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“Let me help,” Kon pants past the blood in his mouth, and wraps his TTK around all of them and grips all of them tight.
The other three, he means. Not himself.
Never himself, when one of them needs it.
“Kon—” Tim starts sharply, and Kon feels all three of them tense in his grip all at once, but it doesn’t matter. He's faster than Cassie, and stronger than Bart, and faster and stronger than Tim.
And they're all touching the same floor he is, so it wouldn't matter even if he wasn't.
The explosion triggers, every single level of the whole damn facility comes down on top of their heads, and as bad as it hurts, Kon still doesn’t let go of a single one of them until the whole world blacks out.
It might not be enough, but it has to be enough.
Enough for them, he means.
Not himself.