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Fic: The Way I Love You; Tim/Kon; R

Title: The Way I Love You
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex, angst
Disclaimer: Not mine
Word Count: 3,000ish
Author’s Notes: My Tim/Kon does not compare to that of the pros *cough*darthbatgirlamarin_rose*cough*, but I couldn’t get this out of my head.

The Way I Love You

It was the cold draft of air that hit him when he stepped out of the steamy bathroom that first alerted Tim that something was up. There were probably a half a dozen things that should have registered with him first, but patrol that night had left him drained and exhausted. It was only an instant later that he noticed the open window and the body lying huddled on the floor under it.

He secured the towel around his waist a cautiously approached the figure lying on the floor. Ever since the deep chill of autumn had set in, Tim’s window stayed closed and locked. Additionally, Tim’s apartment was on the top floor of a four story building. He would have heard someone climbing his rickety old fire escape even over the running water of the shower. Anyone who would have been able to get this far without him noticing would have just knocked on the door.

Tim neared the body lying on the floor. Their back was to Tim and all he could make out was a large man wearing tattered red t shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He had black hair that curled slightly around his ears and he was breathing very deeply. Obviously completely unconscious.

Tim crouched down next to the man and gently turned him over onto his back. As the mop of dark hair fell away from the man’s face, Tim froze.

It was a familiar face, a frighteningly familiar face.

Kon didn’t look at all like he had the day he died five years ago, his face was longer, more angular. His nose didn’t look nearly as big as it had and his skin seemed a shade or two darker than it had been. He looked completely different and at the same time, he looked exactly the same. His mouth still looked soft and generous; his eyebrows hadn’t changed a bit and his hair was the exact same color Tim remembered.

Something clenched deep inside Tim and he had to try very hard to even out his breathing.

He knew that he should be angry and skeptical. He knew that he should wake this person up and demand to know who they were and where they got off wearing his best friend’s face. He knew he should do tests on their blood to see if they were a clone or a shape shifter or some product of a particularly cruel magic spell.

He should be doing a thousand different things, but all he could do was sit there on his living room floor, naked and covered in goose bumps, staring at his unconscious best friend.

The more he stared the more certain he became that this was, indeed, Kon. He knew it intuitively the same way he knew he needed to be Robin and that he could always trust Dick.

He reached out a tentative hand and lightly brushed the long bangs off of Kon’s forehead. His skin was warm to the touch, and it was the same warmer-than-human temperature that he immediately found himself remembering. There were dark purple bruises under Kon’s eyes, though whether they were from strain or exhaustion or both, Tim didn’t know.

Aside from the evident exhaustion, Kon looked fine. He’d filled out, gotten taller and his fingers were longer than Tim remembered, but he seemed perfectly fine.

So why was he unconscious on Tim’s living room floor.

Tim shifted his hand to Kon’s bicep and shook it lightly. “Kon,” he called, softly at first and then louder. “Kon, Kon wake up. Kon. Kon.” He shook harder and harder each time he called his friend’s name until he saw Kon’s eye’s moving under the lids and his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

His eyes blinked opened and he bolted up right with a start, making Tim lose balance and fall on his butt.

“T-Tim?” Kon asked, his voice hesitant and full of worry.

“Yeah, Kon is that you?”

Kon ignored the question. “That time that kid took over the world and we were the only ones left to stop him. What was the t-rex we fought in that magical dimension wearing?”

“Um, a leather jacket. He was the same one from that video game, Nazi Dinosaurs from Venus,” Tim answered automatically, staring at Kon’s worried face.

Some of the tension had ebbed when he’d answered the question.

“Ok, what’s my deepest, darkest secret?” Kon asked, much calmer this time.

“You cried during Titanic.”

Relief washed over Kon and he reached out and pulled Tim into his arms.

“It really is you. Thank god. Do you how long I’ve been looking for you?” Kon asked, his face buried in Tim’s wet hair.

“Five years?” Tim hazarded a guess.

“Seemed like longer,” Kon said, voice muffled.

“What happened?” Tim asked, hesitantly.

“I’m not really sure. One minute I was fighting Tall Dark and Moody and the next I was in a completely different place. I was falling out of the sky onto this orangey colored grass. I figured out after a day or two that I was in some type of alternate dimension. I tired from the get go to figure out how to get home, but I no one really knew how to help. Then I helped out these weird looking guys. They were grateful and I mentioned to them that I was trying to get back home. They said that had a dimensional transporter-“

Tim found himself cutting Kon off, “A deminsional transporter? How did that work?” he asked interestedly.

“Do you want to hear about my miraculous return or do you want to be a science geek?” Kon asked, annoyed.

“Miraculous return,” Tim intoned with faux reluctance.

“That’s what I thought. Anyway, they let me use the transporter, but there are so many alternate dimensions that it took forever to find you. Do you know how many different versions of you I tracked down and ticked off?”

“Uh, no,” Tim replied, feeling vaguely self conscious.

“Dozens, man,” the Tim felt Kon smile. “One of them was dating Arsenal,” Kon chuckled.

Tim pulled back and gave his friend a dirty look. “Now that’s just ridiculous. I hardly ever see Arsenal.”

“Oh man, I know!”

Tim shook his head and stood up. Kon watched him from the floor as Tim closed his window and sat back down next to him.

“So why the Sleeping Beauty act?” Tim asked. Kon sobered up.

“I figured I was getting close about a week ago, I haven’t slept much since then and moving through dimensions really takes a lot out you, you know?”

Tim nodded.

“So, what happened here?” Kon asked conversationally, pulling Tim back into his arms. “Did I just vanish? Were you guys looking for me long?”

Tim didn’t say anything for a long minute, trying to figure out how to phrase things.

“Here, you died Kon.” Tim said quietly.

Kon started, under him. “I died?” he asked.

Tim nodded. “I saw your body. You were covered and blood and Cassie was crying pretty hard. It was terrible.”

“I. Died.”

Tim didn’t say anything, just let Kon absorb that.

“So why didn’t I die?” he asked, after a minute.

“You did. We buried your body.”

“Huh. Weird,” he said dismissively. “Leave any hot water for me?” he asked with a grin.

They went to bed shortly after Kon got out of the shower, both of them were emotionally and physically exhausted. They decided that Kon should stick around Tim’s place for a day or two at least and get caught up to date with what had happened while he was gone.

He was still deeply asleep the next morning when Tim had to leave for class, so he didn’t bother to wake him, just left a note telling him where he was and where the food was.

Tim spent the next two days slowly catching Kon up on what happened. He didn’t speak for a whole afternoon after Tim told him about Bart. Tim felt bad about leaving him alone that night when he went out to do the whole Bat-thing, but Bruce was out of town for the next two weeks and Tim couldn’t take the night off.

Kon became more and more reserved the more he heard about things. He spent most of the next week on Tim’s couch. Tim probably would have minded more if he wasn’t just sort of basking in Kon being there. He was trying to readjust and absorb as much of Kon as he could while he still had him all to himself.

Tim was just glad that Cassie had run off world with Kara for a few weeks. It made him feel less guilty about not telling anyone Kon was living at his place.

Tim made it home until about three one afternoon eight days after Kon showed up at his window. He’d gotten home as early as he could; even then he had to skip a study group and the last half of one lecture. Tim stumbled through the door juggling his keys, his bag and a box of pizza.

Kon was dozing on his sofa with some action movie playing on the television. Tim set the pizza down on the counter and called to Kon.

“Wake up, pizza’s here.”

Kon shambled over to the counter while Tim got plates and glasses from the cupboards.

“Are you bored yet?” Tim asked as Kon dejectedly bit into a slice of pizza.

“What do you mean?” Kon asked, looking up at Tim.

“I mean you haven’t done much of anything over the past few days, I thought you might want to get out.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to see anyone, just yet.” Kon said, slowly.

“Yeah, I know. I get that, I do. You need time to process. In fact, it would probably be a bit too overwhelming for you to handle just now. I just thought you’d like to maybe go out with me tonight?”

Kon perked up. “Go out where?”

Tim put down his piece of pizza and cleaned his hands with a napkin before reaching into his bag and pulling out a dark colored piece of clothing.

“B’s out of town for a few days, I wouldn’t mind some back up. What do you say Boy of Steel, want to be my back up?” Tim smirked at Kon as he watched Kon’s eyes light up as he took in the black body suit and red domino mask.

Kon grabbed the suit from him. “Just let me get changed.”

Kon’s mood improved exponentially after Tim got him out on the street. They stayed up pretty late some nights and Kon slept most of the day while Tim was in school. Tim had thought that getting Kon out superheroing would bring him back to himself enough that he’d be up for seeing Cassie when she got home, but when she called Tim to tell him she was back in town, Kon gave Tim the ‘no’ sign and that was that.

Tim knew Kon was depressed. Not only had several people he loved died, everyone else’s life had moved on without him. Kon was in limbo, he clearly wasn’t sure where he fit into the lives of the people he used to be close to.

The first time Zoanne and Craig had stopped by after Kon came back, things had been awkward. Explaining who Kon was and what he was doing at Tim’s place had been a simple matter of a simple lie. It was explaining to them why he couldn’t hang out with them that night or any of the other nights the three of them had prearranged plans.

Zoanne had rapidly become tired of the ‘want to spend time with a friend from out of town’ excuse and Tim eventually gave in. Tim agreed to go to a gallery opening with one of them, but Kon said he would rather stay in.

When Tim got home that night, a little tipsy and more relaxed than he had been since he stumbled upon his best friend lying on his living room floor, he found Kon asleep on the sofa. Tim didn’t bother to wake him, but the next morning he wished he had.

Whatever progress Kon had made had apparently regressed and Tim was getting worried.

It took a bit of coaxing to get Kon out with him that night. Tim practically had to imply that he was worried about being without backup before Kon agreed to go with him.

They were taking a break four hours into patrol when Tim decided that he had enough of Kon’s sulking. He perched on the ledge of the rooftop they had landed on and took two protein bars out of his belt. He handed one to Kon.

“So what’s going on?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Kon asked, opening up his protein bar and taking a bite.

“Kon, you’ve been back for more than two weeks. Don’t you think you need to go see Cassie or Clark?”

“What’s the point?”

“Um, they care about you?”

“Everything is different now. I don’t fit into their lives anymore.”

“You fit back into mine pretty easily,” Tim pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” Kon said quietly. “I’m annoying you now.”

“No you’re not. Believe it or not, I like having you around. What I don’t like is you being depressed. I have you back after five years and all you do is mope on my couch. You haven’t called me a freak once since you came back.”

Kon smiled slightly. “I could have stayed? I could have made a place for myself in any of those places.”

Tim nodded, encouragingly.

“But none of them felt right, you know? No matter how many people I saved for friends I made it wasn’t enough.”

Tim narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Why?”

“None of them were you.” Kon said quietly. “Being with any of them never felt like it did here. It was nice, but it wasn’t good. There were friendly feelings but no connection there, you know?”

“So you came back.”

“So I came back.” Kon agreed.

“You came back because you couldn’t connect with those other people, but you knew that you could connect with people here. So why are you avoiding the people you know you connect with?”

“I’m not.”

“How are you not?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Kon said, as if it’s the most obvious things in the world.

“’Here’ is Gotham City, not the Tower, Kon. ‘Here’ is my apartment, not the Kent’s farm. ‘Here’ is-“ Kon cut him off.

“It’s not them I want to see, Tim. It’s you! I didn’t come back for Cassie or Clark or Bart, I came back for you. To be with you. I love you, Tim,” Kon said, voice low and serious.

Tim sighed. “I know Kon, I love you too. You’re my best friend and I’m worried that-“

Kon cut him off, “No, I don’t mean best friend love,” he said insistently.

Tim looked at him inquiringly. “Then what? Brother love?”

“No, not brother love.”

An anxious feeling started twisting in Tim’s stomach. “So what then? House in the suburbs, white picket fence, two point five children love?”


“Then what!?” Tim asked, raising his voice in exasperation.

“I love you the way that… the way that you love a Tim,” Kon said, very seriously, as if what he was saying was very obvious and eminently understandable.

“The way that you love… a Tim,” Tim repeated, fighting the impulse to smile. Kon looked exceptionally sincere.

“Yes,” Kon said. “I love you the way you love a Tim.”

This time Tim couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“Are you laughing at me, Wonder Boy?” Kon asked, trying to hide a smile of his own. “Are you laughing at me?”

Tim tried his best to keep from snorting a laugh from his nose, “Not at all, I-“ Kon cut him off by pulling Tim into his arms and kissing his smiling mouth.

Tim wrapped his arms around Kon’s neck and kissed him back, laughing into his mouth.

They raced back to his apartment and fell through the window laughing and kissing and touching each other everywhere they could reach. Tim stripped off Kon’s uniform with ease as Kon fumbled with the straps and clips and clasps on Tim’s.

They fell onto the couch in a flurry of flailing limbs and hot mouths. They made love frantically and with the passion of years of suppressed feelings finally expressed.

As they dozed on the couch afterwards, feeling Tim pressed fully against him Kon felt at peace for the first time in five years.

“Tim?” he said, running his fingers through Tim’s hair.

“Mm?” Tim asked, sleepily.

“Tomorrow, let’s go see Cassie, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tim said, sounding a bit more alert.

They were both quiet for a minute and Tim nuzzled Kon’s neck with his nose. He snuggled closer to combat the chill in the air from the window they’d left open in their eagerness to touch each other.

“So what do we tell them?” Kon asked.

Tim yawned. “We tell them that you’re back and that you’re staying at my place.”

Kon smiled. “Well yeah, but how are we going to explain that? I’m sure the Bat won’t be pleased at the least.”

“We tell them that you’re staying because I love you.” Tim said.

“Brother love?” Kon asked, teasingly.

“No, I love you like you love a Kon.” Tim said, and kissed Kon softly on the mouth. “What else?”


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 29th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
“Then what!?” Tim asked, raising his voice in exasperation.

“I love you the way that… the way that you love a Tim,” Kon said, very seriously, as if what he was saying was very obvious and eminently understandable.

“The way that you love… a Tim,” Tim repeated, fighting the impulse to smile. Kon looked exceptionally sincere.

That? Hands down one of the BEST Tim/Kon exchanges ever because it is so perfectly them.

I did love this. Happy Tim is so right and Kon should be alive.
Apr. 29th, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
I miss Kon. I wanted to write him alive again. I'm glad you liked it too. :D
Apr. 29th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
“Dozens, man,” the Tim felt Kon smile. “One of them was dating Arsenal,” Kon chuckled.

Tim pulled back and gave his friend a dirty look. “Now that’s just ridiculous. I hardly ever see Arsenal.”

LOL Even in a Kon/Tim fic Roy won't leave Tim alone. This was wonderful. I so loved the line about Kon loving him like you would love a Tim, so adorable. Wonderful, wonderful job.
Apr. 29th, 2008 09:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. I couldn't help poking fun at myself. :D
Apr. 29th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
Awwww!!!!! ^_^ *loves*

I think your Tim/Kon is *wonderful*! So very sweet. :)
Apr. 29th, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
Aw thanks, I'm glad you liked it. :D
Apr. 29th, 2008 04:54 am (UTC)
“I love you the way that… the way that you love a Tim,”

That is one of the best lines ever!
Great story!
Apr. 29th, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D
Apr. 30th, 2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
Awwww! I love this!! So sweet! Yay for Tim/Kon! I miss them... *hugs this fic and you for writing it*
May. 2nd, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you. I'm glad you liked it. :D
May. 2nd, 2008 09:36 pm (UTC)
That was adorable. I love the peek into Tim's civilian life, and how Kon was determined to find his home again.

I am curious as to why Kon said 'So why didn't I die?' It doesn't seem to make sense in context. Is this the same Kon that died, or a different one?
May. 2nd, 2008 10:03 pm (UTC)
Uh, yeah, I didn't really think it through. I just wanted Kon to be back. That scene was supposed to get that across. Basically, neither of them know how it worked, but both of them are just happy he's alive.
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