For Kon

[slowspeedster]

Bart had been looking for Kon in a relatively half-hearted manner. He wanted to see him, sure, but he didn't know what to say. Tim was here, his Tim, or near enough. But there was also that strange encounter with Clark. So while his feet had brought him near Kon's hut, and the compound, and then back towards the treehouse, his mind was elsewhere.

So when he entered the clearing where Kon's statue stood, he was totally taken back by the figure sitting on the pedastal. Kon was there, brooding. At least, it sure looked like a brood from here.

"Hey, you hear about the new arrivals?"

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[not_the_s]

And Kon was there, of course, grabbing Bart's hand in a firm grip. "Hey, this is supposed to be play, not 'fall in a hole and break your ankle'." He bit his tongue against any comment wondering whether Bart really meant those. He knew Bart didn't. Still, it stung a little.

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Bart ducked his head, embarrassed about letting things get out of hand. "Yeah, well, I knew there was a hero nearby."

[not_the_s]

"Dork," Kon said with a quiet sigh. He ruffled Bart's hair. He looked up at the statue and shook his head. "Come on. Let's go trawl the beaches for pretty girls or something. I need to distract myself."