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"But..." Kon shuts himself up before he can get started. Right. Tim doesn't need him making a fuss about something that might not even happen. "Do they know anything about him?"

"Not really. But since he is blood kin, he has first priority over choosing what to do with me." Although he was almost at the point where he wasn't a minor anymore. Then, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

"That's stupid. What if he turns out to be a jerk?" It was a good thing because it gave Tim another family member, but... if the guy turned out to be bad, he was pretty much stuck, wasn't he? No way out. Not unless the Bat guy worked some magic.

...which, considering his money, he possibly could. Hmm.

"Well, I don't know. I don't even know who he is, really, so I can't say anything until I meet him." Which would be never, since he didn't exist, but no one knew that. For everyone else, he actually existed and Tim would meet him.

"Well, I hope it turns out okay." Kon pauses. He kind of wants to ask what Tim's going to do about Robin, whether he'll tell his uncle, but... that's probably not the best thing to ask right now. He'll hold the question to himself, for now.

It should, if no one found out about his plan. And he could keep a secret. It was just whether or not someone had a reason to doubt him and look into it.

"Me too."

"Is that all that's going on? Or is there more?" Because if Tim's been hiding one thing, it's likely he's been hiding more.

"Not really." Because, well, Batgirl was there with him in Bludhaven, but he didn't know if that was significant to Kon or not. And their patrols? Well, that was another issue entirely.

"You sure? Cuz... you can tell me." Great, not only did Kon have to worry about if he was alright with the stuff he -knew- now, but now he had to worry about whatever Tim might not be saying. That guy was gonna give him an ulcer or something, jeeze.

"I know, Kon. I know." Intellectually, he knew. But it was so hard to trust people with the life he had led. He knew that he shouldn't have mentioned his uncle, but he couldn't help it. It was partially to get Kon off his back with the worrying.

"Alright." Kon falls silent now, because... well. There's really nothing else he -can- say. Not unless there's something Tim wants to bring up by his very own self.

Tim just leaned against Kon, trying not to think of the future. There were too many uncertainties and 'what ifs' lurking around for his liking.

"I should drag you to Smallville again sometime," Kon says, holding Tim a bit closer. "Take your mind off of everything." It sounded like a dumb place, but it was actually pretty cool. Once you, uh, gave it a chance.

"Do I get to milk Bessie?" Tim teased, a smile twitching on his lips as he looked up at the other boy.

...what? "Do you -want- to?" Kon raises an eyebrow at him. "Cuz, I gotta tell you dude, milking cows? Not that interesting."

Tim looked completely serious for a few moments, as if he really did want to milk a cow. But after that, his lips started twitching, as if he wanted to laugh.

Kon blinks and the facepalms. "Dude, way to make me think you'd gone insane." 'Cuz, really. -Milk a cow-?

"I so had you going there, didn't I?" Tim said with a Chesire cat grin that he just couldn't contain. He couldn't help cackling a little, too.

Kon smirks slightly. "Just be glad I don't remember that when you come. Get you totally stuck doing the job." He's not capable of such evilness, though.

"Ooh, so you're trying to get me to do your chores, huh? I see how it is," Tim mused with an arched brow. Really, he was just playing with Kon.

Well, that's okay, because Kon is playing right back. "Well, I didn't think you'd -mind-. I figured it could fulfill the weird bat need to know everything."

That brought up an image of Batman milking a cow. In costume. Broodingly. Tim was very glad that he wasn't drinking anything as he burst into a fit of disturbed laughter.

Kon eyes him. "Do I -want- to know?" Answer was: surely not. But he had to ask anyway. Damned curiousity. Thankfully, he wasn't a cat, so he'd survive.

Nah, Kon was more of a dog person, if you asked Tim.

"Batman..." He said in-between fits of laughter and gulps of breath, "milking...while brooding..." He continued to snicker.

This would be a handy moment to have some drink to spittake or shoot up his nose right now. It's a good thing he's not able to do that. Instead, he just makes a strange noise. "Tim... your imagination scares me."

He's going to block the image before it enters his mind... yep... yes indeedy...