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It's another weekend, and Kon has snuck his titans laptop into the bar. You'd think he'd be calm and collected about it, but oh no. He's got it in front of him as he sits in a booth, and he's glaring at the screen.

Glaring and muttering things about how it's not nearly -fast enough-. He looks ready to hit the keyboard, except he knows better.

Barely knows better.

Rescue him before he kills it?

He also happens to be in a bat logo shirt, because bat shirts are the -best- when you're broody and frustrated.

[Summary: Kon is found by Steph, which makes for great flail. He is also found by Tim, which makes for entirelly -different- flail as he's caught after ninja-snatching one of Tim's shirts. Oops?]

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Yeah, Kon is so going to be eloquant when he's been caught red handed. That's just not going to happen. "Is it?" Kon replies, staying awaaay from question about origin.

"Mmhmm," Tim mused with a nod of the head. "It almost seems like the size isn't right." Yes, Tim was having a fun time toying with Kon. Hey, he was the one that had stolen the shirt.

But Kon wasn't going to admit it, oh no. Or at least he was going to try his damned best not to. He was going to save a little face -somehow-. "Didn't come in another size."

"Right. Because they sell so many of these commercially, don't they?" Tim inquired, cocking a brow as he leaned over, bringing a hand to trace the bat symbol on the shirt.

Kon should really just give up now, shouldn't he? He's way out of his league.

"Do they?"

"What do you think, Kon?" Tim asked, pressing his palm against the bat symbol of the shirt.

'fess up like a good boy now, Kon.

...yep. Kon knew when to give up the battle. Really.

"Okay, fine," He says, slumping a little. "I snatched it."

"Why, Conner Kent, I'm disappointed in you." Despite his words, though, Tim didn't seem angry at all. If anything, he seemed extremely amused.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

...well, he didn't look -mad-, anyway. That was something, right? Except for the fact he -did- look amused, which means...

That Kon's never going to hear the end of this. -Ever-.

Joy.

"I have to explain myself, too?"

"Of course. That is my shirt that you stole and are wearing, you know." And Tim wasn't going to let him forget it, nope. Not for a good while.

Ah, the joy of blackmail material.

Tim having blackmail material -sucked-. Kon needs to actually learn to think his actions through sometimes. If that's even possible.

"And I can't just get you to forget it, huh?"

Now really, Kon. Tim? Forgetting something? In your dreams.

"What do you think?" The answer was pretty plain, you know.

Man, Kon probably just needs to give into his fate. It's less painful in the long run. Maybe?

"I think I make a really bad thief, that's what."

"Well." Beat. "That was a given."

What? Did you expect pity from Tim on this? Kon should know better.

He definately knew better. He shoulda have also known better than to do it in the first place, but yaknow.

"Guess you can't gain stealth skills by osmosis."

Tim snorted at that. If it were that easy, there would be many more like the Bats.

"The question is, why did you steal it?"

Probably a good thing it's not that easy, then. A world full of Bats would scare Kon. A -lot-.

"Because."

"We're not in elementary school, Kon."

Yeah, like Tim was going to be satisfied with that kind of answer. Yeah right. Kon was lucky that he wasn't making him write an essay on it or something.

Yeah, well, Kon would just write it in Interlac to get back at him. Take that!

"You're gonna say it's lame, okay?"

And Tim would probably decode the Interlac under an hour. Maybe under half an hour.

"Well, if you don't tell me the reason, I can't tell you it's lame, now can I?"

Considering how long it took Kon to learn the damn thing, that would -suck-.

"Exactly."

"You do know you're going to have to give me the reason sooner or later, right?" Or there was the alternative...

"Or you could always tell Nightwing."

"...huh?" Kon's eyes widen a little. No, Tim wouldn't do -that-... would he?

And Tim didn't say anything. He just sat there in his seat, smiling faintly.

"...you would." Kon closes his eyes. "You suck."