𝑲𝑳𝑶𝑽'𝑹 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵

"I'll behave! I can't be put in time-out, it's sooooo boring" he whines "Sure! I've been there a lot, over and over again, sometimes I'm invited, other times maaaaybe I'm not, but it's not a big deal".

"Woah, but thirties are like super old, ancient even" he adds, a look of pure enjoyment of his own mischief shining in his eyes, lucky for Barry, the idea of going to S.T.A.R. Labs gets his attention "Yes, please! Let's go, let's go".

Reach the end of those twelve stories.

Klov'r knows he can't possibly win a race to a speedster if they took it seriously, even though tamaraneans are faster than your typical human, he is still no match, but it's funny, he loves to race his uncles.

"Alright, so, three... two... one... Go!" And with a jump, Klov'r takes flight up to

"Sure!" He follows him happily "By the way, when was the last time you got sick? I had like a space flu or something once, not pretty I tell you, mom was worried".

🔥 — ;; Thawne after being ragebaited by a kid

He looks at his hand and it takes him a second before copying him, also spitting into his own hand and shaking Crutchie's.

"Got it! I'll be the best newsie ever!"

"Oh! So you're from the dinosaur age!"

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈."

"Of course I can fly!" He states proudly "Do I need to, though? I have a grapling hook, I'm Robin and all that, it's kinda weird to see a Robin actually flying... Unless you want a race! I cand fly for a race! It will be fun!".

"Tower tour! Tower tour! Tower tour" he chants with excitement.

"Why did you doubt about what cats were? But why would they name themselves Meow? If all cats are called Meow that would be confusing".

"Yeah, I guess he wouldn't like it, and I wouldn't either, being sick absolutely sucks".

Humming a song his dad sings to him from time to time as he hides in the shadows, wearing his Robin costume. He wants to give ghostly vibe.

He giggles. "That's a good one, but I don't know... Doesn't look like a 'my name starts with m' kinda cat".

With a jump he gets on Bart's back "Let's go!"

He finishes the whole thing in a bite, he looks like a squirrel stocking up for winter. He tries to say he's ready, but only some muffled sounds come out. He just gives a thumbs up at the end.

"Chocolate, of course, best flavor, and I wouldn't like it, I'd LOVE it, it's the Titans Tower, coolest place ever, even cooler than the batcave in my opinion".

"Donna... Donna... Auntie Donna! But not really, yeah, don't worry, it's just ice cream, I can handle it".

Central city ice cream is really decent.

"Actually, I think I was going to be Klov'e, you know, 'clove' like the spice, but 'Klov'r' had a better ring to it so no, but also yes?" Now he is thinking too much about it. "Not exactly, just going for a walk".

There, to be exact.

"Hi! I'm Klov'r" He smiles brightly, he of course recognizes the younger version of a face he is very used to see, he also thinks it would be funny to not elaborate much on his own identity and see what happens "Not much of a Gothamite, but I frequent it enough".

Wasn't born there but he lives >

He's going for a walk in Gotham as a civilian, he loves to do that back home and this being a different Gotham is not going to stop him.

"AH, bummer" he pouts "fine, I'll leave now, bye, uncle Bart".

And to think it never changes.

"I have to be sure! Not everything is the same, I think so, better safe than sorry! What were we doing, by the way?".