-- : DCU : Tim/Kon : R
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Fandom: DCU, specifically, Teen Titans (The comic, not the show, people)
Pairing/Characters: Tim/Kon
Rating: Should be R or NC-17 when I'm done.
Spoilers: For pretty much ALL of Teen Titans, yeah.
Warnings: Language, slash...the usual
Word Count: n/a
Disclaimer: Tim and Kon do not belong to me, or Kon's hair would NEVER have gotten cut off in the beginning of TT...O_O
Permission to Archive: No. It isn't finished.
Status: In Progress
Notes: This is just some rough blocking out for a fic I'm working on. There's some stuff missing right now, some canon quotes that I need to go look up and go put back in. You get the basic idea, though. And I'll get more done eventually.
[ Hey Kon, R. Can you call me
tonight after the Kents are asleep? I mean, if you’re up that late - it should be fine...you’re not going anywhere tomorrow, right?
But...if you’re pissed at me, that’s fine. I’ll deal.
Let me know either way, please.]
Kon stared at the words on the computer screen, a scowl forming on his face.
It was the first time he’d heard two words from anyone since he’d put himself on house arrest.
The message was so quintessentially Robin. The thinly veiled sarcasm, the no-nonsense request, the outward image of “I’m asking, but not really. I’m telling you to call me.”
The self-blame.
”If you’re pissed at me…”
He could hear the apologies, The ‘I should have done more’s, even though the message didn’t contain them. Kon knew who Tim blamed -
Luthor.
And himself.
Not Kon.
What Kon couldn’t figure out was how the hell any of this
could possibly be his friend’s fault. It wasn’t as though Tim had done anything...or as though he hadn’t done everything he possibly could. Even after the fact. It wasn’t as though Tim hadn’t called or dropped by. Repeatedly. Tim and Cassie and Bart. Hell, even Gar had called.
Ma Kent had been taking phone messages for him, chiding him that it would be good for
him to talk to his friends.
He shrugged it off every time.
He knew she meant well, he just couldn’t
It wasn’t that he didn’t wantto.
He tried to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal, that he didn’t’ care when Supes stopped by to talk to him. Supes hadn’t been back, either. That wasn’t something that had gone unnoticed by Kon. His friends kept calling.
Superman didn’t.
Kon knew he deserved that. Deserved to be avoided. He didn’t even deserve to share the same planet with Superman anymore, let alone a room. Or half his genes.
Sure, it was killing him to be so isolated, so alone, but he knew it was the right
decision.
He wanted to see them, but he had to put their welfare first.
That was what Superman would do, wasn’t it?
The thing that mattered most was what he, Kon, had done to them - breaking...no, shattering Robin’s arm, almost killing Wonder Girl.
Some friend he was. More like a monster. Half Superman, half
Lex Luthor. And it seemed to Kon that the Luthor side was winning out.
[World’s greatest hero / World’s greatest Villain]
[Worse, end up bald]
Kon ran his hand over his head with a wince. The hair was growing back, at least. Still, he could hear his best friend’s words in his head. Those words had been meant as satire; a joke, albeit a bad one. They weren’t supposed to upset him like this...
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
He closed his eyes and saw Luthor’s face staring back at him from a mirror.
The bastard was smiling.
Kon briefly considered going through the house and breaking all of the mirrors. If it had been his home instead of the Kent’s, he might have. But it wasn’t.
He didn’t have one anymore - the closest thing to home he’d ever known was the Tower.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d had the Young Justice headquarters before that.
Home was with his friends. With Tim and Bart. And Cassie.
And he’d effectively thrown stones in his glass house - he’d lit his home on fire, stood outside and watched it burn, powerless to stop what raged inside of him; the darkness Luthor had let loose.
He couldn’t trust himself.
Especially around them.
So he’d put himself on house arrest here at the Kent’s and cut himself off from the rest of the world. From the people he could hurt the worst.
But Rob was Rob and Robin was trained by Batman to be persistent to the point of ridiculous, never taking an answer for what it was and never giving up until he got his way. Or as close to it as he could get.
If Robin couldn’t get through to him on the telephone, he’d use the computer. it was more his style, anyway. And it was so like him to turn everything around - make Kon call him, since Kon wouldn’t answer his calls.
”Let me know, either way
“So even if I don’t want to talk, I still have to call you.
Man, I hate you, Rob.”
Kon thought about breaking the phones so he’d have an
excuse, but decided he didn’t want to have to explain himself to Superman.
Superman wasn’t half monster.
He wouldn’t understand.
Kon picked up the phone and punched in the number that Oracle had set up to link through directly to Robin’s headset. Kon knew he would answer it - he was expecting the call, after all.
One ring, two...three.
Tim wasn’t exactly being eager to pick up, and Kon wasn’t exactly looking forward to sitting here indefinitely, waiting for Robin to deign to answer his call. he was considering hanging up and saying fuck the whole thing when the ringing finally stopped and a low click sounded, indicating that Robin had activated the link.
“Yes, Kon?”
So matter of fact. A question, but not.
Kon realized, in that moment, how much he missed his friend.
That voice went through the phone and straight through him. Just those two words and Kon thought, just for a moment, that he might break.
Robin didn’t say anything else. He was waiting for Kon to answer him, and he was a Bat, so he could probably wait forever, Kon thought.
“Hey, Rob.” Kon finally managed. It felt Awkward and that
irritated him. That meant Robin was already getting under his skin. His mouth
felt dry.
“Hello, Kon.”
Kon closed his eyes.
He didn't see Luthor
He saw Robin.
“I’ll call tonight.”
The words were out of his mouth before he even realized he’d said them. He didn’t think he’d planned to say them, but then he wasn’t sure.
Robin could disarm him so easily. It made him crazy.
He was pretty sure he’d called intending to say that no, he wouldn’t call, and could he please just leave him alone. And tell everyone else to stop calling. He didn’t want to talk to them. Especially Cassie
And then he was pretty sure that Robin knew that. Sure that he’d known it all along.
And then he was pissed.
All of that in a span of two seconds, and he could hear the triumphant smirk in Robin’s voice.
“Okay.”
Neither of them made a move to hang up.
There were a few minutes of awkward silence before Robin, no Tim, finally spoke.
“How are you?”
He seemed genuinely interested. Kon felt a pang in his chest.
He closed his eyes.
He didn’t see Luthor.
Robin’s face. But with the lenses in his mask down.
Tim’s eyes.
God, he could lose himself in those eyes.
He opened his own eyes again.
“I’m okay. You?”
The answer was so flat. His voice didn’t’ sound right, even to himself.
He closed his eyes again.
He saw nothing.
“I miss you,” he whispered.
“I miss you too, Kon.”
Kon hadn’t realized he’d said the words out loud.
He saw Robin’s face; saw him reaching up to take the mask off.
Kon closed his eyes tighter.
Fandom: DCU, specifically, Teen Titans (The comic, not the show, people)
Pairing/Characters: Tim/Kon
Rating: Should be R or NC-17 when I'm done.
Spoilers: For pretty much ALL of Teen Titans, yeah.
Warnings: Language, slash...the usual
Word Count: n/a
Disclaimer: Tim and Kon do not belong to me, or Kon's hair would NEVER have gotten cut off in the beginning of TT...O_O
Permission to Archive: No. It isn't finished.
Status: In Progress
Notes: This is just some rough blocking out for a fic I'm working on. There's some stuff missing right now, some canon quotes that I need to go look up and go put back in. You get the basic idea, though. And I'll get more done eventually.
[ Hey Kon, R. Can you call me
tonight after the Kents are asleep? I mean, if you’re up that late - it should be fine...you’re not going anywhere tomorrow, right?
But...if you’re pissed at me, that’s fine. I’ll deal.
Let me know either way, please.]
Kon stared at the words on the computer screen, a scowl forming on his face.
It was the first time he’d heard two words from anyone since he’d put himself on house arrest.
The message was so quintessentially Robin. The thinly veiled sarcasm, the no-nonsense request, the outward image of “I’m asking, but not really. I’m telling you to call me.”
The self-blame.
”If you’re pissed at me…”
He could hear the apologies, The ‘I should have done more’s, even though the message didn’t contain them. Kon knew who Tim blamed -
Luthor.
And himself.
Not Kon.
What Kon couldn’t figure out was how the hell any of this
could possibly be his friend’s fault. It wasn’t as though Tim had done anything...or as though he hadn’t done everything he possibly could. Even after the fact. It wasn’t as though Tim hadn’t called or dropped by. Repeatedly. Tim and Cassie and Bart. Hell, even Gar had called.
Ma Kent had been taking phone messages for him, chiding him that it would be good for
him to talk to his friends.
He shrugged it off every time.
He knew she meant well, he just couldn’t
It wasn’t that he didn’t wantto.
He tried to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal, that he didn’t’ care when Supes stopped by to talk to him. Supes hadn’t been back, either. That wasn’t something that had gone unnoticed by Kon. His friends kept calling.
Superman didn’t.
Kon knew he deserved that. Deserved to be avoided. He didn’t even deserve to share the same planet with Superman anymore, let alone a room. Or half his genes.
Sure, it was killing him to be so isolated, so alone, but he knew it was the right
decision.
He wanted to see them, but he had to put their welfare first.
That was what Superman would do, wasn’t it?
The thing that mattered most was what he, Kon, had done to them - breaking...no, shattering Robin’s arm, almost killing Wonder Girl.
Some friend he was. More like a monster. Half Superman, half
Lex Luthor. And it seemed to Kon that the Luthor side was winning out.
[World’s greatest hero / World’s greatest Villain]
[Worse, end up bald]
Kon ran his hand over his head with a wince. The hair was growing back, at least. Still, he could hear his best friend’s words in his head. Those words had been meant as satire; a joke, albeit a bad one. They weren’t supposed to upset him like this...
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
He closed his eyes and saw Luthor’s face staring back at him from a mirror.
The bastard was smiling.
Kon briefly considered going through the house and breaking all of the mirrors. If it had been his home instead of the Kent’s, he might have. But it wasn’t.
He didn’t have one anymore - the closest thing to home he’d ever known was the Tower.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d had the Young Justice headquarters before that.
Home was with his friends. With Tim and Bart. And Cassie.
And he’d effectively thrown stones in his glass house - he’d lit his home on fire, stood outside and watched it burn, powerless to stop what raged inside of him; the darkness Luthor had let loose.
He couldn’t trust himself.
Especially around them.
So he’d put himself on house arrest here at the Kent’s and cut himself off from the rest of the world. From the people he could hurt the worst.
But Rob was Rob and Robin was trained by Batman to be persistent to the point of ridiculous, never taking an answer for what it was and never giving up until he got his way. Or as close to it as he could get.
If Robin couldn’t get through to him on the telephone, he’d use the computer. it was more his style, anyway. And it was so like him to turn everything around - make Kon call him, since Kon wouldn’t answer his calls.
”Let me know, either way
“So even if I don’t want to talk, I still have to call you.
Man, I hate you, Rob.”
Kon thought about breaking the phones so he’d have an
excuse, but decided he didn’t want to have to explain himself to Superman.
Superman wasn’t half monster.
He wouldn’t understand.
Kon picked up the phone and punched in the number that Oracle had set up to link through directly to Robin’s headset. Kon knew he would answer it - he was expecting the call, after all.
One ring, two...three.
Tim wasn’t exactly being eager to pick up, and Kon wasn’t exactly looking forward to sitting here indefinitely, waiting for Robin to deign to answer his call. he was considering hanging up and saying fuck the whole thing when the ringing finally stopped and a low click sounded, indicating that Robin had activated the link.
“Yes, Kon?”
So matter of fact. A question, but not.
Kon realized, in that moment, how much he missed his friend.
That voice went through the phone and straight through him. Just those two words and Kon thought, just for a moment, that he might break.
Robin didn’t say anything else. He was waiting for Kon to answer him, and he was a Bat, so he could probably wait forever, Kon thought.
“Hey, Rob.” Kon finally managed. It felt Awkward and that
irritated him. That meant Robin was already getting under his skin. His mouth
felt dry.
“Hello, Kon.”
Kon closed his eyes.
He didn't see Luthor
He saw Robin.
“I’ll call tonight.”
The words were out of his mouth before he even realized he’d said them. He didn’t think he’d planned to say them, but then he wasn’t sure.
Robin could disarm him so easily. It made him crazy.
He was pretty sure he’d called intending to say that no, he wouldn’t call, and could he please just leave him alone. And tell everyone else to stop calling. He didn’t want to talk to them. Especially Cassie
And then he was pretty sure that Robin knew that. Sure that he’d known it all along.
And then he was pissed.
All of that in a span of two seconds, and he could hear the triumphant smirk in Robin’s voice.
“Okay.”
Neither of them made a move to hang up.
There were a few minutes of awkward silence before Robin, no Tim, finally spoke.
“How are you?”
He seemed genuinely interested. Kon felt a pang in his chest.
He closed his eyes.
He didn’t see Luthor.
Robin’s face. But with the lenses in his mask down.
Tim’s eyes.
God, he could lose himself in those eyes.
He opened his own eyes again.
“I’m okay. You?”
The answer was so flat. His voice didn’t’ sound right, even to himself.
He closed his eyes again.
He saw nothing.
“I miss you,” he whispered.
“I miss you too, Kon.”
Kon hadn’t realized he’d said the words out loud.
He saw Robin’s face; saw him reaching up to take the mask off.
Kon closed his eyes tighter.