Conner was training (on his phone in the training room but having not yet started but he’ll say he’s been training if anyone comes in. It’s not his fault that Pinterest is the greatest thing to be created ever) when the bird flew in from the elevator.

This was decently odd because A) he’s pretty sure that small birds with little orange bellies aren’t native to the area, though to be fair he’s never payed much attention to the wildlife of Jump City, B) the bird is tiny and manages to look annoyed, somehow, and C) did the bird use the elevator??? Follow up question, how did the bird use the elevator—

Admittedly, it’s kind of cute. Its feathers are all ruffled and it’s huffing and puffing like it’s somehow the most angry bird— ha— he’s ever seen. He’s brought out of his thoughts by the bird flying over to him and pecking him on the head, which is not appreciated at all.

“Hey— hold up, quit it,” Conner says, swatting slightly at the bird, not wanting the tiny thing to break its beak or something from the fact that Conner’s invulnerable. “How did you even get in here??”

He grasps the little bird in his hands, being very careful to not accidentally crush it from his super-strength. He looks down at it past his sunglasses, brow slightly furrowed.

Seriously, did this— oriole? Robin?— use the Titan’s elevator??