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Kon flew towards Cassie's apartment, worrying about Tim. If Tim could read his thoughts he'd make some comment about worrying being his job, not Kon's, but someone had to worry about Tim. And that seemed to fall squarely on Tim's shoulders. Cassie's too. And Bart's. Okay, a lot of people worried about Tim. Kon wasn't sure if that was better or worse.
He was still worrying as he rounded on Cassie's apartment and flew to the window.
He was still worrying as he rounded on Cassie's apartment and flew to the window.
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It was a lot of worrying.
She heard Kon's approach and leaped up to greet him. "Hey." She gave him a small smile and a big kiss. "I'm ready." Have lasso, will travel.
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Seeing him sitting stiffly on the couch, bruised if not broken and clearly trying to keep all his hurt in check, the anger flared up again and she wanted to HIT SOMETHING HARD. But she forced it aside and walked with purpose to Tim's side. She sat before he could stand (as manner dictates and she knew Tim was always mannered) and pulled him into an embrace, attempting to keep it light so as not to agitate injury.
"Oh, my Tim," she whispered softly into his hair.
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"I knew you weren't fine," he growled. He flew over to Tim's other side and put his hands gently on Tim's shoulder and leg. He used his x-ray vision to look at Tim's bones. "Your ribs, Tim! Grife! You should see a doctor or something about that!"
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"How did it...go?" she asked quietly, still holding as tightly as she dared.
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Then, he turned to smile a bit at Cassie. "I've disappointed him. I still have complete access, though, so...at least he still trusts me. That's saying a lot."
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She brushed Tim's hair back across his forehead; his eyes seemed darker than usual. "Are you at all disappointed in him?"
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She also knew Kon would have none of this. Or, at the least, he would react badly. She glanced at him with some concern. "As long as you want that you will be," she said, and laced her fingers through his. "And you have us."
The solution was the problem was the solution. She held her breath.
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"And, I know I have you both. That actually kept me clear today, and that's something he didn't get. I didn't beat him, but I didn't lose what I wanted to get across. That's different." He shrugged a bit, refusing to wince at the movement. "It'll all work out," he murmured, "...eventually."
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"But...you said you have no other expectations." Her eyes flickered once to Kon, then back to Tim's. "...How do you want it to work out?"
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"As to how I want it to work out..." A small smile flitted across his face. "I want there to be a Gotham that doesn't need a Batman. ...Until that day comes, I want to do whatever I can to try to make that day happen, even if that means wearing the suit."
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Maybe someday.
She nodded once and embraced him. "I want that, too, my Tim."