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Kon hadn't thought about it before taking out the games to play. He was downstairs in the Compound, where the Playstation 3 was hooked into the television, and he was playing Lego Batman. He didn't think about Tim or Bart or Jason. It was just a game and he felt like playing. At the moment, he was currently invested in running little Timmy Drake - or was it Jason? - into as many deaths as he could manage. Killing Robin was a great way to pass a little time.
He was just getting smacked on by goons when he thought he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, looked, and didn't see anyone. Huh. Just his imagination. Maybe he was a little jumpier because of this game than he thought he was. After all, Tim didn't really know about the other universes and neither did Jason, he didn't think, and...well. They'd kill him. Or at least maim him.
Just another level. One more.
He shook his head and went back to the game. Hmm. Maybe it was time to make Batman die. That was bound to be much more entertaining and therapeutic than watching Robin go. The next time he heard a voice, he didn't bother to look up. It was likely to be nothing again.
He was just getting smacked on by goons when he thought he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, looked, and didn't see anyone. Huh. Just his imagination. Maybe he was a little jumpier because of this game than he thought he was. After all, Tim didn't really know about the other universes and neither did Jason, he didn't think, and...well. They'd kill him. Or at least maim him.
Just another level. One more.
He shook his head and went back to the game. Hmm. Maybe it was time to make Batman die. That was bound to be much more entertaining and therapeutic than watching Robin go. The next time he heard a voice, he didn't bother to look up. It was likely to be nothing again.