Nine -
DC Universe/Young Justice/Teen Titans, Bart and Katamari Damacy
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"Yeah! See, you can go forward and back and stuff, and stuff sticks to your thingie, and the bigger your ball gets the bigger the stuff you can pick up, so--" Bart made the little green guy roll forward over a pile of chocolates, picking them all up, and there was a VROOM sound and then everything on screen was just a bit smaller. "--yeah! See, now I can pick up bigger stuff!"

"Huh. Cool. Lemme try." Kon made a grab for the controller. Bart promptly hunched protectively forward over it and shoved one of his oversized hands in Kon's face, and there was a bit of a squabble, during which the time ran out on Bart's game and the Kents came perilously close to losing a couch. Still, in the end, Kon wound up both holding the controller and sitting on a thrashing Bart, and he could deal with both these things.

"Ooog get off you're heavy I'm gonna die of fat clonebaby butt get OOOOOFF--"

"No. ... hey, there's someone that looks like my little green guy under this table!"

"Really?" Kon dropped precipitously onto the couch cushions (the couch groaned its disapproval) and half a second later Bart clawed his way out from under the couch, mussed and ruffled and covered in dust. "Try and roll over her! That's a cousin! If you can pick her up and keep her you get a bonus!"

Kon promptly drove his katamari into the cousin. It bounced off her, spraying thumbtacks and paperclips everywhere, and Bart groaned and danced from foot to foot. "C'mon, you have to get bigger and then you can totally roll her up, c'mon, I wanna play..."

"No, my turn."

"C'mon, you suck, I wanna play."

"I just started!"

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An hour later Bart had the controller again, bitching at the top of his lungs about how that was totally not a cow, Dad. Kon was toying with the remains of the popcorn he'd made and considering bribing Bart to run out somewhere (possibly Italy) and bring back decent pizza. "Can I try that one again?" Bart asked, scowling. "C'mon, that was so not a cow, it's not fair, I want another turn."

"Eh. Go ahead."

Bart beamed at Kon and restarted the level. Kon picked out a few half-popped kernels and ate them, then poked his finger back into the bowl. An unpopped kernel stuck to his finger. Kon considered it for a moment, then pushed it into another unpopped kernel and threw out a thread of his TTK. They stuck together.

Hm.

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"That wasn't a cow either! That was a... a... a traffic cone thingie! Dad, you suck!"

"Hey. Bart. Check it out."

"Huh?... whoa cool!"

Kon rolled the little ball of popcorn kernels back and forth on the coffee table. It was about an inch wide and glowed ever so faintly blue. Bart promptly dug in his pockets and scattered a handful of change (and lint) on the coffee table, and Kon considered, then rolled the ball over a dime. Chunk. A couple of pennies followed, then a nickel, and by that time Bart was back with a double handful of thumbtacks and paperclips and pencils from Kon's desk upstairs.

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"Bart! Go open the door! If it gets any bigger it's going to get stuck inside the house!"

"Okay! I got it, c'mon, this way, whoa watch out the dog--"

CHUNK "Yipe!"

"... I hate that dog."

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"Connor!"

Kon jumped about a foot in the air and almost, almost took his hands off the katamari, which would have been a really bad idea. If a mildly funny one. He swallowed and turned back around. "Uh. Hey. Clark."

Clark eyed Kon. But, inevitably, his eyes were drawn away--and up--to the giant ball of stuff currently almost as big as the Kents' farmhouse. "Well. Connor. I suppose I ought to be glad you're practicing with your powers. And I'm glad you cleared away all those rotting cornstalks, since you were supposed to do that anyway, but..."

"Um."

"... the cows, Connor..."

"I know! I know! It's just... well..." Kon swallowed and wished he could figure out where Bart had gotten to. Leave it to Bart to vanish when trouble loomed. "... see, they were in the way, and they were the right size, so I had to pick them up. Those are the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yeah. Of--" Kon looked down at his toes and muttered, "--Konamari Damacy."

"Of what?"

"You know what, never mind." Kon sneaked a glance up at Clark, who looked more bemused than he did angry. "Uh, I'll go put the cows back..."

"What else have you got in there?" Clark tilted his glasses down and stared at the katamari, his eyes flashing red. "... is that Krypto?"

"...maybe?"

"And the kitchen chairs, I think, and--Kon." Suddenly Clark's voice was a whipcrack, and he was pulling at his tie and stripping off his jacket. "When I give you the word, start peeling your TTK back from the top of the ball. There's a person stuck inside."

"... oh shit! Bart!"