RP with Tim

Kon ripped through the house shoving mess into cabinets and under the bed. He knew Tim would give him that tense, disapproving look if he didn't make it look like he at least made an effort to be something approaching clean, and he didn't have much time. Luckily he was fast. Not as fast as Bart, maybe, but enough that the house didn't look like quite as much of a pigsty as it sometimes did.

Now all he had to do was wait for Tim to show up in his nifty Batplane.

Kon drummed his fingers impatiently. Maybe he could have cleaned more carefully. Now he was just bored.