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2:34am, theres a knock at the door. Kon isn't expecting anyone considering its fucking half 2 in the morning but he crawls out of bed anyway and puts a shirt on. He steps to the door and opens it. He didn't expect a lot, he didn't expect anything really but on his list of things he didn't expect this is probably no.1
Red Robin clutching his side, blood on his face and his suit. He's battered and bruised. holes in his suit and he looks close to passing out. his free hand gripping the door frame like it's going to save him. Kons stomach drops
“What…happened?” Kon sounds genuinely concerned as he carefully helps him inside.
“mission success” a weak voice comes from tim.
Mission success? He looks like he's going to be on his deathbed soon and he's saying mission success?
“You're an idiot” kon mumbles, helping him to the bathroom and making him sit on the closed toilet lid. He scavenges around and finds a few things to help. Finding the med kit and some cloths.
When tim rests his head on the wall to the side of him kon begins helping him out of the top portion of his suit, the same way he would for anyone else but his touch is so gentle. to see tim in such a state gives him heart ache.
It's no secret that he has a soft spot for the gothamite nor is it a secret that he's head over heels for him. Everyone knows that he wished there was something more between him and tim.
“Tim? How did this even happen?” He tries to make tim keep talking, just to know he's okay. The wounds don't seem too deep but he's bled a lot. Kon sits on his knees between Tim's legs.
“Knife” he offers a single word, he looks ashamed for some reason. Kon begins to clean the wound on his side with a damp cloth. cleaning the blood away.
“Cmon, rob, you're not being very helpful” he mumbles, using a bandage to wrap the wound. He's never been the best at first aid so he just assumes he's right doing this. He can see tim wincing with pain but trying to hide it. He moves onto the cuts on his face. Sitting straighter and cleaning the blood away.
“I didn't lose…” he sounds upset, really upset. So upset his eyes are watering and he's biting back tears. He definitely lost that fight. He hates losing, it makes him weirdly scared to go home which kon hasn't dug into yet.
Kon places a soft hand on Tim's cheek “You didn't lose, you're right” he comforts, continuing to wipe the blood away. He places a plaster on his nose where a cut is and one on his temple too.
“You're strong, you're smart for coming here” kon continues, stroking Tim's cheek softly and removing his domino mask for him. He then uses the wash cloth to clean off the adhesive. Tim tries to bite back those tears.
“Kon… can I stay the night?” He sniffles and kon nods. “Always”
He helps him up and places both hands on his cheeks. “I won't tell batman about this, don't worry” he whispers, pressing a kiss to Tim's cheek. But tim moves at the wrong time so it presses against his lips.
It's soft, sweet, warm. Everything they expected it to be.
“You're okay” kon whispers when he pulls away.