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[not_the_s]

Clark was on the island. It had been a day since Lex had told him and he was still having a hard time processing it. Clark Kent was on the island and not his pseudo-parent. No, he could have dealt with that. No, this one was the Clark freaking Kent who had been on the island before. The one who had all but ignored his existence and made him

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[liestobatman]

Tim is on his way back out--having made the careful, irritable trip back to the clothes box for a shirt that will hopefully last him longer than an hour, this time--when the voice stops him.

Even more than the name, it's the voice, and it's rare enough that he hears it these days that he stops, weight on the crutches to spare his ankle--it's not that bad, but he can hear Alfred telling him how it will get worse--staring up the hall at his other best friend.

At some point, seeing Kon and Bart is going to stop feeling like they've come back from the dead, even if it will never stop feeling like they left, and Tim shakes himself once, injured foot twitching before he pushes forward. "Kon--you. Bart said you were here, um.

"Hi," he finishes lamely, almost choking on a dry laugh.

[not_the_s]

"Hi? Hi? That's all you..." Kon shakes his head and no. No, he doesn't care what might have happened with the other Tim. If this one doesn't remember it, then it's fine. Great, even, because the first thing Kon does is run up to him, wrap his arms around him, and yank Tim away from the crutches and into a breath-stealing hug.

"You have no idea," he mutters. "No idea at all."

Of course it figures that Tim shows up when he does. Right when Clark appears. Right when he needs his best friend most.

[liestobatman]

Bart has prepared him for the lack of inhuman strength, but even without his meta abilities, Kon is more than strong enough to hug him right up off the floor.

It's probably for the best that he doesn't, since he doesn't seem to be holding back. Two years, Tim thinks. He's been human for two years, and he can't imagine having to--start over, like that. "I'll have more to say, I promise," he says, letting the crutches dangle precariously from his arms as he does his best to brace a hand on Kon's ribs while he's still trapped in the embrace. He doubts Kon would appreciate him thinking about his loss in a moment like this.

"I just need a moment to adjust. And breathe."

[not_the_s]

"Dude, do you even know how long it's been since I've seen you? Of course you don't." There's a little bit of desperation as he asks the next question. "You don't, do you?" Okay, so maybe he'd prefer living with a Tim who doesn't remember the part where he'd been jealous about a relationship he'd only heard of and tried to seduce Tim's ex. ...who happened to be Bart. He's glad Bart doesn't remember, either.

"No, of course not. Stupid. Okay, so have you seen anyone here, yet? Bart's here and Cissie and, uh, Cassie." Okay, the less said about that right now, the better. "Lex is here, Lex Luthor, but he's kind of not the one we remember. It's like he's younger or something and not really evil." He doesn't add the yet.

Then he sighs and drops his head. "And Clark's here. A younger one. One you'd probably think is me."