Thank you so much to Teal for betaing this for me.
I never write so to say im rough around the edges is an understatement.
If someone asked him later what it had felt like. He would tell them it was like his life had been paused - like someone had simply pushed a button freezing everything around him and the only thing that he could see was the image left on the screen.
Sound did not exist in this reality, it was as if he had ducked his head underwater. There was nothing but a hazy murmur. Even his own heartbeat didn’t disturb the moment; it had stopped the second he heard his friend’s head impact with the ground.
Tim keeps trying to take the mask off to talk while Kon keeps coaxing it back on and trying not to smile too hard at Tims painkiller induced babblings.
The fic I promised you weeks ago. I suck. Sorry this is terrible and probably not what you were thinking of. I’m bad at T/K, but I tried really really hard! <3
[Edited… five hours later] Probably helps if I link it to you, huh? The fact that I forgot the most important part of this post (you know, the *story*) should tell you the state of my mind. :-/
Title: Left On Base
Fandom: DCU, Kon and Tim
Rating: pg - for some harmless pre-slash between the boys.
Summary: Tim really is too talkative when he’s on the *fun* painkillers.
Word Count: 1,670
Kon and Tim fought something slimy, and it’s bath time.
Kon gave kind of a cursory clean and Tim was like “There’s still sludge left in your hair”
Kon’s all “Thats fine, it’ll come out in the next wash”
Tim thinks this is extremely unhygienic and insists.
Oh God I’m attempting fluff…
The thing about fighting aliens was, things could get messy. Really messy. Like, the kind where if you zap what looks like a giant slug with your heat vision it explodes messy.
In hindsight, maybe he should have just listened to Tim’s suggestion and lured it out to the docks. Robin theorized that the salt water would melt the thing. But Tim’s ideas took too long, sometimes, and that slimy monstrosity just steamrolled over their favorite pizza place. Kon wanted vengeance and it was his.
For a price.
Tim wasn’t happy. At all. He was covered head to toe in alien goo and was staring at Kon with all the Bat glares in the world he had learned rolling into one. It should have been unsettling.
But the gob of green slime perched like jello in the other kid’s hair just made it hilarious.
In cases like this, there was only one thing to do. Take a bubble bath.
Kon loved bubbles. He liked to play with them, splash around in them. Make crazy beards with them. Bubbles were awesome. But Tim, ever the wet blanket, was meticulously cleaning himself, pointedly ignoring the foamy mass of awesomeness and Kon’s attempts to give him a mustache.
“Come on, Tim,” He laughed. “Just one little goatee?”
“But we’re done cleaning up!!!”
Tim just stared at his hair when he was through collecting most of the grime off of himself. He said something about there being more sludge in Kon’s curls. Kon tried to tell him he would clean if off later. Robin said that was gross.
No actually his exact words were, “That is extremely unhygienic. Come here.”
Kon shrugged and scooted over to his friend, bubbles still in hand. Tim moved in closer, wrapped his legs over Kon’s on either end of his torso and began combing his fingers through Kon’s hair, scraping the scalp in gentle circles to get every inch of nasty oversized slug out of it.
When Kon really stopped to think about this later, it was a bit… awkward. He hadn’t thought so at the time. He was close enough to Tim’s face to decorate it and Tim’s hands were too busy running through his hair to swat at him.
But to be sitting so close and in such a weird position with your best friend and not feel uncomfortable about it? It was weird now. Very weird. Most dudes wouldn’t be so laid back about that kind of close contact.
But Robin and Superboy weren’t most dudes so it was all good.
The next day when Kon was watching another marathon of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker, Tim came in and sat with him. Which was strange since Tim wasn’t a big TV guy. But there he was a foot away from Kon, arms folded and watching Wendy punch some creature in the face.
Normally Kon never took his eyes off when Wendy was doing high-kicks. Because those were crazy hot. But seeing Tim’s hair back to it’s usual frame around the boy’s face made him smile and snort.
Tim glanced up. “What?”
“Nothing,” Kon chuckled, eyes returning to the show. “I just miss the duck-tail look you had yesterday.
Tim’s hands, now free from cleaning his hair, swatted him.
Oh man ameeeee
This is just too adorable. I just really love how you’ve written them here. There’s so much innocence to them and they’re just so ridiculously adorable.
Tim with his OCD and Kon just, completely the opposite. Tim he is simply giving you purpose get used to it! XDDD I love how unassuming Kon is and how he just goes along until later he’s thinking ‘well that was a little bit odd if i’m honest’ XDD
It really felt liek the beginning of something, a friendship budding into something more. And i really love how you ended. I have this penchant for stories that go in a full circle, where something is mentioned and later it comes back (the swat) and this just
That is all
Thank you so much to Teal for betaing this for me.
I never write so to say im rough around the edges is an understatement.
If someone asked him later what it had felt like. He would tell them it was like his life had been paused - like someone had simply pushed a button…
I think Tim ending up with that arm broken again would awaken all kinds of residual sore feelings for Kon
“I’m okay. It’ll heal.” Tim reached up to touch Kon’s worried face with a smile plastered on his face. He had to assure Kon that he was fine. Which he was. It’s not like he did anything wrong. A dull ache tightened in his chest when Kon closed his eyes.
Kon leaned that extra few inches in to rest his forehead against Tim. He couldn’t look at the cast without bile rising in his throat. Even the brush of the sling against his hand and arm made him queasy. He wasn’t at fault this time, but before… He’d done just the same. Even if it was against his will.
“Really. I’m okay.” His voice softened leaning a bit closer to brush his nose against Kon. “Don’t be like this.” It was painful to see Kon so distraught and torn up over this. He wasn’t completely sure what he could do.
Shaking his head a bit, Kon started to pull his head away. The soft voice, the assuring contact… it made him feel guilty. He was worrying Tim with his despair, but he couldn’t help it. So many things were swirling around inside.
Tim wouldn’t allow that gap, though. Not now. Kon was hurting and he had to do something. With his good hand he gripped Kon’s shirt before he could escape. One he made eye contact and had stopped him, Tim leaned forward to catch him in a kiss.
“I’ll be okay. So, stay.”
Airplanes(by B.o.B) came on the radio and this random drabble came out.
Summary: Just one wish… That’s all I’m asking for…
Vague Tim/Kon, takes place between Infinite Crisis and Final Crisis
Tim watched as another airplane flew across the sky.
“Wha’cha doing up here, Tim?”
Tim blinked and…
So tonights drawings were decided by the wonderful Minu
This is from a story she was working on in the past where Tim ends up doing a wee bit of time travel. Not my place to tell more so 8DD ask her~♥
A/N: Baaawwwww, the most amazing thing about this is Kon’s expression. It is perfect. Miss Julie I am just floored by how you seem to just be able to take the imaginings from my head and not only put them into a physical shape, but make them more beautiful and poignant than anything I could dream of. Thank you so much for this.
I have an unfinished cliche fic where Tim gets sent back in time to the Young Justice era after Kon has died. Tim and his younger self finally figure out how to get him home, but when but when it comes time to leave, Tim finds himself hesitating. This is the final scene, edited into a drabble-thingy, on which the picture Miss Julie drew is based.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you on the other side,” Kon grins at him with a mock salute.
Tim freezes. Every muscle in his body tightening, breath stilling in his lungs. The gauntlets covering his hands are the only thing that keep his fingernails from tearing into the skin of his palms. His mask crinkles visibly around his face as the muscles twist with the strength of an emotion he doesn’t even bother to hide.
Kon lowers his hand, a slow mix of concern and confusion washing over his features, “Eh, Rob?”’
This face … This stupid face that haunts him during waking hours, and tortures him in his dreams, that is right here, looking at him right now … It won’t be there to grin at him when he crosses back to his time.
But it could be.
“Kon—” his voice catches, and now Kon is frowning in earnest.
“What’s this all of a sudden?”
He could stay.
“Kon, there’s something … There’s something you should know.”
He could help.
“What is it?” Kon steps closer.
He could train Kon for what was going to come, prepare him for the battle that cost him his life; plan just the right tactics to take down Super Boy Prime without paying the ultimate price this time.
“You’re—” Tim swallows thickly, mouth gone dry.
He could change the past, so that Kon would have a future.
And he could mangle the entire timestream in the process.
“Rob, what the hell is the matter with you?”
Tim watches Kon’s dark brows furrow over steel blue eyes he hasn’t been able to look into for a year. He sees his nostrils flare with annoyance, watches his lips twist into a familiar agitated purse. He thinks of the opportunity presented to him, and quietly drowns in the a yearning storm of desperation.
Kon suddenly finds his arms full of Robin, shaking with silent emotion, squeezing him in a hug that feels more like a vice. Holding his arms aloft and awkward on either side of the boy clinging to him, he is unsure what to do, mistrust warring with the compassion worming around his heart. Instinct finally wins out, and he moves to encircle his sorta-teammate, well the future self of his teammate, the grim quiet version of his friend that seemed so … lonely.
Tim rips himself away when he feels the heat of encroaching arms, feeling another piece of his soul tear apart as he heads for the portal. A strong hand catches his wrist, pulling him short, and the ache in his chest deepens even as his resolve waivers.
“Kon let go.”
Kon’s grip tightens stubbornly, “Tell me what’s wrong … I can’t help if you don’t.”
Tim bites his tongue. He bites hard and lets the blood pool in his mouth. When he speaks again, it is a sad broken whisper.
“Kon, please— let me go … before I do something I can’t take back.”
Neither one moves as the minutes stretch into infinity. Tim shivers, swallowing the shuddering breathe that tries to melt into a sob when Kon finally loosens his hold and lets him go.
“Rob, do you really—”
The portal flashes bright and blinding when Tim steps through it without further hesitation. He doesn’t allow himself to stay and hear the rest.
Last but not least~
Some Timkon h/c because, yay.
Kon was in Gotham, he wasn’t sure if this was allowed OK, no, he knew he wasn’t allowed. However he was extremely bored in Smallville and it was only the middle of the week, and a weekend at the tower seemed so very far away. Thus, here he was in Gotham, looking for Tim.
He hadn’t found him at his apartment, although he admittedly hadn’t expected to. Kon had figured that Tim was likely out on patrol or something similar. He had listened and used his x-ray vision for any sign of Tim. He was about to give up when he heard a loud disturbance two blocks away from his current position.
He quickly flew off into the direction of the sound. When he arrived, he was not pleased to see the scene he had stumbled across. Tim was being swarmed by a mass of henchman, cornering him into a wall behind him. Kon was muscling his way through the mass of men, when he heard a sickening sound of a blade cutting through fabric and skin. His heart plummeted and his worst fear was realised as he looked towards Tim.
Kon barrelled his way to Tim at that, not caring about how much damage he was causing to the men. He needed to get to Tim. Tim was still holding his own, but Kon could tell he was fading fast and needed to get out of there fast. Kon knocked as many men as possible out, bashing and charging through them.
When he reached Tim, the crowd of henchmen had thinned out considerably. He used his heat vision to scare the rest of them away and positioned himself behind Tim. Red Robin had a hand clutching at his side, keeping the pressure on the wound.
Kon place a hand on the other side of Tim’s waist, and one on his shoulder. Tim in turn, gripped tightly onto Kon’s hand, with his free one. He leaned back into Kon as the teen supported him with his TTK. Kon held on tightly and they were soon up in the air.
As they got higher up into the air, Tim found time to remove his cowl, as it was restricting the breaths that he needed to take. Kon was glaring after the men, ready to use his heat vision again, should any of them try anything.
He finally turned his attention back to his friend. “Dude, what the hell was that?! And where am I bringing you? The cave, the hospital or what?!” Kon asked as his panic started to rise.
“Ah, to Dr. Thompson, she’s the unofficial vigilante doctor around here.”
Kon dashed off, gripping tightly onto Tim, which caused the injured man to wince. “Shit, sorry. Oh man, Batman is going to kill me. Crap-crap-crap,” Kon trailed off.
“B-Bruce is not in Gotham right now, just Dick.”
“Like I said, Batman is going to kill me.”
“Ah, no, you’ll be fine Kon, he’ll be happy that someone was there. Besides, I’m fairly certain that I was not struck in any of my major organs. Well, it would have hit my spleen, I’m sure, but I don’t have one, which is pretty lucky wouldn’t you say?” Tim finished with a weak laugh.
“OK, dude, that is not funny.” Kon said, gruffly. Of course Tim would try to lighten the mood for his sake. Never mind that he bleeding profusely out of his side, and his breath was starting to hitch. Typical Tim couldn’t have anyone worry about him for any length of time.
When they had arrived to see Dr. Thompson, she made fast work on Tim, so Tim was soon sitting up in hospital gurney, getting a blood transfusion, in a private room. Kon was at Tim’s side in a heartbeat. Tim just gave him a small, apologetic smile.
“Dude, you still haven’t told me what that was all about.” Kon stated, almost glaring at Tim.
“Oh, I was tracking this new crime boss; I hadn’t expected that he had managed to double his men already. So as you might have seen, I was slightly overwhelmed.”
“Slightly overwhelmed? Dude you were stabbed and there were like a hundred of them!” Kon protested.
“I’ve faced more men than that before; I was merely taken by surprise. Anyway, I will be fine, Conner. However, I should say thank-you, although I am intrigued as to why you are in Gotham in the first place.” Tim looked expectantly at Kon, waiting for him to answer.
Kon shuffled his feet on the floor, “Oh, well, actually I was just…uh, I was bored.” Kon said lamely.
Tim blinked, and then a smirk spread across his face. “So you decided you would fly all the way to Gotham to relieve yourself of boredom?” Tim asked, with the smirk still tugging at his mouth.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Kon answered, with an apologetic smile, as though he felt like an idiot for sharing such a thought.
“Ah, well sorry that we have to hang out here and not in my apartment, but I trust that you have been cured of your boredom at the very least?” Tim asked, a small smile still trying to fight its way out.
“Uh, yeah!” Kon answered throwing his arms in the air. “I swear you almost gave me a heart attack man. Don’t ever do that to me again,” Kon said, looking down at Tim, with a frown on his face.
Tim sighed, and reached out a hand to rest on Kon’s arm. He looked up at him with a serious expression on his face, “I’ll try not to.”
“You better not,” Kon said grudgingly.