#implied timkonbart

“How come I’ve never seen this before?”

“I don’t know, what is it?” Tim asked, not looking up from his laptop. He wasn’t trying to be rude, it’s just that Kon asked that about a lot of things: new cinnamon roll recipes, Superman merch, funny cat videos. Normally, Tim found it endearing and would immediately begin investigating the new find with him, but at the moment, he was swamped with WE business and needed to take a huge chunk out of his workload if he was to patrol later.

“How come I’ve never seen you in this red and black Robin suit?”

Tim froze, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “What?” He twisted around to look at Kon. In his hand was a photograph.

“How come I’ve never seen you in this Robin suit? I recognize you, but not the costume. What’s that about?”

Tim slowly turned back to his computer. Images flashing through his brain. Connor on the ground, lifeless. The phone call telling him Bart was dead. The feeling of overwhelming loneliness Kon and Bart being gone had caused. The months of pain and sorrow. How alone he had felt; the R being the one thing holding him together, before that too, was taken-

“TIM!”

Tim’s eyes cleared as he stared into Kon’s blue ones. Kon had jumped over the back of the couch and now held onto his biceps. His face searching Tim’s worriedly.

“Tim, what’s wrong?”

He glanced down at the photograph still clutched in his best friend’s hands. “Nothing. Its just,” taking a deep breath he took the picture from Connor’s hand. “That’s the costume I wore after you died.” He felt Connor stiffen.

“I thought you switched to Red Robin after I died.”

Tim shook his head. “Not originally, no.” He cleared his throat. Even though Connor and Bart had been back for years, thinking about those months without them still made bile of sorrow and anxiety rise up in his throat. “I stayed Robin for a while; until Bruce died. Well, ‘Died.’ After Dick took up the cowl and gave Dami the R, I switched. But yeah, I went out in that costume for a while.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

“So was it like a mourning outfit?”

Tim glanced over at him. “What?”

“Well, you know how people wear black at funerals to symbolize their grief, was it kind of like that? I mean, you went from the whole stoplight shebang to Red and black.”

A smile tugged at Tim’s lips. He felt his love for Kon swell in his chest. Leaning up he pressed their lips together. Kon immediately tried to deepen the kiss. Pulling back, he rested his mouth by Kon’s ear. “I changed it to red and black because they were your colors, doofus.”

Picking up his laptop, he walked to their bedroom. He glanced back and laughed at kon’s shocked face. He opened the door and entered. Maybe he wouldn’t patrol tonight. He would just lie in his boyfriends arms and remember that he had gotten both of them back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -