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Tim?

Tim did not actually mean to kidnap an alternate reality's version of Kon.

In his defense, he'd had very limited time in that reality and everything in it had been going to shit and . . . well, everything in it had been going to shit.

Also, Lex Luthor had been a lot more heavily involved in that particular reality's Cadmus, and fuck it if Tim was ever going to leave any version of Kon with that bastard.

With any bastard who could ever look at Kon and call him "it".

"Ow," Tim grunts into the dirty pavement of what he hopes is his own Gotham as blood drips out of his mouth, and feels Kon's fingertips brush very, very tentatively against his back. He's a little too dizzy to lift his head, but he figures it doesn't matter. Like it's just . . . it's fine. They're not in Cadmus and Kon is safe and Tim is . . . conscious, at least, which means he can work with the situation.

Whatever the situation actually is, anyway.

Kon's hands flatten against his back, which is a very familiar tell, and Tim immediately feels the even more familiar embrace of TTK wrapping him up.

Less familiar is the impulse to find said embrace adorable, but in Tim's defense, this Kon is physiologically about ten years old and so far every single thing he's done has been either adorable or heartbreaking or some terrible combination of the two.

"Robin?" Kon asks anxiously. "You're okay, right?"

"M'okay," Tim mumbles blurrily, because it's more or less true. More blood drips out of his mouth and splatters on the pavement. "All okay. S'fine. You hurt?"

"No," Kon says, still sounding nervous. "Dunno where we are, though."

"Should be Gotham," Tim says, forcing himself to lift his head enough to check and nearly laughing as he recognizes their surroundings as the exact part of Crime Alley that he got interdimensionally yanked out of seventy-six hours ago. "Yeah. Gotham."

He pushes himself up enough to look over at Kon. Kon looks very small crouched down next to him with buzzed-down hair, barefoot in pristine white lab scrubs with a shiny metal cuff stamped with an identification number locked around his wrist. "13" features prominently on it.

Tim wants to melt it into slag.

"Is it your Gotham?" Kon asks.

"No clue, but I'm hoping," Tim says. He thinks about getting to his feet but he's pretty sure he'd throw up if he tried. Or fall over. Or both?

Probably both, at this point.

Oh well, he figures, and pushes himself up. He doesn't vomit, surprisingly, although he is very definitely sure that Kon's TTK is the only thing keeping him from falling over.

No reason to look that particular gift horse in the mouth, Tim decides.

"I need coffee," he says as he gives Kon's shoulder an appreciative pat, because the caffeine withdrawal is real. Also he needs medical attention, probably, but also-also he needs to come up with either a cover story for the ER or an explanation for Bruce and therefore caffeine can't hurt.

"Uh, okay," Kon says skeptically. "I don't think Starbucks or anything is gonna be open right now, though, it's pretty late."

"God, what did Cadmus teach you, kid," Tim says despairingly, making a face at the thought. "Starbucks is a punishment from God. We're going to the nearest twenty-four diner and I'm ordering roofing tar. And we're getting you a hot chocolate. Do you want a hot chocolate?"

". . . yeah," Kon says, biting his lip. "Um. I mean, I dunno if I'd like it, though."

"If you don't like it, we'll get you something else," Tim says. "But I haven't slept or eaten properly since I left my reality and I need coffee before it becomes a legitimate medical emergency."

"Shouldn't you get, like, real food, then?" Kon asks skeptically. "Not just coffee?"

"Coffee is food," Tim lies reflexively.

". . . I don't think it is," Kon says, squinting up at him suspiciously. "Are you taking advantage of me being too stupid to know if coffee's food or not?"

". . . we can get something to go," Tim says, wishing he'd blown up a bit more of Cadmus on his way out of that fucking cesspool of a reality. "You're not stupid. Luthor can choke on a fucking cactus for all the shit he kept saying to you."

"I mean, I didn't come out right," Kon says uncomfortably. "I'm not as smart as Dadd–as Lex is. Or as Superman was."

Tim pretends that Kon wasn't about to say "Daddy" for both their sakes. Just . . . yeah. At least for the moment, anyway.

Luthor was a lot more heavily involved in that Cadmus.

And horrifyingly.

Tim tries not to think about the way that Luthor had kept touching Kon. All the little too-deliberate points of contact he'd made time and again and too often.

Much too often.

Tim hadn't seen anyone else even so much as enter Kon's personal space the entire time he'd been in that godforsaken lab, and every single time that Luthor had made a gesture like he might touch him, Kon had tensed in something that couldn't decide between being fear or anticipation.

It'd made Tim want to burn the whole fucking lab and every single LexCorp-owned building he could find to the ground.

He'd settled for interdimensionally kidnapping Kon and destroying all of Cadmus's systems and DNA samples as thoroughly as possible. C-4 had been involved.

A lot of C-4 had been involved.

Possibly that had been a slight overreaction, but fuck if Tim cares. Just–Clark had still been dead, and Cassie hadn't had powers and Bart hadn't been in the time period and Tim himself hadn't even existed, for whatever reason, and apparently neither had Cissie or Greta or Anita or Slobo, and Bruce had already had his hands full with Damian and Dick had been off-planet and Jason had also still been dead and just–

Options had been limited, alright?

Options had been limited, and by that point Tim hadn't had time to go check and see what the Kents were up to or track down Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen or even just tip off the Justice League or the Titans, because by that point he'd been in an examination room with a Lex Luthor who was stroking a frightened Kon's face with one hand while holding a syringe that was glowing kryptonite-green with the other and Tim had just . . . he'd just made some choices at that point, okay?

He'd made some very decisive choices.

And some very decisive commitments.

Or at least one very decisive commitment, anyway.

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interdimensional kidnapping via Robin:

Tim eats a couple bites of his eggs and keeps an eye on Kon as the other scrubs the tears off his face. He hates Lex Luthor, because he can’t imagine why a kid born in a lab environment would willingly cry in front of anyone else, especially after being “raised” by someone like Luthor, and can’t help suspecting the answer is something fucked-up like the bastard not discouraging it because he liked it. 

It’s an assumption, technically, but it seems . . . likely, as an explanation. 

Tim decides not to let himself think about that possibility, at least not for the moment, and drinks his coffee. Kon mostly stops crying, and Tim considers going insane about the last few tears that drip down his heartbroken-looking little face. 

He really hopes the kid is just scared and overwhelmed and not, like . . . terrified and fucking miserable right now. That he’s crying because it’s safe to cry now, and not because of–anything else. 

He really, really hopes that. 

God, but this hurts.

He should've ordered the kid a bigger stack of pancakes.

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Inter dimensional kidnapping via Robin for WIP Wednesday?

"It's really for me?" Kon asks, curling his hands tentatively around his mug. "I didn't even do anything for it."

Tim should've actually just razed that whole reality on his way out, actually.

"It's definitely for you," he says. "I thought you'd like it, and I wanted to give you something you'd like. That's all. It's a gift, not a reward."

Kon blinks those too-shiny eyes a few times as they get concerningly shinier, then ducks his head and takes another sip.

"Thank you," he mumbles into his mug.

"You're welcome," Tim says.

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WIP Wednesday: Interdimensional kidnapping

"You're welcome," Tim says, making a mental note to buy hot chocolate in bulk for the rest of his life. Even if the absolute worst happens and he literally never sees this kid again, he is gonna have a stock of hot chocolate on deck for him just in case. You can never be too prepared in their line of work, much less ever know what to expect. 

. . . well, no. Not their line of work. 

This version of Kon isn't a superhero.  

That's such a strange thought. His Kon was effectively born a superhero, but this one . . .

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Interdimensional kidnapping via Robin👁👁

Tim orders himself very, very black coffee and Kon a hot chocolate with whipped cream and both of them a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs, because Kon probably could use the protein and what kid doesn't like pancakes, and also because he doesn't want Kon to think he's taking advantage of him being "stupid" or lying to him about things. He'll eat any goddamn thing he has to if it'll help this poor kid trust him.

Hell, he'll blow up this reality's LexCorp, if he has to. Maybe go find a few more realities' versions too, if that's what it takes.

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Interdenominational kidnapping via Robin for wip wednesday please :)

Tim doesn't know how to feel about that, aside from angry and sad. This Kon is nothing like the one he knows, though. He doesn't show a trace of the bold confidence or reckless eagerness or stubborn defiance that Tim's always known Kon to have. 

But he was willing to trust a stranger in a mask when he shouldn't have known how to trust anyone, and he shared the support and protection of his TTK with that stranger, and he tries so hard. 

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WIP Wednesday: interdimensional kidnapping via Robin

Tim's met active members of the vigilante and hero community who were this young, of course. Hell, Damian was active at ten. So was Jon Kent, and that's probably more relevant, considering the respective powersets involved. 

But Kon only knows being an experiment and being told that he was expected to become what Lex Luthor wanted him to be. That's not the same thing. Not even close to it.

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @twird96; Tim didn't mean to kidnap this alternate reality's kid!Kon but welp here we are.

The diner is mostly empty, which is merciful, and the waitress is in fact unphased by the arrival of a beat-up vigilante with a kid in lab scrubs. Tim pretends not to recognize the trio of Two-Face goons tucked away in the back corner booth and they pretend not to recognize him right back, thank fuck. He doesn't know how bulletproof Kon is right now but he definitely knows the waitress and cook and other couple of patrons aren't.

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Inter-dimensional kidnapping plsssss

"Yeah," Tim says. "Do you like it?"

He's assuming the kid does, both because he is in fact a kid and also because he's Kon, who is worse than Bart about decimating the base's hot chocolate supply and also frequently steals Cassie's when she doesn't drink it fast enough, but it seems polite to ask. Kon nods, staring at him with uncomfortably big and shiny eyes. Tim, again, hates Lex Luthor.

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Interdimensional kidnapping via Robin, please and thank you!

Kon takes his first sip of hot chocolate while they're waiting for their pancakes and Tim's checking the police scanner just to make sure there's not an Arkham breakout or alien invasion going on, and nearly chokes on it.

"It's sweet," Kon blurts, his eyes wide with awe. "And warm!"

Tim really, really hates Lex Luthor.

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Reading your interdimensional kidnapping via Robin wip and am now crying like a bitch. I agree 100% that Tim should have destroyed Lex atom by atom or at the very least castrated the guy

Tim should get one free murder, as a treat. (◡‿◡🌸) 

Tim: Jason I need you to watch this traumatized kid for . . . let's see, three hours and thirty-seven minutes, please and thank you.

Jason: What the fuck and why and--IS THAT SUPERBOY??

Tim: No. And yes. And also because you're the only one who won't try to talk me out of committing an interdimensional murder when I have an interdimensional murder to be committing. Be good for the crime lord, kid, I'll be back in three hours and thirty-seven minutes.

Jason: TIM, don't you fucking DARE leave right--

Tim: /hands over his neatly-prepared dossier of alt!Lex's crimes

Jason: . . . travel safe, here's my favorite gun, does the kid have any allergies?

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You write a or of (amazing) kon with a baby but this is the first time I’ve seen u write baby Kon and I love it and need it. If u ever decide u want to add a new work to the rotation pls think about a baby Kon one is all I ask. Just a tinsy thought on it pls. Anyways, hope ur feeling better

Thank you! ❤ I DO have a few more baby Kon WIPs kicking around the pipeline, actually, if that's something you're looking for. Or like, little-kid Kon, more accurately, haha.

Clark wakes up alive is a YJ animated WIP where Clark gets isekai'ed back into his younger body before the events of season one and decides to do some things differently about it, and Conner is one of those things.

some kind of fuss is also a YJ animated WIP where the team gets de-aged and Clark has a very awkward time dealing with a Superboy who is now both much tinier and much closer to his actual chronological "age".

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin is a WIP where Tim kidnaps an alternate reality version of Kon that was decanted developmentally earlier than his version was. [ tw: past CSA ]

omega!Clark and hungry!Kon is an omegaverse WIP with a slightly younger Kon and a lot of miscommunication while Clark tries not to stomp on his new pup's boundaries and Kon tries not to be an inconvenience to Superman. [ tw: past child abuse ]

de-aged Kon and the Lane-Kent family is a WIP where Kon gets de-aged under confusing circumstances and Clark decides to take him in for the duration of the spell. And then the spell kind of just . . . keeps not ending, for some reason??

( also semi-relatedly there's Superpupper, which is a WIP where Kon is NOT a baby but everyone thinks he is, on account of him getting turned into an adorable puppy. 😆 )

ETA: OH AND I FORGOT SUPERBOYS SWITCH, which is a Superfam version of Reverse Robins wherein Jon and Kon's ages are switched and Jon finds a weird lil' clone of his dad in a lab.

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