Characters: OU: Tim Drake/Robin, AU: Kon L. Luthor
Where: Clinic
When: After Kon starts feeling ill, and an hour after
this.Summary: Kon is sick--Tim wants to help
Warnings: Comic!Science--in no way related to the real thing
Tim let himself into the clinic--a little early, yes, but he wanted to see what was available for materials here. Even if they had to requisition the more... exotic ingredients on the list Kon had sent him, he still wanted to see what was readily available.
He wondered a little at the difference in their worlds that had left Kon dependent on medication to keep him from getting sick or--he didn't want to think about it--dying. Well--he and Kon had both noticed it--there were a lot of differences. He shouldn't be so surprised that this might be one of them. They had needed to medicate Kon once in his own world to keep him from dying. Perhaps this was similar, except... more.
Humming quietly to himself, he began to rummage through the cabinets.