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“Out.” Conner replied, seeing at how Tim was more concern on W H E R E they were going compared to to W H Y he wanted to be with Superboy. He couldn’t really remember a time Conner ever just H A N G out with Tim. And well, he wasn’t C L O S E to the new Robin compare to Dick, Nightwing. Things change and maybe he didn’t W A N T them to change.

He slowly walked out of the quarters that La’gann and M’gann were at. Last thing Conner wanted was to be S T U C K In a room while they confess L O V E to reach other. It was just a blow to his own emotions and past experiences with M’gann. It wasn’t long until Superboy walked himself into the kitchen, spacing out as he A L M O S T forgot how much he wanted to leave, yet something tugged him to stay.

Conner did notice, how Tim tagged along. “You’re still here?” Awkwardly rubbing his neck, he figured he would just     L E A V E him, not follow. He placed his hands upon the kitchen counter, exhaling through his teeth as he took a sharp inhale. “I       don’t know W H A T I’m doing.”

Conner’s got a brusque, explosive kind of anger. A loud bark of monosyllabic bitten off words. But Tim is used to anger, to a loud bark. He’s trained with the villains of Gotham– and they’re a chatty and mentally unstable bunch. Plenty of anger all pent up in one city, precarious balance, sometimes the whole place seems like a powder keg kept on the edge of critical reaction point. Just a little nudge and the city could go into a full on meltdown. Conner just isn’t as scary as living in Gotham could be.

   Oh sure, he’s plenty capable of destruction. As much as any of them. Or all of them together. 

( But he’s a good person, with a good heart– even if he’s got a temper. )

Conner looks surprised upon turning, seeing that Tim had followed. Well, he was about to learn that Tim Drake did not give up on things, not easily. Not when he thought it was the right course of action. It seemed obvious to him that Superboy– that Conner, needed a friend right now. Somebody he could talk to. Or maybe it’s just that Tim gravitates to wounded types, wants to help them, even if there isn’t much he could do. It was pretty much the reason he’d become Robin in the first place.

“ Uh– yeah. I mean, I’m not going anywhere.” He says, almost a surprise to himself until the words are out of his mouth. It sounds right. Conner needs somebody who isn’t going to just– walk away from him. Tim won’t either because he’s stubborn or like that or he doesn’t have the good sense God gave a lemming.

“ Well, I’m not an expert but…I’m pretty sure you’re mourning.”

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L O S T in his own thoughts about M’gann and La’gaan. I T made his B L O O D boiled, it was       at least to him, a complicated but understandable break up. He grew old internally not E X T E R N A L L Y. Someone told Conner he was like Peter Pan and he S T I L L had no clue what that meant, if he had time maybe he’ll look it up later. Another superhero? Probably not.

S O M E T H I N G pinged at Superboy hearing when an all too familiar voice started to talk. Conner rolled his eyes at hearing Tim statement. “D O you like being a narrator of my life? W R O T E a book yet?” Crossing his arms, he exclaims. “La’gaan lucky I don’t H A V E any more Lex shields.” Needless to say, he didn’t W I S H to get get anymore.

Turning away from M’gann and La’gaan he was more focus on Robin now. “Let’s go.”

Conner turns his head toward him sharply, like a dog at a sudden whistle or ringing of a dinner bell. He’s still frowning, dark brows furrowed over eyes that are– far more intense than Tim was figuring they’d be. That was as somebody with vast experience on intense focussed stares. After all, he was the protege of Batman & he’d ended up that way by going to Bruce’s front door and telling him he knew his secret vigilante alter ego. So Tim’s been on the receiving end of the intense focus and measuring stare to pretty much end them all. This one still kind of makes the hairs on his neck stand on end, gaze like a jolt of static electricity into the air around him. Words kind of…dry up on his tongue. He falters visibly for a moment, at a loss for the words he thought he had right there in his throat. “Uh– I– no?” Hates the hesitance and lack of surety in his voice. He absurdly– wants to apologize. Tell Conner he didn’t mean anything by it. Just that he– that Tim noticed him, that he knew it couldn’t be the easiest situation for him. He just…wanted to remind him that Conner may have lost a girlfriend but, he hadn’t lost a team.

He’s not really sure how much good or comfort that counts for right now though. Tim probably should have nudged Dick in Conner’s direction. Conner knew Dick, better at least than he knew Tim. Though Tim felt like sort of a expert on all of them– if only from observation if not interaction. But’s he’s always been better at studying people– parsing them out– than he was at actually talking to them. 

“ Where exactly are we going? “ 

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Conner has worked himself up into a pretty impressive frown, Tim would tell him that he got any better at it– he might just reach Batman levels of brooding. But he’s pretty sure the joke wouldn’t hit it’s mark. He’s doing pretty well at staring through Lagoon Boy without drawing too much attention in return. Tim’s been watching him, subtly of course, over the rim of his tablet. He has to be good at doing it subtly, most people are— uncomfortable about observation. As harmless and well meaning as Tim intends it to be. He just wants to know these people. Understand them. He wants to be their friend like they already consider Dick to be their friend. But the detective traits were strong in him even before Batman took him on as Robin. 

“ You know I don’t think La’gaan knows how lucky he is you don’t have heat vision. “