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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"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.

How -had- he explained it to Batman, anyway?

"Had to take him to a doctor. It was too much for any of us to deal with."

Steph screws up her face. "You do know there's healers in the bar, right? Who can heal people in, like, a second? Why didn't you go to one of them?"

She's concerned for Tim, but injuries are pretty routine in their line of work, and she knows he understands that as well, so there's only a brief flash of worry in her eyes.

"We knew that. But there weren't enough healers in the bar that night to treat everyone, Steph." And they mostly worked on the minor injuries, trying to heal greater numbers.

And, well...Tim's injuries pretty much fell into the major injuries category. Which needed much surgery and such.

"And even if there had been an available one, I don't think they could have spared the energy to heal me."

"It was all really bad that night." Injuries, the event, everything. And something like that would happen again, as much as it was nervewracking to think about. It was inevitable, since the place was such a crossroads.

"So, basically, some nutty werewolf pretty much beat up the whole bar," Steph says, frowning. "And you don't want me to offer to help next time something like that happens? I bet you got injured trying to help. You can't tell me not to do the exact same thing."

"I'm not telling you not to, Steph," Tim tried to explain. "I just want you to be careful. It's different here than it was in Gotham." Just as dangerous, but different kind of loons. Tim wasn't sure he could loose Steph again. That made him, in a way, cowardly.

"It's not -that-. You were sounding like you'd be reckless." And that would be really, really stupid. Kon isn't going to put that way out loud, but... it was more than true.

"I'm not reckless," Steph says, wounded. "I'm very careful, really. And I will be careful. I just want to be able to help these people... they've done a lot for me." She swings her legs.

"I get that, I really do. We just..." Tim sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't want to see you..." He trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

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