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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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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."

Again, Tim didn't say anything. Of course, mentally, he inserted a dirty joke there like any other teenager would.

But he would let Kon fill the blank in himself.

For once, Kon isn't the one thinking of a dirty joke. That must mean the apocalypse or something.

"Look, the weeks are long, alright? And the weekends are long enough. So I miss everyone. Especially you. So I figured it'd be a good way to help that."

Comfort objects, yaknow?

Tim blinked at that answer that Kon provided for the situation. He had just thought that Kon had found the shirt amusing, considering the interest he had shown in it when Tim had mentioned it in passing before.

"Oh."

That was actually...well, kind of nice.

Kon really can't gauge Tim's reaction from that, so he just looks at him. He doesn't know what to say unless he knows whether Tim finds it lame or what, so...

"Can I have one of your shirts, then?" Tim asked out of the blue after his moment of silence, cocking his head to one side.

...okay, the unexpected answer. Not that Kon's going to complain about it. "Okay," he says, grinning a little.

He can even offer Tim -non flannel- now, what a concept.

And Tim can't help but smile a little shyly at that. He knew that he couldn't wear it to school or the like, but he could always wear it to bed. It'd probably help him get over his insomnia, if only a little.

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