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Of course he can! He's just not aware of it.

"Thanks," Kon says, and stuffs the notebook into his backpack. Might as well put it away, he's not going to pay attention to it -now-. "So how're you doing?"

Tim just shrugged at that.

"The same as always, I guess. Student by day, crime fighter by night." He still had bruises from last night, since all the villains and crooks that seemed to have something against Nightwing seemed to want to challenge him.

"Nothing exciting or new?" Kon had had a boring day - heck, a boring week. He wanted to hear stories! Tim surely had some interesting ones.

Well, there was that tiny little fact that he was in Bludhaven now. Or that Batgirl had moved there as well. Or the fact that Penguin had put them against each other for a little game.

But Tim wasn't going to mention any of those things, of course.

"There was a robber who clocked himself in the face in a clumsy attempt to hit me."

Kon blinks at that. "What was he, drunk?" That would be the saddest way ever to go to jail. Knock yourself out. Did that make the person a good samaritan?

"Just uncoordinated, I'm afraid. Didn't smell any alcohol on him," Tim said with a shrug of his shoulders. Hey, he wasn't complaining. It was amusing, but it had saved him some trouble.

"His partner was a bit more coordinated, though. But it hadn't helped that the other guy fell on top of him."

"So it was a pretty easy fight all around, huh?" It would be nice if that sort happened more often, but unfortunately that wasn't the case in their business. Had to take it when it came. "Did you thank them for their assistance?"

Tim's lips twitched into a faint grin at that.

"Of course. What kind of upstanding citizen would I be if I didn't show them the proper courtesy for their help?"

"Especially after they put in so much -effort- for you." Or rather, such idiocy. But hey, sometimes there wasn't a difference. Kon knew that from experience! ...and wasn't afraid to admit it!

"I know. Made the whole thing much easier on me and my ego," Tim said in a deadpan fashion. He couldn't help cracking a grin a moment later, though.

Kon grins back just a little. "Well, I'm sure there was plenty of other guys around to boost your ego back up." It wasn't as if Gotham was lacking in crime, anyway. And if it was? Kon would wonder exactly when he'd fallen into the Twilight Zone.

"Not at all. If anything, it seems that criminals are coming out of the wood works to get their egos beaten out of them." Or, in some cases, they beat them out of Tim. But Tim wasn't going to admit that, because that'd entail him having to describe Cassandra coming to his rescue.

Kon blinks at that. "Why?" That didn't exactly sound normal for Gotham. Unless something bad was going down again, and ooookay, now he's trying hard not to look worried. "Full moon or something?"

...Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that. But Tim was finding it harder and harder to lie nonchalantly to Kon's face. Which he found a bit disconcerting, if he was honest about it.

"Something like that," he said with a shrug, trying to make it sound as if it were nothing.

"Something like that?" Kon's brow furrows slightly as he tries to figure that out. "What do you mean?" Was Tim hiding something again? Oy.

"Criminals can be odd at times. Perhaps they're having a competition or bet on who can off the Boy Wonder first," he said as if what he had said earlier hadn't been suspicious at all.

Kon narrows his eyes at him for a long moment as he turns this over in his head, puzzling out the statement. Finally, he shakes his head. "Nuhuh. You're not pulling that one on me."

"Pulling what on you?" He asked with a cock of his head, seemingly innocent and unaware of what Kon was talking about. But he knew better, of course.

"-That-." Kon crosses his arms now. "You've been acting weird lately, and you never say -why-. Tell me now." He pauses, then adds, "Please?" As if that'll really help if Tim's determined to not tell anything.

Tim was silent for a moment as he considered his options. He could continue to deny that anything was wrong, of course, but that would probably only frustrate Kon further. On the other hand, if he did tell the truth, Kon may not react well anyway.

So he decided to go for the in-between.

"I moved out of Gotham."

...huh?

That was not really Kon had been expecting as a response at all; though what he had been expecting, he didn't really know. Just... not that. "When did you do -that-? -Why- did you do that?"

"A little while after Steph's funeral." Which wasn't an event he liked looking back on. "I needed to get away from Gotham. Be on my own for a while. And Dana...she needed...treatment." Of what kind, he didn't say.

"And you didn't -say- anything about this?" That was... incredibly stupid. Kon can't blame Tim for the stupidity, but it was still stupid! "Where did you -go-?"

Well, this was the part that he particularly didn't like to admit, because he knew that it'd only fuel Kon's anger.

Tim sighed a little as he spoke. "You remember when I said I moved to the edge of Gotham before?"

"Yeaaah?" Kon eyes him warily. He's not going to like the response to this, is he?

.......wait. "You don't mean..."