[Thread] Best Friends Forever

[superclone]

Who: Kon-El/Superboy (superclone) and Tim Drake/Robin (tweetlittlebird)
What: Their first meeting in Paradisa.
When: Backdated, a day after Tim gets to Para.
Where: Eighth Floor Game Room
Rating: G, unless something changes drastically.

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[tweetlittlebird]

Tim would like to think that even if Kon had stopped listening for gnat farts he could still sneak up on him. He had been moving silently down from his room -- after a short delay when he discovered that his name was written on the door and trying to remove it without success -- with a knot in his stomach and his mind churning.

There was so much that he had to say to Kon, that he'd imagined saying to him if he got to see him again, but he'd not planned for a situation like this, exactly. He'd thought about what to do if Kon had no memories or all his memories, but not what he'd do if it was partly-Kon, younger-Kon. You know, his best friend but before half of what they'd been through together.

He watched Kon struggle with his XBox controller and crept up behind him. "You suck at this game," he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck and seriously wishing that he'd found his usual uniform in the closet. He'd had to go capeless, and he wasn't used to the weight off his back.

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Kon dropped the controller, and the game beeped at him dolefully (he'd accidentally made a mismatch, and the jewels flipped back to their usual positions). "Jesus, Rob, do you have to sneak up on me like that?" He snatched the controller up and set it back on the couch, ignoring the timer, which was quickly counting down to exploding his screen.

"S'up, man?" Man, Robin looked both smaller and larger than before-- like he had lost weight, and Tim really didn't have a lot weight to lose before, but gained the huge Bat-Presence, that thing that made Batman look like he was eight feet tall.

[tweetlittlebird]

"Stand up, you big idiot, maybe I won't sneak next time." Tim couldn't keep the melancholy out of his voice, but he was smiling anyway because this was definately Kon. His best friend, plucked out of history and set down on a couch looking carefree as ever.

Tim could keep himself from getting all teary-eyed at the sight of his best friend - besides, it made the lenses of his mask all foggy - but he absolutely would not give up the opportunity to hug his best friend for the first time in a year and a half. If Kon refused to stand up, he'd find himself with a songbird wrapped around his neck giving him the noogie of a lifetime, impregnable forcefield or no.

[superclone]

Here have a super falling over backwards, and flailing manically. He cursed, but he was laughing and wrapping an arm around Robin's waist, fending off that noogie with the other. This is one soggy songbird. Why do you have your face pressed against his chest, tweet-tweet?

"You lie, birdboy. You lie like a bat-y rug."

[tweetlittlebird]

That was most certainly not a chestnuzzle that Tim just stole! He was not smelling his best friend or pressing up close amid noogies! That'd be outright sentimental. Tim would never be sentimental, he's absolutely not at all the type! Nope, not even a little.

"Maybe this time," Tim said, and gave Kon a solid squeeze, so hard that his shoulders shook before he let go. He cleared his throat - didn't want Kon to hear any unhappy in his voice - and looked up at his best friend. "I missed you, doofus."

[superclone]

Tim wasn't the sentimental sort. He was the push Kon away when he got too rough, so why--? Oh nevermind, who cared? Kon laughed and noogied him back for being so cuddly. RETRIBUTION!

"I've only been gone for a couple months, Rob. I know you're from the future, but it's not like I just up and disappeared to Apokalips or something for very long. Yow, I need those ribs, bird." He didn't really try to get Robin to let go, though. He's not that bothered.

[tweetlittlebird]

"Pfft, your ribs will be fi--- no, wait!"

Tim barely had time to protest before he was wrapped up in a noogie-hug and he began twisting his way out of Kon's grip. Or at least trying to twist his way out of Kon's grip. His chest felt tight and ached and his voice was a little scratchy, but he was happy that this was his Kon, however young. "It isn't like they break easy," he blurted out, flinching away from a particularly firm grip on his right side.

"I just missed you is all!"

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"Lies, all bat-lies! You think your bat-chastity is safe when I'm gone." Wriggly little bird, is his Robin. And bendy. Kon didn't remember Rob being that bendy. He decided to hell with it, picked Robin up and tossed him over his shoulder. There, try and BAT your way out of that one!

Kon might have been feeling a little manic-- he hadn't seen his best friend in a month and a half (give or take a few earth-weeks) and really had missed Rob a lot.

[tweetlittlebird]

"Bat-chastisty? Hey! Kon, put me --" Tim started, wriggling a little before he almost got dropped on his head. At that point, he decided to hang on for his own safety. Tim didn't care that Kon was picking him up and swinging him around and rough-housing with him (which used to get SO OBNOXIOUS) because his best friend was back.

"I wouldn't bat-lie to you, you big oaf!"

[superclone]

Hey! Kon wasn't going to drop Rob! Except maybe sort of accidentally on purpose. But Robin hadn't given him a reason to do that, so he settled for another noogie and tossing him onto the couch. Where Kon promptly sat on him. "Still more bat-lies. You are full of them. The Big Bat fills your head with them." Yeah, a little bit manic, He was beginning to crash from the high of a new-dimension-adrenaline-rush. And it was sad that he'd been to enough new dimensions hat he could recognize that physical reaction.

"So, how's the future? Am I hot? Do I get all the girls?"

[tweetlittlebird]

"Oof! Hey, now, watch it -- my ribs!" Tim was squirming on the couch, trying to get his best friend's weight off of his chest and onto his hips at least. So far he wasn't all that successful, torn between shoving Kon away and hugging him closer. He had missed this, no matter how annoying or inconvenient.

"The future has its ups and down, Yes, and Yes, respectively," Tim said with a sigh, finally giving up and flopping back onto the couch cushions. He gazed at his friend with a funny little smile on his face, affectionate and whimsical. "I'm just glad you're here."

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"Who needs ribs?" Kon wriggled a little but-- yeah, okay, he took pity and scooted over onto the actual couch. Robin's feet were still useful pillows, though. A little bony, but good back-support. Kon didn't notice the way Robin seemed to want to cuddle up against him, but somehow he managed to press up against Tim in his usul, oblivious way.

"Wait, I'm hot? And I get girls? The future's going to be awesome!" Have a big grin, Rob!

[tweetlittlebird]

"I need ribs!" Tim curled his toes and gave Kon a poke before propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at his friend while they talked. Tim was enjoying this - seeing Kon carefree and happy. He was amazing when he was happy, all sunlight and warmth and overwhelming.

"Oh, sure, the future's awesome for you, you're not the one stuck at five-foot-two for the rest of your life." Tim sighed and shook his head. "And you're always up to your eyebrows in company, whereas some of us are left to brood alone on rooftops."

[superclone]

"Well, maybe if you'd save me from alien slavers, instead of brooding on rooftops, Rob." He was teasing. Mostly. Hey, he got himself free, didn't he? (That didn't preclude a little bit of grudge-holding, right?) "Besides I thought Bats like the lonely rooftop thing. It gives you more to brood about."

Besides, Robin always gets annoyed when Kon tags along. That's certainly not because he flirts with Batgirl, nope.

[tweetlittlebird]

"Oh, I save you plenty of times in the future, big man." Tim laughed, though it was a weak one. "Not always, but that's because sometimes you need to be kept on your toes."

And sometimes he was on the other side of the world, and trusted Dick and Cassie to save you when he should've known they'd just stand there and watch you get torn apart by some-- oh, rambling and grudge-holding really isn't a good thing for Tim. It put kind of a grim expression on his face, too. It isn't healthy to be hating on your brother and your closest friend since your best friend's death. Blame is a real killjoy.

"Come with me next time, I've had enough of lonely rooftop excursions. I missed you."

Tim couldn't help the sentimental smile that came over him next. Schmoopy bats.

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Kon noticed the grumpy look. It was grumpier than the normal dour "I R SRS ROBIN, THIS R SRS BZNSS" expression too, and it made the smile fade a bit. He had to wonder what happened in the future that would make his best friend quite that unhappy. He had to reach out and swat at Robin-- change the channel, batboy.

"You keep saying that, man. Do I keep standing you up in the future or something? You need to get yourself a more reliable model."