hate you." He groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After takin' him to the police station I see on the news that my clone has been beaten by the Hobgoblin. The Hobgoblin? A dude that ripped off the Green Goblin beating someone wearing the S? He should be ashamed I think I'll go and take down Hobby to show everyone who's the real steel deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1088257940140437690?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1088257940140437690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1088257940140437690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1088257940140437690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1088257940140437690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2008/01/kon-one-and-only-superboy.html' title='Kon: The one and only Superboy'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8514322296122907787</id><published>2007-12-30T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:32:17.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Krypton! Two Conners.</title><content type='html'>Ever since Conner has come back from the dead he has been acting more like he did when he first escaped Cadmus.  I too have come back from the dead I know how traumatic it can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   His behavior has been getting on my nerves though.  So when I hear him arguing with someone I was a little bit irked . I fixed the broken bridge I was working on, and fly right to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I find he was fighting another him. So either Match is doing one of his monthly “pretend to be Conner “plans.  Which he hasn't done that often since he became a Bizarro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I separate the two of them, and after doing some tests we find that the new Kon was what he said he was a new clone created from Kon's old body with his memories up to the time he died implanted.  Just to be sure I checked his grave and the body was gone, though that could have been because the original Superboy was wished back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Okay I know I'm the original Superboy but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  While I leave the Conner’s arguing and giving batman and Robin headaches I go to find Project Cadmus.  If I had known they were going to pull something like this, I would have looked for them long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally I find them underneath Metropolis so they really haven't moved that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Director Cannon offers his hand “Nice to see you again Superman but I can guess at the reason for your visit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You cloned Superboy. I want to know why." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Because he's been dead this way he can live again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I glare. "He's been back for sometime." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He shook his head “Superman, I know you wanted him to be back, but that kid is an imposter you have to know that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “No he isn't. It has been confirmed by many people I trust with my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'He sighs. “You have to be suspicious of how he said he returned magic marbles that summon a dragon. Come on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Actually Conner never claimed that. It was Vegeta's oldest daughter that claimed that. But I'm not telling him that. “There is more in Heaven and Earth than is dreamt of in your philosophy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dr Serling Rouqette a former girlfriend of Kon's pipes in." Some of the things this Superboy has done, the real one wouldn't do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   “I’m sorry miss, but I knew him better than you, this Kon-El is the same Kon-El. He's just acting immature lately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Director Cannon shakes his head. “I wish it hadn't taken so long to figure out what Lex Luthor did to create him in the first place. We had his body ever since the Infinite Crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So we took his memories from the brain, but re cloning his body has been a bitch Each clone became a Bizarro, Until now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what's different this time?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dr. Roquette smiles “Trade secret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hm." I answer I don't like the fact they are hiding it. Could Luthor be back in bed with Cadmus?  I leave and return to Bruce's manor. I find the two Conners in good spirits .Actually getting along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Man this is great! Like havin' a twin." One of them in the black t-shirt says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So you two have made up." I state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Yeah." the one in the Blue and red costume laughs. "We figured out how to do this get ready for Superboy Blue!"  &lt;a href="http://img407.imageshack.us/my.php?image=konyjpo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/263/konyjpo7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And the one in T-shirt shrugs "I'll just stick with Kon-El." &lt;a href="http://img247.imageshack.us/my.php?image=konsmilesz5.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/4416/konsmilesz5.th.png" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " So your the one that's been back in the last year or so?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah and if he screws around on Cassie again I'm gonna smack him."  Superboy Blue states.  Rao I did not want to be reminded of the whole Superman Red, Superman Blue fiasco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Well I'm glad you two have figured this out your not both going to be on the Titans are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Nope.I'm stayin' on the Titans." Kon shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vella who's been staying around along with Spoiler, I'm not really sure what they're involment is in all of this. Asks the one in blue out. It takes all my super strength not to laugh at the thought of the look on Vegeta's face if he could see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Superboy Blue Grins. “I dunno. I mean  the last thing I remember was bein' with Cass, But ya know then he starts using his X-ray vision on her until I smack him.  "OW! Okay sure why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She squeals and runs out saying she was going to tell someone. Superboy Blue grins.  " Well things are lookin' up ,but I guess now I have to find a place to live I guess I could stay on With Cadmus as  a field agent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stephanie grins “You Know we could take on our team." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Nah. I don't wanna be on any teams right now. But thanks for the offer though." Then he starts coughing. "Man I can't believe how dusty this place is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Spoiler gives me an odd look. As the clone leaves. " Dust? In a place that has Alfred working in it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8514322296122907787?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8514322296122907787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8514322296122907787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8514322296122907787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8514322296122907787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-krypton-two-conners.html' title='Great Krypton! Two Conners.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1886634127642105881</id><published>2007-12-27T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:24:20.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how was my Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Not bad. It doesn't matter why I received What I enjoyed is the reactions of my friends, and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kara: That necklace she's been hinting about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chris: Those Hot Wheels race tracks, and some transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Conner: Speakers for his car though I don't know why, he has super hearing, and really shouldn't be carrying around that Wrestling Championship belt at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce: I enhanced his training room with Kryptonian technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana: alien battle armor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma And Pa: A formula that gave them my powers for a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lois: A night alone In New York City. &lt;a href="http://img184.imageshack.us/my.php?image=supeschristmasbh8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/8757/supeschristmasbh8.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope every one else had a Happy Holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1886634127642105881?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1886634127642105881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1886634127642105881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1886634127642105881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1886634127642105881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-how-was-my-christmas.html' title='So how was my Christmas?'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3615636990851448983</id><published>2007-12-16T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:03:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Livin' with the Legacy</title><content type='html'>So our giant "T" has been stolen. I still say it was some tea makin' company.   But oh well no one listens to me. Especially when I said I could just spend the night at the Kent Farm not everyone interrupts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all go there in the Jet that somehow didn't get jakked. I took a nap in the back and got this weird dream,  It as me wearing this black ring. But my face was zombie lookin' and I said " The Blackest Night is coming and I want my Soul!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “AAAAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Oh get off it Conner.” Robin sighs, "It's not that bad. Just stay out of Vincent's way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Raven gave me an odd look. “Some dreams can be prophetic young Conner."  And then we go into the Legacy House. It didn't start off well First Inertia Hand Beast boy had a wrestling match over the remote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe I should ask to work part time at the federation I work at? Nah. Inertia and Beast boy both would drool over the divas. I gotta work with these people. Any way it was quiet for a while after that I was eating a sandwich in the kitchen When Cass (Cain) and Vince walked in from different doors. They both stared at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Um hey... Cass how's it going?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " So we're taking it slow so I'll um go." Vincent stutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " No. you.. Don’t.. Have to... um..." Then they started making out.&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cassvincekisswo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/3008/cassvincekisswo7.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man! I'm tryin' to eat here!  When clothes started gettin' torn I ran outta there. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I hid in the room they gave me for a while. But it's the Question's old room, and it creepy. That and I used some kinda hair gel, and when I accidentally stepped on a canister and gas came out of it my hair changed color. I now have brown hair arggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that's gonna were off.  I run to one of the showers, and I see a blonde female form. Cool I think I can surprise Cassie (Sandsmark.)  I open the curtain, and “Stephanie!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Was  her response Then she started throwing towels at me .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry! Sorry!"  I yell running. Back to Question's creepy room it is then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About fifteen minutes later. I hear a knock on the door and a angry heartbeat I know it's Tim right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Before ya break out the Green K Rob, let just say it was an accident!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “You saw Steph Naked!” He kicks down the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I know it was a mistake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I haven't see her naked and you have?"  He hollers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Ya really should. " I say. “Wait that came out wrong. Besides that's the same as you dating Cassie while I was dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His face goes red. “How’s that the same?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well it's similar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Rob wanders off mumbling about gettin' even. Oh Man this is gonna be a bad night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3615636990851448983?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3615636990851448983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3615636990851448983' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3615636990851448983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3615636990851448983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/12/kon-livin-with-legacy.html' title='Kon: Livin&apos; with the Legacy'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-7791165873055932129</id><published>2007-12-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:40:59.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Search for Spoiler</title><content type='html'>I was woke up with the screaming of “Titans Together!" And Of course I say my first thing dumb thing of the morning. “Not now Jessica Simpson." Cassie smacks me in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? I'm up. What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes “Let’s just go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems Robin and Rose got some kind of feeling that Spoiler was kidnapped by Deathstroke. Rose I kind sort of see since she has a bit of precog ability, but since when did Tim go all "Deadzone" on us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We have to go to Bludhaven." Rob said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey since we're doin' the whole psychic thing we can make a killin' at the lottery. " I joke, Cass elbows me in the gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This isn't the time for fun Conner God knows what Slade is doing to Stephanie. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pat him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry bud we'll get her back and put Slade in traction for a while. No offense Rose, and Joey." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose snorts "As long as I get to put him in traction, I don't care. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all load up into the jet and fly to Bludhaven. Oh joy Bludhaven again. Huh. Truns out Robin was right since there was like big green glowing giant monkeys fighting with Super villains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find Batgirl wrestling with Slade And I think Slade was a little too happy about that if ya know what I mean. The Titans join the battle with the Legacy guys and gals. Seems so weird them bein' in a fight without Question , and Saiyaman hovering around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent knocks Mammoth off of himself and glares at me. “You!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Vincent pal this ain't the time...” His fist interrupts me my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondergirl shouts at Batgirl. “Get your pet off of my boyfriend! We're on the same side here. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batgirl Kind of mutters like usual. “Vincent.. Is as.. Human as Kon. Besides.. I can't stop him when he gets like this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right!" Wonder girl growls knocking out Titania’s. “You know I'm still a little mad at that affair you had with Conner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathstroke smiles under his mask. “Seems you little heroes can't get along." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was weirdest was Spoiler was fighting Robin, and hitting on anything that moved man she must be on that serum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me and Vincent were wrestling in the sky she yells “Yeah baby! Now rip each others shirts off!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Shouts Steph this isn't you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw don't be jealous Boy Wonderful there's plenty of me to go around.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was distracted by that I mean gross. And I get Vince's knee in my gut. " Now feel my true power bastard." He laughs. He then turns into this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R1ystLru6lI/AAAAAAAAALM/dowCCEdE7UQ/s1600-h/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R1ystLru6lI/AAAAAAAAALM/dowCCEdE7UQ/s320/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142174766780574290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know the dude is mega strong and throwing me through what's left of buildings like I was a rag doll. I Blast him with Heat Vision and I freeze breathe him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he breaks out of the ice I feel that power surge again and a massive TK blast knocks him away. I smile. " Touchdown." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up and I dropkick the saiyan he flies several feet and when he gets to his he gets a Superboy special DDT. When I do the DX chop, he punches me in the groin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Clone idiot!" Vince sneers. “You deserve all this pain and more for that robot!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Huff. " Ya really love Cass Cain Don't cha?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes this noise like pfft!" Which is Vegetaese for " He knows I feel things! Quick act like a dick!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parasite grabs onto both of us. Where the heck did he come from? He saps out some of our energy, and then something happens and it explodes out of him leaving ol' Rudy ko'd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Heh. Looks like our energies ain't compatible." I smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I could have told you that. " Vincent growls. “Now we've wasted enough time here eat this bean, and we'll help save Spoiler.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are we good now?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I hurt you. You hurt me just don't make no more Batgirl love bots and we'll be fine. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beleive me I ain't doing that anymore." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Good. Eat the bean it'll heal you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't lying I wonder where he gets these things. Ah well never mind back to the bad guy fightin'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-7791165873055932129?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/7791165873055932129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=7791165873055932129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7791165873055932129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7791165873055932129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/12/kon-search-for-spoiler.html' title='Kon: Search for Spoiler'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R1ystLru6lI/AAAAAAAAALM/dowCCEdE7UQ/s72-c/Supersaiyan4+Vince.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3771585104443722237</id><published>2007-12-05T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:07:53.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>I usually don't care about the toys that are made with my likeness.Usually as long as they do not have lead paint on them They don't cross my mind. Some of them are okay. Others are a little strange. Then there are a few that are so horrific. That I have to do a double take when I see them and this is one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R1btphmi15I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pRgxnw3xe2s/s1600-h/creepy+supes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R1btphmi15I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pRgxnw3xe2s/s320/creepy+supes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140557322340456338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like he was attacked by a makeup monster and enjoyed it, Or he's getting in touch with his feminine side. Or more accurately his cheap hooker side. Who the heck authorized this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me this might be some kind of plot by an enemy of mine to make me look foolish likely the Prankster or the Toy Man. Either way I'm making a bonfire for all of these I find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3771585104443722237?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3771585104443722237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3771585104443722237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3771585104443722237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3771585104443722237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R1btphmi15I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pRgxnw3xe2s/s72-c/creepy+supes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8485901386252645386</id><published>2007-11-29T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:33:23.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah!</title><content type='html'>Okay I know the whole Cass bot was a bad idea, I get it. But in my defense I did go days without sleep before thinkin' of it. And Cassandra Cain is pretty much the only one who isn't pissed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HS thinks his punishment is bad. Washing windows at SHIELD HQ? Pfft! I had to clean the Intergalactic Zoo in Superman's fortress you do not wanna see the droppings of the metal eatin' monster believe me. And I gotta keep dodgin' the Starro, and The Black Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also I gotta clean the bottle city of Kandor. Not the bottle the damned city itself.   And Of course I'm shrunk down in it with no powers. Oh and finally the most fun of all Training with Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well not really trainin' per say it's just an excuse for Bats to wail on me for an hour in a red sun room. And since he read my blog comments and saw me dissin' him well he's added Adamantinum gloves for extra fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Now that I was finally able to go back to the tower, and just deal with the lesser of two evils Robin, well I wasn't expecting him to &lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/2007/11/woo-hoo-i-asked-steph-out-and-she-said.html"&gt; Poke me with a broom or bake a lasagna just to throw at me.  Robin and his danged tasty tasty revenge.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I hadn't laughed when he said he was a virgin though. I mean that was mean. Even though I can't figure out how that happened. I mean the bat family, have girls all over them.  Look At Bats last week at this Christmas charity event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08OQEcFOiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ESNaT4mVZic/s1600-h/batmanmc1xa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08OQEcFOiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ESNaT4mVZic/s320/batmanmc1xa8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138341369085245986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then there's chicks like Tarantula, and Talia who just take what they want  from Bats and Nightwing. Even Jason Todd has Vella running around after him. Let me restate Red Hood, Who dressed like an evil tootsie roll pop, has a girl stalking him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I was talking to Kara bout this, she rolled her eyes. "You know Conner tim Thinks before he leaps unlike you if you weren’t half Kryptonian I don't doubt you'd have a thousand STDs now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I glare. " Your one to talk. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "  Hey when your evil father uses you as a weapon you can talk Kon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Um hello? Lex? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She shakes her head. "Rao! We are screwed up. But hey, I learned from my mistakes you just seem to keep making the same ones over and over. Also Tim is just waiting for the right one nothing wrong with that. Unlike you who has to keep hurting miss right for whatever reason." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tryin' to hurt Wondergirl it's just that... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm interrupted by this blonde dude who says. "Excuse me?"&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08bqUcFOkI/AAAAAAAAALE/aS0nKMe6rMI/s1600-h/Ben+Reily.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08bqUcFOkI/AAAAAAAAALE/aS0nKMe6rMI/s320/Ben+Reily.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138356113707973186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hey rude Starbucks customer guy leave me.. Wait do I know you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes. It's been a long time  Kid. Glad you got rid of the bowl haircut. Though I miss the leather jacket. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " It wasn't a bowl Ben, it was a fade and it was better than that hoodie you used to wear, Though I must admit your Spidey costume was awesome. So your back from the dead too huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yeah, and of all people I have Booster Gold to thank for that.  I'll tell you about it sometime. though I'm here now for a bit of a recruitment drive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Supergirl makes a coughing sound. "Want to introduce me Conner?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Yeah sure this is Ben Reilly, Aka The Scarlet Spider. Another clone, though he's A Spidey clone so he's a bit hated and all that and he owes me a rematch for the fight he cheated in  when he beat me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I did not cheat Kid you blundered on your own." He protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Okay so recruitment for a job? Me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ben sighs. "No. I wanted to have you along but the boss wanted your cousin. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh and who's the Boss?" He's outside.  We go to see him and why am I not surprised?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08YukcFOjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7XjXW209jCc/s1600-h/Bats..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08YukcFOjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7XjXW209jCc/s320/Bats..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138352888187533874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I told you not to bring him into this Scarlet Spider!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  Outta What?"  I ask. " let me guess this something Superman wouldn't like isn't it?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Hh." he responds "  Most likely, although it needs to done. Clark will just have to deal with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " And what's it?"  I ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " I had considered you Conner. You have Impressed me with some things like defeating Vincent at the tournament. Capturing Black Zero, and several other villains, though your blatant immaturity has outweighed that. The constant womanizing, the putting up billboards that spread lies about Robin. The dancing with Stephanie while you had a noble goal, you went about it the wrong way putting Robin in an emotinal crisis.and finally, The Batgirl love bot. You've proven to me that you aren't ready to graduate from the Titans yet, in fact you may need to be demoted to the Power Pack so you can be around others of your own emotional level. Kara you on the other hand have impressed me. You are ready." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " What 're you quittin' the JLA Again?" I query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No. I am staying in the JLA the less you know about what I’m doing the better. Conner. Kara? What is your answer?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Tell me what your offering Bruce and we'll talk ."  She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Fine meet me at the Batcave." he starts walking over to the Batwing With Ben in tow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "So what does Tim think about you recruiting from his team eh?" I yell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "He doesn't know, and when he does he'll just have to deal with it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Damn. Looks like Bats is in full jerk mode again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8485901386252645386?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8485901386252645386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8485901386252645386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8485901386252645386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8485901386252645386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah.html' title='Ah!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R08OQEcFOiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ESNaT4mVZic/s72-c/batmanmc1xa8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2184307847257858634</id><published>2007-11-23T20:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:33:54.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arena of stupid</title><content type='html'>Somehow me and Batman were taken to some place between realities to battle other versions of ourselves. While we waited to battle he complained the whole time to me about Conner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What he did was irresponsible,and borderline psychotic. Building a love bot is something Lex Luthor would do not Superman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes. " He's not Lex. He just doesn't think before he acts a lot of times. He's being punished so stop worrying about it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Perhaps you should try to figure out why he keeps acting out." Batman growls. " Hell Kara is now beginning to act more normal ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little offense at that. Sure Supergirl had a rough time fitting in when she first came to the planet. But she's gotten past her issues, and is doing quite well now days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So. How's Jason doing these days?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's a low blow Clark." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can respond, It's my turn to fight. All the alternate versions of me I fought were strange .. to say the least.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e1I3HuVMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o5qmw0rXG94/s1600-h/Supergoof.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e1I3HuVMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o5qmw0rXG94/s320/Supergoof.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136273063879267522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e2H3HuVNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icsLiCbsULQ/s1600-h/Mighty+Mouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e2H3HuVNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/icsLiCbsULQ/s320/Mighty+Mouse.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274146211026130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e2yXHuVOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uJyFuWQ2Vvc/s1600-h/Weird+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e2yXHuVOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uJyFuWQ2Vvc/s320/Weird+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136274876355466466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would miss fighting Ultraman, Nazi Superman, Or Soviet Superman. I wish I knew what the point of fighting these other "Supermen" is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2184307847257858634?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2184307847257858634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2184307847257858634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2184307847257858634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2184307847257858634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/arena-of-stupid.html' title='Arena of stupid'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/R0e1I3HuVMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o5qmw0rXG94/s72-c/Supergoof.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3044847524938105425</id><published>2007-11-17T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:47:35.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Misadaventures in Ghost busting finale</title><content type='html'>HS tried to talk me outta my brilliant idea. " Kon girls are sensitive about that kind of thing dude Cass will think it's a violation. And Shiara.... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude Cass Don't even know what the word violation means. Things that would bother most chicks don't even register to her. Besides I got 'er permission before doin' this she said and I quote As... long.. as I don't have... to touch Zero . Also with Shiara you are whipped buddy. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She's okay with a robot that looks like her doing it with a dead guy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yup ." I shrugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyes me suspiciously. " Did she understand what you were saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uh huh. And once again she said as long as she didn't have to do it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Have you ever thought about how Zero is gonna accomplish this? I mean he's intangible. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I did but with all the time I've been havin' not bein' able to sleep. I kinda forgot what I came up with. I look over to some Robin robot that Supergirl built so she can destroy it every time he gave her an order she didn't like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" He can use the Robin bot, Ya know possess it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS slaps his face. " That's wrong in so many ways." I keep thinking there was something Supes told me not put in the robots I build but I can't remember what.Damn exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the with the bot I fly to Titans' Tower. I convince Zero to possess the Robin bot. And we HS,and Cass bot in San Fransisco. Zero/ Robin Bot puts lame moves on on the Cass bot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter she liked it. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rz_u4FVrTKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fpeFmpcS20o/s1600-h/Batgirl+Robin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rz_u4FVrTKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fpeFmpcS20o/s320/Batgirl+Robin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134084747498835106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They apparently made a spectacle of themselves. There were people yelling " I thought those two were... eeeeew!" I guess they don't know the real Batgirl, and Robin ain't really kin just both adopted by Bats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really got why Rob never went for it. Instead he fixes her up with antisocial half saiyan. If it was fear of Batman, or if he really thought of her as a sister. That or she ain't interested either way no reason to punish her with with fixing her up with That Vincent loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and HS go back to Titan's Tower , and start playing the new Smackdown VS Raw game. My Kon character was beating HS' character when Wonder Girl Rushes in. " Okay Conner what did you do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know ya've been made Titan's Leader until Rob comes back but..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glares." That's the problem I know for certain Robin and Batgirl are both in Gotham. And yet they are on television, making a porno on the San Fransisco roof tops, It's all over the news right now! And I know you Conner. You have something to do with it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay I made a  Cass Bot and Zero is in side the Robin Bot. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Great Hera Conner! That's so sick! HS Why did you let him do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I tried to talk him out of it." HS complains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie, changes the channel to show us the  grossness I don't wanna see that. But for some reason That Future Kid that had threatened Black Zero sometime back was there. He pulls Robin bot off of Cass Bot and sneers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A robot, eh? I don't know who it is that's decided to lure me out with this insult. But I will do to them what I do to you!" He rips the Robin Bot in two. And the Zero Ghost stands there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey Mister that's my girlfriend, and you interrupted a tender moment. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cain stares. " Huh. Mother never mentioned you. She mentioned some guy that was called Black Wind she had a crush on Kon-El, my father and a couple of others but not you. Why do you suppose that it is spirit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She was too hurt after my death?" He stutters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I doubt that. " Cain snorts. " Anyway that is not my mother , but a mockery it has no life force. But as for you Dragon Flame!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost sets on fire. Cain sneers. " It's magic fire it can even hurt you there is only one way to stop it. Move on to the next plane of existence! Reincarnate go to Heaven or Hell or whatever I don't care! Just leave this world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost vanishes then Cain looks at the Cass Cain Bot. Who whines "I liked that Why did you stop it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just makes the saiyan growl. " One of the few people who didn't treat me like some kind of beast, and your very existence mocks her. I will not have it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember what that part was I wasn't supposed to put in was. It gave the Cass Cain Bot superhuman strength This just pissed off the hybrid dude. Who became a supersaiyan. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0ADT1VrTLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wccMAMIdQs8/s1600-h/Cain+SS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0ADT1VrTLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wccMAMIdQs8/s320/Cain+SS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134107214472760498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blasted the robot with something called a " Big Bang Attack." Then he stares at the news camera. " Whoever is responsible for this I will find you ! And you will feel my wrath!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and HS Both do that gulping thing you do when when your scared. The look in his eyes was freaky. Insane freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder girl sighs. " Perfect you two ticked off a psychopath. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Me?" HS shouts. " I didn't do anything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey there's no way Bruce can trace it back to us. We got away Scott free. " I reassure. Until we hear this " Ahem." behind us. We turn and see our dads! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0AGsFVrTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YA4znfRnCiM/s1600-h/Angry+dads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/R0AGsFVrTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YA4znfRnCiM/s320/Angry+dads.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134110929619471554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3044847524938105425?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3044847524938105425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3044847524938105425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3044847524938105425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3044847524938105425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-misadaventures-in-ghost-busting.html' title='Kon: Misadaventures in Ghost busting finale'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rz_u4FVrTKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fpeFmpcS20o/s72-c/Batgirl+Robin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3349561244232978994</id><published>2007-11-14T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:12:40.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: misadventures in ghost busting part 2</title><content type='html'>Ya know Bludhaven wasn't that awesome when it was still built up. It was like Gotham's ugly sister. Now it's a big hole in the ground, with the stench of Chemo Everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling out bodies and burying them at super speed , With HS continually going " Nope! No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pieces of Chemo attacked me . They just jumped off the bodies And engulfed me. HS burned them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kon Are you alright?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! it's horrible!" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you hurt? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No it ruined my favorite shirt!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner be serious." HS moans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's kinda hard to do dude with this needle in the haystack thing we're doin'. No way we can find Zero's body to bury it in hey... wait a second." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is it Conner? You got something?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah I think so, If Cass' old apartment is still there I think we'll find loser's body." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead HS to the area, and we throw a bunch of rubble. outta the way until we get inta what was left of Batgirls's old apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't see him anywhere Kon." HS States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmmm. " I start rubbing my chin. " If I was a loser stalker who couldn't get any Where would I be if I was in the object of my obsession's apartment?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know dude You'd have to be pretty perverted to even think Like Zero." HS thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eureka!" I shout " The underwear drawer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk though the corridor and I use TTK Clear away the last of the rubble and melted stuff and lo and behold There is a skeleton in Bad clothes holding a bra in one hand and panties up to his face in the other. What a weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well we found it! on to the burial! Old chum!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why do you do that?" HS asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You've never seen my dad slip caffeine pills in Batman's decaf coffee using his speed have you?" I smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." Hs Admits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well he talks like that when he's on a caffeine high calling Robin Old Chum And yelling to The Batpoles it's hilarious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay Pal. Let's bury this guy and get out of this pit. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bury the body and put up a head stone. I burn " Loser into it with my Heatvision and HS rolls his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to Titan's tower. And find not only Zero ghost still there, being lame. But Robin hiding behind my entertainment center. With Kara on on my chair looking confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kara do I even wanna know what's goin' on in here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I just walked up to Robin and said hi. He ran in here and hid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug." Bat family issues? Hey rob! Whatcha doin?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Is that &lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-fought-crazy-mercernaries.html"&gt; Steph &lt;/a&gt; out there?" &lt;br /&gt;He looks worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Kara." My cousin from Krypton." He comes out and Wonder Girl walks in to the door. " AAh! Steph!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay. " Cassie shakes her head. " What's with him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dunno, As you can see I still have the ghost. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Life is meaningless." The ghost states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya aren't even livin!" I shout. " What will it take to get rid of you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I want what you stole from me a night with Cassandra , the other one not the blonde." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! " Cassie yells. " Why not? Wait what am I saying ? Your weird. I don't care if you like me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin shrieks from under my bed now, Yeah he's gonna have to leave there soon. " You are not touching my little sister emo!" Ya know it's times like this I miss Bart he would enjoy this chaos. I call HS over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Okay huddle like in football. He wants Cassie Cain I say we give her to him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude I am not pimping out my uncle's girlfriend to a dead guy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say your uncle's girlfriend pal.The Cassie Cain he'll be gettin' busy with ain't the one that's in West City Or in Gotham I can't keep up where she is any way it won't be that one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't follow Conner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll explain on the way to the Fortress of Solitude. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3349561244232978994?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3349561244232978994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3349561244232978994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3349561244232978994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3349561244232978994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-misadventures-in-ghost-busting-part.html' title='Kon: misadventures in ghost busting part 2'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-9199577369629986071</id><published>2007-11-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:54:48.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misadventures in ghostbusting part one.</title><content type='html'>So HS says an angel can help us huh? I know an Angel who used to be on the JLA Zauriel.I jump up and grab him because ya know every time heroes meet we gotta fight first. He zaps me with some magic and I fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why did you attack me? I'm telling Superman how you treated me! " he flies off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kon, if you wanted him to help us why did you attack?" HS shakes his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It's superhero etiquette first ya fight then ya team up. Someone forgot to tell Zauriel ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hs rolls his eyes. " perhaps we should try something else Kon, do you know where Zero's body is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a second." No, but i know someone who might. The chick I "stole" from from him Batgirl. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya know Kon we could have avoided all of this if you didn't do the whole one night stand , love and leave ' em thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah yeah! On to West City faithful Sidekick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs. " Do you want me to help you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sure." I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Then don't call me sidekick." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile " Sure old chum!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Let's go You know I like you better when you actually sleep." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah when we get rid of of whiny, I'll stop that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what's weird about Team Legacy's House? It ain't that well Superheroish. ya know the X-men ,Avengers, and Batman all live in these mansions. While Legacy just lives in a house. Maybe Nightwing coulda helped them gave them a big giant "L " to live in or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we knock on the door and it just kinda opens me and HS think evil giant avocado monster or prissy supervillian attack. Nope It was just Gwen leaves the door open when she goes outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we walk into this room to find Stephanie and Cassandra dancing. when Steph dips Cass I yell " Woah! I always knew you two were an item!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler gets my hopes up with. "Yes you came in right before we were about shower together, and have a pillow fight in our underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. Then Cassandra has to destroy my fantasy with. Um.. I love Vincent.. And um.. How would we um.. you don't have a ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Stephanie answers with. " Cass. Don't worry about it. I'm just messing with these two's tiny boy minds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirk. " You know Cass if your curious I have some DVDs... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She interrupts me and asks me what I was doing there. " well what can you tell us about Zero?" HS interrupts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bad kisser... " Cass starts with her looking for words thing. . " I was.. younger.. dumb. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. " Yeah that's why ya spent your first time with me right? I'm a good kisser." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes." My ego soars. " Your just bad at... everything else. " And it plummets to floor , and is beaten to death. " Why do you care about Zero?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" His ghost is haunting me. " I explain. " And my bud HS says we should try to find his body and bury it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cass Starts sobbing. " He's.. at Bludhaven.. With all the others... I couldn't save them.. I left to find my mother. .. " She then wanders sulks off to her cave hideout. I know how it feels when you can't save someone like me failing to save Tana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to pretend I wasn't bothered. " Ya know Steph I see why Tim likes ya ." After she lectures me on upsetting Cass then we fly off before Vincent with his supersaiyan jealousy decides to show up. Or Inertia, well if he ever found his way off Bizarro World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly a little further. And HS catches up . " Hey what happened to you bck there? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What do ya mean?" I try to avoid the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I mean after Cass was talking about not being able to save Bludhaven you went all weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " The first woman I loved was murdered. Ya know after losing evreyone from Spoiler to all her friends at Bludhaven I can see why Cass decided to get one of them back. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you want to talk about it?" he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No not really. " I change the subject. " Rao this is gonna be tough. Finding one body in that crater of the dead Bludhaven has become." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well we could try something else. " HS Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nah. We'd likely end up doin' this anyway . " I grin. " On to Bludhaven Old Chum!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head. " This is going to be a long trip."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-9199577369629986071?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/9199577369629986071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=9199577369629986071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9199577369629986071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/9199577369629986071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/misadventures-in-ghostbusting-part-one.html' title='Misadventures in ghostbusting part one.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3211724850307464991</id><published>2007-11-06T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:41:52.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Hey HS..</title><content type='html'>So HS is angstin' bout his dad being reverted mentally to a seventeen year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And he doesn't.. know mom thinks I'm crazy and worse he keeps trying to go back into his own Universe...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh uh huh..ZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner! Hey Conner! Am I boring you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eh? Wha? Aw no man, It's just that hey ya know magic and stuff right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah a little why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. "Sweet maybe ya can help me out with a problem pal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take him to Titans' tower, and of course Ravager whistles at him as usual not that it matters.. Because she don't matter.  I open up my room. " That. Can ya get rid of it? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/robin-thinks-he-has-problems-with-dead.html"&gt; "A crying ghost of some dude?" &lt;/a&gt; HS asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah. He constantly whines, cries , and he won't let me sleep. Please can ya do something?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3211724850307464991?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3211724850307464991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3211724850307464991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3211724850307464991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3211724850307464991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/kon-hey-hs.html' title='Kon: Hey HS..'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1923615985383784506</id><published>2007-11-04T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:43:58.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin thinks he has problems with dead?</title><content type='html'>So Tim Comes in yelling. &lt;a href="http://gothamswings.blogspot.com/2007/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html"&gt; "The dead are talking to me!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your lucky they are just talking to you." I sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh?" Robin asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" They aren't appearing in front of ya, or yellin' at ya are they?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um No." He responds. "Conner Are you feeling okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Come with me Tim. I lead him to room and show him the annoying ghost that's been haunting me for weeks. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You Took Cassandra's Virginity!" " the tattooed loser ghost yelled pointing at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Which one?" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hey! I saw this kid in Bludhaven." Robin rubs his chin. " Yeah Your Cass' Ex. the loser.That I wanted to beat up!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. "I can see why he is pretty whiny. So the Cass he dated was Cain right? what's this douche's name. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zero." Tim said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" BWHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! Ah jeez the name describes the guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost whines at me again. " She made out with me than had sex with you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. " Well I ain't a tattooed whiner, And if your ghost is any indication ya didn't take baths in life. And there's one big difference between us dude. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah?" the ghost looks up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm hot dude." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You wish Conner!" Ravager walks by yelling. " that and your extremely tiny downstairs!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to tell people this? " It ain't true! Cass lied about that!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn my attention back to loser ghost. " Why ain't ya hauntin' Cass herself or Vincent? I mean I only had the one time with her. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah and ya almost turned her off guys small fry!" Ravager chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There ain't no way her boyfriend is that much bigger than me!" I yell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your slutty cousin took pictures of him back when they dated.  , and yeah he is." Ravager. states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Any way. Why are you haunting me?" I ask the ghost again ignoring Ravager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because I was supposed to sleep with her !" Again with the damn whining. " And the saiyan boy ignores me. Or he sleeps with Cass In front of me then he shows off. And finally his sister banished me with a ring. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wow pathetic in life , and worse as a ghost." Tim grins. " Glad i set her up with Vincent. He's a step up from you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Fine I'll haunt you Robin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" After living with Batman a loser ghost isn't going to bother me. " He chuckles "So  go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost yells that's it "I'm going to go and cut myself!" He tries to grab A knife I have in room and his hand goes through it Then he huddles in the corner and cries. i throw a whole bunch of blankets over him. Though they go through him after a while piling them means I can't see him. I'll am so calling an exorcist. or I'll get a Green Lantern to Banish him . I wonder If I still have those black mail pics of Guy Gardener?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1923615985383784506?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1923615985383784506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1923615985383784506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1923615985383784506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1923615985383784506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/11/robin-thinks-he-has-problems-with-dead.html' title='Robin thinks he has problems with dead?'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-734240689892273498</id><published>2007-10-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:49:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon-EL: Bizarro weddings are teh suck</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why the heck I went to this bizarro wedding. I mean Superman warned me to avoid it. I should have known right off that things were gonna go bad. The flower girl threw crap on the church floor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usher kicked me in the balls. Lucky for me I'm invulnerable, And he didn't have adamntium gloves and years of training. I've gotta stop lettin' people hit me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and worse this was the bride. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RyOahKp5bYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Ek_5E7IkN0/s1600-h/bennetrobot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RyOahKp5bYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Ek_5E7IkN0/s320/bennetrobot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126110695464201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing . Man I haven't had a good laugh at all lately with Robin dating Cassie, and Bart dyin' and all. But this was just too hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You am not laughing At Match's bride?" Match mumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ha! Nah! Think she's too good for you." I chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Match laughs. " Ha! This am Match's brilliant plan to trap you! Now me beat you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool! A fight. I've been needin' to work off some steam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Inertia shouts " Wait this was all a plan to get into a fight with Superboy? I rented a damn tux!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No." match smiles "Am this not brilliant plan?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh come on!" Thadeus Thawne shouts in disgust " Ya coulda just asked him to step outside. Ya know  what I went through ta get a date for this thing? I even went out with Bart's ugly freak of a girlfriend! Just to win some points with her hotter aunt! Damn it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You do want help me fight Superboy?" Match asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! I mean maybe I would've if ya told me this was the plan but since I went through all this crap for nothing no sprokin' way! Grife! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match charges me , but it seems he doesn't have a lot of his powers anymore just the same ones I have no invisibility or teleportation or TTK. Just the good ol' Superman powers an' I'm usin' them better since my brain ain't screwed up by bein' a Bizzaro, that and I've been doin' a lot of fight training before and since the tournament I was in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was taken down quick, and I leave this stupid planet Guffawing the whole way. Worst supervillian plan ever! Hey I think there's a planet with an awesome alien strip club on it, and the drinkin' age is like 15! Oh this is gonna be sweet! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RyOjL6p5bZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ctMm5m2gDbE/s1600-h/Superboy_Triumphant_by_Jorell_Rivera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RyOjL6p5bZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ctMm5m2gDbE/s320/Superboy_Triumphant_by_Jorell_Rivera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126120225996631442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile. Inertia: " Hey wait! Superboy! Come back take me back to Earth! Damn It he can't hear me.. No wait. he has super hearing. That punk is ignorin' me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match: " This is not good. You can no stay on Bizarro World, and be my worst pal for never, and never and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inertia : "AAAAAAH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-734240689892273498?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/734240689892273498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=734240689892273498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/734240689892273498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/734240689892273498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/10/kon-el-bizarro-weddings-are-teh-suck.html' title='Kon-EL: Bizarro weddings are teh suck'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RyOahKp5bYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Ek_5E7IkN0/s72-c/bennetrobot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8877728835903400105</id><published>2007-10-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T23:28:38.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have some questions</title><content type='html'>First. Why is Vampirella asleep in my Fortress? &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RxmdQi8K80I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SHNJ58TvWhg/s1600-h/elektra20qj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RxmdQi8K80I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SHNJ58TvWhg/s320/elektra20qj4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123298958693299010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are her clothes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who put her in here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they get in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with the mannequin dressed up like a ninja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is whoever put her here will come back I hope. And when they do I'll ask  them about this.   One last question.  How do I explain this to Lois?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8877728835903400105?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8877728835903400105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8877728835903400105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8877728835903400105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8877728835903400105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-some-questions.html' title='I have some questions'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RxmdQi8K80I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SHNJ58TvWhg/s72-c/elektra20qj4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6384077308413581456</id><published>2007-10-17T22:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:33:48.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my fault!!</title><content type='html'>Bart's dead because of me . If I hadn't have upset Joe Fixit. We wouldn't have ended uo hiding in that room, All three of us under a blanket. Or what I like to call creepy time. If I had Just taken my beating like a man, well.. it maybe I could have saved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter that I escaped the Hulk or not because the commotion of the villains fighting us attracted him anyway. And he knocked me outta the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a good fight, I zapped him with heat vision, Blew him up with TTK Then Finally froze him on the ground until i froze him with my breathe . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over, until he shatters the ice. I just haul off and pop him one. He falls, and I keep doing it until finally my punches didn't affect him anymore. Then he just laughs. And beats me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya know kid. It wouldn't have been so bad if ya didn't run , or scream like a little girl." i just moan, as he leaps off then when I stumble back into the motel room I find that Bart's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' about every Resurrection thing I know. Called Vella(Who's still pissed at me by the way.) And she said the Dragon balls can only be used once a year, and that still isn't up yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is out, because he's likely in the Speed Force , and not in any after life. Cassandra (Wonder Girl not Batgirl)wanted to talk about her relationship with Robin. Me I didn't even see any point anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I get it, I was dead, For all I know I coulda done it with Spoiler, I have like no memory of the aferlife. That and I ain't been exactly faithful since my return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go to the Fortress Of Solitude see if there's anything there that can bring Bart back. I mean something there brought Supes back . Who knows? Just hope This place isn't overrun with Inertias from Tim's cloning experiments when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6384077308413581456?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6384077308413581456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6384077308413581456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6384077308413581456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6384077308413581456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s my fault!!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1997800474153521807</id><published>2007-10-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:20:19.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Augh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://runasfast-asyoucan.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-in-canada-but-that-doesnt-explain.html"&gt;Tim tricked me. &lt;/a&gt; And now I'm sleepin' in a bathtub.what's worse is Bart just keeps remindin' me that Tom And Cassie had somethin' goin' while I was dead. Which is why I don't feel so bad that I broke the knob off the radio in Tim's room, where it's stuck on a country station. He hates Country Music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has batteries in it that i used my TTK to fuse into the radio, then I welded it into the floor with heat vision. Heh. Enjoy Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man sleepin' in a tub sucks. I don't have enough room for my legs I broke the faucet with my head. A while ago. My freeze breathe stopped the Water from splashin' on my face, but now it's drippin' like a Chinese water torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know If I was like superman, and only needed 3 or four hours of sleep a day this wouldn't be so bad. Nope I need 8 like evreyone else. Forget this! I'm gonna find some empty room and sleep in it instead of doin' this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After usin' some X-ray vision I find one across the hall. TTK opens the door for me , and I sleep soundly until this voice wakes me up. " You shouldn't be here." &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RwcsYcwOQVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vP4PSnW8ZvY/s1600-h/Banner+transformed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RwcsYcwOQVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vP4PSnW8ZvY/s320/Banner+transformed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118108300076794194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Woah!" I shout. " Look Pal. I didn't know this room was occupied, I'll just go on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Too late!" He shouts " I was finally keeping him inside my brain at night! Now you went and made ma angry by stealing my room! He's coming out!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great this guy's a nut. I move past him until he falls on the floor and goes into convulsions. I See if he's OK and he gets up all muscly, Not only that but his skin is grey and he's a lot taller than he used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RwczEMwOQWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/m2XwSd0cbMo/s1600-h/Grey+Hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RwczEMwOQWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/m2XwSd0cbMo/s320/Grey+Hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118115648765837666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I once worked with Joe Fixit, Actually he black mailed me. But I didn't know he turned into a little dude. Then I put two , and two together, Little dude turns into a big dude with super strength. "Fixit? your the Hulk ain't ya?" &lt;br /&gt;I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yup. An' I'm real grateful that ya let me outta banner's head, But ya still gotta pay fer messin' up my room. So I think a small beatin' oughta cover it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAHHHHH!" is the only thing I can get out before I start running " Tim! Bart! We gotta get outta here now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1997800474153521807?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1997800474153521807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1997800474153521807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1997800474153521807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1997800474153521807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/10/kon-augh.html' title='Kon: Augh!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RwcsYcwOQVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vP4PSnW8ZvY/s72-c/Banner+transformed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1029420921806942311</id><published>2007-10-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:10:38.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkseid on Earth?</title><content type='html'>I have returned from the battle &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-am-good-i-am-bad-and-when-i-am.html"&gt; With the terminators, the Aliens, and Predators. &lt;/a&gt; I left Batman, because he wanted to search for Jason who he saw get injured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce always considered Jason his greatest failure, and sometimes he doesn't think because of it. But if anyone can take care of himself it's the Batman. I took a nap and Lois wakes me up. " Clark You need to see this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yawn. " Lois what did Chris do now ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois huffs. " It isn't Chris it's his "older brother". Conner joined his little friends on their cross country rampage. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great Krypton! I had better go and stop them. " I sigh. Then my JLA communicator beeps. " Hey Clark" It was John Stewart, " Uglies from Apokalyps have been popping up all over the planet, and Darkseid is in West City. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Looks like the Titans will have to wait. " I state. &lt;br /&gt;Lois kisses me . "Be careful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Always " I reassure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to West City takes about a minute, since I don't want to pour on my full speed at inhabited areas. There I find Darkseid bragging as usual. he was holding these silver spheres with stars on them, they kind of look like giant marbles. if I know one thing from all the times I have battled him, if Darkseid has them, they are powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I land in front of him. And command him to leave the planet. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHhRi3CX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hdBPc-9cl6g/s1600-h/supesadicktodarkseid14gy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHhRi3CX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hdBPc-9cl6g/s320/supesadicktodarkseid14gy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116618343201267634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrogant as usual I see." I snort. " Gosh I don't seem to be communicating this effectively how can I make it clearer to you?" &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHiSy3CX8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fyc46ibMSpQ/s1600-h/supesadicktodarkseid29ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHiSy3CX8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/fyc46ibMSpQ/s320/supesadicktodarkseid29ag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116619464187731906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can think of many ways but the easiest is. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHjAS3CX9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/PDL5jDnLA4Q/s1600-h/supesadicktodarkseid34kg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHjAS3CX9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/PDL5jDnLA4Q/s320/supesadicktodarkseid34kg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116620245871779794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then ask " Am I getting through to you now?" &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHkHC3CX-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/EXWcM2k-uZ0/s1600-h/supesadicktodarkseid46qy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHkHC3CX-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/EXWcM2k-uZ0/s320/supesadicktodarkseid46qy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116621461347524578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I told you when we had our one on one fight, On that asteroid, a while back, that I would humiliate you through out the Universe, if you didn't leave Earth alone. Looks like I have to make good on that threat. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Things have changed Kryptonian." Darkseid announces. " I can have anything I want, But first I believe you should be broken by one of your comrades. Son Goku! Attend your master and rid the world of this filth!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked when I'm attacked by my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHmMy3CX_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/99rasznXITc/s1600-h/SupermanVsGoku_1st_fight_by_DCN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHmMy3CX_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/99rasznXITc/s320/SupermanVsGoku_1st_fight_by_DCN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116623759155027954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little surprised to see Batman here. Well maybe not he is workaholic.I see Shield, Superheroes, and a few villains, fighting the gods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I knock away Goku who transforms into his fifth super level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHofS3CYAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PHqZRzyF1Mc/s1600-h/Ssj5_Goku_kamehameha_by_DragonballAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHofS3CYAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PHqZRzyF1Mc/s320/Ssj5_Goku_kamehameha_by_DragonballAF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116626276005863426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Superman You couldn't stop Vegeta at Supersaiyan 4 level ! Now here you die!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head. " You must really be out of your mind Goku-San.Or you would know, our fight wasn't at full force, neither Vegeta or my self wanted to kill each other, or any person that watched the battle, And you should know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly into his face and punch him with my full power, windows shatter for miles around. He recovers from his surprise fairly quickly and fires to throw a Kamehameha. I deflect the energy with my heatvision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omega beams sear me from behind. while I'm distracted By Darkseid, Goku Kicks me into the street below. Darkseid's grey craggy face smiles. " Now you are where you should be Man of Steel, at my feet!" He stomps my face. " Now we finish him Goku Fire your blast, while I use my Omega Effect, this will finally put Superman, out of my misery forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blast from the horizon knocks Goku off of me, I push Darkseid's foot off of me , in time to see at least a 100 saiyans join the battle , Vegeta floating above.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHtpC3CYBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Hre-pZGfDL4/s1600-h/Ssj5_Vegeta_by_GT18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHtpC3CYBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Hre-pZGfDL4/s320/Ssj5_Vegeta_by_GT18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116631941067726866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " You owe me one Kal-El. Now Kakarot you Clown! Prepare to kneel to your King!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crack my knuckles and grin. " That just leaves you and me Darkseid. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1029420921806942311?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1029420921806942311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1029420921806942311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1029420921806942311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1029420921806942311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/10/darkseid-on-earth.html' title='Darkseid on Earth?'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RwHhRi3CX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/hdBPc-9cl6g/s72-c/supesadicktodarkseid14gy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3225102731328815920</id><published>2007-09-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:44:02.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: My Car!</title><content type='html'>Ya know about my awesome car. Well it used to be a car now it's been reduced to this!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rv26KcwOQTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WilKam-A3sc/s1600-h/1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rv26KcwOQTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WilKam-A3sc/s320/1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115449440442663218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT DID YOU TWO DO TO MY CAR?" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It was a moral lesson " Robin slurs. Actually it was more like" Ish wwas a moral leeshon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start trembling with rage. " What was the lesson? Don't turn my back on you for a second? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" um Conner , you may want to um control your tactile telekinesis. " Bart warns, " your like blowing up trees and stuff around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't care ! " Pieces of road start flying around. " Why couldn't you have used your car?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin stands up to me " I'm the leader! And your the unfocused flying brick! You just had to come back, and disrespect me didn't you? This isn't Young Justice Conner! It's a lot more dangerous!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake ,my head. " Dude I know more than you, remember I had to spend a year in the afterlife? Wait that has nothing to do with anything! You stole my car and did Rao knows what! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw a bunch of Batarangs I was thinking of doing something else but But I before I could do it the Batarangs were just floatin' in the air. Aw man! Since when can I do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While starin' at them Everything around us blows up. Stupid power surges. I have to catch Tim before he flies into a boulder. Bart dodged it all. Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about hitting Robin for a second. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rv3Tb8wOQUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GouXQPrDpS8/s1600-h/robinbeating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rv3Tb8wOQUI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GouXQPrDpS8/s320/robinbeating.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115477228881068354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember all the rap he's went through in the last couple of years. ya know normally I wouldn't care about that and pop him one any way, but not during a power surge I instead smack the boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only meant to put a hole in it. Instead, it the bottom half gets shattered into dust. And the top half flies into space, I don't even know how that happened my TK and super strength must be goin' nuts. If I had hit Rob... I let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to save face I 'd better not tell any one That my powers are freakin' out again. next thing I'd know Kara would be in my room in Titans Tower, and I'd be runnin ' around as Supernova 3 or somethin'. So I act all tough and try not to blow any objects up while sayin, "You should just be glad you were adopted by a rich dude. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a whole bunch of cops drive up around us. " Uh what do you two do exactly?" I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3225102731328815920?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3225102731328815920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3225102731328815920' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3225102731328815920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3225102731328815920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/09/kon-my-car.html' title='Kon: My Car!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rv26KcwOQTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WilKam-A3sc/s72-c/1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-7505473121032558343</id><published>2007-09-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T12:31:07.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ending and review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt; Next Top Hero&lt;/a&gt; has come to an end. There are two players left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/2007/09/operation-polar-opposite.html"&gt; Thousand Faces &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-balls-of-finals.html"&gt; Crater.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading those posts you can choose who won, by voting at the poll &lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/2007/09/season-finale.html"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to other things. I heard something funny from Hal the other day. Apparently &lt;a href="http://thenightwing.blogspot.com/"&gt; Nightwing&lt;/a&gt; has fixed up &lt;a href="http://princessoftheamazons.blogspot.com/"&gt; Wonder Woman&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/"&gt; the Batman. &lt;/a&gt; though I can't tease him about his apparent Vampirella obsession anymore, this should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I was surprised when I heard there was a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warnervideo.com/supermandoomsdaydvd/"&gt; movie&lt;/a&gt; made about my death when I battled Doomsday. Although it brought back some bad memories, i watched it. The Doomsday battle was pretty close to how it happened except it left out the Justice League. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My return was fairly accurate but there wasn't an evil clone, that took my place, but four other Supermen. I do understand why this was omitted though, Hank Henshaw, and the Eradicator's Origins would take to long to explain in an animated movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it about 3 out of five stars. Wait a second, Conner's is shouting something at a TV. &lt;br /&gt;" Connner ? What is it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh it's one of those high speed pursuits they show on TV all the time Supes. ya know this car looks familiar somehow. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Use your Microscopic Vision, to enlarge the image. " I instruct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I see is little dots. " He responds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seeing atoms." I explain. " Go back a little. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok I did. And Damn it no!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flies out out in a huff. I use my microscopic vision, and see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RvVrnC3CX4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DN2WuM_BauM/s1600-h/Kon%27s+car+stolen..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RvVrnC3CX4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DN2WuM_BauM/s320/Kon%27s+car+stolen..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113111270475849602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Robin, and Kid Flash have some explaining to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-7505473121032558343?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/7505473121032558343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=7505473121032558343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7505473121032558343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7505473121032558343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/09/ending-and-review.html' title='An ending and review'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RvVrnC3CX4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DN2WuM_BauM/s72-c/Kon%27s+car+stolen..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3640247290323708551</id><published>2007-09-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:50:38.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: What the?  Match is gettin what?</title><content type='html'>Bizarro broke Match out of the S.T.A.R. labs. You know this is when When Superman shoulda been here you know. I can fight Match. I've beaten the dude before. But Bizarro? No way. The dude is as strong as Supes if not stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least Kara is off to the Oustsiders, and leavin' the titans Who said complainin' doesn't get ya anything. So I was realxin' at the Tower well I was asleep Ya know gettin' trashed by a twisted version of your father figure will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I get a call at three in the morning, I ain't the happiest clone in the world. " Am Cassie not there?" The voice on the other end asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bart this isn't funny. I told ya to not drink coffee before goin' to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Me am Bart. Me am not Match." Oh Rao! Not Bizarro speak this early in the morning. It hurts my head when I hear it normally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Match what the hell do you want? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me am not gettin' married in Bizarro World Me want you go there, since you no am family. Superman, Supergirl too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to let this sink in then I started laughing. " Dude what would marry you?" &lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously look at him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RudvjbynL7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RVUynhxj9cg/s1600-h/Match+zombie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RudvjbynL7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RVUynhxj9cg/s320/Match+zombie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109174956821262258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Me no want you tell Cassie, me am not sorry since me no find someone else. Tell her me always forget date we no have." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah sure whatever bud. " Oh man he had a date with Cassie I imagine that goin' something like this comic from passfail studios. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RudyoLynL8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/RNdnp_qtC0g/s1600-h/Match+comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RudyoLynL8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/RNdnp_qtC0g/s320/Match+comic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109178336960524226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know where Inertia not is? Him am not be best man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Likely in West City. " I answer. " Oh and if you see a dude there that sorta looks like Vegeta but younger, lemme tell ya how to say 'hi' to him. Ya see Saiyan Princes are greeted by you kickin' them in the family jewels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You am not good friend. Me will not kick saiyan Prince in nuts. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah don't do that " I snicker. He hangs up. Oh man I can't wait! A bizarro wedding? That'll be comedy gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3640247290323708551?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3640247290323708551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3640247290323708551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3640247290323708551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3640247290323708551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/09/kon-what-match-is-gettin-what.html' title='Kon: What the?  Match is gettin what?'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RudvjbynL7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/RVUynhxj9cg/s72-c/Match+zombie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4713486218435583231</id><published>2007-09-06T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:11:45.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Kara you need to get ready for weirdness.</title><content type='html'>Kara has joined the Teen Titans Like I don't have to deal enough of her around the Fortress of Solitude. Robin just had to give me the excuse. "She's a teen we're here to train teenagers. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your firing me aren't you?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. Despite the fact that you've quit 3 times since you came back to life. Look it wasn't even my idea it was Wondergirl's take it up with her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Rob's forced me to do this from the days he was drunk The day he tried to fight Lobo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC2531xSYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HrJSyWYksIQ/s1600-h/Lobo+rob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC2531xSYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HrJSyWYksIQ/s320/Lobo+rob.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107283082796419458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know Lobo is pretty close to Superman in power, And Robin's not. The only person that tried to help him there was Blue Beetle. The rest of us pointed and laughed. Not sure what was going through Tim's drunk mind. But he looked like he was doing a good impersonation of a purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So Kara's here now and she'll have to get used to some weirdness. Like Ravager's greeting to people like the day HS wanted to help me do homework at the Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC5j31xSZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/abv0Xzw17OQ/s1600-h/ravagermc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC5j31xSZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/abv0Xzw17OQ/s320/ravagermc6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107286003374180754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was disappointed when I told him she strips like that for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see oh yeah I once walked in on Raven kissing Beast Boy one word yuck!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC_YX1xSbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lObgqqWZENw/s1600-h/TT___Keep_the_Faith_by_SparkyX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC_YX1xSbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lObgqqWZENw/s320/TT___Keep_the_Faith_by_SparkyX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107292402875451826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Ya know it's not as bad as that crossover we had with the Cartoon Titans and I had to see this. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC8xH1xSaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y-zgi6O94LA/s1600-h/ravenes8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC8xH1xSaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y-zgi6O94LA/s320/ravenes8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107289529542330786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Eyes!!!! MY EYES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and Kara be prepared to walk in on awkward conversations. Like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuDAQn1xScI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eKacddaTRIc/s1600-h/boner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuDAQn1xScI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eKacddaTRIc/s320/boner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107293369243093442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ears!!! MY EARS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me Kara do you really want to join up? Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4713486218435583231?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4713486218435583231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4713486218435583231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4713486218435583231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4713486218435583231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/09/kon-kara-you-need-to-get-ready-for.html' title='Kon: Kara you need to get ready for weirdness.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RuC2531xSYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HrJSyWYksIQ/s72-c/Lobo+rob.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-825345572102881546</id><published>2007-09-03T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:50:12.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like I aint gotta choice.</title><content type='html'>I'm all healed up from the beatin' with the Kryptonite. But HS told nme about how Evil alternate versions of my self, And the rest of the titans showed up and took Team Legacy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he described him sounds like the one from that alternate universe We nicknamed "Titans Tomorrow." Somehow Vincent found out about that reality and that's why he beat on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ? I deserve it. I might as well face it. I'm gonna become a bad guy. I 'm made from half Lex Luthor's DNA. There ain't no way I Around it I was cloned to get close to Superman, and then kill him. Lex made when Supes died . He knew Superman would come back. And I was his weapon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried I really did, but everything I do I screw up. Maybe It's because I ain't made to help people but to destroy them. I fly to Superman's fortress. He ain't around He's still hosting that Next Top Hero show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I root around until I find the Phantom Zone Projector. I'm gonna banish myself there. Then i don't some screen thing Starts making noises then I recognize it. It's that Thing the Legion of Superheroes gave him. Well not the Legion I was a member of A different Legion that Clark was a member of when he was Superboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow like lets you talk or the future or some junk. I see Superman in a weird costume. One that looks kinda familiar. He was talking to someone off the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtz1Cn1xSXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CtaGlNHwtec/s1600-h/Kon+Superman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtz1Cn1xSXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CtaGlNHwtec/s320/Kon+Superman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106225502934354290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What the? Woah this is weird." He stares at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why's it weird ? What are ya some future Superman or something?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You don't recognize me? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ya look just like any other future Superman I've seen. SO what are like Clark's and Lois' son Grandson? What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slaps his forehead. " Was I really this dumb? Hey I'm you Conner." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So what are you about to tell me your gonna take over the world or somethin'? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um No. " The other me answers. " Why would anyone want to rule the world? Being Superman is hassle enough thank you very much. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your not evil?" I hopefully blurt out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well I did release the Supermonkey in Tim's Robin Cave last week, but I'd guess not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know that was a good idea. " So what did ya call to give me a pep talk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugs. " No. You see I use this time thingie to call Kal and get advise when I need it. So um Where is he?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hostin' that game show. " I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ah. Well see ya in the mirror. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That means in at lest one reality I don't bad? Woo Hoo! I put the projector away , And go back to Titan's Tower, when I go there I find my room strangely clean, and there's like potpourri in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A voice behind me asks do you like it? It's better than the pigsty you left it Kon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kara? What are you doin' here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You mean they didn't tell you? I joined the titans Kon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-825345572102881546?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/825345572102881546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=825345572102881546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/825345572102881546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/825345572102881546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/09/looks-like-i-aint-gotta-choice.html' title='Looks like I aint gotta choice.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtz1Cn1xSXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CtaGlNHwtec/s72-c/Kon+Superman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3071958922043135560</id><published>2007-08-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:09:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon:Surprise attack</title><content type='html'>Doc Samson is a total tool. During this whole therapy junk, he tried to the say the wrestling theme song I have is a diss on robin, because he kissed Wondergirl while I was dead. Ya know I already went through all of this. I ain't mad at Robin no more, then he brought up the whole alternate future thing. Where I went nuts because the two of them got together. ( Which was really just a insane delusion that Black Zero came up with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well if Robin seduces Cassie, then I'll seduce Steph." I smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtcy-X1xSUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2OkujRAo4Hs/s1600-h/Steph+Kon.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtcy-X1xSUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2OkujRAo4Hs/s320/Steph+Kon.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104604749780568386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Ya know I like that idea, So I started kinda fantasising about Spoiler in that tight costume. Then Samson interrupts me with " Your constantly chasing women means you have problems with your mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this dude get his psychiatry license? A cereal box? I ain't got a mother. I roll my eyes, and leave. I ain't listening to that pathetic weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at school, HS tells me&lt;a href="http://hotstuffthelittledevil.blogspot.com/2007/08/cupid-comes-to-visit.html"&gt;Some girl he's hung up on. &lt;/a&gt; Cool! Me and Cass Can double date with him and her, Something we couldn't do with that ho X-23. (Though I'd hit it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtc3tX1xSVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UTv-xRjUyZ8/s1600-h/x_23_color_by_SpectralM_by_carraman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtc3tX1xSVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UTv-xRjUyZ8/s320/x_23_color_by_SpectralM_by_carraman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104609955280931154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any way something weird happened after school when I went to my little hobby in the wrestling ring. ( Hey i get a little extra money for the week, and all. ) When something happened that wasn't in the script. Some weird ass song came over the speakers it was like "Behold the Prince!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then damned Vincent showed up and I started feeling weak. He smirks takes out this Kryptonite drops it on the mat and and begins wailing on me. Cassie tries to pull him off then he punches her in the jaw. Then he takes her lasso and throws it away from her. How the hell did he gets strong enough to take Cassie down. Damn Saiyan training. And damn their ability to keep getting stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks at me. then says. "I want you to know. &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/08/vincent-vegeta-briefs-protecting-future.html"&gt; You damned Titans, are not going to take over the world. When you try I'll be there to put you down. Your not killing my girl or anyone else." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondergirl, starts beating him senseless until he transforms Into that weird electric second Super saiyan thing. they are some what equal for a while until Vince Smiles after she bloodies his nose. " Super Kaioken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she falls hard. " Bah! Amazon warriors can't withstand a battle with a true Saiyan Warrior." He spits his blood on me gross! He takes the k rock away." Tell your little bastard devil friend I'm coming for him next. And after I'm done with him he will stop disgracing my family with his evil." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtc-9H1xSWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mChgQ-vOwLY/s1600-h/Vince+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtc-9H1xSWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mChgQ-vOwLY/s320/Vince+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104617922445265250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what this punk is talking about, but I pass out before I can think about anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3071958922043135560?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3071958922043135560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3071958922043135560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3071958922043135560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3071958922043135560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/08/konsurprise-attack.html' title='Kon:Surprise attack'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rtcy-X1xSUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2OkujRAo4Hs/s72-c/Steph+Kon.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8489179825210845079</id><published>2007-08-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:23:08.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight with the Super Skrull</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Next Top Hero &lt;/a&gt; is going pretty well. I was looking at the ratings when I hear the JLA distress signal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems the Watchtower was being attacked by skrulls. When I arrive They do some kind of strange gesture. and a blast hits me. Oddly it hurts. Magic. Unfortunately for them it was only enough to annoy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knock out several of them. While the rest run away. They were luring me into a trap. I might as well oblige them to see what they have in store for me, and that is the Super Skrull, who was fighting Wonder Woman, and Hawkman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your late Kal." Diana Smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The Flash can't be the only constantly late. " I shrug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Quiet!" Superskrull shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'd have to agree." Hawkman grumbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Your the Kryptonian everyone has told me of." The Skrull sneers looking me up and down. " You don't look like anything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And you look like like you've been pretty much beaten by Diana." I observe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't insult me! I am a warrior born!" he raves trapping himself around me with Mr. Fantastic's power. I spin around at super speed, After wards the Super Skrull looks greener than usual . " You Can't defeat .. whoa give me a second. " He's trying not to lose his lunch while I try to not be amused by this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he recovers he punches me "Feel the power of the Thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks I had an itch on my chin. " I grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you Spider-man now?" He says more to himself than to me while smashing me with invisible fore fields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What I can't crack a joke once in a while ? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to grab him before he starts using Johnny Storm's fire power. Fire in a satellite is never a good thing.He used his Nova Blast I tried my best to contain the damage. But it knocks even me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Now prepare to die!" The alien brags. I know I have to end this now. So I stop playing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rs5tCILWMdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/diGIC--Rhk4/s1600-h/Silver%2520Surfer%2520Article_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rs5tCILWMdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/diGIC--Rhk4/s320/Silver%2520Surfer%2520Article_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102135311179592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Rao, I stole a line from Hudson, and didn't realize it. After knocking out the Super Skrull. The others vanish yelling threats though one caught my attention, "Trigon is coming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If half of what Nightwing has described about Raven's father is true , then this is cause for concern. After helping to repair the Watchtower, I return home for what I hoped would be a romantic evening with Lois. So of course Ma has to call me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Clark, come quick It's Conner!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has he done now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly to Smallville and Ma looks concerned while Pa just shakes his head. " Martha this is really nothing to concern Clark with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh- Oh. Did Ma find those magazines he keeps under his mattress? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You need to watch this video Clark!" Ma flashes it in my face then puts in in the VCR. I keep thinking " Please don't let Kon be in a porn movie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately it's just this. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAvqNSjPBi8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LAvqNSjPBi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma looks disgusted. " Wrestling, he's taken up wrestling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out how he got Wonder girl to go into that with him. But besides that I don't really care. " It's his life If he wants to wrestle for a hobby I don't see anything wrong with it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa gives a smug look . " And everyone in it has powers so he ain't gonna hurt anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I can't believe this!" Ma shouts your just going to let him make a fool of himself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well if I can host a reality show, Why can't Conner pretend to beat up people in a soap opera? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I have problems with that too Clark, bur your a grown man. So your not going to do anything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No. I see no problem with him having some fun. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes. Me I'm just glad it wasn't something much worse, and with Conner well it could have been a lot worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8489179825210845079?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8489179825210845079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8489179825210845079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8489179825210845079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8489179825210845079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/08/fight-with-super-skrull.html' title='Fight with the Super Skrull'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rs5tCILWMdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/diGIC--Rhk4/s72-c/Silver%2520Surfer%2520Article_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2183118543713108530</id><published>2007-08-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:28:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: My ugly suit</title><content type='html'>So after my little problem with the girl's undies, now they are tryin' to get me to go see Doc Samson. Is there like any other superhero psychiatrist out there? Any way the explanation for this is I was mind controlled by an evil mind leech I got rid of it by flying into the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course no one believes me. Whatever. At least going to Samson is gonna cost Batman money . Don't know why he's payin' but it's still sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well now I have to talk about my ugly new suit. Ya see people have been on me about wearing a costume ever since I took on the jeans , and t-shirt look. &lt;br /&gt;Well the Teen Titans presented me with.... &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKCRDTWg1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/NCcfGM_pQtk/s1600-h/ugly+Kon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKCRDTWg1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/NCcfGM_pQtk/s320/ugly+Kon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098780957592683346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow? Seriously? And what's worse Miss Martian styled my hair to look like Superman's . This puts the "uck" In suck. You know I'm beginning to suspect this is like revenge from Robin for the whole " Smokes dope made of puppies " thing a while back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse they made me go to West City to invite Team Legacy to a capture the flag competition with the Titans. Robin said it could be like a Jsa Jla Team up thing. I think he's making any excuse he can to see Stephanie myself, but what do I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course who do I see first? Vincent who reacts to my costume like this. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKGdDTWg2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/NY7lR-WqLIc/s1600-h/Vince+laugh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKGdDTWg2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/NY7lR-WqLIc/s320/Vince+laugh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098785561797624674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? You can have room to laugh when you stop wearing your dad's clothes dude. His sister laughed too but at least she wasn't so mean about it , that and she's hot so I don't mind it from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKHJjTWg3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/KSoYu4k6w5g/s1600-h/vella+laugh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKHJjTWg3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/KSoYu4k6w5g/s320/vella+laugh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098786326301803378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I had to go around Metropolis. Not because I wanted to , but because I had to Supergirl decided to be Emo today, and well Metallo showed up and someone had to stop him. He's a lot easier to beat when he's rolling on the ground laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I noticed something I got shot at a lot more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKJNDTWg4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sIGhntjfP5g/s1600-h/Kon+Yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKJNDTWg4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sIGhntjfP5g/s320/Kon+Yellow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098788585454601090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Random people started pickin' fights. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKLKDTWg5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hztaeNMY29U/s1600-h/Kom+Yellow+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKLKDTWg5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/hztaeNMY29U/s320/Kom+Yellow+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098790732938249106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I went back to the t-shirt and Jeans. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKL9zTWg6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jmZFvvRwdDE/s1600-h/superboy7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKL9zTWg6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jmZFvvRwdDE/s320/superboy7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098791621996479394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the yellow suit? Well let's just say there is a badly dressed scarecrow in Kansas now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2183118543713108530?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2183118543713108530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2183118543713108530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2183118543713108530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2183118543713108530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/08/kon-my-ugly-suit.html' title='Kon: My ugly suit'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RsKCRDTWg1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/NCcfGM_pQtk/s72-c/ugly+Kon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1651501233896334119</id><published>2007-08-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:56:45.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kara: I wish I didn't know Conner</title><content type='html'>While Kal is off hosting&lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Next Top Hero,&lt;/a&gt; Me, Kon and the Steels have been taking up the slack while he's been semi gone. I think the pressure's getting to Kon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I caught him doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Rrv4mzhPVHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YD50hYjcX9A/s1600-h/sup83-ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Rrv4mzhPVHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YD50hYjcX9A/s320/sup83-ps.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096940748848190578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he's sniffing girl's underwear, the freak. So girl's if any of you are missing undies Kon probably has them. Uh Oh he just came in to the Fortress and  he seems to have a new hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Rrv6AThPVII/AAAAAAAAAB8/mWjdYs3GiKs/s1600-h/Konbra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Rrv6AThPVII/AAAAAAAAAB8/mWjdYs3GiKs/s320/Konbra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096942286446482562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Rao! That boy needs therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1651501233896334119?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1651501233896334119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1651501233896334119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1651501233896334119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1651501233896334119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/08/kara-i-wish-i-didnt-know-conner.html' title='Kara: I wish I didn&apos;t know Conner'/><author><name>supergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431402687171891012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/3770/1600/Supergirl_V_08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/Rrv4mzhPVHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YD50hYjcX9A/s72-c/sup83-ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5155681679809373200</id><published>2007-08-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:40:10.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Endin' Black Zero</title><content type='html'>BZ had beaten down  entire Legacy team, and zapped some purple haired dude. away with with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hypertime&lt;/span&gt; wrist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt; I use my telescopic vision to see Kara rallying the Titans good she won't be here for what I got in store for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees me of course. And we do the usual bad guy good guy banter. He clotheslines me and I try to fight back. Not so well since he's as Strong as Superman, and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TTK&lt;/span&gt;. He's pretty much me if I grew up like in the clone tank to full adulthood, and became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt; instead of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; cuddly self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to get the thing out of the box but he kept punching me before I could get my hand into my pocket than he slammed me on the ground over and over with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TK&lt;/span&gt; finally he just blasted me with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HV&lt;/span&gt; for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Superboy&lt;/span&gt; you should have Waited for your little team to recover. With the beating I've taken from this bunch of kids, and Bruce Briefs they might actually stand a chance of beating me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant prick. Wait Briefs? Oh don't tell me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HU&lt;/span&gt; water has struck again. He picks me up and grabs the box out of my pocket. hi start scrambling away. this is going to be bad. First I wanna see how stupid he is. " No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BZ&lt;/span&gt;! Don't open that ! It's my secret weapon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head. " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt; I bet. yeah the kiddies tried that. it hurt me but it didn't kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; This is a big risk , but I gotta do it. I use my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TTK&lt;/span&gt; to upset his footing. he falls on the lead box knocking it open the lead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;shields&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; I fly off a safe distance just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;stares&lt;/span&gt; at the k rock. " Yellow? You came here with Yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;What'sit&lt;/span&gt; supposed to do? M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt; it didn't do anything The moment he closes the lid I speed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and take the rock away I think he's finally noticed I went by hi to fast for him to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait? What did you do?" he tries using his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;TTK&lt;/span&gt;. He finds he can't or fly or use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;heatvision&lt;/span&gt; or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BZ&lt;/span&gt; That wasn't yellow K It was Gold K. " I grin. "It takes away your powers for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Supes&lt;/span&gt; doesn't want me or Kara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;messin&lt;/span&gt;' with it. After being exposed ya just can't absorb solar energy anymore. He starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' out screaming trying to get his powers to work. Kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta nowhere, this portal opens up and purple haired kid is back. " You think I hadn't learned about your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hypertime&lt;/span&gt; tech Black Zero? I have devices that can.... wait what happened to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;power level&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well pal, I just made sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;he'd&lt;/span&gt; never be a threat again. " I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;gloat&lt;/span&gt; a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple haired man smirks . " Now you'll pay for crimes you bastard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speed in front of him and tried to stop him this guy is fast, and fights like I dunno , he maybe better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Vegeta&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Goku&lt;/span&gt;." then he took a good long look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uncle Conner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;! Wait a minute uncle?" How dis I get to be an uncle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;a guy&lt;/span&gt; that looks like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;saiyan&lt;/span&gt;. And how can I be an uncle? I ain't got any siblings. Well maybe Match but he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;bizzaro&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks. " Not by blood , but your one of my mom's oldest friends. " I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dude. My oldest friends ain't old enough to have a kid as old you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pats&lt;/span&gt; me on the shoulder " Time travel. You would sneak me video games, candy , and DVDS though mom wanted to train all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I think I get it. I point at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ko'd&lt;/span&gt; Vince, and Cass Cain. " Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes. Don't tell them though. I'm going to learn all I can from my grandpa David before I go back if I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait David? As in David Cain?" But he doesn't answer me. " So you want to let this sicko live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; a lot of crimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;beatin&lt;/span&gt;' up the Titans kidnapping me, and Spoiler. B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; guys, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to kill Cass and Vince. Pus the whole world conquering thing. Yeah he'll be behind bars a long time. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks it over for a second. " And he can't get his powers back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nope." I reassure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;teleports&lt;/span&gt; off in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Goku&lt;/span&gt; way. Vince rubs his head, and walks up to me. " Was that Trunks with Dad hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll have to get you a cigar. Vince. Bubble gum alright?" I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You are so damn weird. " He retorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;bein&lt;/span&gt;' a pretty good day I tried to Ravager to g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; me the money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; the bet That Vince , and Cass Cain Wouldn't last the year together, alternate future kids kinda prove that wrong. She took it on on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;handcuffed&lt;/span&gt; Black Zero, By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' him in the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;BZ&lt;/span&gt; in in a nice comfy cell with no powers. And me? Well God of War two is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;callin&lt;/span&gt; ' my name. I can't believe this game is as awesome as the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5155681679809373200?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5155681679809373200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5155681679809373200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5155681679809373200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5155681679809373200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/08/kon-endin-black-zero.html' title='Kon: Endin&apos; Black Zero'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3572221694895026838</id><published>2007-07-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:05:05.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>After the whole red K fiasco ( and being beaten. ) I was thrown in my room, and slept a weird fever dream filled sleep. Well until I woke to find Cassie staring at me. " Are you going to be psycho now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nope. I feel about normal. 'cept I'm all sick, I felt my self slippin' outta con conciseness. " I'm sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey it was red K, not your fault." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my Head, not that I mean everything the I 've acted since I been back, the hormone induced lusts I'm sorry. " I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream weird crap, like Bart dressed as the Mad Hatter and in a wrestling match with a giant bunny. The bunny turned into Inertia, and we ended up fightin' Legacy, and Ravager was yellin' about pictures or somethin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wake up chained to to a wall and an old enemy of mine Black Zero was ranting. A quick history lesson Black Zero is me, but from another universe. Me along with the Challengers of the Unknown, and some others beat the dude, who was coming to this universe to conquer it like he had several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nut jumped out of the ship that was bringing us here, and vanished in the mists of whatever that junk is outside time and space. He was ranting sayin' That he was me from the future obviously his little interdimensonal trip messed up his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watchin' him pull his own hair for a few seconds. he goes on about how Robin , and Cassie will betray me in the future, and shows me this pic. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rqwe5TTWg0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uO0Zqz4kEsA/s1600-h/Black+Zero%27s+future.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rqwe5TTWg0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uO0Zqz4kEsA/s320/Black+Zero%27s+future.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092479248432005954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Cass looks like she was hit with some kinda ape based mutagen. And Robin has got some kinda weird posture thing goin' that and he's got premature male patteren baldness. So yeah not my dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I make fun of him he then says something about killin' Batgirl's kids. Wants me to help him. No way I'm kinda curious what a hot girl and ugly saiyan would produce. I've got super kung fu monkey for like five dollars in the bettin' pool Bart has a transformer for five bucks. Miss Martian thinks it'll be cuddly,Ravager thinks Cassandra Cain is sterile. Jericho bet Vegeta the third. Robin and Raven refused to play, and Beast Boy thinks it'll be a bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way when refused he flew off , a few minuted later he came back with Spoiler. He locks her up in chains and goes off with the classic "No one can stop my evil plan now!" Tirade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So he's you huh?" She asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah but from another reality not me in the future like he seems to think now. " I respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How do you know?" She remarks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because I'd never turn into him." As he flies off I start concentrating my TTK on the chain again.For the fifteen minutes he was gone I thought it was getting looser.I start again and it finally makes cracking noises. Then shatters ha! Take that adamantium! Watch it turn out to be the secondary kind don't matter though I got one hand free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Spoiler frees my other hand with a lock pick. She grins. " All us Gotham vigilantes carry them on us. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cool. After I recover a bit I'll fly ya back to West City, and ..." Then my stupid microscopic vision kicked in again. I can see her DNA wait a second it's kinda the same as that little blonde girl who's been hangin' around the tower. ya know that explains why she's been in tower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision gets back to normal except oh no now my X-ray vision is on, and I saw a little more than I was supposed to. Um Jeez How do i explain this to Tim? I know I could just convince Kara to flash him, That oughta square things stupid increasing powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner something wrong?" she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah. My powers are off , and on wonky since I came back. , Sometimes they just increase for no reason are activate when I don't want them to. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh. Weird. Well yeah get me back to West City." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly her back to the city, and she's just staring at the house that was burned up She wanted me to take to the coordinates that BZ left in the grass, After she got some gear from the cave nearby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drop her off , and find her team, taking on Black Zero. " I'll be back first I gotta get Kara, to help out the Titans and maybe, get them here to help you fight. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where are you going?" Steph questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm gonna get something from the Fortress of Solitude that will stop him. " I wave and leave after a cell call to Kara. I fly to the artic, and all this sudden get faster, too fast and I slam my face into the keyhole. Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shaking it off I go into the Fortress, and go into the the armory. I'm not supposed to know that's he's got this, because it can be dangerous to all kryptonians. Or in my case half kryptonians. But I can't be helped this dude has to be stopped. I know I'm gonna get in trouble with Superman but it can't be helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3572221694895026838?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3572221694895026838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3572221694895026838' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3572221694895026838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3572221694895026838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/07/kon-blast-from-past.html' title='Kon: Blast from the past'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rqwe5TTWg0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/uO0Zqz4kEsA/s72-c/Black+Zero%27s+future.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-11372485436155083</id><published>2007-07-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:43:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!  Red Kryptonite sucks!</title><content type='html'>I was grounded for the whole Public service announcement thing.( Still if Tim Doesn't smoke puppies where is Krypto? where I ask!) Well that was until Superman started paying attention to his &lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt; game show.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got five challengers so far. Well anyway Me ,Kara ,and the two Steels, have been doin' all his super stuff. Weirdly my old enemy the Scavenger popped up and blasted me with a red K ray. That was a mistake I almost broke every bone in his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean red K turns us temporally, I dunno evil, or psycho or somethin'. Usually while we still have some control we have to lock ourselves in the Fortress until the 48 hours that this lasts are up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Titans had an emergency thing goin' on. With Skrulls and Nightwing , and Batman, and me gettin dosed with green K. That just pissed me off more. And then Nightwing decides to take over the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I'm thinkin' how easy it'd be to tear his head off. Then Robin tells us we gotta get along let's see how ya get along with you head caved in! No stop thinkin' that he's your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have to all stay cooped up in a van all the way from San Fransico to New york. Even if I was normal this would suck, And Bart just had to sing, I want to shut him up so bad. A little TTK to hold him in place. and some heat vision... Stop it Conner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Ravager is just gettin' more on my nerves, than usual. Also what the heck is this thing she's holdin'? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RqWANDTWgzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/647G5M6Upiw/s1600-h/ravagerox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RqWANDTWgzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/647G5M6Upiw/s320/ravagerox1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090615915525342002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally we get to the Outsiders HQ thank Rao this van is some kinda souped up Bat Van. But still it took hours longer than I'd want. I sort of zoned out during all the Outsiders turning out to be Kree crap. Though Ravager threatening to castrate me for lookin' up Miss Martian's skirt well that I paid attention to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got no kryptonite, All it would take is a pico second, an' I can crush her, then Bart, then Robin And Nightwing would be nothin, but bugs they think I dunno what's in their belts but they'd never get to the Green K in time. &lt;br /&gt;Miss A little heat vision would put out Miss Martian permanently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jericho, bleh as long as I don't look him in the eye he's nothin' And Wonder girl She'd just cry the whole frickin' time. I'd leave her alive. Why? Now why would I do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Conner.. all this crap is the damn meteor rock talkin'. Instead of focusing I end up running my mouth. " Hay Ravager! have X-ray vision I can look at what I want! if ya wanna threaten someone try that damn Vince Briefs he looks up her skirt all the time! Oh that's right! His girlfriend beat you like a drum Heh heheh hee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She get up in my face poor pitiful human thinks she can challenge a demi god. "Screw you, Conner. Somehow I doubt Wondey going to be happy with your response. I say she should rip your eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if I recall, I beat Cass first time round and she beat me second, whilst hopped up on drugs. So we're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one punch to the groin (assuming you have one) and you were down on your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Heh HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. Because I was dumb enough to trust those who call themselves my friends. That little saiyan lovin' whore got me with a lucky shot. Ya think she's really gotta chance now that I know what those gloves can do? I'll make her eat those gloves. Then I'll tear Vinnie apart limb from limb in front of her. Wanna preview lil' miss Deathstroke? Hehe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes out a sword before I break it. Cassie grabs. " What in Hera's name is wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at her hand. " Ewww. Your sweating like an ocean here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Red Kryptonite... " I finally stutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh that's the excuse you give every time you act like an ass.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin " Yeah an' whens the last time ya actually seen me sweat? I'm holdin' myself together here, but I dunno how long..... I can keep goin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" your not kidding are you ? This time it's not a lie is it? Conner! How Stupid was that? You trying to go on a mission like this? Hell when Superman is on that stuff he tries to kill every one! And take over the world. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin a little " I'm only half Kryptonian. I can handle it. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh. And you've been doing so well so far! How long much longer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" About five hours." Damn I am sweatin' like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So we're going to have to watch our backs for you? " Tim Asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" N.. Naw. Just give me somethin' ta hit I'll be fine.Just do me one favor . Cass, Tim, Bart. If I look like I'm gonna go to far , take me down alright? I... Don't want any blood on my hands. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all agree. So now we're goin' with the&lt;a href="http://thetitanstower.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-why-exactly-are-we-doing-this-i-ask.html"&gt; Kree the Inhumans' base. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-23 stares at me on the the way. " What?" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nothin' I just I like ya better like this than when yer actin' like a Boyscout darlin' " an' then she winks at me. Man I always knew that chick was weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-11372485436155083?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/11372485436155083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=11372485436155083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/11372485436155083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/11372485436155083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/07/gah-red-kryptonite-sucks.html' title='Gah!  Red Kryptonite sucks!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RqWANDTWgzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/647G5M6Upiw/s72-c/ravagerox1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8463167756006802889</id><published>2007-07-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:17:55.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a host</title><content type='html'>So I'm hosting a show That's supposed to" show us "unregistered heroes in a positive light." Or something I admit I sort of zoned out. My senses can hear and see pretty much every thing on the planet sometimes beyond.. it gets hard to focus on a game show when there's disasters to stop and people to save. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was out plugging up a volcano when I was elected to host &lt;a href="http://worldstopherochallenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Why they have to name it after "Next top model." I don't know . I'm trying to get changed into "Heroic challenge" or something. Though My Other suggestion was bad "Who wants to be an HU Hero?" Bu I had to listen to Stan Lee talk to me about.. weird nonsensical things. When it as announced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather fight Doomsday again than have to face that. Well at least we have a good first contestant in Professor X. He adds some legitimacy at least. now I get to meet the judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Rao no!" I exclaim. When I see The Watcher. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpxpA5P4jRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t9cD-2PVzWo/s1600-h/Watcher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpxpA5P4jRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t9cD-2PVzWo/s320/Watcher.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088057143110176018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" KAl-El! When you were in Smallville you always claimed that Chloe Sullivan was but a friend, but there was that time behind the bleachers... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No!" I exclaim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! You are not going to tell secrets of contestants on national television!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But it's the only enjoyment I get!" He whines. " Do you understand how boring being able to see the entire Multiverse is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an idea." I state. " Look can you just judge? Just give out immunity?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's in it for me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great Krypton! What can I possibly offer a cosmic entity?" I throw my hands up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How about you ask Power girl to to visit my domicile on the moon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your kidding right?" I shake my head when I see he isn't. " Fine I can ask her but no guarantees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's all I ask." he smiles. " And I'd know if you wasn't going to uphold your end of the bargain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one wants to join the game email me here Supermanclarkent@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8463167756006802889?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8463167756006802889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8463167756006802889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8463167756006802889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8463167756006802889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-host.html' title='I&apos;m a host'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpxpA5P4jRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t9cD-2PVzWo/s72-c/Watcher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6394504626370701929</id><published>2007-07-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:34:04.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Robin's been punishing me for no rasin.. Um reason!</title><content type='html'>Robin has been a total tyrant and keeps makin'me do like triple the trainin' the others do. I dunno why He's doin'that. I haven't done anything!!! But I'll tell ya, sure as that little blonde kid is puttin' all Bart's tranformers in dresses I ain't puttin' up with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I've been payin' Miss Martian with Oreo cookies to take my place. ( What is it with Martians and Oreos?) Yeah the two of us have similar powers, and she's a shape shifter so it works out just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still this is gettin' ridiculous. I don't mind it when I do something wrong, but when I do nothing well It's time for people to know the truth about Robin. So that's why I made this public service announcement, And put  it on buildings in different cities. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rpb3TO82phI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-FCPfBtTNQE/s1600-h/advertising3hb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rpb3TO82phI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-FCPfBtTNQE/s320/advertising3hb6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086524738964465170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Maybe this is too much? Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6394504626370701929?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6394504626370701929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6394504626370701929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6394504626370701929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6394504626370701929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/07/kon-man-this-is-gettin-stuoid.html' title='Kon: Robin&apos;s been punishing me for no rasin.. Um reason!'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/Rpb3TO82phI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-FCPfBtTNQE/s72-c/advertising3hb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-1604746392588718835</id><published>2007-07-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:02:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman: Some random things.</title><content type='html'>Chris won't stop talking about how much fun he had at Titan's Tower, and he keeps asking when he can go again. Conner on the other hand won't talk to anyone He just locked himself in his room, and before that he got Pa mad at him by punching his tractor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found what was left of it in Michigan. Meanwhile I've been pretty busy. Bizzaro has escaped, again. He goes around town "saving" people. In reality he's dropping them into the harbor Or leaving them on the top of buildings. Basically being a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone asks. yes i did vote to replace the Question as a mentor too that teenage super team. Though I'm not sure who in Krypton's name picked Saiyaman as his replacement. I suppose The Anti reg's need to put him somewhere though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reason ( And no Hal I don't care about Vic's college crush on Lois, like you keep hinting at. ) Is because he acted so strange the last time I saw him on the he Said he was an"urban Shaman" And could talk to he city, and could walk between worlds. I was certain he was on something. Also I could never prove it but I believe he killed that subterranean gang and the supervillian Psychopomp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I am a bit concerned with him being around children especially when at least three of them could be future members of The JLA when they come of age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the Daily Planet we have a new assistant editor. every once in a while something he'll say will be a Freudian slip like when he asked me to go to Clay City this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpRjnjwA31I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WoNFrhqiSDk/s1600-h/gay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpRjnjwA31I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WoNFrhqiSDk/s320/gay1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085799410470805330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the Flash wasn't near to hear that. He'd still be laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-1604746392588718835?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/1604746392588718835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=1604746392588718835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1604746392588718835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/1604746392588718835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/07/superman-some-random-things.html' title='Superman: Some random things.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RpRjnjwA31I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WoNFrhqiSDk/s72-c/gay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-3003811871636022188</id><published>2007-06-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:26:28.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Cassie has gone nuts .. again apparently</title><content type='html'>This morning Miss Martian was chasing some little kid around the tower.The kid had a teddy bear that I guess was Meagan's So glad Chris isn't here they can so they can annoy us together. Though I wish these Starbucks' customers would watch their kids so they'll stop just wandering around. I mean no impressionable mind should have to see Zatara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has sucked. I mean right after the whole saiyan nonsense. Now Amazons have come out of no where and are attacking people. So the authorities has been locking up people that Are connected to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made Wondergirl, and Supergirl freak out. Is it me or is everyone involved with this on drugs? Any way. we try to stop Cassie and Kara from making a big mistake making this stupid situation worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she starts fighting us. During this she yells how none us supported her. i try to calm her down and she shouts "You died on me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah couldn't help that." I respond. "It's not like I could say 'Hey Superboy Prime! Why don't you, you know not try to destroy the world.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well Conner you could try not drooling after everything female you know! All I ever was was arm candy to you you never cared about me !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's not true.. I start to say before Kara smacks me. I wake up and it's all over. And Cassie is gone. I think we maybe broke up. Damn this just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-3003811871636022188?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/3003811871636022188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=3003811871636022188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3003811871636022188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/3003811871636022188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/kon-cassie-has-gone-nuts-again.html' title='Kon: Cassie has gone nuts .. again apparently'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4632102577316790581</id><published>2007-06-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:52:28.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman: Looks like I have to deal with Conner</title><content type='html'>Wonder woman and Batman are after me to try to put some kind of controls on Kon-El After the so called "Hot tub incident. Wonder Woman is concerned about Wonder Girl's mental state. Since well she didn't try to crush X-23. And Starfire. Roy Is yelling at me that he somehow controlled Starfire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't control a vacuum cleaner I doubt he controlled her. I also doubt she wanted anything more than to sit in the hot tub. Batman who's still mad that Conner used to date his precious Cassandra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce I think you should worry more about the half saiyan that's with her now. So Ok Bruce Stop suggesting thing like a Kryptonite chastity belt. Diana o More neutering suggestions. Our Wally's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flash ran up to me and said " I have two words for Conner ! Salt. Peter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a talk with him about it. " Conner the way you've been acting towards girls lately Inappropriate." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What have I done?" he protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The hot tub thing for starters." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok No one did anything in the hot tub, Kara is blowing that waaaay out of proportion. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok How about how you were acting in LGS 2?" I ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I was tryin' to get ratings and stay on the show!" He protests. Besides your not really one to talk there Supes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you talking about Conner?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I found this pic the other day, in your trunk, that you keep at the Kent Barn. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows me this. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rn9xXQtmaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pOnzyZfbwPQ/s1600-h/Courtship-Ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rn9xXQtmaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pOnzyZfbwPQ/s320/Courtship-Ladies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079903549134366946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Great Krypton! Now um Conner... I Um... " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Don't worry about it. " He laughs. " I seem to get it honestly. Don't worry I'll probably settle down someday. But tell me this wasn't your idea to confront me about this was it? it was Oh I dunno Batman? I mean the dude hasn't had a date since the Macraena was popular. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh at that one a little bit. But now I'm a little worried that Conner got his roving eye from something in my genes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4632102577316790581?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4632102577316790581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4632102577316790581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4632102577316790581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4632102577316790581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/superman-looks-like-i-have-to-deal-with.html' title='Superman: Looks like I have to deal with Conner'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rn9xXQtmaOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pOnzyZfbwPQ/s72-c/Courtship-Ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4603229369909844687</id><published>2007-06-17T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:22:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pranks and dumb kids.</title><content type='html'>So Superman Is trying to get me to like Chris Kent. Who is he you ask? Well He's like General Zod's Kid from the Phantom Zone. ( I didn't know you can like do it in the Phantom Zone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supes Says. " Conner you need to stop acting like you hate him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well then how will he get get the hint that I do hate him?" I joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Conner he looks up to you." Kal tires to guilt me. " One day He'll be Superboy, to your Superman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nah. Likely he'll be the General Zod to my Superman. " I mumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kon. You of all people shouldn't hold some one's genetics against them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah Yeah, Because of the whole Luthor thing . " I remark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Exactly. Now you should take him to Titan's Tower. So you two can bond. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Supes, wants me to to sleep in the same place as this kid, who'll probably pull a Damien on me. And I don't mean The Kid from the Omen. I mean Batman's son that beat down Robin, and tried to take his place. I stare at the kid who all the sudden yells "Kneel before Chris!" Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On th way too the tower I Finally tell him " You really need to cool it with the kneel stuff kid." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " Because is why. And don't ask me to explain, Because I'll I'd have to explain it to Bart too. And Robin has banned me from explainin' things to Bart. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why don't you just hit Robin? He's only human." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'd rather have a friend than you know a a body with a big stump at the end of the neck layin' at the ground. And if your gonna do the good guy thing, the Black Adam route doesn't really end well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he totally didn't take my advise And yelled Kneel before Chris at Ravager, Which started a fight, which destroyed the TV room. And really a six year old with Superman powers is a bad thing as what's left of my 360 can tell you. I'm so gettin' that kid's allowance for the next few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I during this? I was asleep ,and wake up to this. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYcIVUjSLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o7Kv9dRYMsE/s1600-h/Superboyblue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYcIVUjSLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o7Kv9dRYMsE/s320/Superboyblue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077276559394687154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Gah! No! I've turned into Superboy Blue! I don't want lame energy powers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear laughing outside, and it's that idiot Zachary Zatara." Hahahahahahahaha! Don't worry muscle head, the spell is only temporary. I told you I'd get you back for humiliating me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. Ok then time to show everyone Something that us Titans have been laughing about for weeks. Ya see Raven , and Zatara have their room split in half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven's half: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYgVFUjSMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oLKLPsZ49tM/s1600-h/Raven+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYgVFUjSMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oLKLPsZ49tM/s320/Raven+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077281176484530370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack's half maybe a little much for some stomachs but here ya go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYhEFUjSNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cwjRCRKYOkM/s1600-h/Zack%27s+half..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYhEFUjSNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cwjRCRKYOkM/s320/Zack%27s+half..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077281983938382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that pink burns my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go I hear Chris arguing with Miss Martian, How the heck do you anger Miss Martian? I dunno, but that kid found a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4603229369909844687?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4603229369909844687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4603229369909844687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4603229369909844687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4603229369909844687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-pranks-and-dumb-kids.html' title='Of Pranks and dumb kids.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RnYcIVUjSLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o7Kv9dRYMsE/s72-c/Superboyblue.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5777865518615105406</id><published>2007-06-14T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:12:57.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman's new look</title><content type='html'>It seems batman has been a victim of a saiyan prank. Vincent dressed him like... &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIZWQtmaKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c8FWeqIwWTE/s1600-h/Batgirl_by_tvskyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIZWQtmaKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c8FWeqIwWTE/s320/Batgirl_by_tvskyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076147600234014882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At super speed. He glares at me. " What are you laughing at Clark? This wasn't my idea, But you've had some bad looks yourself. Remember Blue energy Superman?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIcPAtmaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z8QsT2zolGI/s1600-h/Superman%2520blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIcPAtmaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z8QsT2zolGI/s320/Superman%2520blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076150774214846642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or when you split off into red Energy Superman? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIdNwtmaMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N0m48tgctFM/s1600-h/Superman+red..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIdNwtmaMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N0m48tgctFM/s320/Superman+red..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076151852251637954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I had no choice with any of those!" I defend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he smiles, " No. But you did to decide to keep that Mullet after you died. How long was that about a year?" &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIfQgtmaNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pxGFYODnsRA/s1600-h/Supermullet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIfQgtmaNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pxGFYODnsRA/s320/Supermullet.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076154098519533778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember anyone forcing you to make a fool of yourself with that. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all of the sudden Batman's not so funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5777865518615105406?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5777865518615105406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5777865518615105406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5777865518615105406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5777865518615105406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/batmans-new-look.html' title='Batman&apos;s new look'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RnIZWQtmaKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c8FWeqIwWTE/s72-c/Batgirl_by_tvskyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4129696647250416690</id><published>2007-06-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:12:47.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Hard decision time.</title><content type='html'>I talked to Kid Flash a bit, and He didn't really help on the whole "Tell Tim his ex walks among the living thing." Though Bart would understand it better, than HS Who grew up around Veg head an his weirdness, people bein' wished back from the dead, is pretty normal to him, while to guys like me and Bart? Is weird and new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Miss Martian's cheery voice behind me. " Wanna see my plushie?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Not.... Wait what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My plush superman ! " She grins showing me the toy. " Isn't it cute?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmsyFFUjSKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bqhWwTOZINo/s1600-h/superman-10inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmsyFFUjSKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bqhWwTOZINo/s320/superman-10inch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074204468072106146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah.. that's great Meagan. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Something wrong Conner?" She asks. smiling" Can I help?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I doubt it, Robin's girlfriend was I think wished back, and I gotta figure out how to tell him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's glorious !" She shouts. " Tim should be happy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dunno, I mean he just got over it and all, And I'm afraid he'd be mad at Batgirl for doing the whole wishing back, because well Veg head or Goku wouldn't have a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know that these Um dragon balls Tee -Hee! Are how Spoiler came back?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stay outta my mind!" I see tears well up in her eyes. " Um sorry. Yeah the Dragon balls are kinda lie um well they make physics their bitch and spank it down. Well that's what HS tells me, and well I was apparently brought back with them. Probably Raven knows of them I guess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You humans are so silly ." She pats my shoulder. " This is a good thing, even if they don't get back together or anything it would be good, to know she is alive. I'd want to know and would be happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your always happy." I point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" True. " she shrugs. " Pick up the phone and tell him. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Gotta like the direct approach. So I call up Tim's cell phone it rings a bit. "Hello?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tim... it's Conner. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What did you do now? " He sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nothin'!" I protest " Why would you think I did anything?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because your you, and because Dick keeps about something here being your fault. So we're here in West City about something, and he says your involved." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh. " Not really Tim. But I have some prior knowledge because of Vegeta, and Supes knowin' each other, and um well how I came back from the dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok. Vegeta would explain why we're in West City. " He says. " but not why Dick Stopped to talk to the Question." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Question? " That's a shock to me. " Which one? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Guy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not sure about that Tim. So um have you heard of Dragonballs?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes a sighing sound. " Conner I swear if you called me to tell me about some kind of porno... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No Tim, Look I'll get to the point I saw Steph." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Then finally. " You have ghost vision now? or do you mean in the after life? Look If your going to tell me you had some kinda after life affair with Spoiler, I forgive you ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I mean I saw her alive dude, alive and joking. We kinda had a little fight in Gotham. And I think Cass wished her back usin' the D-balls." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know who's screwing with your head Conner, but they did a good job, It wasn't Steph, and whoever that was is sick. I'm over her death, now. Wait a sec. I get I get it Batman was trying to convince me she was alive, as some kind of test are you in on it with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this resurrection denial? " Tim I talked to her... I wouldn't mess with your head like Batman. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh I get it Batman fooled you too huh?" Look I gotta talk to you later ok ? We'll both confront Batman about his using us later ok? But um maybe you should get Superman to back us up huh? If it's not Batman, then I'll find whoever it is , and put them down hard! Talk to you later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great Poor Tim, when he sees her... Why the Hell is Nightwing taking Tim to see her? I mean I know it wouldn't be the best thing in the world for him to run into her at the next big Crisis or whatever. But damn instead of easing him into the idea of her bein' back he's just gonna show her. Well at least Dick once again lives up to his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4129696647250416690?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4129696647250416690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4129696647250416690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4129696647250416690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4129696647250416690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/kon-hard-decision-time.html' title='Kon: Hard decision time.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmsyFFUjSKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bqhWwTOZINo/s72-c/superman-10inch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-7490839781218773958</id><published>2007-06-07T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:51:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergirl: Why? Jason Todd Why?????</title><content type='html'>Heya Kara here, I just found out All that crystal nonsense was some bimbo testing me to see if I was a universal anomaly or some junk. Whatever, Whore! I totally beat you good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Something really bad has happened that effects all the meta human women of the planet badly maybe the whole Universe! Man it's even worse than My cousin Conner's after saiyan war party with that stupid hot tub he built on Hacknor then installed in Titan's Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/RmgHRwQiRsI/AAAAAAAAABk/fLijLJ9eBSs/s1600-h/Kon+paradise..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/RmgHRwQiRsI/AAAAAAAAABk/fLijLJ9eBSs/s320/Kon+paradise..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073312981826291394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously X-23 you can do better . And Conner isn't that your friend's ex? I mean I don't know about Earth but Krypton has rules about that sort of thing. Starfire I don't know what's in that wine glass there but I know you drank too much of it to be where you are. And Cassie Why In Rao's name are you putting up with that? I was so speechless to see you there twirling your lasso like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I talked Vella out of going to the tower that night. That would have probably traumatised her. Or Conner would have done something that would get him killed by like a saiyan executioner or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no this tragedy is worse than my idiot clone of a cousin. And that's saying something. No it's this! It's so bad That I really can't look again, if you have like some kinda condition that will be affected by seeing things that should never happen like totally look away now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/RmgKvAQiRtI/AAAAAAAAABs/iNa9mnpzoas/s1600-h/Nightwing+ouch!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/RmgKvAQiRtI/AAAAAAAAABs/iNa9mnpzoas/s320/Nightwing+ouch!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073316782872348370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry every time I see it. Damn you Jason Todd! You can punch Robin in the face all you want, But when you do that to Nightwing!!! GRRRRRRRAAARRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is it because your lame pick up lines and bad breathe scare away superheriones , that you have to try and punish us all by hitting Nightwing there? Well we are not going to let you get away with that! We're going to hunt you down Jason Todd , and ,and well we'll do something bad. And no amount of lame net lingo will save you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out Red Hood! And oh yeah guess what? I told Jimmy Olsen your Secret Identity! Yeah like everyone knows it now! Ha! Excuse me I gotta go smack Conner for laughing at the Nightwing injury. Get better soon Nightwing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-7490839781218773958?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/7490839781218773958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=7490839781218773958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7490839781218773958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/7490839781218773958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/supergirl-why-jason-todd-why.html' title='Supergirl: Why? Jason Todd Why?????'/><author><name>supergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431402687171891012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/3770/1600/Supergirl_V_08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kyTwE5LFtAM/RmgHRwQiRsI/AAAAAAAAABk/fLijLJ9eBSs/s72-c/Kon+paradise..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-5564964956199451821</id><published>2007-06-04T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:26:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman: A new Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>I returned to the Watchtower from the party where&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2007/06/king-is-crowned.html"&gt; Vegeta was crowned king of his people. &lt;/a&gt; To the Watchtower. I suspected Green Lantern to be the one at Monitor duty, Instead it was Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Bruce what are you doing here? Why did you miss the party? Batgirl was there.." &lt;a href="http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/dead-walk.html"&gt; " What Cassandra does with her life no longer concerns me." &lt;/a&gt; He states gloomily . Even for Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That's a different tune than just last week, when he calls me up at three in the morning to tell me to and I quote " Keep your pup away from Cassandra,or I'll neuter him." Not that i really Think Conner is interested in rekindling the relationship with Cass, but he does like to rub it in Vincent's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lois really appreciated being woke up before her big interview with the president. Seems they are allowing us non registered in the super hero community to be accountable for ourselves but we have to train, and licence the younger ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll pick who's all involved with running that soon . I'll tell you one thing the name Stark will not be one of them. Any way back to Batman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Batman did you have a falling out with her? Why? Because she came back from the dead? I've done that. No Wait it's because of her little crush on Vegeta's son. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't want to talk about it!" He snaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" It could be worse " I grin." It could have been Trunks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" This is not the time for your 'humor' Kent!" He yells Ok no more friendly banter today I see. " Any way I'm glad your here I was able to catch up on one of my experiments with Kryptonite." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Rao I remember what happened last time he had one of his experiments, he made pink Krytonite. I didn't like the result of that. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RmUUDAtmaDI/AAAAAAAAADE/CPEKwUlY5wY/s1600-h/pink5lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RmUUDAtmaDI/AAAAAAAAADE/CPEKwUlY5wY/s320/pink5lr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072482597266155570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to Linda anyway? I hope she's alright. Bruce has a small smirk come over his face. " This one won't work like the last one. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh. " And why do you keep experimenting with this? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to find a variety of Kryptonite that just stops you without killing you next time your mind controlled or something." He states. Though I swear he just does this as a prank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens a lead box with a purple k- Rock inside, and I start feeling weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Clark what do you feel" I hear bat man ask from what seems like far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Boy. " I say when I start seeing things weird things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Superman! What is it? What do you see?" &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RmUcMgtmaEI/AAAAAAAAADM/FyzV3LtNwOo/s1600-h/World%27s+finest+crack..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RmUcMgtmaEI/AAAAAAAAADM/FyzV3LtNwOo/s320/World%27s+finest+crack..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072491556567935042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hee hee hee hee!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Superman? Are you ok?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-5564964956199451821?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/5564964956199451821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=5564964956199451821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5564964956199451821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/5564964956199451821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/superman-new-kryptonite.html' title='Superman: A new Kryptonite'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RmUUDAtmaDI/AAAAAAAAADE/CPEKwUlY5wY/s72-c/pink5lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2447694882797832777</id><published>2007-06-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:07:39.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kon: Someone tore open Spoiler's grave.</title><content type='html'>Well the whole saiyan invasion thing is pretty much done and over now. Even though some people are afraid veg head will now turn his people on us.Kal doubts it. I dunno . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Cyborg convinced me to come back to the Titans.So Now Zatarra gets to annoy me at least three days a week joy! Oh well I can deal with it, but I am still not wearing the tux he wants me to wear for whatever reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing the net , and dodging Starbucks patrons, I got this weird report, That a girl's grave was just torn open. I read the name on the tombstone, and gasp. " Stephanie Brown." Spoiler Tim's Ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Who the hell would do this ? Maybe one of Bats' enemies found out she was Robin for a little bit there? I guess I could leave for Bats to look into, but he went all weirdo when Cass got blown up. Don't even know if he knows she just kinda popped back into existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was weird I wonder if that's what it looked like when I came back? Last Time I heard from Tim he was doing pretty good, Kept talking about this girl he met. and now If he hears about this well I imagine first this. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmD9RftjnPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xhsjASn52JY/s1600-h/COUNTDOWN43CVR_B_CMYK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmD9RftjnPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xhsjASn52JY/s320/COUNTDOWN43CVR_B_CMYK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071331657431358706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next super drinking spree! I like a little beer now and then but nothing like he was doing. And besides Superman already made me stop that. Ok So Now what Maybe with my powers I can find the sicko that dis this , and lay the smack down Before Robin has to hear of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna fly to Gotham! Joy! Man! Gotham's is like night to Metropolis' day. And every time I go there Bats insults me. I to the grave site. I keep lookin' at it tryin' to figure out what to do now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what would pop do? Use some microscopic vision to see if he can get clues. Well what's surprisin' is this was done by someone's hand not a shovel. I can see finger prints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse ya can tell someone just punched into the coffin. This is sick." Hey Kid!' Someone yells. " You a superhero?" I turn on this hunched over old dude. I mean this guy just screamed "Horror Movie cliche" for a grave yard caretaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah I am. So did ya see anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah it was one of them damn saiyans that's been causing all the trouble, But he wasn't wearing all that weird armor. He was in a leather jacket, red shirt and jeans. " Oh no don't tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Was he with anyone ? " I ask hopin' It ain't who I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah some girl in black leather, I think she may be saiyan too but she didn't have a tail. And get this she had Batman's symbol on her chest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh. " Did they look about my age? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah as a matter of fact they did. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks." Crap! Crap! Crap! CRAP! Is all I can think while flying for the second time in a week to West City. What was Vincent and Cass Thinking? Oh Rao! What if they didn't come back "right." I mean remember pet semetary? What if they are demons or zombies or something? I mean I some times worry that I'm not really the same Conner I was before I died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the whole Goin' To West City thing was a bust I use my telescopic, and X-ray vision And when I X-rayed Capsule Corp I saw..&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEZm_tjnQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mdtUdJonql0/s1600-h/Bulma%26Vegeta06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEZm_tjnQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mdtUdJonql0/s320/Bulma%26Vegeta06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071362813124123906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew Ew Ew ew! Ok Bulma didn't look bad, but still ugh Vegeta gross! OK so now where? I guess I can fly back to Gotham see what i can find up there. Man I'm really gettin' my frequent flyer miles today. I start at the West Coast go to the East Coast , and then now back to the East Coast. At least this doesn't take hours anymore like it used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just kinda floatin' above the city tryin' to tune my hearin' to listen for either Vince or Cass' Voice yeah good luck there. She's always so quiet ) and usin' All my vision powers. Then i hear from behind me " Hey Superboy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I ain't Superboy any more Call me Kon.." I turn and my heat vision goes crazy from what I see livin' dead Spoiler in Robin Costume with bad hair "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Jumps over the vision and kicks me. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEdLPtjnRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aMfldquVD0E/s1600-h/Kon+VS.+Spoiler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEdLPtjnRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aMfldquVD0E/s320/Kon+VS.+Spoiler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071366734429265170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grins at me. " So is this some kind of fight team up thing Kon AAAAHHHHHH? just skip to the team up ' kay? I'm sorry but Superboy was a much better name. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man! I ain't sure what to do here. I try punchin' at her. And I get hit with evil zombie gas! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEew_tjnSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qCAhUYVUFy4/s1600-h/Kon+Synth+spoiler+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmEew_tjnSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qCAhUYVUFy4/s320/Kon+Synth+spoiler+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071368482480954658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm so sorry Um Steph.. but I." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wait you know my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah kinda after you died, look I know Ya think eatin' Tim's brains might be a good idea but.. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts laughing Actually so hard she's holdin' her gut. " Oh man! Thanks for my first laugh since I came back you think I'm a zombie? Bwhahahahahhahahaha!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your not where did that gas stuff come from?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Um a pellet in my utility belt, were did you think it came from?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Never mind.. How? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes at me. " You came back, from the dead , Superman did, Even freaking Jason Todd did, and your asking me such a dumb question? Cass and her pet alien wished me back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So. That's why your grave was opened up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah that kind of sucked waking up in my own coffin. I guess you know that too huh? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrug. "Um no. I just kind woke up in a cornfield. They say I was given a whole new body." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Lucky you." she snorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So why are you in the robin costume? " I ask breaking the uncomfortable silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My Spoiler costume was had grave mud all over it, I'm thinking of burning it. So how's Tim doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy " Well he uh went into rehab. He had a drinking problem for a bit there. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh. " Was all I get here. Man Maybe I shouldn't say anything but it just slips out. "He met a girl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns away and I hear her voice cracking a bit. " Um Ok I gotta go find Cass and Ape boy, are (sniff) going to tell Batman we're back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Me and my big mouth. " I'm sorry out came out like that. But um ya would have found out eventually. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok Kon AAAAHH!" She says before using a grappling hook ,and swinging off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Kon-El!" I shout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. I guess I should Give Tim a call. or I could stay ourt of it, hmmm not sure if he should just walk into to the Batcave and find his formerly dead girlfriend alive and kicking. I don't know what to do here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2447694882797832777?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2447694882797832777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2447694882797832777' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2447694882797832777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2447694882797832777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/06/kon-someone-tore-open-spoilers-grave.html' title='Kon: Someone tore open Spoiler&apos;s grave.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RmD9RftjnPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xhsjASn52JY/s72-c/COUNTDOWN43CVR_B_CMYK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2525402230227888454</id><published>2007-05-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:58:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape from Saiyan Island</title><content type='html'>Great Krypton! I have to get out of this prison cell. Because Black Adam keeps running around doing this. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RlupaJoStVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xk1O90jD2eY/s1600-h/blackadam-Cv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RlupaJoStVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xk1O90jD2eY/s320/blackadam-Cv1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069832072262235474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really disturbing. he walks around with. That. Has meals with it. The ,man needs help and he's not going to get it as long as the these saiyans use him as a weapon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a familiar voice in the next cell. Bruce Banner. " Dr. Banner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Who is that?" He screams " Your not another Hulk are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm surronded by insanity. But this does give me an idea, and idea that'll probably end up getting me hurt. " No Banner You idiot! I'm one of the many who's fought you over the years you murderer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I've never killed anyone!" He screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you sure Bruce? The Hulk smashes buildings all the time! But your just a fool who doesn' t want to take responsibility for what he does!" In actuality he really hasn't killed anyone but playing on Banner's fears Will get the result I want. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rluz7poStWI/AAAAAAAAACs/mRUhqOWqiEQ/s1600-h/Banner+transformed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rluz7poStWI/AAAAAAAAACs/mRUhqOWqiEQ/s320/Banner+transformed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069843642904130914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stop it! You... don't know what your doing!" He protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm talking to a little pansy boy ! That's what I'm doing! Your nothing but a speck of human garbage Banner!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HULK SMASH!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rlu2TJoStXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wGhGXO0pFuI/s1600-h/hulkpainted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rlu2TJoStXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wGhGXO0pFuI/s320/hulkpainted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069846245654312306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Green monster towers over me. " Hulk remember you Cape Man! You hunted Hulk before! Hounded Hulk! Now you make fun Of Hulk and tell lies about him! This time Puny Cape man Hulk will smash! Smash you good!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I had a small amount of invulnerability left. His punch knocked me through the roof of the prison. Ah. Sun restores my powers. I fly back down. Back down, and Apologise to the Hulk he's not taking it too well. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rlu7uZoStYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YhP0D0ZbsFU/s1600-h/Supes+vs+Hulk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rlu7uZoStYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YhP0D0ZbsFU/s320/Supes+vs+Hulk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069852211363886466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saiyans attack him. Us while the Hulk Gets distracted by them I go back to the cells. And free any other hero that's been captured. One is severely injured. Raven of the Teen Titans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Did the saiyans do this?" I ask as her back bleeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No I think it was Stark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark? What in Rao's name is he thinking? " Can you teleport your self?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says. " I have to conserve my energy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That complicates things hopefully the saiyns didn't see if search my belt. No . I still have the JLA communicator. " Watchtower this is Suprerman Two to beam up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder woman said she would use the the purple healing ray to restore Raven. I ask The Flash. What the current situation is since I was captured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well their have been fights breaking out All over the globe. And Now Batman has decided he wants to go off and play Lone Ranger, to fight Iron Man. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. this female voice starts demanding " Man of Krypton! I know you can hear me! If you want to stop this war come here!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly down to where the person yelled my name. I find a female saiyan. " Hmph So your the so called Superman eh? Bah! Your not that impressive. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must be related to Vegeta. " Who are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smirks. " I suppose you can call me the Saiyan Queen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it. " So what is this this thing that will end the war?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Simple Kryptonain, a new king. My former husband is a coward he used his pet monsters, to defeat our son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I see where she's going. " So you think Trunks Should challenge King Vegeta?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs. " Maybe if he could stop chasing skirts for more than five minutes! Bu No. I'm talking about our son. Fool when That fool King Vegeta mated with a super elite, he had to have known he was creating his own death. Mwhhahhhahahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you talking about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you are a little slow on the uptake Kal-El!" Someone shouts from inside the ship behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my X-ray vision and see Vegeta, so the reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated. He walks out with this cape. I use my microscopic vision on it's made with Kryptonian fibers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Where did you get that?" I question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks. " I killed a zombie version of you in the Amazing Mutant Race two, and took his cape as a trophy. It protected me from the worst of what that imbecile and Black Adam did to me. And When mother found me and put me in a rejuvenation chamber. Tell the others that We're about to end this whole mess, first let me find the troops." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closes his eyes, and does something. " Why the Hell is Vincent in the same room with Iron Man? Hmph. Whatever looks like I'll be a little late. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flies off. Hopefully he can really end this stupid battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2525402230227888454?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2525402230227888454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2525402230227888454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2525402230227888454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2525402230227888454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/escape-from-saiyan-island.html' title='Escape from Saiyan Island'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RlupaJoStVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Xk1O90jD2eY/s72-c/blackadam-Cv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6941288468262215799</id><published>2007-05-24T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:45:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiyans took Superman?</title><content type='html'>Dam it! While I was wasting time with freaky clones in Titans Tower, Saiyans Took Superman! I finally caught up with everyone at the Watchtower. And Zachary Zatara was trying to tell me what to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What we're we're just gonna sit here while Superman is missin' I don't think so!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well your a teen Titan Kon-El , and you will do what I say got it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No! Maybe ya should say it louder ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices he can't talk . I grin. " Tactile Telekinesis, People seem to forget I have that power. Though I used to say it all the time. I'm touching the floor , and so are you. Means I can keep you from talking, or moving. So no spells.I know Your leader of the Titans and all that, but guess what ? I did pretty good when I was out by myself. It may just be time for me to do that again, Maybe ya can call Kara to take my place or something. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the teleporter, and dial up West City. The first thing I find is Vincent flying around. Good, just the jerk I was wanting to beat some info out of. I fly into slamming him, and taken him over the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I power bomb him into an uninhabited island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up not sure what was going on . " What the Hell are you doing? " He shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm only gonna ask you this once. Where is Superman? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How the should I know?" He protests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your a Saiyan! Your damn buddies are running around attacking cities.And they took Supes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glowers at me. "I'm not one of them! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wrong answer!" I shout flying at him and punching his jaw. He turns all gold, but different this time with all this weird lightning around his body. Oddly he punched me somewhat harder than when we fought at the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clear my head, and and next his foot goes for my face. " I should hurt you more for accusing me of betraying the planet. But you've had enough. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have been right, I was seeing three of him, so I just throw a shot at the one in the middle one's gut. While he's stunned I fire a full blast of Heatvision. He shouts. "Idiot! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And begins powering up some blast there is no way I'm letting him do that. I Tackle the puns, and throw some punches into his jaw. He head buts me . Making more stars fly across my eyes, next thing I know I'm blasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recover pretty quick. I use my TTK to make the ground beneath him explode. While he's stunned I slam my knee into that ugly mug of his.As He's stunned I'm about to set him up for a pile driver instead he chops the back of my knee. Before I collapse though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I elbow him in the forehead. I start to get up, when a girl's voice screams "Why are you doing this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to Vella, shouting. " Because you aliens have Superman!" I accuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She floats down to her brother and pulls him up. " . your as much of an alien as I am. We don't have them the bad saiyans do " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's the difference?" I spit. She slugs me, and tears start flowing in her eyes. " I thought you were my friend! You don't trust us at all do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But I .." I begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No don't say anything! Just don't talk to me ever again!" She shrieks. Flying with Vincent. Damn me and my temper really screwed up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6941288468262215799?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6941288468262215799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6941288468262215799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6941288468262215799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6941288468262215799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/saiyans-took-superman.html' title='Saiyans took Superman?'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-8947650499720668886</id><published>2007-05-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:08:03.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiyan invasion.</title><content type='html'>King Vegeta,has been threatening us with invasion. Now he finally did it. The saiyans have been invading small countries. It was now time to strike back. And was ready to engage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Surrender now!" Yells Tony Stark. " You people will not like our response to your acts of war believe me. " I can tell he's been drinking again. Actually anyone can tell Stark is off the wagon. This is going to be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called "king." Laughs. " Your of no interest to us tin man! I won't even talk to no powered trash like you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have to step up. " Why are you doing this ? We've never did anything to you saiyans!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grins. " Ah a Kryptonian, seems ours is not the only race that was only thought to be dead. What you've done is weaken my boy! He actually protects these sniveling little worms instead of building an empire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's what this is about?" I ask unbelieving. " Disappointment in your son?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs. " No! it's about building the empire I should have had, if not for Frieza! Our race is a race of conquest. And this planet will be the first, and with the powers some of you have, the empire will be that much easier to build!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glare, "That's not going to happen. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs and orders the other saiyans to attack. I fly straight for him. " Ha! You come from a race of scientists Kryptonian! I come from a race of warriors! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punch him in the jaw before he can finish whatever it was he was going to say, I'm swarmed by aliens then. I knock them all off. Except this one, that inexplicably fires heatvison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Me Mungo! prince of Saiyans! you hurt daddy! Me hurt you!" His powers weren't unlike my own. In fact more so than any saiyan I've ever seen. The king screams " Show him your the strength born of Daxamite, and a saiyan boy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that explians it. So I can go all out. I give him a punch as hard as I can which knocks him into the air, and he falls to the land below. " Me hurt! " He screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it did I hit him too hard? Vegeta can take a full powered shot. Then evreything goes insane. Ships come out of the water, And people from Namor's undersea kingdom attack. Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saiyan king maniacally laughs. " We've made allies here. Others who think like us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namor slams into me. " Imperious Rex!" I have no idea why he's siding wth the saiyans. Though he has been goaded by Stark. Into a cold war. I Give him a dose of Heat vision, and am surprised to find, Black Adam coming after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Grarr! My families dead! I must kill everything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought he was insane before. he flies behind me shouting " fuzzy Bunnies!" where magic lightning strikes me. Then Mungo comes after me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them beat on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namor complains to King Vegeta. "That is not the Honorable way to defeat someone as noble as him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Nevermind!winning is all that matters!" The king dismisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Goku Jumps for at Namor, and King Vegeta, And he's blasted, by several Altanteans. This is the last thing I see before, I black out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in some kind of cell with red sun lamps. And Son Goku Was in another cell. kept a sleep, by some kind of gas. I need to start thinking about how to get out of this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-8947650499720668886?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/8947650499720668886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=8947650499720668886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8947650499720668886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/8947650499720668886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/saiyan-invasion.html' title='Saiyan invasion.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-4818788824134647803</id><published>2007-05-21T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:24:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is evreybody?</title><content type='html'>I was eliminated from &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/"&gt;LGS2&lt;/a&gt;And How do I feel about it? Not bad really. I had some fun while I was there. But I was startin' to get a little homesick. That and was I was a little disturbed by how good looking a freaking Lohan robot was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I don't want to be Magneto! Who knows how it starts? I mean first the attraction to an artificial life form, then ya may start thinkin' " You know pink may not be so bad. " and then your draped in pink , wearing a bucket on your head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm at Titans Tower , and it's freakin' empty! Not even the Starbucks people are here. what in Rao's name happened? I use the super hearing and hear a heartbeat in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly down there, a bit, and see what I've only hear about from Bart. The infamous cloning lab. Yeah the Memorial displays too Spoiler, and Tim's parents don't really bother me, And I guess the one with my shirt in it does weird me out so I just take my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This voice yells " That's not yours! it's mine! " I look over to see this....thing. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RlHvvYnPQHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/URbqRDy46cQ/s1600-h/composite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RlHvvYnPQHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/URbqRDy46cQ/s320/composite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067094653108437106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one response to seeing a green half me, half Robin. " YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It screams the same way, and smashes through the wall. Oh great, and now it's loose. I try to find it, But that thing is long gone. Ok so now back to where is everyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe I should see if if there's some kind of emergency, Ok next stop Watchtower, just hope Robin didn't accidentally create anymore weird clones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile at the Watchtower. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RlHx-onPQII/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZUTyFMfmwAI/s1600-h/compositesuperbatgirlartadams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RlHx-onPQII/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZUTyFMfmwAI/s320/compositesuperbatgirlartadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067097114124697730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-4818788824134647803?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/4818788824134647803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=4818788824134647803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4818788824134647803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/4818788824134647803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-evreybody.html' title='Where is evreybody?'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RlHvvYnPQHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/URbqRDy46cQ/s72-c/composite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-2916164290692376683</id><published>2007-05-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:19:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vengence on the Saiyan Prince: The next generation.</title><content type='html'>The whole " Tiny" pic that Vincent put up on the 'net, has distracted me at &lt;a href="http://last-gladiator2.blogspot.com/"&gt; LGS 2 &lt;/a&gt; So much that Henchman yelled at me telling me to get my head back in the game. OK. So I'll have to do something to pay a certain teen aged version of Vegeta back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after thinking about it a little I doubt Cass Cain, really knew what Vince was doing. Or didn't know how much it would mess with me . I remember for a second, the monologuing ranting psycho she was under Slade's drug. But that's over now, I mean she ain't really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vince Briefs? Yeah that kid was born bad. Or he learned it from nut job daddy whichever. Yeah I bet this was all his idea. I ain't sure what that punk has against me, but I know he's been pissed at me ever since he could walk or talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I came back to Earth, And Put these all over West City, and Capsule Corp. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkXwImQJOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW6rST-BZ9U/s1600-h/Vince+like+chicken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkXwImQJOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW6rST-BZ9U/s320/Vince+like+chicken.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063717386545871298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwhahahahahhahaha! I even taped them all over his room. At least I think it was his room, I mean there was this picture in there. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkX0dWQJOdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f6gtN__tQ6c/s1600-h/BatgirlColor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkX0dWQJOdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f6gtN__tQ6c/s320/BatgirlColor01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063722141074667986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I'm sure Batman would have a heart attack if he saw that. But second what bothered me was I saw a teddy bear on the bed in there. Which kind of made wonder if that was Vincent's room, or Does Dr. Bulma need to pay for some therapy for that boy ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be Vella's room, but why would the bikini pic of Cass be there? Unless? Vella? and Cass? &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkX1yWQJOeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U-jYoMFY1FE/s1600-h/Conner%27s+fantasy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkX1yWQJOeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U-jYoMFY1FE/s320/Conner%27s+fantasy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063723601363548642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm Vell's supersaiyan form. I mean ... um great if Wondergirl don't kill me Veg head will. Oh well I better get back to Hacknor before one of those saiyans catch me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-2916164290692376683?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/2916164290692376683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=2916164290692376683' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2916164290692376683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/2916164290692376683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/vengence-on-saiyan-prince-next.html' title='Vengence on the Saiyan Prince: The next generation.'/><author><name>Kon-El</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977135262569985604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l269/vegetaman_2006/KonSmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1nm9ato8eA/RkXwImQJOcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bW6rST-BZ9U/s72-c/Vince+like+chicken.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6446259190814381268</id><published>2007-05-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:09:10.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I hear.</title><content type='html'>Mostly I tune out things with my super hearing because well for the most part it's pretty boring. Mostly people ordering food or something. But every once in a while I'll hear something funny, Like Batman say" I hope no one knows I know I wear a girdle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Vegeta talking baby talk to his wife that's hilarious. But sometimes i hear things I don't really want to hear like this for example. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RkLgliEXIsI/AAAAAAAAACc/OP5p1vusJPw/s1600-h/Superman-Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RkLgliEXIsI/AAAAAAAAACc/OP5p1vusJPw/s320/Superman-Bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062855866522739394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely tell you mister , it's not. And why would you hope... Never mind I don't want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31220772-6446259190814381268?l=familyofsteel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/feeds/6446259190814381268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31220772&amp;postID=6446259190814381268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6446259190814381268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31220772/posts/default/6446259190814381268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofsteel.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-i-hear.html' title='The things I hear.'/><author><name>Superman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07106543027964156391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4245/3367/1600/339px-Superman_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RkLgliEXIsI/AAAAAAAAACc/OP5p1vusJPw/s72-c/Superman-Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31220772.post-6846385261464278614</id><published>2007-05-03T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:46:23.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple capture becomes a brawl.</title><content type='html'>The Question had drawn the so called Heroslayer out in the open, now me and the Batman just had to finish him. I grabbed Question away from him, while Batman rained Punches and kicks down on the person formerly known as Super Shield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " You Fool! " Slayer yells . You couldn't hurt this body even if you wanted too! Even if you could it's just a shell you can't hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hnh Let's put that to the test. " Batman growls taking out A set of metal gloves from his belt.  Before he can put them on slayer knocks him down, I pull The mad man off of Bruce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He takes out a gun and before he can shoot it a batarang knocks it away. " We already no of your kryptonite ordinance, do yourself a favor "Shield stop now. Before your seriously hurt. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I pull the mask off and the former hero smiles manically . " Sorry Super Shield isn't at home right now.Only Heroslayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Punch him at about half of my full strength, knowing he may be durable, but he's not invulnerable. " Give up this senseless battle. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He yells something in some arcane language and I'm knocked back, great magic. While I'm recovering Bat man punches slayer with a hard "clang" . Heroslayer falls but grabs his hood, and replaces it " Who's martial arts style should I download. I have it a combination of your little girl sidekick and Wolverine ." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Expendable claws come out of his gloves. And He starts to systematically tear Batman apart too bad he forgot about me. I speed around him taking the air from his lungs. " that's the problem with spells Heroslayer, You actually have to be able to talk to use them. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He passed out , it would have ended there if not for a familiar voice cool calm voice saying. " You've done your work Now let me kill him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Deathstroke!" Batman shouts. " There will be no more lives lost He's going to prison to pay for his crimes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Terminator laughs. " Don't be ridiculous! We both know he'll escape. My way is the only way. Now get out of the way Or lose  your lives as well. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " That's not going to happen ." I declare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Foolish Kal-El.  Titans East! Take them down! I really don't care what you do to the heroes! But Heroslayer dies here Today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As I was about to make a move I felt my powers draining. A girl who for some reason reminded me of my old Legion teammate Sun Boy, Blasted me with with Red solar waves.  A kid that looked like Kid Flash hit me thousands of times then this voice  Shouts " Yes! Him am not my father! everyone but me fight him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrgLSEXImI/AAAAAAAAABs/xvl6h9cLbtM/s1600-h/Match.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrgLSEXImI/AAAAAAAAABs/xvl6h9cLbtM/s320/Match.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060603615737487970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Kon! Great Krypton! What happened to you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Me am Kon! Me am not Match!" The Bizzaro slams it's fist in my nose. This is Match ? last time I saw him he was an albino with white hair, and had no interest in me as a father figure what so ever. He must be degenerating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile Batman defeats Duela Dent And a girl dressed like Riddler, Only to be knocked down by Deathstroke. " Stay down Batman ! That scum isn't worth your life! he tired to kill my children and he must pay!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "It doesn't work like that!" Batman replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Too bad. " Slade remarks.  But before he can plunge a sword into Bruce's chest Batgirl is actually dropped from the sky and Punches Slade.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrjMiEXInI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rejq2YwKh4U/s1600-h/Batgirl+vs+Slade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrjMiEXInI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rejq2YwKh4U/s320/Batgirl+vs+Slade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060606935747207794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " I should kill you for the way you used me Slade... Lucky for you I don't kill."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   " Still denying your heritage I see Miss Cain?" Deathstroke mocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She ignores him, and turns to Batman . " Are you hurt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No. But how? You can't fly."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A voice above him announces. " No Bats! But I can !"  It's Vegeta's youngest son Verne? No that's not it. Floating above the scene with his sister. " oh yeah For saving your life? Your welcome."  His gaze moves over to Slade. " Cass won't tell me what you did to her but I know one thing If she won't put you down I will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Deathstroke chuckles. " And what are you? Her attack dog? Go home little boy, and fight someone at your own skill level.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The boy's hair turns gold and he clotheslines Terminator through a wall. Wish i could warn him that  Deathstroke has plenty of experience fighting, and defeating those who are stronger, and faster than himself. but I have my own problems with Match.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Until the girl blasts him off of me. " He'll recover pretty soon What's wrong Superman? Why is your power level so far down? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " That sun girl keeps blasting me with with red solar energy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Oh so if I beat her you'll be OK?" the girl asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Something like that." I tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Unfortunately she's attacked by the former Hero Risk. " You ain't takin' any one down Monkey Girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the first time ever I see the look that comes over her father's face when he's insulted. " What did you just call me?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Monkey Girl?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " That's what I thought you said!"  Now she transforms and attacks while Match tackles me  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile Batman is yelling at oracle through his head set. "Did you call those children here?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " yes .Man informant gave me information that Calculator has been tracking Heroslayer for Slade. I thought you'd need back up , against Titans East." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Why didn't you call the Teen Titans?" Batman Growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " I did they should be there at any moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   While Batman is distracted, and I finally get Match off of me. ( Until the next red solar blast. ) Herolayer recovers, and And guffaws. " Ms.  Cain, I see you've been favoring your ribs. " He punches her in the aforementioned area. " Now stay back all of you or i break her her little neck !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She headbutts him. And slips away from his grasp, as she recovers Conner slams into him.  I didn't know he came back from Hacknor.  A plane carrying the rest of the Titans Sans Robin lands and they start striking out against the Titans East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Kon Glares At Cassandra Who's gripping her rib cage. " Hey what are you doin' spreading the rumor around that I'm small ya know down there? What was all that moanin' Fake or something?  "  You know the mystery of Nightwing's  dislike for Kon is starting to become clearer. If he did what he's suggesting with Batgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The two of them have a stare off. Until Batgirl Strikes him saying "Focus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrtjyEXIoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RyRgFEi1iBw/s1600-h/kon+Batgirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/RjrtjyEXIoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RyRgFEi1iBw/s320/kon+Batgirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060618330295444098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " My boy, is about to make a mistake , and kill Slade, or Slade will kill him, And your worried about a stupid prank? .... You Suck."  She turns around and runs toward the  fight with her boyfriend and Deathstroke. While Kon sits there dumb founded. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rjru-CEXIpI/AAAAAAAAACE/XnqE3hRaoxw/s1600-h/clang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rjru-CEXIpI/AAAAAAAAACE/XnqE3hRaoxw/s320/clang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060619880778637970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Heroslayer Laughs. " You always were a fool Superboy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Don't act like you know from one fight dude!" Conner yells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " We've fought more than that." Slayer taunts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Conner!"  Warns Raven." That man is possessed by a demon!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Right you are! Slayer announces.  " And Kid Flash, Slobo, Wonder girl all know me! But I had a different name then! &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/~YJFAN/Villian_harm.html"&gt;Harm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Harm!" Conner challenges. " Why don't you ever stay dead?"  The three member of the former Young Justice attack their enemy while Zachry Zatrra is knocked out by the strange"kid Crusader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meanwhile Raven talks Duella into switching sides, and Sun Girl, starts yelling to miss Martian about how she's her slave in an alternate future.  Luckily for me She fires yellow sunlight At the girl who dodges it, allowing it to strike me.  Before she can react, I encase her in ice with my freeze breathe.  Miss Martian breaks the Sun girl's fall by catching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next instant I knock out match, and stun the Flash like boy with a thunder clap. ( yes I stole a move from the Hulk.)   I turn my attention to Heroslayer who's Stunned the Young Justice group, and turned his attention on Ravager. " Your father should be punished for interfering in my plans, The deaths of you and Jericho should pay him back nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the two fight. But before he can injure Rose, Slade whose mask has been burned off kicks Slayer away." You will not hurt either of them! Your fight is with me Heroslayer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Ok with me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After a short but impressive battle, Slade has Heroslayer by the throat. " Any last words?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Yes. Kill this idiot. It doesn't matter I'll be back in some form or another."  Batman moves to stop the killing blow when gold energy fries Slade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " Our fights not over yet!" Vegeta's son declares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slade kicks him in the throat " You little punk! I don't care about you! But as long As Heroslayer lives he can do to my daughter or son what he did to Terra! I won't allow that! If I have to kill you o accomplish that I will!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister, defeats Risk.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rjr7KiEXIqI/AAAAAAAAACM/VGXaKNl3Eq0/s1600-h/Risk+beaten.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8YYsjmG8hNY/Rjr7KiEXIqI/AAAAAAAAACM/VGXaKNl3Eq0/s320/Risk+beaten.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060633289666536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " No I'm not...I'm a girl, And I'm sorry about all the stuff that's happened to you, but you made the wrong choice teaming up with these bad guys, maybe you should learn from your mistake? Oh wait a minute my brother's in trouble I'll be right back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not only did The girl 
