(no subject)

[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 feel like crap. That Clark Kent.

He wasn't sure what he felt except for the fact that he in no way wanted to see Clark. Oh, he knew it was inevitable, but he would be satisfied with delaying that sometime for as long as possible.

He was hurrying out of the kitchen, sandwich in hand, and dropped it when he saw a familiar head of hair.

"Tim?" Oh god, he wasn't sure if he wanted Tim to be here or...wait. Tim wouldn't remember anything, would he?

Comments

[liestobatman.livejournal.com]

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.