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Log, Kon and Tim. TBC in comments. :D
Backdated like woah, to when Tim and Kon were in the infirmary post SBP beating them both down like the sorry losers that they are. To be Continued in comments. Wherein Timmy and Kon talk, and there is much angst, because apparantly that is what Timmy and Kon do.
Also, wherein Tim actually explains to Kon why the hell he's so screwed up. xD
superclone: The agony Kon half-expected to be present as he swam up towards consciousness was surprisingly not in evidence. His body ached and throbbed, though, and he mumbled a discontented sound. He opened his eyes not to the red and gold that crowned his bed in the Gryffindor dorms, or the powder blue ceiling of his room in Smallville, but a bland, institutional white ceiling arching far over his head. It took a moment to orient himself and remember that he'd been fighting-- "Tim!" he yelped, sitting straight up. He'd been fighting that other Sperboy, and Tim was hurt and-- shit his ribs hurt when he did that.
Kon wrapped an arm around his chest, grimacing. But his fingers brushed across ridges of flesh, where his skin should have been smooth, and he looked down, seeing clearly, for the first time, that Clark had BRANDED him.
batsmarts: Tim was drowsing on the edge of consciousness. For him, that was a good thing. The bones in his hand needed re-growing, completely shattered and virtually un-mendable. His ribs, while still bruised and sore, had been a much easier fix. In spite of the headache the bone-growing potion he didn't remember drinking gave him, the clear, worried timbre of Conner's voice cut through to him. With a little jolt that made his whole world spin for a moment, Tim blurted out, "C-Conner?"
He floundered a little, dizzy, and tried to prop himself up (unsuccessfully) on his elbows. "Are you okay?"
Tim only remembered pulling Clark's hair. It was probably a good thing that he didn't remember the sound his ribs had made when he slammed into the goal post.
superclone: Kon had gotten distracted by the large, dark mark on his chest, fingers running over the scar tissue, reading the symbol over and over again, anger growing every time. But he snapped out of his funk when Tim said his name, head jerking up, and eyes widening, like a little puppy dog. "What's your definition of okay?" Kon's voice was am umhappy rumble.
But Tim was awake, and didn't SOUND in too much pain. That meant the other Superboy hadn't hurt him too badly. Kon hoped, at any rate.
batsmarts: "Doing better than me?" Tim's voice wavered, and he flopped back against his pillows, looking down at his mangled hand with a worried look. Surely, it would grow back just as fine as his arm had, after the incident with Jason in London.
He tried to push himself onto his side, using just his left hand to roll over, in spite of the protest his ribs made. Tim's eyes, when the found Kon, locked on the symbol.
superclone: Besides that, Kon looked mostly fine-- he healed fast and, along with the potions that had been poured down his throat while he was asleep, the worst of the damage was healed. However he still hissed, as he sit up, mending bones protesting at the movement. He gave Tim a once over, eyes dropping to the crushed hand, and his lips curled back into a snarl. "That bastard."
Kon turned to slide out of bed and winced as the movement get off another chorus of prtoests from his half-healed body.
batsmarts: "Careful," Tim said sharply, "you'll hurt yourself! You should stay down." For all his protests, though, he knew Kon wouldn't listen. Tim tried to scooch over to the side of the bed, cradling his hand limp against his stomach as he re-settled himself.
Tim wasn't going to talk about how his hand had gotten that way. He really had rushed in like an idiot, but... Conner was in trouble. That meant Tim stopped thinking.
"What did that asshole do to you?"
superclone: "Beat me to hell and back," was the response. And probably not what Tim wanted. Because Kon hadn't really been paying much attention-- things had just exploded into pain. "HE-- what did he do to your hand?" Kon was on the edge of pulling himself out of bed and running off to grab the jerk again. Because-- Tim!
And then there was the Kryptonian symbol for "Fake" branded into his chest too. That wasn't helping Kon's mindset. He brushed his hand over his chest thoughtlessly.
batsmarts: "He crushed it. I was going after him with some of the green stuff. I got a good hit in, but... it didn't really do much," Tim said, dejected. He had expected to at least do more than one punch's worth of damage, whether it was Clark or not. He turned his hand over, so that it was palm-up, glaring down at it. Most of the shards of Kryptonite had come out easily enough, but there were still a few slivers of unhappy green hiding just underneath his skin, wiating to either work their way out later.
Tim knew enough Kryptonian, thanks to Kon, to know what that symbol meant, and for it to make his jaw clench and his voice go sour. "I'll kill the bastard next time," Tim said firmly. Conner was anything but fake. Clark didn't know a god damn thing.
superclone: Kon pulled himself out of the bed, swaying a bit before finding his footing, and crossed the short distance between where himself and Tim, dropping onto edge of the other boy's mattress. "Idiot. You couldn't beat Clark with a planetful of Kryptonite backing you up." He meant it in the more loving way, of course. Kon was worried that Tim actually WOULD go after Clark again. His usually rational best friend seemed have this thing for pain lately.
batsmarts: "I'd manage, if I had to," Tim said grumpily, though he couldn't help but sigh a little and almost-smile for Kon's sake. "What the hell did you think you were getting yourself into?"
Tim couldn't help but ask, frustrated and worried for his best friend. Kon should have known that he would get himself hurt, and stayed out of it. He should've known Tim would throw himself into the middle of it. Tim had known!
superclone: Kon hadn't known Tim would find out! "I don't know. I sent me a stupid letter saying I shouldn't wear the S when he was around, or he wouldn't be responsible for his actions, and I told we should just get it over with." Of course, Kon hadn't been thinking very clearly at the time. He's just wanted something to focus on. Someone he could hit.
He'd gotten his wish. "I wasn't thinking, and he showed up, and then everything went explodey."
batsmarts: "Uh-huh," Tim muttered, and rolled his eyes. "If you get into another fight I can't get you out of, I'm going to kill you myself," Tim threatened, his eyes going half-way closed as he finally settled back down onto his pillows and actually got comfortable. Tim reached out, with his good hand, to draw his fingers over the scarring skin of Conner's chest.
"... Damn."
superclone: "Yeah, " Kon agreed, catching Tim's wrist. He didn't really want the reminder. "Tim, don't." He sighed, half curling up on Tim's bed. the constant throbbing ache told him he should probably g back to his own bed, but he would rather sit here and prove to himself that TIM was okay first. "That's the second person to break your hand here. Maybe we should head back to Young Justice," he suggested.
batsmarts: "That was my arm," Tim countered, tugging his good hand away from Kon if only becuase he knew he couldn't rest on the other one. Young Justice was such a long time ago.
"Even if we do both go back, we're not even from the same timeline. Who knows how screwed up the future is right now 'cause we're here?" Tim didn't even want to think about the potential repurcussions this place was having on the space-time continuum.
He thunked his head against Kon's shoulder with a groan.
superclone: "It's a time travel thing," Kon grumbled. "I HATE time travel things. And alternate universe things. They suck." He really did, because then the world got screwed up, or his head got screwed up, or both. Kon rested a hand on Tim's shoulder, ignoring the spike of pain when Tim rested his head. So apparently his collarbone had broken too. Good to know.
"You're one of the time travels things. Or I am. And that other Superboy," Kon's lips bared in a snarl, "is an alternate universe thing. And that just makes life so much more complicated."
batsmarts: Tim groaned. "I hate alternate timeline things, too. And alternate universe things. Right now, I'm hating alternate universe things a lot. On the one hand, Tim wished that Clark couldn't get to Kon, and that his best friend would be the same as always. On the other... so long as he was around, they WERE going to have to deal with that jackass. Whether they liked to or not. "We got our asses beat," Tim observed unhappily. Maybe going back wouldnt be such a bad idea. But then... well, Terry wouldn't be around, and .. Jason certainly wouldn't be around. And Kon might not even be the Kon he remembered.
superclone: Kon wanted to go back, but he wasn't quite sure where he'd be going back to. He wasn't even sure how close to his time Tim was! The Tim Kon knew was... not this masochistic. At least not where anyone could see. And Kon wasn't sure what had happened in the meantime.
"We really did. And I REALLY hate alternate universe things. Because they inevitably want our universe, and that just throws everything out of wack. Geez." he rubbed his chest, but stopped again when his fingers encountered the mark inscribed there. "Clark was not this powerful when he got turned into a teenager."
batsmarts: "And I keep forgetting you don't have all your .. powers yet," Tim said, apologetically. "Our universe must be pretty frickin' awesome, if everybody's after it all the time, though. That's... comforting? Or something." A lot had happened in the year between them! Kon had gone crazy and broken Tim's arm and beaten the crap out of him and.. Steph had died and Tim's DAD had died, and of course Jason had beaten the crap out of him, too. Right in the tower. And Tim had just changed. Kon had started, you know, sort of kind of dating Cassie for real and , just, a lot had changed. Watching the people he loved die, though.. that probably had a lot to do with it. Not that Tim would ever talk about it, because Bats do not talk about their issues. Ever.
superclone: "I don't. But Clark still shouldn't have been that powerful. I mean, back when we all got our ages swapped, Clark and I had to defend Metropolis, and Clark was getting his ass handed to him. And he told me that he STILL had more powers than he'd when he was really a teenager. So--" Kon cut off with a frustrated sound, dropping his head. "Yeah. We must just be that cool." Kon didn't know most of the stuff that had happened-- if Tim wouldn't tell him... And Kon KNEW there was stuff Tim wasn't tell him. He just didn't know how to pry it out yet.
batsmarts: Tim arched his back and wriggled his healing fingers, curious about the unhappy jolts moving his hand sent along his spine. He felt like his joints were made of jelly. Tim kept his palm against his own chest. "Y-yeah," he managed weakly, but really his heart wasn't in it at all.
"You remember...earlier, what that idiot was saying about you and Lex?" Tim sighed, heavily. Start with Kon' issues. They're Kon's. He deserves to know about his own issues, right? Right.
superclone: "About me being Lex's son?" Or part Lex. Or something. Tim had confirmed it, and it certainly explained some stuff, but... Kon still didn't want to believe it! That he was partly LEX LUTHOR. Of all the people in the world. Kon scooted up on Tim's bed a bit, trying not to nudge Tim too much, given how badly he was hurt.
batsmarts: "You want me to ... I mean, I can. Let's talk about something. Anything. I owe you a ton of explanations. I don't want you to get... surprised by anything else." Tim sighed. Kon couldn't be going off into fights without all the information that Tim could give him. He could get seriously hurt and that was something Tim just couldn't stand for. He shrugged a little, apologetically. "I mean. We have to start somewhere."
Hadn't he mentioned his dad, or Steph or... or, anything? Tim couldn't even remember, really, the potions he'd been given for his arm making his thoughts generally muddled.
Also, wherein Tim actually explains to Kon why the hell he's so screwed up. xD
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Kon wrapped an arm around his chest, grimacing. But his fingers brushed across ridges of flesh, where his skin should have been smooth, and he looked down, seeing clearly, for the first time, that Clark had BRANDED him.
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He floundered a little, dizzy, and tried to prop himself up (unsuccessfully) on his elbows. "Are you okay?"
Tim only remembered pulling Clark's hair. It was probably a good thing that he didn't remember the sound his ribs had made when he slammed into the goal post.
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But Tim was awake, and didn't SOUND in too much pain. That meant the other Superboy hadn't hurt him too badly. Kon hoped, at any rate.
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He tried to push himself onto his side, using just his left hand to roll over, in spite of the protest his ribs made. Tim's eyes, when the found Kon, locked on the symbol.
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Kon turned to slide out of bed and winced as the movement get off another chorus of prtoests from his half-healed body.
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Tim wasn't going to talk about how his hand had gotten that way. He really had rushed in like an idiot, but... Conner was in trouble. That meant Tim stopped thinking.
"What did that asshole do to you?"
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And then there was the Kryptonian symbol for "Fake" branded into his chest too. That wasn't helping Kon's mindset. He brushed his hand over his chest thoughtlessly.
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Tim knew enough Kryptonian, thanks to Kon, to know what that symbol meant, and for it to make his jaw clench and his voice go sour. "I'll kill the bastard next time," Tim said firmly. Conner was anything but fake. Clark didn't know a god damn thing.
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Tim couldn't help but ask, frustrated and worried for his best friend. Kon should have known that he would get himself hurt, and stayed out of it. He should've known Tim would throw himself into the middle of it. Tim had known!
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He'd gotten his wish. "I wasn't thinking, and he showed up, and then everything went explodey."
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"... Damn."
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"Even if we do both go back, we're not even from the same timeline. Who knows how screwed up the future is right now 'cause we're here?" Tim didn't even want to think about the potential repurcussions this place was having on the space-time continuum.
He thunked his head against Kon's shoulder with a groan.
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"You're one of the time travels things. Or I am. And that other Superboy," Kon's lips bared in a snarl, "is an alternate universe thing. And that just makes life so much more complicated."
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"We really did. And I REALLY hate alternate universe things. Because they inevitably want our universe, and that just throws everything out of wack. Geez." he rubbed his chest, but stopped again when his fingers encountered the mark inscribed there. "Clark was not this powerful when he got turned into a teenager."
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"You remember...earlier, what that idiot was saying about you and Lex?" Tim sighed, heavily. Start with Kon' issues. They're Kon's. He deserves to know about his own issues, right? Right.
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Hadn't he mentioned his dad, or Steph or... or, anything? Tim couldn't even remember, really, the potions he'd been given for his arm making his thoughts generally muddled.