Zombie!Kon
Title: Home for the Holidays
Words: 557
Summary: Tim talks to Zombie!Kon, Cyborg and BB watch.
A/N - for pervyficgirl and her atomically awesome icons! *points about* OMG, BAT!BART!
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“I’m not really liking this idea.” Cyborg muttered to Garth. They were watching Robin sit at the kitchen table with a zombie. A Connor-shaped zombie.
Beastboy rolled his eyes and crooked a brow, “Yeah, cause those Gotham kids have always given two wits about what you thought.”
“Hey!”
Garth jerked him away from the door and covered his mouth, “Shh! Damn it, do you want us to get caught?”
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Robin sighed. Cyborg and Beastboy were hovering again, and badly at that. He wrung out the dirty washcloth and leaned forward again, brushing it carefully along Kon’s face.
“Your grandmother was heartbroken. Once we have you back to yourself, I think she should be the first person you see. Clark - Well, he felt guilty. He’ll probably pop in more often, at least for a little while. You know how hard it is to change Superman. Cares for everyone equally, which royally sucks when you should be someone special.” Tim explained cathartically. “I-After you died, there - I,”
Tim swallowed hard and stopped talking, pretending to focus on the drool dripping down Kon’s face. “I guess, I’m trying to say Bart’s dead, too.”
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“He’s spilling out his little birdy heart to a corpse, BB.”
“You know Bats. They always feel better if they can decapitate their confidantes after sharing. Like Praying Mantis.”
Cyborg turned a bit green. “That’s sick.”
“But true!”
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“Oh, and Stephanie’s alive.” Tim shrugged. “Apparently, Leslie didn’t want her being a superhero or something. They told me, but I was too angry to really listen. Bruce has it on file somewhere.”
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“Wait, his girlfriend’s alive?” Garth shifted into a snake and stealthily popped his head around the corner. “How is it none of us knew this.”
“I think Kory mentioned it. Something about Dick ranting to Roy while she was there.”
“Why wasn’t I there!” The snake whined.
Cyborg stated simply, “The same reason I wasn’t.”
“But why is THAT!”
“Dick. Redheads.”
Garth pulled back and shifted again, this time a confused monkey. “Yeah, Dick has a thing for red heads. So what? What’s that got to do with Roy and Kor- Oh.” He blinked, “Ooooh.”
“Yeah, man. Oh.”
“…All three?”
“Yes, Garth.”
“…but where do the extra, um… bits go.”
“I’m not having this conversation, BB.”
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Tim stopped and smiled sadly at the vacant stare. “I missed you, ya know. Without you or Bart, I’m just aimless. I know the Titans try, but I just don’t have any reason to be me, anymore. Bruce handles it by being Batman about it all, and Dick tries to be there, but he’s pretty screwed up himself. Cass goes on and off the bandwagon, Alfred does his ‘mother but do not interfer’ routine, Babs watches me all the time, I haven’t heard from Bernard since… ever. I mean, people are around, but I’m not.”
Kon cocked his head.
“But I guess you always realized how much I needed you.”
He drooled.
“I know this is such a girl thing to say, but I could really use a hug, right about now.” Tim said, leaning forward.
“Braaaaaaaaains….”
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“Uhoh,” Garth said as Cyborg ran through the door.
“That’s our cue, BB!”
Garth sighed. Robin was going to be pissed, but really, it was a zombie. It wasn’t like Anita couldn’t make him another for Christmas.
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There are probably a million canon errors here, but I don't care. XD