Summary: No sane person would be calling at this house if it wasn’t important.
His phone said it was two in the morning. Lovely.
His phone also said Tim was calling. Also known as: not a normally sane person.
If Tim had gone on another frenzied Red Bull-induced investigation and gotten himself stuck again, Kon was gonna kill him.
Also known as: Tim makes stupid decisions when on a caffeine crash + sleep deprivation. Kon, sadly, has to deal with that at the worst hours.
Kon’s powers were...weird. Unstable, if you wanted to be specific. Not as bad as it used to be, but it still wasn’t the same as Clark’s. Thank you again, Luthor.
Which means that if he’s conscious enough to check every now and again, he can do the whole ‘call my name and I’ll be there in about four seconds’ schtick, but it didn’t go so well when he was asleep. Cassie said he slept like the dead, to which Bart insisted that if there was ever food involved, he’d be wide awake faster than he could run across a room.
Both were ridiculous, but whatever.
Tim, at least, had tried to assure Kon that surely Clark couldn’t hear disasters going on when he was asleep. Tim wasn’t one who was often wrong, but Kon was willing to play a risky betting game on this one.
It made sleeping a little anxiety-inducing for a while, knowing that if something happened. he wouldn’t know anything about it until he woke up. Tim had said that it was normal to hate sleeping because of hero business.
Kon always thought of that comment every time he caught Tim awake at ungodly hours for days on end, staying up purely because of caffeine and spite. He should probably bring that up sometime.
The point was, Kon didn’t hear things when he was asleep. Which could be a good and bad thing in its own right. He isn’t, however, impervious to an obnoxiously loud ringing going off by his head.
.
Kon snorted as he woke, his phone ringing eerily sudden in the quiet of the Cave. He groaned, sitting up from where he’d passed out on the couch in the Cave. He suspiciously remembered something involving Cassie and arm wrestling landing him here, but he was too tired to care about that now.
His phone was on the ground beside him, a wonder nobody had stepped on it, especially Bart. It rang painfully loud, though that was probably because it was the first sound he’d heard in the past...however many hours it’d been. Kon resigned himself to slowly reaching down and pulling his phone up as he leaned against the arm of the couch. No sane person would be calling at this house if it wasn’t important.
His phone said it was two in the morning. Lovely.
His phone also said Tim was calling. Also known as: not a normally sane person.
If Tim had gone on another frenzied Red Bull-induced investigation and gotten himself stuck again, Kon was gonna kill him.
That’s a lie, he wouldn’t. Cassie, however, would kill him if he told her. So he could probably settle for that.
With a sigh, Kon mentally prepared to hear incoherent rambling he’d need to find Bart to interpret, and accepted the call.
“It’s two in the morning, Tim.” Was the first thing he said, letting his annoyance seep in.
“It’s like, two twenty-four,” Tim’s voice rasped over the phone, far scratchier than normal. “So if you woke up at normal times like everyone else, this wouldn’t be as big an issue.”
“You are not the person to be telling me how to go about my sleep schedule.” Kon scolded lightly. “So I sleep in till noon, so what?”
“You woke up at three--” Tim cut off with a series of coughing coming through. “--p.m yesterday.”
“Not the point,” Kon muttered. “Why are you calling? I thought you were still in the Cave?”
There was shuffling on the other line, and Tim’s voice came through more faded, like he was further from the phone.
“Oh, yeah, left a few hours ago on patrol,” Tim wheezed. “Thought I’d be back before Bart woke up. He’s been wakin’ at like...six a.m or something.”
“Tim,” Kon started.
“It was barely a patrol,” Tim puffed. “More like...doin' rounds and...grabbing something from Denny’s.”
Tim’s words were slurring here and there. He did so a lot when he started having caffeine withdrawal or was coming down from a Red Bull rush. Or was sleep deprived. None of those options were comforting.
“Did you find some villains?” Kon inquired, praying that there was a less ridiculous reason he was being woken up so late. “You need backup or something?”
“Woulda called like...the headquarters if I did, dude.”
Yeah, something was wrong.
“What’s this all about, then?” Kon asked, swinging his legs off the edge of the couch and standing. “Where are you?”
“Okay, okay,” Tim mumbled, his voice closer to the phone now. “Uh, you know...the Denny’s...but it’s by that weird tiny mall with the Starbucks?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m about...two streets over from that. By a bustop. Don’t worry, don’t worry, street lamps are out.” Tim assured quickly.
“The street lamps are out?” Kon repeated.
“Broke ‘em.”
“Course you did,” Kon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stood up. “Seriously, man, what’s going on? What happened?”
“M’fine,” Tim lied, poorly. “Just don’t like...tell Cassie. She’ll kill me. With her eyeballs.”
“Tim, I’m way too tired for you to dodge around questions right now.” Kon groaned. “What happened and why do you need me? If you're not answering this outright, I’m hanging up and going back to bed.”
That’s also a lie. A bad one, at that. He’d probably stay on the phone all night if Tim needed him to. Though he’d definitely try and wake Cassie or Bart to help him out, he’s not that loyal.
“I was getting to it!” Tim whined, and oh wow, he must really be delirious. Bart was gonna be so mad if there weren’t any videos later. “I just kinda...wasn’t payin’ attention n’ stuff.”
“Paying attention to what?”
“The road,”
Kon froze.
“What?”
“Got hit by a car,” Tim slurred. “S’cool though, got outta there fast. Happened like...five streets back.”
“What the hell, Tim?” Kon nearly dropped his phone, remembering last-minute to grab his jacket off the floor as he started to race to the nearest exit out of the Cave. “You need to start with the ‘I got hit by a car’ part, not correcting what time it is!”
“There was time,” Tim mumbled. “I’m not dyin’ or anything.”
“You were hit by a car.” Kon stressed, already in the air. Thank you, inhuman speed.
“But I’m not dying,” Tim said simply. “Doesn’t count. Just hurts like a b--”
“Hang on, I’m nearby.” Kon talked over him, landing on a rooftop. The streets had grown recognizable fast, and thankfully, if Tim was right about his coordinates, he wasn’t that far from the Justice Cave. Probably wasn’t smart to fly at ridiculous speeds at two in the morning when he was barely awake, but he was too preoccupied to care.
“Oh, cool.”
Kon shoved his phone in his pocket as he flew down from the rooftops, far slower this time. He scanned the streets quickly, almost skimming right over the bus stop Tim was at. The lack of light, plus his darker costume, was not helping matters.
Sure enough, Tim was where he said he’d be. He wasn’t even sitting on the bench. More like dramatically draped over it with his arms keeping him upright and legs strewn behind him. The nearest street lamps had been shattered, probably with whatever Tim carried in his utility belt these days.
And Christ, Tim was a mess.
He must’ve been wearing a concealer, or it was extra pronounced tonight, because he had heavy bags under his eyes. His hair was a mess and falling into his eyes, his mask slightly askew. His costume wasn’t in awful shape, but his cape was twisted around so that it hung sideways rather than regularly situated on his back, and he had a few small tears here and there. Aside from the palms of his gloves, those had bigger tears. Plus he had scuffs of gravel and dirt.
And blood, there was blood, too. Blood on his hands, knees, and smears on the side of his face. But all in all, he looked more dazed and bruised than anything.
“No big deal, huh?” Kon said, crouching down beside his friend.
“Had worse,” Tim mumbled, resting his cheek on the bench. “M’just tired, really.”
“That all?” Kon sighed, taking off his jacket as he debated if it would be worth it to patch up the small amount of bleeding he could see.
“Breathin’s being weird, too.” Tim added, as an afterthought. “Think I fractured something.”
“Of course you did,” Kon groaned, reaching out and turning Tim around so he was sitting upright, leaning against the bench.
Tim hissed in pain at the movement, eyes shutting for a moment as Kon paused, anxiously looking him over.
“Please don’t tell me you broke a rib,” Kon begged, more to himself than Tim as he reached out to feel his side.
“Ow, ow, ow!” Tim yelped, cringing away.
“Hospital,” Kon decided with a nod and a grimace. “You need a hospital.”
“I’m Red Robin,” Tim complained. “Can’t go to hospital. Dad would kill me.” He insisted, dramatically thunking his head back on the bench and throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Medical attention, then.” Kon said. “At least until you pass out so we can take you to a hospital when you can’t complain about it.”
“You're so mean,” Tim whined, shifting his arm slightly to give Kon a glare. “Bart wouldn’t treat me like this.”
“Bart would probably be having a panic attack.”
“S’why I called you,” Tim mumbled, slumping down and off the side of the bench, leaving Kon to jump and support Tim’s head before it conked against the concrete. “Cassie woulda yelled at me.”
“She’s definitely going to yell at you now,” Kon agreed, gently keeping his hand on the back of Tim’s head as he pushed him back upright. “How did this even happen? Don’t you have ridiculously fast reflexes or something?”
“It was a hit n’ run, I know it was.” Tim rasped, weakly shaking a fist.
“You said you fled the scene.”
“Was still totally a hit n’ run,”
Kon sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument tonight. None of the bleeding was concerning, so instead he settled for dumping his jacket over Tim’s shoulders. He also picked up Tim’s phone from where it’d been discarded on the pavement, shoving it in one of the jackets pockets.
“Pretty sure you're just too tired to notice anything,” He muttered quietly, scooping his arms underneath Tim’s knees and back.
“Was gonna get more coffee, swear it.” Tim mumbled, letting himself go completely limp as Kon picked him up. “Came outta nowhere,”
“Next time I catch you pulling all-nighters, I’m sitting on you till you get proper sleep.” Kon threatened, giving Tim a half-hearted shake as he rose into the air.
“If you catch me,” Tim said cheerfully, giving a crooked smile.
Would’ve been a lot more charming if it weren’t for the fact it reopened what was apparently a still-healing cut on his lip.
Not that it was charming to begin with. Injured best friend, not the time. Kon shook his head.
“I’m Superboy, it won’t be hard.” Kon boasted, flying at a grudgingly slower speed back to the Cave. It probably wouldn’t help Tim if he went back at the same speed he arrived, the base wasn’t that far, anyway.
“You miss things all the time,” Tim huffed, raising a weak hand to presumably poke at Kon’s face, but ended up just flailing it around.
“Psh, not that often.” Kon rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, you do,” Tim insisted, letting his head hang back, staring upside-down at the ground below them. “Obvious things. Miss ‘em all the time.”
“Like what?” Kon pressed. “And you're not allowed to say anything about the Justice League, they don’t count.”
Tim went quiet. Kon wondered for a brief, terrifying moment, that Tim really had passed out from his adrenaline rush before they made it to base. But then Tim raised his head and he could breathe easy.
Tim stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed. It was his ‘I’m not sure if you're being sarcastic or actually an idiot’ face, which, honestly, could be better classified as ‘I’m judging you for being an idiot’ face, considering the circumstances he used it in.
Kon met his gaze, more than a little curious. Normally Tim would’ve started rattling off all the things he’s oblivious to on a daily basis. The hesitation was...well, not normal. He chalked it up to Tim being loopy from his whole ordeal.
“Stuff,” Tim decided, his head falling back to its original position so fast that Kon cringed.
“Descriptive,” Kon sighed, grateful for the sight of the Cave, speeding their flight.
“Shut up, I’m tired and broken.” Tim mumbled, his voice laced with drowsiness.
“Then maybe, and here’s a thought,” Kon said, landing just outside the Cave. “You don’t go days without sleep to the point you get hit by a car of all things.”
Tim opened his mouth to protest, but Kon talked right over him.
“I know, I know, it’s very difficult to ask of you.” He said, his playful snooty tone lessened by the smugness that seeped in. “But with the right routine, I’m sure we could figure something out.”
“You sound like a horrifying combination of Alfred and Dick.” Tim grumbled, no less limp as Kon carried him inside the base. “I wish you had your sunglasses so I could break them--wait,” Tim raised his head again, squinting at Kon. “Where’s your glasses?”
“Didn’t really have time to grab them after, you know, you woke me up at two in the morning and stalled in telling me you were bleeding at a bus stop.” Kon snarked.
“It was two twenty-four,” Tim muttered quietly, drawing his arms up to his chest and looking away.
And dammit, Kon was almost convinced Krypto was rubbing off on Tim too much. The guy looked like a puppy after stealing food from the table. Which, frankly, was something Kon would also do if he had to eat the same thing every day. Clark hadn’t seen it that way, but whatever.
Kon held back a sigh, shuffling through the hallways. He could probably put Tim on the couch, right? Christ, Cassie was gonna bite off his head for waking her up.
“Just be careful, alright?” Kon murmured, resituating Tim in his arms. He got slippery after a while. “You don’t need to be up at all hours of the night to patrol,” He said, frowning to himself.
Tim reached up one of his arms and looped it around Kon’s neck, aiding Kon in holding him properly. His face turned to the side and pressed into Kon’s chest, huffing.
“You have your family to look after Gotham at night, anyway. That helps, doesn’t it?” Kon added.
“S’not the same,” Tim mumbled, his voice muffled.
Kon would’ve argued, really, he often does, but tonight just wasn’t the night. Tim was too battered for much of anything to sink in, and honestly, he was still tired. And he was pretty sure if he spent another ten minutes around Tim with nobody else to buffer, his common sense was going to finally kick in and make him start freaking out even more.
“At least take someone with you,” Kon settled on, craning his neck down so he could press his nose into Tim’s hair. It was still frazzled and greasy. “Bart’s already awake at ungodly hours. Jinny’s down for almost anything. Hell, I’d come with you if you asked.”
“You’d come without me asking.” Tim muffled, and Kon swore if he could see Tim’s face he’d be smirking. “Besides, you complain.”
“I complain, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.” Kon huffed, slowly moving his head back as he came to the couch he had, previously, been having a rather nice sleep on. “And honestly, if someone like you can end up getting hit by a regular car of all things, you probably shouldn’t be out on the streets on your own.”
“Piss off, it’s a bad night.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Kon rolled his eyes, slowly leaning down so he could place Tim on the couch.
“Ow,” Tim groaned, his arm tightening around Kon’s neck as he was set down, his other hand coming up to fist the side of his uniform.
“Scale of one to ten, how bad can you guess it is?” Kon winced, slowly slipping his hands out from under Tim.
“Mm, well, it's not broken.” Tim slurred, refusing to unwrap his arm from Kon’s neck, leaving the super to awkwardly bend forward. “Probably just cracked. If it was broken, I would've lost a lung by now.”
“Ah,” Kon hummed anxiously, raising a hand to unwrap Tim’s arm from him. “That...is a nice thought.”
“Just told you it wasn’t broken,” Tim grumbled, glaring up at Kon as his arm was pried free.
“Your way of being comforting isn’t the best,” Kon admitted with a tilt of his head, stepping back. “Now you stay here, alright? I’m gonna get Cassie.”
“Say your goodbyes now,” Tim groaned, pawing at his face until he caught the edge of his domino mask. “After today, I would’ve been better dumped in a ditch.”
“It’s still nighttime,” Kon reminded.
“Details,” Tim waved his free hand, the other peeling off his mask and letting it fall to the floor.
“Whatever, just don’t move.” Kon warned, pointing a finger close to Tim’s face. His eyes were unfocused and hazy, and the sight of that only added to the pit that was opening in Kon’s chest.
“Aye aye, captain.” Tim mumbled, giving a half-hearted salute before letting his arm dangle off the couch. The other came up to clutch at the jacket still around his shoulders, turning his head into it.
Kon has never so badly wished he’d taken his phone out of his jacket earlier so he could take a picture. Never, he swears.
And, of course, he also wished Tim wasn’t injured. That was the main issue here, really.
Kon hesitated, stepping around the couch and glancing back. Tim was never known to stay put when asked, but it seemed this time he was being merciful.
One friend down, two more to survive.
Could’ve gone worse, he reasoned as he creeped (in a poor attempt at being quiet) down the hallways towards Cassie’s room. A car was nothing. Except for a reminder that, unlike the rest of them, Tim wasn’t superpowered--but that was an anxiety for Tim to get offended about later.
And if Tim woke up hours later in a hospital, with Dick on the other line and Cassie seconds away from cracking the rest of his bones herself, at least Kon could rest easy knowing that he wouldn’t be pulling that stunt again any time soon. Or at least be more careful. He’d take what he could get.
She didn’t understand what life wanted from her. What she was supposed to do or say to any person in particular. She felt confused — more so than normal. An uneasy feeling like being unsettled from the ground as you’re walking through a muddy patch. Maybe a phase in passing, a story untold, maybe a heart needing mending, finding the strength to let go.
Pain turned her into a stranger within herself. Living a life as if it was not the life she was supposed to be living. Living a lie because she was living lesser by choice.
Controlled by fear instead of faith. Afraid of her own dreams, because she was more afraid of rejection and failing again. Failure was her friend. Success told her where to go a long time ago. She didn’t listen. She tried it her way too many times. She ended up in the same place. She tasted defeat until it became the only flavor she knew.
She prayed for signs and asked for answers, but maybe it was her seeing only what she wanted to see. Maybe everything she needed to know was right there all along, but she refused to grow.
All she wanted was to find a nice, quiet piece of earth, have a quaint little cottage with a barn and a small lake and plenty of forestry for privacy. Lots of sunny, wide open spaces with some hills to climb and fields to run through.
No neighbors for miles around. Just her, the earth, nature, and G-d. Living quietly and productively, working with her hands and mind, writing peculiar sci fi adventure novels and telling the stories of her life through a series of long forgotten poems that she’ll find tucked away in an old notebook.
Coffee in the morning, while she sits on the front porch imagining new worlds she’s not yet visited. A gentle breeze catching wisps of her tangled hair. Sipping on the warm cup nestled between both hands. Watching the wild things frolic as if there’s no other moment but now. To imagine the dream or to live it...is there a difference?
Every time I found what was to be “true love” I have always been mislead that “true love” can cause heartache and strife. Something that I did not want for myself. If I’ve ever found it, I’d give it back again. It’s too much to bare, too much of a burden I suppose. It is not real. Nothing of that phrase just seems real to me. I’ve always been mislead to believe that women, women are always out for themselves and that’s why I do not believe whereas I used to. I used to feel the room when these women appeared. I used to dream of falling, witnessing true love come to life. Until I didn’t.
Living in my truths is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I’m still doing it. It’s not that I want to, I don’t want to avoid relationships, avoid ever finding love again. I feel so drained when a person starts to love me then I have to guise them because I can’t just do it right now. I want to be in love, reality will not let me. That’s where I’m at right now in life.
