little fic about tim's love language being contingency plans
The thing is, Tim has a way of attacking Konās problems like a puzzle. Like a riddle, waiting to be solved.Ā
Timās plans also donāt involve much feeling, usually, even if the issue is purely an emotional one. While Tim is decent at listening and empathizing, at a certain point he always gets his Robin face on. A signal that, while heās still certainly listening, thereās a chemical reaction in his brain, completely out of his control, that activates his detective skills. His problem-solving skills.Ā
It has taken Kon a combined two lifetimes, four years, five collective identities, and twoāmaybe three?ātimelines, but Kon has finally gotten Tim to at least ask before starting to strategize. But lately, Tim has undergone some personal growth, and Kon is starting to wonder if, perhaps, he has learned to not even ask. To instead, politely wait for a signal ā a sign, an invitation, evenā that said advice is actually wanted.Ā
Kon would like to take the credit for training him, he really would. But he has a feeling heās only one of many factors.Ā
Today, Kon is sitting face-down on Timās bed. Krypto sits on top of Konās back, the worldās most powerful emotional support dog pinning him in place. Preventing him, more like, from leaving before he's gotten all his complicated, messy, unwanted feelings out. Also preventing him from looking up at his boyfriend before Kon is done feelings-dumping, because otherwise Kon just won't finish talking, and it will go unsaid.
So Kon canāt see it; he can't see the detective face for himself. Canāt verify, for sure, absolutely, 100%, that TImās detective face is on.Ā
But he knows itās there.Ā
Heās just spent half an hour talking about his latest identity crisis. Of course Timās detective face is on. Itās probably been on since minute two.Ā
However, Tim is also running his fingers through Konās hair, and making the occasional appropriate comment, always generous and rational and kind, always active listening, andā listen, Kon isnāt immune to the soft victim support voice. Heās definitely not immune to the Robin leader voice, but the softer, empathetic, gentle one Tim uses with people who need help? And when it bleeds in so subtly into his regular speaking voice that itās not immediately obvious thatās where he pulling it from?Ā
Incredible. Show-stopping. Kon could listen to it all day, if he wasnāt the one monopolizing the conversation by info-dumping all his problems.Ā
Finally though, he finishes the garbled, soft, self-deprecating speech about how heāll never be completely free of Lexās braingook (yes, that is the scientific name for it, thank-you-very-much) and how that means heās always going to have a chip on his shoulder until Lex dies and even then Konās going to have to worry about some secret chip in his brain that transfers Lexās consciousness to his or what-the-fuck-ever.Ā
He can hear the comment Tim wants to make.Ā The unspoken, soft little, 'You know, we could probably test you for that... A chip would definitely show up on an MRI...'
Instead, Tim only pauses the briefest, softest moment. ā...That must be really stressful for you, worrying about that.āĀ
Kon looks up, just a little. Sees Timās best poker face.Ā
Then sighs, and bids the victim comfort voice goodbye. āOkay, I give in,ā he says, and moves to cross his arms in Timās lap instead. Krypto lets out an annoyed little huff at being jostled from Kon's back, but he soon hops off Konās back and moves to lay at his side instead. Kon rubs him behind the ears, Krypto butts his head against his hand, and all is well again. āCāmon, out with it.ā
āHm? Out with what?ā Tim asks, still in the same plaintive tone. āWhat do you mean?āĀ
āRelax, you can stop the sympathy. I know you want to start strategizing how to solve all my problems,ā Kon says, and leans up in what he hopes is a very kissable position, because he really wants one. āYouāve suffered enough, I know youāve already thought through eighteen different plans.āĀ
Tim lets out a shuddering breath, immediately sagging his shoulders. āThank you,ā he says, sounding exhausted. Distracted, and clearly already thinking of how to phrase his plans, he meets Kon halfway for a kiss. It's even a proper kiss, soft and sweet, and it really does make Kon feel better. Then, to his surprise, Tim also presses a more tender one just between his brows. āI really do empathize, though. Just so you know. This isnāt me not empathizing. But I mean, if you're giving me explicit permission it's not like I haven't been starting to think about how we could test for these and help you stop worrying about them-āĀ
Kon shakes his head, fond and sweet. āI know. Your love language is solving peopleās problems for them, I've accepted this about you."
Tim looks the tiniest bit offended. "I- that's not a love language."
"It is for you," Kon says. Then, he grins, looking up at his boyfriend through his lashes. "So come on. If it's your love language... Show me you love me.āĀ
Timās cheeks bloom red. But he smiles instead of shying away, then runs his fingers through Konās hair again, gentle and sweet. āGet comfortable then, because Iāve got a lot of- love to show. To finish the metaphor, I mean. Thereās only five so far, but number three is kind of complicated, you're going to want to take notes, but I could summarize it again for you afterwards, when you're less cozy-ā
Yeah, Kon thinks. Thereās no denying how much Tim loves him. He might be a strategist at heart, but Tim also wouldnāt make immediate contingency plans for just anyone, either.Ā
Kon curls up on Timās lap soon after, with Krypto snuggled up onto his chest. As long as Tim keeps stroking his hair, Kon doesnāt mind the clinical approach to his problems. Itās nice to have a boyfriend who can both meet him where heās at, and say what he really feels. Even nicer, he thinks, to know that itās all coming from a place of genuine affection.Ā