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After wrecking Tim’s coffee machine *again*, Kon returned from Andromeda with a plant as an apology gift.

Tim eyed the bizarre-looking specimen before him, asking the Kryptonian with deceptive calm:

“So… this is your peace offering?”

Kon declared cheerfully: “It’s a special species from a star system you wouldn’t recognize! Once it hits its growth cycle, it communicates with all living beings.”

“They’re natural cryptographers!”

Tim straightened up. “And when does it enter this growth cycle?”

Kon’s sudden silence was louder than a bomb.

Tim let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Heard a cat crossing the street—gotta help!”Kon clattered through the base in his escape.

Thus, an unsightly plant became a permanent fixture on CEO Drake’s desk at Wayne Enterprises.

Years later, Kon awoke from stasis disoriented. “Time to check on Tim.”

He flew to Drake Manor—where the Red Robin had spent his final decade. The silver-haired hero had famously bossed around his ageless friends, filling the estate with temperamental exotic flora. *

“Pick the fussiest ones,”he’d insisted.

Whenever Kon protested, Tim would flash that infuriating, familiar smirk:

“I’ll be sleeping here forever. You’ll keep it perfect for me, right?”

That lifted chin still echoed the proud Wayne heir from decades past.

In the end, Tim got his wish.

Kon landed softly in the overgrown garden, without disturbing a single leaf. The plants thrived on their own, having reclaimed the manor as their Eden.

Kon avoided *that* portrait—the one with Tim’s triumphant, punch-worthy grin (even if Kon himself had chosen the photo).

As he moved toward the main house, intent on cleaning, super-hearing caught a whisper:

*“Kon… el…..kon”*

The manor had been empty for years. Some prank?

Kon sped toward the sound’s source: Tim’s untouched bedroom.

There sat the alien plant—the only living thing Tim ever tended himself.

It had finally entered its growth cycle.

And Kon finally heard the confession decades overdue:

*“kon… my love.”*

"Please forgive any awkward phrasing—my English is limited, so this translation survived only by the grace of AI. I warmly welcome corrections!🥺🥺🥺

"If you'd like the original version, I've posted the Chinese text on my main page! Hope you enjoy~ 🦇"

This story began when I realized Kon and Tim march to different mortal drums. Such divergence in life's length breeds profound philosophical chasms. While Tim matured and silvered, Kon remained that restless youth. What of love? When one's affection has gained vintage complexity, the other still fumbles with love's ABCs.💞💞

So I wrote this vignette.