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I've been without computer access for most of the week (also, there was DRAMA with a lost notebook, but I've got it back, now), so I'm catching up tonight. I have several things to type up, and a few dozen comments and messages to reply to, so please don't feel like I've been ignoring you if you haven't heard from me. I've got a whole actual to-do list, while I've got internet access, tonight. We'll start with a ficlet.

Title: Hug Ficlet
Characters: Kon, Dick, Damian
Summary: Batman doesn't usually hug people.
Continuity is current, so spoilers apply.

Notes: For shananagin, who felt this needed to be written, because she is awesome and pimped my now comm. Also, because this will be paved over by new canon on Wednesday (is anyone else as jittery about this month's new comics as I am? No, I don't think so, because they're not central to your Big Bang fic), so this is my chance to write it how I want to see it.

 

( FLYINGTACKLEHUG behind the cut )

 

Once he'd let Aunt Martha know he was back, Kon didn't need to stop and think about where to go next. He didn't have a clue where Cassie might be living, but Tim would be in Gotham. Tim would know where Cassie and the others were. He could help fill Kon in before they headed to the Tower on Friday.

Except when he got to Gotham, the Cave was empty. There were sheets over all the cases and equipment, all covered in a thin splattering of bat-shit. No one was in the house, but at least it looked lived in - the dishwasher was running and there was a light on in an upstairs bathroom. Kon determined all this through the roof, of course. He wasn't stupid. As fond as Tim was of booby-traps, Batman had to be worse.

Well, okay. It was getting late. They were probably out fighting crime. Maybe the butler dude had the night off for a hot date. Even old guys needed lovin'. He'd found Tim by ear once before, and that had been back before the vision powers had really kicked in. He could do it again, no problemo. Or if all else failed, he could fly around the city until one of the Bats found him.

Which was exactly how it happened. He'd stopped downtown to get his bearings, traffic flowing far below like a river, when a flash of movement had caught his eye. It turned out to be Batman, beckoning him from a ledge across the street. When Kon was still about five yards away, Batman detached himself from the wall and leapt straight at him. By the time Kon even thought about dodging, Batman slammed into him and threw his arms tight around Kon's back in what could only possibly be described as a bear-hug.

Batman was hugging him, dangling five-hundred feet over the streets of Gotham. His legs locked around Kon's, and Kon supported most of his weight instinctively, even as he dropped about twenty feet in sheer surprise.

"I had to contact Clark," Batman said in his ear, only that wasn't Batman's voice. "I had to be sure. Oh my God, you're really alive!"

"Dick?" Kon asked. He felt a little like he was still in freefall.

"Yeah. God, I saw you die."

"It's cool, now," Kon said. "See, I'm all better." He patted Dick gently on the shoulder, because that was what you did with hysterical people, assuming they weren't actively trying to kill you.

"You are behaving like a woman," said a sneering - and rather young-sounding - voice from the side of the building. When Kon looked up over Dick's shoulder, a kid in red and grey was peering over the ledge at them.

Dick - Kon couldn't call him 'Batman,' even in his head - sighed without turning around. "I told you to go back to base," he said.

"Who the hell is that?" Kon asked. "Where's Robin?"

"I am Robin," the kid said, imperiously.

"No way," Kon growled. He set Dick down on the ledge and backed up a few feet. "Where's Tim?"

Dick hung his head. "I don't know," he said quietly.

"What?"

"I said I don't know," Dick said a little louder. He didn't look up, so Kon bobbed downward, but Dick evaded his eyes.

"What," Kon asked, bewildered. "You lost him?"

"The little whiner ran away."

"Robin," Dick said, warningly.

"Ran away?" Kon echoed.

"Oh look at me," the kid whined in a sing-song voice that sounded nothing at all like Tim. "Oh, poor me! My daddy never loved me! Oh, my girlfriend is a lying whore! Oh, my poor dead boyfr-"

One punch sent the little snot flying. Kon caught him about ten feet off the ground and left him, white-faced and shaking, on top of a sheltered bus stop.

A few seconds later, Kon was crouched on a gargoyle next to Dick. "We've got to talk, man," he said.

Dick nodded and pulled back the cowl.

END