cloned | The big meet-up of doom!

Tim raised an eyebrow in amusement. They were starting this now, then. He held out his own hand. He'd dressed in normal clothes for this meeting, which had amused the other Titans to no end... Especially the mask he's worn until he got to the roof, where he was alone.

"That's me. You're Superboy, then?" He gave him an obvious once-over. "Could've fooled me."

"Oh, shut up," Kon said, slinging an arm over Tim. "Come on, let's get out of here. My sexy boyfriend is waiting for us to meet."

Tim laughed. "Lead on, Superboy."

Kon grinned and took off. "It'll take me about an hour to get there," he said. "How much will I know about you?"

Tim snickered lightly. "Well, you'll know my name,' he said, teasing a little. "Um. Maybe a bit about Dick and Bruce. You'll know my folks are dead, but I doubt I gave you any of the thorny details." Tim shrugged. "Maybe we talked about school?"

"Bernard's told me a bunch about you too," Kon said. "Figure between the two of you, I can get away with accidentally knowing stuff." He smirked. "Knowing you, you gushed endlessly about Cissie too. Who I just conveniently met because you could theoretically have been with her right then."

"Of course," Tim replied, laughing. "Because where else would I be when I'm away for the weekend but visiting my out f town girlfriend?"

"Makes sense to me," Kon said, grinning.

They continued flying until they reached DC.

"So, do you need to, like, get yourself into Tim Drake mode or something?" Kon asked.

"I've been working on that for most of our trip over," Tim replied, with a wry smile. "I should be okay." He brought his hand up to his face, double-checking that the mask was really off. "Okay. I'm good."

"You were totally checking for your mask, weren't you?" Kon asked, smirking at him. "Freak."

He flew the now-familiar route to Bernard's house. "Should we go by the window or the door?"

Tim shrugged unrepentantly. "I wore it to the top of the Tower, and I wanted to make sure I'd taken it off. I don't always notice when it's on."

"Either way--whichever you think will put him most at ease. God, this is weird."

"You're telling me," Kon said. He flew to the window and knocked.

Bernard glanced up from his email, where he was just telling his mom that absolutely nothing exciting was happening, and why did she think leaving him home alone to study and write papers was a good idea?, and beamed, jumping up to go open the latch.

"Timmy!" he exclaimed, pulling him into a huge hug and squeezing tight before letting go and giving Kon a chaste kiss hello. "You two play nice on your way over here?" he asked, arching an eyebrow threateningly.

"I take it I got the right boy?" Kon asked, flashing a grin. "I didn't card him or anything. Wasn't sure if he really was the famous Tim Drake."

Tim laughed and hugged Bernard back tightly. God, it had been too long. He smirked at Bernard's question. "Of course. I always play nice. And I only threatened him once or twice."

"Yeah, this is the right one!" Bernard declared, hugging Kon briefly too. "The one and only."

He grinned at Tim. "Atta boy," he replied, slinging an arm over Tim's shoulders and ruffling his hair.

He turned to look at Kon. "I hope you were suitably threatened?" he asked, smirking.

"Terrified," Kon said solemnly. He stole a kiss from Bernard. "With this guy protecting you, you've got nothing to worry about." He grinned at Tim.

Tim snickered quietly at the private joke. "Me?" He asked, laying on the innocence just a little thick. "You're Superboy."

Bernard glanced suspiciously between the two of them, but decided that it wasn't worth it to go into unfounded conspiracy theories. Besides, he was too happy to have both Tim and Kon here that he decided not to bother.

Instead, jabbing Tim friendly-like in the ribs with his elbow, he turned to Kon. "Long flight?" he asked, knowing that it probably was. "Want something?"

"Ages," Kon said. "And yes, but I won't say it in front of your innocent friends." He smirked. "Oh, I met Tim's hot girlfriend when I picked him up. She's kind of awesome. And she's met Wendy!"

Tim eyed Kon skeptically. "I didn't think I'd have to head out to the museums so soon..." He turned toward Bernard with a wry smirk. "Yeah--did I mention? She was on Wendy for a few episodes."

Bernard whapped Kon on the arm. "I meant if you wanted anything to drink, hotshot," he said, grinning ruefully. "I will not give up my Timmy so soon after having gotten him back!" He wrapped his other arm around Tim's shoulders, using his added height and the element of surprise to pull him into a cloying hug.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, you mentioned. And Kon mentioned. And the whole fucking world mentioned. I get it. She's famous." He grinned sardonically.

"Don't worry," Kon said. "You've got a famous boyfriend too, you know. And I think a superhero is a little higher on the famous scale than an Olympic gold medalist. Even one who was on Wendy. Cissie may be cool, but was she a founding member of Young Justice? I think not. And a drink would be delicious."

"Do I have to be shorter than everyone here?" Tim complained mildly, submitting to Barnard's hug for a brief moment before extracting himself again.

He bit back the urge to start laughing at Kon's Young Justice comment. This was... really going to be a lot harder than he'd expected. He eyed Kon skeptically. "I don't know... I think Olympic Athlete trumps superhero. I mean--they work hard, and compete against so many others just for the chance to try at the Olympics."

Okay, so maybe he was a little proud of his girlfriend.

"It's what makes you so adorable!" Bernard insisted in a sing-song voice, squeezing Tim tight before relenting and letting him go.

He laughed, holding up his hands. "You two can duke this one out," he said. "I'm not getting in the middle of this fight." He grinned. "You guys are so ridiculous."

"Tim? You want a drink? I think we still have some Zesti left..." He arched an eyebrow, proud of himself for remembering Tim's favorite disgusting soda.

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