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laniew1 The statue of Superboy and Superman was a monument to fallen heroes.
Spoilers, for all of Teen Titans, Infinite Crisis 1-7. That should be it.
Read the main story first.
SERIES: The Other Side
RATING: R
PAIRING: Tim/Kon/Cassie, UST Clark/Lex, Alt Clark/Lex
AUTHOR: Melanie
SPOILERS: Spoilers, for all of Teen Titans, Infinite Crisis 1-7. That should be it.
DISCLAIMER: The Multiple Earths have returned and one barrier is beginning to stretch thin.
FEEDBACK: Would be lovely.
The Other Side: Ficlet
The statue of Superboy and Superman was a monument to fallen heroes.
Superman powerless, Superboy dead.
Even though Superman had returned and they had a new Superboy (but not their Superboy, their Kon was dead just like the world that the other Kon had come from) the statue remained.
Tim sometimes thought that standing in front of the statue was the closest he would ever get to either Kon.
Cassie felt the same way; it was why she made the same trek to the statue as well, though they timed their visits so that they wouldn’t run into each other there.
There was some small part of him that was gratified that she wasn’t able to slip easily back into the role of Kon’s girlfriend, just like he knew that Cassie was grateful that Tim hadn’t been able to slip back into the best friend role.
Not that Tim had thought that Kon would make it in any way easy for them, even though he was Clark’s son he was also Luthor’s and Luthor wouldn’t have made it easy for them.
Not since he considered both of them ex’s, in his world and still in his mind they’d been together and he’d been betrayed. They’d even seen the nasty breakup, Kon so distressedangryinfuriated and his Tim and Cassie hadn’t even attempted to defend or explain their actions.
Cassie had cried when they’d watched it happen, silent tears streaming down her face because they could see the pain that Kon had been in, the pain that his Tim and Cassie had been in.
And they’d still just let him walk away, Tim had to wonder if the words that should have been said would even have made a difference or if Kon’s mind had already been made up, if he’d already decided that things were over long before he’d finally confronted the others.
There were times now that they could see him visibly reminding himself that he and Cassie weren’t his Tim and Cassie, they’d never betrayed him (that he knew about and if Tim had his way Kon would never know about the one kiss because he would see it as another betrayal and they had enough to overcome without adding more to the pile) though most of the time Tim thought that Kon just couldn’t see the difference.
And couldn’t let go.
Just like they couldn’t, because just like Kon they were forever reminding themselves that even though he looked and sometimes acted like their Kon… he wasn’t their Kon, he had a whole different set of memories and friends and he could look through them during briefings with considerable ease.
So they were both still hanging in the breeze, waiting for one of his impromptu visits to Titan’s Tower so he could hold them at a distance, interacting with them without interacting with them.
Tim thought if he could have five seconds alone with his counterpart he would smack him upside the head for teaching Kon how to do that.
Because it was obvious where he’d learned how to do it, as well as where the blank face had originated from and the noncommittal replies to every single question they asked of him during briefings.
Not that he attended many of those. He didn’t consider himself a Titan; he didn’t consider any of them with the possible exception of Bart as friends.
Tim thought that if he could figure out the pattern as to when Kon would spend his weekends at Titan’s Tower that he might be one step closer to getting his best friend back.
And he worked at that, computer programs running scenarios and most of them could only predict with 70% accuracy when Kon would appear. Tim thought that Kon’s appearances might be based on criteria that he just didn’t have.
Like level of boredom and how many fights Clark and Luthor had managed to have in a seven day time period.
Because he would skip three weekends in a row and then pop up on some odd Friday, then disappear for another four weeks.
So maybe it was as simple as Kon not wanting to deal with Clark or Lex anymore.
Tim had to wonder how and why Clark was still living with them. Kon appeared as settled as he was going to get, was at least interacting with them a little instead of hiding in Luthor’s penthouse.
Clark’s voiced opinion (when asked, which most people didn’t unless they were Lois or Bruce) was that he was there to make sure that nothing happened to Kon.
Tim was of the mindset (and Bruce had concurred the one time that he’d mentioned it) that if something was going to happen it would have most likely already have happened, Luthor wasn’t one to wait around when his enemies were disoriented.
The first couple of weeks that Kon and Clark had been ensconced at the penthouse they’d been disoriented. True they’d been expecting (at least Clark had) some sort of attack from Luthor’s side and had probably had precautions in place but the fact that they were living in Lex’s space meant that Lex already had an upper hand.
Though Luthor was being remarkably well behaved when it came to Kon and Tim thought he might be the only one that was unsurprised by that.
That was the only thing he’d seen when he’d been alone, Luthor coming to Titan’s Tower to find out what the hell had happened and the other Tim defending himself. Telling him that everything that he and Cassie had done was to protect Kon.
He wondered, but had never found out, what Batman and Wonder Woman had threatened Kon with in order to get that Tim and Cassie to do what they’d done.
Death. Destruction.
An injury so severe that even a half Kryptonian couldn’t heal from it was obvious.
He just couldn’t figure out how Batman and Wonder Woman had planned on accomplishing it without Superman or Luthor figuring out who had done it (or had it done, Tim still didn’t think either one of them would countenance getting their hands dirty on someone that they deemed beneath them) and how they’d planned on protecting themselves when one or both of them decided to exact retribution on Kon’s behalf.
Maybe they’d thought themselves so invincible that they wouldn’t need it.
He felt the air shift behind him and he scowled, he still had at least another 30 minutes left before it was Cassie’s turn to stand here and stare at the statue and wonder what they could do differently to make Kon theirs again.
He turned when there was no voice behind him stating sharply that it was her turn and could Tim please leave now.
Kon was standing there, glancing back and forth between the statue and Tim and Tim could feel the tension, Kon was a half second away from launching himself back into the air.
Tim remained silent, just watched him and finally Kon shifted and stepped closer.
“Bart told me but…” Kon stared at the statue, rolled his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, studying it like he would an exhibit in a museum.
“Why would anyone put up a statue for me?” he asked with bewilderment.
“Luthor did it,” Tim said, he turned to face the statue once more, Kon next to him though a distance between them.
“Lex?” A glance over showed Kon had crossed his arms over his chest and was frowning.
“You, he died, trying to save the world.”
Kon snorted and Tim didn’t need to look over to know he was rolling his eyes.
“Yeah that seems to be what I do,” he muttered and rubbed his arms like he was cold.
Tim turned to go, to leave Kon to stare at the statue and do whatever contemplation he needed. He would call Cassie after he left and tell her to delay her visit for a short while to allow him to complete it in solitude.
“Tim,” Kon said softly and Tim turned back, Kon didn’t turn around. Still had his back to him.
“I’m glad you’re not dead,” he said, his voice quiet, there was pain there and Tim took the two steps back, touched Kon’s shoulder, squeezed lightly.
“I’m glad that you’re not dead too.”
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Spoilers, for all of Teen Titans, Infinite Crisis 1-7. That should be it.
Read the main story first.
SERIES: The Other Side
RATING: R
PAIRING: Tim/Kon/Cassie, UST Clark/Lex, Alt Clark/Lex
AUTHOR: Melanie
SPOILERS: Spoilers, for all of Teen Titans, Infinite Crisis 1-7. That should be it.
DISCLAIMER: The Multiple Earths have returned and one barrier is beginning to stretch thin.
FEEDBACK: Would be lovely.
The Other Side: Ficlet
The statue of Superboy and Superman was a monument to fallen heroes.
Superman powerless, Superboy dead.
Even though Superman had returned and they had a new Superboy (but not their Superboy, their Kon was dead just like the world that the other Kon had come from) the statue remained.
Tim sometimes thought that standing in front of the statue was the closest he would ever get to either Kon.
Cassie felt the same way; it was why she made the same trek to the statue as well, though they timed their visits so that they wouldn’t run into each other there.
There was some small part of him that was gratified that she wasn’t able to slip easily back into the role of Kon’s girlfriend, just like he knew that Cassie was grateful that Tim hadn’t been able to slip back into the best friend role.
Not that Tim had thought that Kon would make it in any way easy for them, even though he was Clark’s son he was also Luthor’s and Luthor wouldn’t have made it easy for them.
Not since he considered both of them ex’s, in his world and still in his mind they’d been together and he’d been betrayed. They’d even seen the nasty breakup, Kon so distressedangryinfuriated and his Tim and Cassie hadn’t even attempted to defend or explain their actions.
Cassie had cried when they’d watched it happen, silent tears streaming down her face because they could see the pain that Kon had been in, the pain that his Tim and Cassie had been in.
And they’d still just let him walk away, Tim had to wonder if the words that should have been said would even have made a difference or if Kon’s mind had already been made up, if he’d already decided that things were over long before he’d finally confronted the others.
There were times now that they could see him visibly reminding himself that he and Cassie weren’t his Tim and Cassie, they’d never betrayed him (that he knew about and if Tim had his way Kon would never know about the one kiss because he would see it as another betrayal and they had enough to overcome without adding more to the pile) though most of the time Tim thought that Kon just couldn’t see the difference.
And couldn’t let go.
Just like they couldn’t, because just like Kon they were forever reminding themselves that even though he looked and sometimes acted like their Kon… he wasn’t their Kon, he had a whole different set of memories and friends and he could look through them during briefings with considerable ease.
So they were both still hanging in the breeze, waiting for one of his impromptu visits to Titan’s Tower so he could hold them at a distance, interacting with them without interacting with them.
Tim thought if he could have five seconds alone with his counterpart he would smack him upside the head for teaching Kon how to do that.
Because it was obvious where he’d learned how to do it, as well as where the blank face had originated from and the noncommittal replies to every single question they asked of him during briefings.
Not that he attended many of those. He didn’t consider himself a Titan; he didn’t consider any of them with the possible exception of Bart as friends.
Tim thought that if he could figure out the pattern as to when Kon would spend his weekends at Titan’s Tower that he might be one step closer to getting his best friend back.
And he worked at that, computer programs running scenarios and most of them could only predict with 70% accuracy when Kon would appear. Tim thought that Kon’s appearances might be based on criteria that he just didn’t have.
Like level of boredom and how many fights Clark and Luthor had managed to have in a seven day time period.
Because he would skip three weekends in a row and then pop up on some odd Friday, then disappear for another four weeks.
So maybe it was as simple as Kon not wanting to deal with Clark or Lex anymore.
Tim had to wonder how and why Clark was still living with them. Kon appeared as settled as he was going to get, was at least interacting with them a little instead of hiding in Luthor’s penthouse.
Clark’s voiced opinion (when asked, which most people didn’t unless they were Lois or Bruce) was that he was there to make sure that nothing happened to Kon.
Tim was of the mindset (and Bruce had concurred the one time that he’d mentioned it) that if something was going to happen it would have most likely already have happened, Luthor wasn’t one to wait around when his enemies were disoriented.
The first couple of weeks that Kon and Clark had been ensconced at the penthouse they’d been disoriented. True they’d been expecting (at least Clark had) some sort of attack from Luthor’s side and had probably had precautions in place but the fact that they were living in Lex’s space meant that Lex already had an upper hand.
Though Luthor was being remarkably well behaved when it came to Kon and Tim thought he might be the only one that was unsurprised by that.
That was the only thing he’d seen when he’d been alone, Luthor coming to Titan’s Tower to find out what the hell had happened and the other Tim defending himself. Telling him that everything that he and Cassie had done was to protect Kon.
He wondered, but had never found out, what Batman and Wonder Woman had threatened Kon with in order to get that Tim and Cassie to do what they’d done.
Death. Destruction.
An injury so severe that even a half Kryptonian couldn’t heal from it was obvious.
He just couldn’t figure out how Batman and Wonder Woman had planned on accomplishing it without Superman or Luthor figuring out who had done it (or had it done, Tim still didn’t think either one of them would countenance getting their hands dirty on someone that they deemed beneath them) and how they’d planned on protecting themselves when one or both of them decided to exact retribution on Kon’s behalf.
Maybe they’d thought themselves so invincible that they wouldn’t need it.
He felt the air shift behind him and he scowled, he still had at least another 30 minutes left before it was Cassie’s turn to stand here and stare at the statue and wonder what they could do differently to make Kon theirs again.
He turned when there was no voice behind him stating sharply that it was her turn and could Tim please leave now.
Kon was standing there, glancing back and forth between the statue and Tim and Tim could feel the tension, Kon was a half second away from launching himself back into the air.
Tim remained silent, just watched him and finally Kon shifted and stepped closer.
“Bart told me but…” Kon stared at the statue, rolled his shoulders and tilted his head to the side, studying it like he would an exhibit in a museum.
“Why would anyone put up a statue for me?” he asked with bewilderment.
“Luthor did it,” Tim said, he turned to face the statue once more, Kon next to him though a distance between them.
“Lex?” A glance over showed Kon had crossed his arms over his chest and was frowning.
“You, he died, trying to save the world.”
Kon snorted and Tim didn’t need to look over to know he was rolling his eyes.
“Yeah that seems to be what I do,” he muttered and rubbed his arms like he was cold.
Tim turned to go, to leave Kon to stare at the statue and do whatever contemplation he needed. He would call Cassie after he left and tell her to delay her visit for a short while to allow him to complete it in solitude.
“Tim,” Kon said softly and Tim turned back, Kon didn’t turn around. Still had his back to him.
“I’m glad you’re not dead,” he said, his voice quiet, there was pain there and Tim took the two steps back, touched Kon’s shoulder, squeezed lightly.
“I’m glad that you’re not dead too.”
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