Tea and Comfort - Kon and Timmy

[third_robin]

Tim just wanted Conner away from her, away from the idea of a man who didn't exist anymore - if he ever had - away from hope that could be as damaging as anything, away from Lex fucking Luthor. He didn't speak again until they were outside, heading toward the cafe, Tim walking with his arm wrapped around Conner's, his other hand still laced with

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[isnt_it_cool]

Conner was silent for a moment, playing it all over in his head.

"She grew up with them both," he started, as though he were recounting a dream he couldn't forget after waking up ... or a nightmare.

"They were all teenagers together in Smallville. Clark and Lex were ... friends." He looked at Tim, stunned. "Best friends. Clark trusted Lex once, and Lex was ... he wasn't like he is now, he didn't start that way. He might have been like me."

[third_robin]

"No, Conner, no." Tim spoke softly, stopping them both and reaching up to smooth hands down Conner's arms. "He's not like you. You would never, ever be what he is."

[isnt_it_cool]

"We don't know that. Lana said he was one of the best men she'd ever met. He was brave, he stood up to Lionel, he was good enough for Clark to befriend! Something happened to him to make him the way he is. He wasn't born evil and ... maybe he doesn't have to stay that way."

Conner looked at Tim, hesitating a second.

"Before I died ... Superboy Prime hurt me the first time, remember?" He took Tim's hands in his, not wanting to upset Tim with the memory. "And I had to recover in the lab. I ... remember something odd. Lex visited me there."

[third_robin]

Tim closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting Conner take his hands and struggling with the instinct to break away, to get away from this train of thought, this memory.

"What do you remember?" he asked quietly.