cloned | The big meet-up of doom!

"Don't worry, baby," Kon said. "He can't hurt me. He doesn't know about my secret weapon." He smirked at Tim. "I've got tactile telekinesis. Would you like me to tell you about it? You'd be shocked at how rarely I get to talk about it these days. My teammates hit me when I start."

Tim bit back a groan, clenching his teeth a little as he gestured for Kon ton continue with his explanation. Not being himself sucked. "And what is Tactile Telekinesis?" he gritted out.

Bernard laughed. Kon and his TTK, honestly. Well, at least Tim had never heard this one before. "Alright boys, this way." He gestured down the stairs. "Off to the kitchen. You can brag en route," he told Kon, winking.

"Oh, it's great," Kon said as he followed Bernard. "See, I've got this impregnable aura that surrounds me. I can do all sorts of cool things with it like make other people fly or take apart mechanical things." He smirked at Tim. "It's how I made you fly, you know. I could also make you bulletproof, just by touching you." He glanced at Bernard. "Other things I can do just by touching people are reserved for Bernard's knowledge alone."

"How utterly delightful for you," Tim replied drolly. No--even having "met" Kon for the first time, he coouldn't really fake an interest in TTK. He'd heard about it and worked with it just too much for that.

Bernard grinned over his shoulder at Kon. "Damn straight," he said, pointing a finger threateningly. "You better not forget it."

He laughed. "Timmy's a hard man to impress, hotshot. You might have to do better than that." He reached out and whapped Tim on the back in a friendly fashion.

Kon shrugged. "I am so unappreciated," he said mildly.

Tim grinned back at Bernard, then turned toward Kon again to give him an apologetic shrug. "I am very well traveled," he explained with a slight air of ennui. He kept his expressiion bland as he continued. "I've seen a lot."

And Kon would even have an idea of what he was talkng about. Gods, goddesses, Hell (or was it Heck?), the world's greatest heroes and villains... the list could go on for a long time.

Bernard smirked, blowing Kon a kiss over Tim's head. "I appreciate you, babe. All night." He winked.

Rolling his eyes, he reached out and ruffled Tim's hair. "Yes, yes, we know, you're very cultured," he said as they turned into the kitchen.

"You damn better," Kon said. He touched the wall and goosed Bernard with his TTK. "I'm sure you've seen many, many things, Tim," he said casually.

Tim raised an amused eyebrow, then glanced at Bernard again. "I think I'm being mocked. Bernard--your new boyfriend is mocking me."

Bernard yelped and jumped a little, whirling to glare at Kon. "I thought we went over this," he said, mock-glaring.

His mock glare increased both in its glare-yness and its false quality as he shook a finger at Kon. "No mocking my friends, Kon, we went over this too."

"I have no idea what either of you are talking about," Kon said innocently, both hands clearly in view. "I didn't do anything."

Tim raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I think he's telling yo to keep that telekinesis, which is so very tactile, to yourself when in polite company," he told Kon archly.

Bernard smirked, opening the fridge door and rifling around inside for the Zesti. "Knew there was a reason I liked you, Drake," he said, chuckling. "Very observant." He pulled out a somewhat depleted six-pack of grape soda and handed one to Tim, popping the tab for his own. "Kon?" he asked, closing the door with his hip. "Want one?"

"Just demonstrating how unboring TTK is," Kon said, smirking. "And ugh, no thanks. No idea how you guys can like that stuff." He made a face. "You got any orange juice by any chance?"

"I don't understand how you don't," Tim replied, popping the tab to his own can.

Bernard laughed, taking a swig of his drink. "I agree with Tim on this one," he said. "How can you not like a diabetes-inducing fake-grape flavored carbonated beverage?"

He opened the fridge again. "Of course we have orange juice, babe," he said, sticking his arm in the fridge. "My mom's a health nut."

"Cause I'm not insane," Kon said. "Ugh. Fake grape sucks. I like OJ, though. Good juice."

Tim wrinkled his nose. "Grape juice is better. I've always detested oranges."

Bernard chuckled, taking a sip of Kon's orange juice before handing it to him. "Delicious," he said.

"You're a weird kid, Tim," he said, shaking his head in mock-exasperation. "Oranges are tasty."

"He really is," Kon said, shaking his head. "You and grapes."

He took a gulp of orange juice. "Yum."

Tim shrugged easily. "I know. Tim Drake: weird kid extraordinaire. I've come to accept it over the years. And grapes are tasty. Real and fake."

Bernard grinned, nudging Kon's hip with his own. "See?" he asked smugly. "Toldja so."

Kon put an arm over Bernard and kissed his cheek. "Didn't disbelieve you for a minute," he said, smirking at Tim.

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