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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.

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Tim made a disgusted noise that didn't do anything to hide his grin. "You really are ridiculous--you know that, right? The flight was good. Quiet. No one picked on me for hours on end--I hardly knew what do to with myself."

Kon laughed and threw an arm over Tim. "Sounds miserable," he said. "Come on in. Any mess you see is Bart's, I swear."

"I'm so sure," Tim said dryly, glancing around as Kon led him into the house. It wasn't... quite as bad as Tim had expected, actually, considering it was Bart and Kon who lived here.

"I'm wounded that you don't believe me," Kon said, doing his best to look hurt while trying not to laugh. "So. Skiing? Do you have bat-skis or something?"

Tim gave him an amused look. "I have normal skis--like a normal person. I mean, do you have Super-skis?"

Kon looked embarrassed. "Rex was crazy about marketing," he said.

Tim felt his jaw drop opened. "You... really." He grinned broadly. "Dude, you are never living that down."

Kon laughed. "Hey! I did get them free. I can deal with a big red S stamped on each of them."

Tim laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, even if I did have them--Tim Drake doesn't wear Bat-skis."

"Secret identities are for losers," Kon said. "You totally do have Bat-skis, don't you? And I'll bet they've got like, lasers or something. Or jet packs. Seriously, are there jet packs on your skis?"

Tim made a face. "No. Secret identities are for people who would have to worry about every crazy person in their city coming after their friends and family if they knew who was behind the mask that put them away."

He rolled his eyes a little, smirking. "That's right--I have Bat-skis with jet packs. Get real, Kon."

"I had more non-superhero friends before I got a secret identity, and all that happened was they kicked me out of school!" Kon grinned. "Hey, I get your logic, but it does mean you can't put 'saved the world' on your resume."

"Hey, jet packs are awesome!" he added. "Not as cool as tactile telekinesis, of course..."

"And I have never had a lot of non-superhero friends. Just a very select few." He shook his head a little. "Robin has an easier time playing well with others than Tim does."

He rolled his eyes. "Not that again."

"Really? Wow, Tim must be a total dork," Kon said. "Especially if he refers to himself in third person and has multiple personality disorder." He grinned and grabbed his skis from the closet in the back. "Hey, can I help it if my superpower is incredibly fun to say? You're just jealous."

Tim rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, you idiot," he said, laughing. "And I am not jealous. And a fun-sounding superpower is not an excuse to say it over and over again."

"Tactile telekinesis, tactile telekinesis, tactile telekinesis, tactile telekinesis, tactile telekinesis," Kon said smugly.

"Those don't even sound like words anymore," Tim complained. "And my skis are still in the 'Wing."

"Well, why aren't we getting them?" Kon asked. "C'mon!"

"Because you were too busy going on about your teke and the awesomeness of you," Tim teased. "I haven't had the chance yet."

"Hey, can I help it if I'm awesome?" Kon asked. He went outside. "Go on, get the bat-skis."

Tim followed and stopped at the 'Wing to grab his skis. "You know--this is bizarre," he complained mildly. "Carrying my skis across a grassy lawn, and knowing that I'll be skiing soon--and not very far away."

"I love my state!" Kon said. "Come on, I'll carry you to the slope. Unless you've got the batmobile in that batwing? Along with your batskis?"

"No Batmobile, or Batsnowmobile--the lift would definitely be appreciated."

"Great," Kon said, hooking his hands under Tim's armpits. "The best part is, we also totally don't need to buy lift tickets!"

Tim laughed as Kon picked him up. "Nope--I get all my lift free via Kon-Air."

"Normally I charge, but you get the friendship discount," Kon said, flying over the island. "I've got a lifetime membership here, actually. They got pissed when I was skiing for free too often."

"Lucky me," Tim laughed. "And I can see why they'd get pissed. Should I make a stop in at the lodge to pay?"

"Up to you," Kon said. "They usually let me bring guests so long as I don't do it too often. Then again, you are a billionaire's kid and all."

Tim shrugged a little. "Maybe after, then. I'd rather not have to haul the awkward skis around."

"Sure," Kon said. "Top of the mountain then?" He shifted his flight path to lead to the highest peak.

Tim grinned. "Race you to the bottom? No powers?"

"You'll beat me if I don't use any powers," Kon said. "You've got Batskis with jet packs."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tim replied, laughing. "I do not have jet packs!"

Kon grinned. "You'll probably still beat me if I don't use powers," he said. "But okay, sure."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Don't be so sure. I'm a Gotham boy, remember? City, through and through. I'm not nearly as awesome at this kind of thing as people expect me to be."

"You went skiing with Bart. He said you were pretty good." Kon dropped his skiis on the ground and stepped into them. "Ready?" he asked.

Tim shrugged. "I guess I'm not bad." He stepped into his own skis and shifted his weight a little, making sure they were secure. "Ready when you are."

"Okay," Kon said. He pushed off with his poles. "Go!"

"See you at the bottom!" Tim called, leaning forward on his skis and making himself generally as small as possible to decrease wind resistance.

Kon grinned and leaned forward. He had more weight, which he hoped would help, but he didn't really care who won. It was just fun.

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