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"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...

"You were the one who mentioned the bat trait!" Tim pointed out as his snickering settled down a little. Hey, if he was going to have the image in his head, Kon should, too!

"Yeah, but I didn't say -Batman-!" Nope. Kon is totally resisting the image. It might take a poke for him to get it stuck. He is stroooong. Totally wins!

"But you mentioned the bat thing. Which totally leads to Batman, you know?" He insisted, poking Kon in the side for emphasis again. Suffer with him, Kon! Be a good boyfriend!

"Yeah, but who would show him? It's not like you or I are going to, that would just be --..." Oh, -great-. There was an obvious answer there, and now Kon totally has a damn image in his head. Great. " -- you suck, dude."

Superman, of course. Because who else would? And he could so see Clark convincing Bruce somehow, too. That man could be amazing at times. The whole being Superman thing not withstanding.

"You know I do. And other things, as well," Tim said oh-so-innocently.

But -why- would Clark want to convince him? What possible reason could there be to wake up one morning and go 'I know! I'll teach Batman to milk a cow!'?!

And... dude. Kon blinks for a moment at the perverted comment, then smirks. "What sorts of other things?"

Who knew? This was Clark they were talking about.

"Oh, I don't kiss and tell," Tim said with a faint smile. Because he was so innocent, right? And Kon didn't know anything.

Sometimes he managed to be stranger than Batman. And that... was saying something.

"Oh, I wouldn't expect you to," Kon smirks at him. "It's much better to get you to show me sometime."

Totally. But he was friends with Batman, after all. So it kind of made sense.

"I'll keep it under consideration," Tim replied, looking aloof as if he were really only going to consider and never put it into action.

And really, nobody ever expected the big blue boyscout to be weird, so it was more startling, even if he was just a little strange.

"So I'm going to have to convince you, huh?" Kon asks, waggling his eyebrows a little.

He was a big blue boyscount who wore his underwear on his outside. In primary colors.

"I'm not easy," Tim said with a hint of a sly grin.

What do the primary colours have to do with anything?

"Well, I'm willing to work hard to get what I want."

Bright, gay colors?

"I wish you the best of luck, then," Tim mused as if he weren't involved in this at all.