milliways_bar | the joined re-entrance of tim and kon!

the joined re-entrance of tim and kon!

So, right. Kon hasn't been in the bar for a month because he's been isolating himself, and it must have been inclined to agree with him and not call him in, either. Probably because he would have just turned around and walked right back out. But recently, he's been contacted by two people close to him: first Raven, and then Tim. And he's not intending on isolating himself anymore.

He's not even thinking about the bar, yet. He hasn't had the time. But heading out of this with Tim, intending on going back to the house... well. The bar snuck up on them, as it tends to do. And the barn door, instead of yielding the outside, yielded a bar instead.

"...dude." Kon blinks in surprise, just staring for a moment. "This isn't where we're supposed to be..."

Not that he's complaining.

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"Steph," Tim said with a frown in his voice as well as on his face. He didn't want Kon to feel guilty again about the events that had transpired, after all. His cast was enough of a reminder as it was.

"We're going to try our best to make sure it doens't happen again." What else could he say? Kon couldn't pretend there wasn't that possibility. Not until they figured out a way to get rid of whatever triggers there were in his brain.

"Sorry," Steph says, blinking. "I just need to make sure the bar's not in danger. I'm totally getting on the security trainee program and everything. We don't blame you, Kon, we know it wasn't your fault." She looks at him, and then hugs him again. "That must have sucked so much. Oh, man, I missed you guys, and it was so weird not having you or Dick or anyone to talk to about stuff like that, and I'm so glad you're okay now!"

"Well, the tide has passed, so to speak," Tim said with a wry grin. For now, anyway. There was still things to take care of, but that could be forgotten for the moment.

"And security trainee program? What's that?" He asked, curious and also changing the subject.

Yeah, that was a good topic change. As Kon would rather not hash out the events again and again and again. It was the time to move on now. "Yeah, what is that?"

Steph catches the hidden meaning as well as the question, and nods, letting go of them altogether and perching herself on a nearby table. "I totally don't even know yet. But Barry says Security's gonna start up a trainee program, and I figured, this is my home now, I may as well use my skills to protect it, and have you seen some of the people here? I could learn so much. I could probably learn enough to kick both your asses." She beams.

Tim chuckled softly at that. It was nice to see that Steph had found something she liked to do here, and it was also something that tied to her old life. Which, he knew, she still longed for at times. He knew the feeling from experience.

"Well, don't get too confident," he teased.

Yeah, but man, some of the dangers in the bar totally sucked. Like... that werewolf attack, which Kon was never going to forget. How could he?

"And be careful." As if a bat was ever able to be anything but.

"Hey, what's gonna hurt me? I'm already dead!" Steph grins at them. It's a very Robin grin. An even-numbered Robin grin, almost. "It's gonna be awesome."

"Well, you may never know. There may be another separate death that you could experience here in the bar," Tim said seriously. He remembered the werewolf incident as well, and still had the scares to prove it.

"Um, Steph, remember when you got sick?" That had been really scary. And she'd thought she'd almost died again then. "You definately got hurt then."

"Yeah, yeah." Steph waves off their concerns with a cocky grin. "I totally would've died if I could've then, though. Probably. And I didn't. So I'm gonna be fine. And I'm careful, anyway, come on." This may not be entirely true. "I'm a Robin." And this may directly contradict her previous statement, but, heh, that's part of being an ex-Robin.

"Just be careful, all right, Steph?" Tim wasn't going to mention the werewolf incident, as he knew that wouldn't bring any warm fuzzy feelings all around, but still. He was concerned for her well-being, even if she was technically dead. "This place can be more dangerous than you may think."

Kon himself had kind of proved that a month ago, but he's not going to say that, either. "It's stupid to think you're invincible. That just makes you more vulnerable."

"Guys! Jeeze, you two are just like my mom!" Steph stands on her hands, working her frustration into physical activity. "I've been living here for months, I know it's dangerous. I'm only gonna be a trainee! And dude, I totally know I'm not invincible. I'll be fine."

"Steph, seriously. We're just concerned for you." Which was true. "You weren't there for the werewolf incident." Okay, so maybe he would bring that up. If only so that Steph would have her guard up.

"It really sucked, and a lot of people got hurt." And obviously she didn't know she wasn't invincible, if she was all 'I'm dead already, what can they do to me!'. That was thinking you were invincible. She needed a dictionary. "I don't even know how they took it down."

"I met a werewolf once here," Steph says thoughtfully. "Guy called Jason. We sparred, and he totally wiped the floor with me. But he wasn't that good. I bet Flash or someone superfast would take him down easy. You probably could." She's distracted from her frustration by the mention of this incident. "Was that the same guy? What happened?"

"I doubt it," Tim said intuitively. That werewolf certainly hadn't been interested in any sparring. Just any meat he could get his hands on.

"I was here, as usual, and a werewolf suddenly came in, out of control. We all pitched in, but we were told not to harm him seriously, since he was a patron." To put it simply without putting the personal stuff in it. "I don't know how many people he put down. No deaths, I heard, but a lot of injuries."

"This one seemed very mindless. Or at least driven to only violence." So, yeah. If it was the same one, he'd had a lot of sedative or something. "I'm sure it took a lot to take it down."

Not that he'd seen. But he's not going to say why, if Tim isn't.

"Guys? What aren't you telling me?"

She's not that blind.

Well. Maybe he'd have to say it after all. He sighed, not really wanting to retell the story or relive it, but if he really wanted Steph to be careful... But still, she didn't want to make him worry over him again.

"I got...injured." Understatement of the year, boy wonder.

Okay, so they were saying it now, right? That was good, because Kon has a hard time not saying things. Especially now, after he hasn't had much practice in having social graces for awhile. Whoops. "Badly. It's okay now, but..."

"How badly?" Steph demands, eyeing them.

Well, she was going to get them out of them sooner or later. She was stubborn like that. Sighing, Tim decided that he might as well just say it.

"Kon and Bart had to drag me out of here." He unconciously touched his chest where the scars remained. That had been hard to explain to Batman.

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