TimKon clone baby au but Tim heals after creating the baby.
Tim disappears after achieving Bruce back from the time stream, well he sent the information on how to get Bruce back from the tim stream rather.
The fight with Ra's, the LOA, all that happens, except, once he's fixed up, he leaves. Drops off the radar.
He's still severely unstable. Almost as if he's catatonic.
But he makes it to the lab, freeing the growing baby from the green liquid, grabbing the thing no, girl, this baby, his baby, was a girl.
Daughters are the most precious thing the world can offer.
He now has the most precious thing in the world. The most precious little girl he's ever looked at.
Hell hath no fury like a mother without a child.
So Tim drops off the radar. He goes somewhere secluded, cheap, and away from crime and heroism.
He raises his daughter, he fixes himself, he learns, she learns, he grows, and she grows up.
While he's being the best most doting dad in the world to his daughter, little Mary-Jane Drake-Wayne(-Kent), the Bats, with the newly returned Bruce, look for Tim.
Kon and Bart, who returned from the dead, also look for Tim.
Kon, of course, was the one who finds Tim first. Tim and a baby. An 8 month old baby.
This baby has fair skin, wavy bed headed locks, and bright blue eyes. This baby was on her stomach with her head up, hair standing up all over the place, looking at Kon, while snuggled in the crook of Tim's arm.
Tim was sleeping, legs curled up on his side with his arm out underneath the baby girl and his hand resting on her back.
The sound of the baby's voice snaps Kon's attention to her. She's so small and yet so big. Since when did Tim have a kid? And with who?
Tim stirs awake slowly and Kon holds his breath.
"Mmm.. MJ, what are you doing up so early, sweetie?"
Tim turns on his back, putting the baby called MJ(who is in the most adorable Superboy onsie ever) on his stomach.
Mj doesn't turn her head to him, eyes still transfixed on Kon's figure.
Tim turns to look over and sits up, pulling MJ closer to him chest, hugging her tight, and pulls a knife out from under the bed, backing up towards the wall.
"Hey, hey, it's just me, Tim."
"N-No! I don't know who you are, but you aren't Kon!"
It pains Kon to hear that.
"If it really was you, you'd tell me something only him and I know.
"One time, when we were on Young Justice, you almost gave away your secret identity to me before Batman said you could, but you did it anyways."
Tim seemed to calm at that. He slowly puts the knife down, and back where it was.
"Tim travel stuff. Was with the Legion of Heroes in the future recovering for a bit before they sent me back."
Tim slowly scooted off the bed, standing, but not letting go of his baby. God his baby.
They stand in silence for a while longer, looking between each other, and Kon between Tim and MJ.
He asks. He's not sure why he did. Why would he care?
Tim seems taken aback by the question. But he avoids it, smoothly, as if he was preparing for this scenario, in this way or another, to happen.
"You can join us for breakfast."
It has a counter island protruding from the wall acting as both a counter space island and a table. There were two chairs at it, plus a high chair.
Kon hears Tim whisper to MJ as he sets her down in the high chair.
She fusses very little as she gets buckled in. She settles just as fast when Tim gives her a toy. It makes noises as she swings it around, smiling brightly.
She has Tim's smile. Kon thinks distantly, looking at the way her cheeks squished and her gummy smile showed. The dimpled weren't Tim's, though.
When Kon looks at Tim, he doesn't know what to expect. Tense? Sure. Shaking? Maybe.
He wasn't expecting Tim to be smooshing bananas in a bowl with a fork, putting a baby spoon in it and putting it in front of MJ for her to eat, all with a small smile on his face.
A smile he's never seen before. It's domestic. Motherly sort of domestic. His eyes are crinkled, his smile is so full of love for the little baby laughing and making a mess of her face, chair, clothes, and bib while she ate mushed bananas.
Tim's smile falls shortly down, if he wasn't watching all that closely he wouldn't have seen it.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"... Pancakes, if that's alright.."
Tim nods, turning and grabbing an apron, putting it on.
The apron said "World's Best Housewife" on it.
He grabbed a bowl, a pan, flour, eggs, oil, butter, milk, and chocolate chips and whatever else.
He made the batter, started up the heat on the gas stove, then added the batter, before plating and placing the pancakes, three on each. Syrup sat in the middle, which both of them drowned their pancakes in.
They started eating in silence next to each other. MJ's baby noises were the only thing that kept the silence even remotely tolerable.
He looked at Tim shocked. Of course he was shocked. She was a clone!
Kon's heart stopped beating for a second. If the white noise generator wasn't going off somewhere in the house, he was sure he could hear Tim's heart beating really fast.
Tim Drake, his best friend, his Robin, someone he had confided in about his upbringing as a clone, made MJ out of both of their DNA in a lab as a clone.
He no longer felt hungry. He felt.. He didn't know what he felt. There were so many mixed emotions going through him right now.
Anger? His best friend cloned him after he told him how he hated being cloned.
Joy? He has a daughter. A daughter Tim made. Why did Tim make her?
"It was a hard time for me. I lost you, Bart, my dad, and then Bruce. I tried to clone you and Bart, and I had the bright idea of adding my DNA to the mixture when cloning you. It worked, and now she's here, and I'm here, and.. you're back."
He said it as if he didn't want Kon back.
Kon was about to speak up when Tim beat him to it.
"It's great that you're back, Kon, but I broke your trust and promise by making her. But she's my kid, so you don't have to stay, you can leave. I'm fine right where I'm at and I'm not going back, to the Bats, to the Waynes, to no one. Not even for you."
For the first time since their first meeting that morning, Tim looked at Kon. His eyes held such fierce determination, love, and compassion in them. All those felt for MJ, not for him.
What did he even say to that. What did he even do.
MJ was his kid too, right? She was a clone of Kon and him, so that makes her his child as much as Tim's, no?
Would Tim even let him be her other dad? Did he even want to be her other dad?
Lex and Clark didn't treat him like their son and he was their *technical* kid. He wanted oh so desperately to have parents that loved him, he wanted to give MJ that since he didn't get that.
She didn't deserve it. She was just a baby. A baby Tim made out of grief for him dying.
He asks instead of everything else.
Tim answers after his initial shock at the question.
Tim turns back to her, seeing her finished with the bananas, now content playing with her toy while she stares at her father.
Tim takes the bowl and goes to put it and the plates in the sink, then cleans MJ up and the chair before extracting her and heading over to the diaper changing table in another room to change her diaper.
The door was still ajar so he could see Tim change her diaper and clothes and hear as she giggled while her father cooed at her and poked at her nose and belly and kissed her face.
I should be doing that too.
He calls when Tim walks back out.
Tim stops right outside the room's door, holding MJ, Mary-Jane, in his hip. She was now in a light blue little blouse and denim blue jean skirt with cute ruffled socks and a little bonnet.
He couldn't form his question.
"Could I be her other father?"
They both stare at each other for what felt like the longest time of Kon's life.
He nods, pushing his lips in a thin line and furrowing his brows, expecting a no for an answer.
Kon looked bewildered despite hearing his answer.
"I know you, Kon. I know how you felt about Clark and Lex when it came to parenting, I expected this, actually. You want to be there for her, unlike they were with you. I had time to think about it these past few months."
That actually.. made sense, but it didn't at the same time.
Tim motioned for Kon to follow as he sat down on the couch. Kon sat next to him.
He nodded immediately, and was given MJ before he could finish.
She was small, so very light in his arms as she stared up at him with those big blue beautiful eyes, his eyes.
"She helped me, ya know."
Kon looked at him, adjusting his hold on her so she could hold his finger.
Tim watched her intently.
"I was in a really dark place when I had her, when we first came here. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to take care of her. But I knew I couldn't with how I was. So I got better, for her. She helped me. I've been clean, I've been taking care of myself, eating 3 meals a day, cleaning the house, raising her, taking medicine, regularly working out, meditating, sleeping a full 8 hours, and napping with her."
He paused to get a breath in.
"I don't regret it, leaving, going off the radar. I've never been more healthy and more stress free, and more alive in my life."
He doesn't know much about what happened, but he doesn't care anymore. This is his family. And he isn't going to leave it.
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