By Gen X
Prologue:
"It's disgusting." Bart folded his arms across his chest to indicate he would not be swayed from his current mindset. He'd stay firm in his decision, come hell, high water, or a very upset Superboy.
Kon sighed. "Look would you give it a chance?"
"Disgusting." Bart shook his head, "And gross," another head shake, "and I'm not going to do it." He nodded to indicate the finality of his statement.
"You'll get used to it," Kon tried to reassure, "you'll like it."
That started the head shaking again.
"Nuh uh."
Kon frowned, upset that he had to take the high road and be mature. Back and forth stubborness would not get them anyway. He tried to be nice, understanding. "Bart. You *have* to, I won the bet remember."
"Did not. You gave up on trying to find to find a perfect family."
"*We* gave up," he clarified. "And that wasn't the bet. The bet was *if* *you* could find one." And Kon shoved the tiny container towards his friend.
Bart ignored it, determined not to let his resolve crumble. "Nuh uh."
"So I win," Kon stated. He grinned.
Bart looked down at the tiny container again. "I'm not doing that though." He grabbed the styrofoam surveyed it from all angles and set it down on the table. "Can't make me," he insisted ready to call his dog. Maybe Dox'd like it, Bart mused.
"Sure I can," Kon challenged.
"Maybe so," Bart conceeded. He paused, then grinned. "But you gotta catch me first." Bart zipped off. Kon sighed. He counted to ten, then picked up the small styrofoam container. He flew outside.
The chase was on...
Kon floated high above the Pennsylvania headquarters and was high enough to see trees swaying back to their natural sate of rest. A very visible straight line could be drawn through them and it pointed west. Bart definetly wasn't subtle. However, Kon mused, if you could disappear in a flash, there wasn't much need to cover one's tracks.
He didn't waste a second. As miles and miles of green flew by Superboy's mind was focused on two things. He wracked his brain trying to remember just who had won when Supes raced the Flash (as it might show who was going to win this race) and the second was that once Kon caught up with Impulse, Bart Allen was going to be so dead.
Death by sushi. If not a feared mortality statistic now, it would be. At least, after Kon was through. So immersed in thoughts of sweet agonizing torture, Kon barely noticed when the blur that was Bart came to a dead stop. He managed to stop and gape and while he was preoccupied with that Superboy was unable to avoid the wake turbulance of a passing commercial plane.
He spun through the air and landed on the ground. He took a moment to compose himself, fix his hair, gather the sushi, and get his bearings and was off once again. Impulse was nowhere in sight.
.to be continued.