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[ that day Kon has learned that even if you are in a weird mood, villains don't get more sympathetic toward you and decide to skip a day of doing misfits or trying to rule the world because of that.

some weirdo had taught him that, as he wreaked chaos this morning in Smallville because he was... bored. yes, that's what that that guy told Kon when he asked him why wouldn't he stop being an idiot and simply surrender because he was obviously going to lose. "I'm bored!" he answered, thing that irked Conner even more and made he almost forgot who he was the heir of.

he's flied right into his room from the window when he came back home; not exactly in the mood for talking with Ma or having Krypto slob all over his face and he isn't really hungry either. he will greet her later for sure, so that she won't get too worried, but in that moment he really does not want to think about anything or anyone.

Conner hasn't got one of this mood swing in a while -- they used to be more common back in the days anticipating his death, and he definitely has passed a whole period of "I-Hate-Myself" before -- which makes the whole thing even more aggravating for him. he feels like talking to someone; someone who can understand what the hell is going on in his head better than himself, but the only person that he can think of is Clark and, really, he isn't going to fly to Metropolis to bother Clark just because he is feeling down.

he lies down on his bed for a bit, slamming a pillow on his face as to shut down his thoughts, but then --

a spark.

it was so obvious, but for some reason he did not think of him fast enough. a milliseconds or two to get his shirt back on and then he is already flying away from Smallville directed to Gotham. ]

Tim...?

[ he totally feels like a thief in that moment. and he probably should, since he's just entered Tim's house by tampering with the window through his TTK. but Tim wasn't answering his knocks and thought that maybe he was sleeping or something. in that moment he wondered if he is just desperate or completely confused. not that it matters because Tim isn't there, he can't hear his heartbeat anywhere in the house or in a few miles radius for that matter.

Kon flops on Tim's couch, adding "most stupid person in the world" as his list of reason of why he should be feeling bad.

What was he expecting to do anyway? Tell Tim how crappy his day has been while watching Glee and eating popcorn? Or maybe cry on his shoulder like a little kid and expect Tim to be completely comprehensive and totally not annoyed by his sudden presence at all? Not like Tim isn't already all tired from his duty or anything, right?

Kon doesn't move from the couch yet... just a few seconds, hoping that Tim would come here before his woe would get the better out of him and force him to go back home, because...

he really wants to see his best friend right now. ]

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[When Tim comes back from his patrol through the window, he notices that it's been tampered with, just slightly. So he creeps into his apartment, keeping his uniform on, and makes his way to where there seems to be some noise in his living room. Coming to stand behind his couch, he notices that Kon is apparently the one breaking into his apartment, and crosses his arms.]

Kon, why didn't you call? I could have cut my patrol a little short.

[ HEART ATTACK

because he wasn't expecting Tim to arrive this early and he totally wasn't expecting Tim to sneak up on him. ]

Dude!

I'm supposed to have super-hearing here, how exactly can you make so little noises when walking? It makes no sense! Does Batman transform you batkids into noiseless zombies or something? Because really, that ain't normal.

[ his tone isn't exactly his normal snarky tone that he uses when he adds some of it in a sentence. it had some annoyance and frustration because whatever was going in its mind in that moment felt like it just received comfirmation ]

I didn't call because I thought you'd be busy. [ a little shrug ] I hope I didn't come in a bad time, is there going to be a girl arriving from that same window in a few minutes? If so, don't worry pal, I'll leave.

Edited 2012-06-24 22:05 (UTC)

[One eyebrow goes up at that, because really Kon?] If someone else comes through that window, I hope you'll stick around for the ensuing fight for life.

[He uncrosses his eyes and moves around the couch to sit down on it next to Conner.] Is there something you wanted to talk about? You sound...off.

What? [ yes ] No! I just... felt like going to check out how you were doing and if you needed a hand in your crime-fighting butt-kicking. Smallville has been pretty empty in that regard lately, it's getting kinda boring. [ and he totally knows that if he looks at Tim in the eyes, his friend will read on all his lies, so he gets up -- still avoiding tim's gaze -- and slowly walks towards the window... ]

I guess I'll go now, though. I'll see you tomorrow at the Tower, okay?

Edited 2012-06-25 08:45 (UTC)

Conner-- [Tim follows him, standing up quickly and reaching out to grab his wrist and prevent him from leaving.]

Talk to me. [He pulls his cowl off with his free hand and looks Kon square in the eye.]

Hi-- [ and the joke freezes on his tongue.

he lowers his eyes, making them reach his own chest, looking at nothing in particular. he felt even more stupid, like a little kid getting upset over nothing--

he has no idea what to say, where to start or if to start at all... ]

This sucks. [ were his only words, as he perched his head on Tim's left shoulder, in the weirdest attempt at trying to explain everything to Tim with that gesture because he really doesn't know what to say. ]

[Though Tim is surprised to suddenly have Kon against his shoulder, he doesn't show it. A hand comes up to rest against his back, supporting but not a hug just yet.]

Bad day? [He doesn't want to pressure Kon too much into talking about it if he doesn't want to, but he doesn't exactly know how to comfort him if he doesn't have any details. Still, he knows the feeling, and he'll let Kon sag against him for as long as he needs.]

Worst day. [ he doesn't move yet from Tim's shoulder, appreciating the hand on his back. ]

It's like I've got some kind of stupid disease where I'm showered with bad feelings and sad memories in my head non-stop and I'm reminded that half of those sad memories are my fault and-- [ the heaviest sigh ]

God, Tim, I'm such a failure.

[Oh. That sounds familiar. His other hand moves to join the one on Kon's back and Tim shifts his head to to touch his temple to Kon's head where it rests on his shoulder.]

Kon...you are not a failure. We all make mistakes.

Superman doesn't [ that's what hurt him the most. knowing that the person he aspires so hard to become is so many miles away from what he is right now. ] How am I supposed to inherit his cape if all I do are mistakes after mistakes?

Of course he does. Batman does, the Flash does, I do. [One of his hands rubs lightly between Kon's shoulder blades as he talks.]

You just have to keep trying, no matter what. [Tim may not forgive himself for all his mistakes, but that doesn't give him the right to stop fighting. And Kon has made far fewer, in his opinion.]

[ and Kon wants to rebuke, because he knows that Superman is flawless and perfect and something he will never be, but instead he stays silent on his friend's shoulder for a minute or two more.

after that minute as passed he moves a couple of steps back, looking at Tim right in the eyes. ]

Did you hate me?

What? [Tim doesn't bother hiding his confusion at this. Why would he ever hate his best friend?]

You mean when we were in Young Justice?

[ and he had left it vague on purpose, even though he had hoped tim would've understood what he wanted to say. it was still a painful memory and having to say it out loud almost felt like reviving it for him-- ]

-- when I broke you arm, Tim. [ because he feels guilty, he IS guilty. even though everybody told him that nothing of what happened was his fault he still feels guilty and nobody can make him think otherwise. ]

[Oh. Tim had told him a thousand times that that wasn't his fault, but apparently Kon doesn't believe it.]

Why would I hate you for that? You weren't in control of your actions. You're not the only superhero who's been mind-controlled, Kon.

[ and he doesn't answer to that because he still doesn't believe that but arguing about it with Tim right now felt stupid to him and he was supposed to have realized that by now.

some seconds of silence pass before kon speaks again, looking at Tim in the eyes right now. ]

Bad days are kinda stupid, aren't they?

Edited 2012-07-02 20:44 (UTC)

Bad days are the worst. [Kon gets a rueful smile, because yeah, he totally gets that.]

So, what do you do to feel better when you have one?

As long as it doesn't involve crying on the bed while listening to Enya, it will be good for me, I guess.

Edited 2012-07-02 21:06 (UTC)

Very funny. [He runs a hand through his hair before he speaks again. It's not the most exciting answer...] Usually I train. It distracts me and makes me feel a little less useless.

I know I am. [ that gets Tim a smile. ]

And that's so Bat-like. I need something that normal people do, you know.

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what is canon character development

who the fuck knows

who the fuck cares

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i need to start rereading my tags because I USE THE SAME WORDS TOO MANY TIMES

I do that too man

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