[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.

[superclone]

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."