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The past week had not been exactly the best of all. In fact, it had been among the worst of Kon's entire life. It'd been spent first worrying about whether or not Tim was fucking dead; and then, once Kon found out the truth, it was spent worrying about whether or not Tim wanted himself dead. If the guy could even survive this.
His father had died at the hands of a villain, and even though the other guy had died in return, that didn't really make it better at all. Because Tim's dad was gone. For good. Forever.
Possibly the worst part of all had been seeing Tim cry over it. Tim. Crying. It was understandable, it was what should happen, but it still fucking hurt.
Kon wishes that he could have done something. This is one of those times where the fact that they really can't change or help everything is just completely obvious. Sometimes this whole superhero thing was a double-edged sword: damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Worst of all is that he's completely sure that Tim is thinking this is one case where he's damned because he did. That it's all his fault because he was, and is, Robin. Just like he blamed himself for Tana's death with the same reason.
And then, even though Tim had said he should talk about it, he really hadn't at all. Oh, he'd offered enough to convince the others. But Kon hadn't been convinced. Bare facts and little dips below the surface weren't anything in this situation, and it wasn't really going to help him at all. Kon was't sure what would help, but... but he'd be damned if he'd let it go at that.
So this is his attempt at helping. Waiting until everything's settling down in the Tower, and he's sure Tim's in his room, and going right over there. He pauses for a moment before knocking on the door; any other time, that'd probably be an unnecessary move, if Tim was up to speed, he knew that Kon was there already.
But the thing was? He probably wasn't.
His father had died at the hands of a villain, and even though the other guy had died in return, that didn't really make it better at all. Because Tim's dad was gone. For good. Forever.
Possibly the worst part of all had been seeing Tim cry over it. Tim. Crying. It was understandable, it was what should happen, but it still fucking hurt.
Kon wishes that he could have done something. This is one of those times where the fact that they really can't change or help everything is just completely obvious. Sometimes this whole superhero thing was a double-edged sword: damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Worst of all is that he's completely sure that Tim is thinking this is one case where he's damned because he did. That it's all his fault because he was, and is, Robin. Just like he blamed himself for Tana's death with the same reason.
And then, even though Tim had said he should talk about it, he really hadn't at all. Oh, he'd offered enough to convince the others. But Kon hadn't been convinced. Bare facts and little dips below the surface weren't anything in this situation, and it wasn't really going to help him at all. Kon was't sure what would help, but... but he'd be damned if he'd let it go at that.
So this is his attempt at helping. Waiting until everything's settling down in the Tower, and he's sure Tim's in his room, and going right over there. He pauses for a moment before knocking on the door; any other time, that'd probably be an unnecessary move, if Tim was up to speed, he knew that Kon was there already.
But the thing was? He probably wasn't.