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awhitehead17 · 1 year ago

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Lost and Found

Tim & Kon & Bart, Friendship, Angst, Injury, Hurt and Comfort, Recovery.

Summary: Tim just about loses his mind when Kon goes missing and no one knows where he is for over a month. When his best friend is eventually found, it’s not the happy reunion Tim would’ve liked it to have been.

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When the familiar sight of large red letters pop on his screen, Tim resists the urge to scream. It’s the same sight he’s been seeing for almost four weeks now and he’s sick of it, the same message appears on his computer screen telling him his latest search, his latest trial, has yet again failed. He resists the urge to put his fist through the screen.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out Tim attempts to control his raging emotions. He buries his face into his hands so he wouldn’t have to view the screen in front of him. He’s tired. He’s stressed. He’s at his wits end.

It’s been four weeks since Kon disappeared and no one has seen him since. His best friend just vanished without a trace and Tim couldn’t find anything about what happened to Kon. One day he was there and then the next he wasn't.

By now Tim’s exhausted all of his resources. Trying anything and everything he could to try and find out what’s happened to Kon. The best theory he’s come up with is that Kon’s been taken, but by who and why remains the mystery. Tim’s one of the world’s greatest detectives and yet he can’t find his own missing best friend. What does that say about him?

He’s currently in Ireland of all places, after his most recent lead having lead him across the Atlantic Ocean to the European country. The lead had turned out to be a dead end so the trip had been a waste of time but it doesn't mean Tim has stopped searching. Granted he hasn’t got most of his equipment with him as it’s all back at the cave in Gotham, but he has enough to continue with the hunt for his best friend.

Bart was the last one to have spoken to Kon. Apparently his team’s resident speedster was on the phone to the Kryptonian the night prior to Kon going missing, according to Bart they had been discussing where the best place to get burgers in America was. A topic of conversation that really didn’t hold much reason to be suspicious about.

Nevertheless they most definitely searched all the burger joints the two of them had mentioned just in case. They didn’t find him but one could never know.

In the search for Kon, Bart had exhausted himself to the point of collapse – certainly an impressive feat for his kind. The speedster continuously was circumnavigating the earth looking for any signs of Kon at all. By week three Wally had pretty much put a leash on Bart, not to stop him from looking, but to stop him from almost killing himself. If it’s not a leash it’s high supervision at most.

Cassie hadn’t been much better. After feinting during a mission due to exhaustion, Diana had all but banished Cassie to Themyscira for recovery and also to keep tabs on her.

Tim himself hadn’t escaped the close monitoring from his own mentor. When Tim got injured during a routine patrol, along with his body giving out due to the lack of nutritious and sleep he wasn’t getting, Bruce banned him from any case work and mandated bed rest until he had fully recovered. Even after he got put back on the roster for patrol, Bruce had either Jason or Cass shadowing him the entire time if he was solo patrolling.

Now Tim struggles in front of his screen once again upset and frustrated because he can’t find his best friend.

Everyone’s been looking for Kon, not just Tim’s team. Bruce is keeping an eye out and hasn’t reported anything, Diana is also keeping a lookout but remains silent, and even Clark has had absolutely no luck in finding Kon. To begin with they turned their eyes to Luthor being the culprit but for once the man is innocent and seemed just as upset about Kon’s disappearance as they are, he's got his feelers out looking for the missing Kryptonian too.

Being without Kon reminds Tim of the wretched time when Kon had died and Tim had to deal with life without him. Morbidly he wonders if that time had been better than now, at least back then he knew, at present he had no idea what’s happened to Kon.

“Timmy?”

At the sound of his nickname Tim sits up right and looks over his shoulder to find Dick standing across from him. It didn’t take much to guess what his brother is here for. Over the last four weeks Dick’s been in Bludhaven dealing with his own cases out but he’s been a constant presence on the other side of the phoneline which Tim appreciates.

When Tim announced he’s going to Ireland to continue his search Dick surprisingly hadn’t hesitated in offering his support to come so Tim wouldn’t be alone. Tim’s not stupid, he knew Dick offered so he would be able to watch over him so he doesn’t overwork himself as he has done in recent times. Tim doesn't protest against it though because he enjoys Dick’s company and wants his brother nearby.

Tim sighs. “Hey Dick.” That’s when he suddenly yawns, his tiredness catching up on him and pulling at his consciousness.

Dick approaches where Tim’s set up shop at the kitchen table of the Airbnb they’ve rented for their time in Ireland. His brother looks over his shoulder at Tim’s laptop screen, a frown forming on his face. “How long have you been sat here?”

“Dunno, lost track of time,” Tim shrugs nonchalantly. At this point he doesn’t even know what day it is, he only knows how long Kon’s been missing for now.

Reaching out slowly, Dick closes the screen of his laptop, shutting it so Tim could no longer see the damn red letters. His brother crouches down by his chair and meets his gaze, his hand coming up to cup the side of his face.

“You need to sleep kiddo. You've been sat here for a solid twelve hours, you’re not even out of your suit from last night.”

Confused Tim looks down at himself and sure enough he’s still in his tunic and leggings, although the armour is off. He hadn’t even realised. In his mind he figures twelve hours isn’t too bad, it was during week two of Kon been missing when he spent a hard core 50 hours in the cave, barely leaving the screen other than to go to the toilet. Last night Tim met up with some contacts in hopes of gaining information about Kon. Unfortunately he came back empty handed.

As Dick stands up he grabs hold of Tim’s arms and pulls him up as well. It’s a good thing Dick had hold on him because the moment he’s standing Tim sways and almost loses his balance, Dick keeps him up right and steady.

Deciding to not fight against his brother, a battle he’s lost many times in the past, Tim allows Dick to guide him away from the computer and towards his temporary bedroom. Despite not being on his laptop Tim’s mind is still reeling, trying to come up with ways he hasn’t tried yet in which may be successful in finding out where Kon is.

Just as the two of them reach the bedroom a gust of wind blows through the house followed by a few doors slamming. The noise has them pausing and turning around and Tim could only blink in surprise when he sees Bart standing there in the middle of the hallway looking frantic and even out of breath.

“Dude,” Bart gasps as his chest heaves up and down, he pauses for a moment to breathe properly.

At his pause Tim has no clue what to think. Had Bart just ran across the Atlantic Ocean? What for? What’s happened? Before he could ask any of his questions Bart continues talking.

“I know where he is.”

Tim’s moving before he even knows it. Pushing away from Dick he moves towards the ginger speedster, the two of them in sync without even having to talk, and Bart turns his back so Tim could climb on. Ignoring Dick’s protests Bart grabs hold of him tightly, hands Tim the goggles he uses any time they do this, and without wasting another second Bart sprints away.

Within minutes Bart slows down to a stop and places Tim back on the floor. Ripping the goggles off his face Tim frantically starts looking around, looking for any signs of Kon while also glancing at the speedster.

“Where is he?”

Tim doesn't even care where they are, all he wants to know is where Kon is. If this is the area where Bart’s claiming Kon is then he should be visible somewhere right?

As he looks around he notices how the surroundings feel somewhat familiar but he's not in his right mind to give this location a name. Familiar rocks are scattered in front of him, the ocean spreading out wide beyond the rocks and a massive cliff hanging over them from behind. Only if Tim wasn't in such a frantic mindset he might have actually appreciated the scenery.

How Bart knows Kon is in this location is a question Tim will ask later on, it’s not important right now as the only thing that matters is getting to Kon. Where is he? What condition is he in? Is he…

Tim’s shaken out of his thoughts by Bart tugging on his arm and begins pulling him in a direction. The two of them climb over particular shaped rocks, Tim following Bart step for step impatiently wanting to know where his best friend is.

“C’mon, he’s by the water. I don’t know what state he’s in because I immediately ran to get you to bring you here. But he's here.” Bart informs Tim over his shoulder as they clamber over the rocks.

A minute or two later Tim finally sees Kon for the first time in over a month. It’s not how he wanted to reunite with his best friend but he’s finally found him after all this time.

As Tim reaches Kon’s side, he finds his best friend’s body slumped against the rocks in an uncomfortable position, his head bent one way, an arm twisted behind his back, one leg stretched out with the other curled up close to his body. Further observation shows Kon's clothes being wet and ripped in places, he’s by the ocean so it’s easy to assume he’s been in the water, he’s shoeless but not sockless and his skin appears to be unharmed although that doesn't mean there isn’t any internal damage.

Taking great care, Tim kneels down beside Kon and gently places his fingers against his neck to check for a pulse. With great relief Tim feels it immediately, it’s not as strong as it should be but it’s there. After confirming he's alive Tim reaches out to carefully move Kon’s head, straightening his neck out so it doesn’t hurt him, and with Bart they rearrange Kon's body so he’s lying in a more comfortable position instead of in contorted position as he had been. After they’re done it simply looks like Kon’s decided to take a nap on top of some rocks.

Cupping Kon's cheek, Tim gently shakes him, trying to rouse him from unconsciousness. “Kon? Hey Kon, can you hear me? Conner, c’mon wake up for me.”

When a few minutes go by with no success Tim shares a concerned look with Bart. While it’s great Kon’s breathing it means nothing if they can’t get him to wake up even if it’s only for a few minutes.

“What's going on?”

The new voice makes them both jump, neither of them having expected anyone else to be nearby. When they look over their shoulders they find Dick and Wally standing nearby looking at them with worry and trepidation.

“He's not waking up.” Tim tells them, his voice thick with emotion. “He’s not waking up! Why isn’t he waking up! Kon. Kon please…”He starts shaking Kon harder, desperately trying to get his best friend to open his eyes.

Hands appear on Tim's shoulders and starts pulling him away from Kon.

“Tim, Tim you need to calm down. Getting worked up isn’t helping the situation.”

Ignoring the familiar voice speaking gently into his ear Tim fights off the hold on him, he’s fighting to keep his place at Kon’s side as the hands force him to move away. “No! He’s here, why isn’t he awake?” His normal ability to think rationally currently doesn’t exist. Tim’s world has narrowed to only Kon and how he’s not waking up.

Tim’s jarred out of his spiralling thoughts when two arms wrap around his chest like steel bands and he’s physically picked up and forced away from Kon. The person who picked him up turns them around so Tim's no longer looking at Kon but rather at the rocks surrounding them, he tries to fight against it, trying his best to get back to his best friend’s side but the arms lock around him and keep in place.

“Timmy, I know bud, trust me, I know. We’re going to help him okay.”

“I don’t, I – what happened, wait no, why-” Tim struggles to make even one coherent sentence.

“Tim, I promise…”

The promise never gets finished because there’s suddenly a blast of air followed by a loud crashing sound. Tim startles at the sudden sounds and feels the person who’s restraining him also jump at the unexpected noises, the two of them turn around and stare as Clark makes an appearance. He must have come straight from Metropolis considering he's in his office suit paired with the glasses and everything.

Clark says nothing as he strides forward to where Kon is. Wally, who has Bart in his arms, makes space for the man to be able to bend down beside him. Everything falls silent and tension rises as they wait for Clark to react, the man most likely scanning Kon for his injuries and assessing him in ways they can’t.

After a few minutes Clark straightens up and glances around at them all. Tim feels the arms around him adjust their hold, no longer restraining him but hugging him close to the person behind him, it’s only now Tim realises it’s Dick.

“I’m taking him to the fortress.” Clark speaks up, his words resolute.

No one dares argue with him but Tim feels a burning desire to yell when Clark bends down and gently picks Kon up and carries him in his arms. That’s his best friend, the one who has been missing for four weeks, Tim’s only just got him back and now he's losing him again. Everyone stays silent as Clarks takes off into the air with Kon and they continue staring silently until the man of steel could no longer be seen.

The arms around Tim squeeze him gently and bring him back into the moment. “C’mon Tim let’s get back to the house, we can wait for further news there. Wally, you and Bart are more than welcome to join us.”

Tim misses the speedster’s response as everything turns into a haze. He knows Kon is safe, now, but it completely destroys him that he isn’t by his best friends side. If Bart’s spaced out expression is anything to go by he must be having the same feelings as Tim.

The two older Titans work together to get Tim and Bart back to the house, Tim can’t be certain as the journey is a blur but he’s pretty sure Wally made three round trips in order to get them all back at the house. Alongside Bart Tim sits on the couch feeling completely detached from anything, unable to get the images of Kon’s lifeless body out of his mind. He doesn't know how long he sits there for but eventually his mind loses the battle to stay conscious and before he knows it he falls asleep completely exhausted from everything that’s happened over the last month.

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“What the fuck happened to you, man?”

It’s the question they’ve all been thinking and now hopefully they can get some answers.

“I’ve told you already. I don’t know! I don’t remember anything.”

Or perhaps not.

In frustration Tim groans, letting his annoyance be heard clearly by the two other occupants in the room with him. In the bed Tim is currently sat next to is Kon, propped up by pillows and covered with blankets, looking exhausted but awake. On the other side of the bed Bart is sat in a chair with his feet propped up on the mattress.

At his noise Kon rolls his eyes. “Well sorry Tim, I was pretty out of it and remember next to nothing about the last month and a half.”

Tim winces at Kon’s sharp tone. He looks up at his best friends apologetically. “I didn’t mean it like that Kon. Sorry. It’s just – god you have no idea how sick and worried we all were. If we could have anything that would help us understand what happened to you I’d feel better and then we’d be able to help you.”

Kon shakes his head dejectedly. “I don’t know what to tell you Tim, I wish I knew more but I don’t. Everything is just… blank.”

“It’s weird you ended up in Ireland of all places, well Northern Ireland, at Giants Causeway nonetheless. Did you wash up there by accident? Were you placed there on purpose?”

“I don’t know Tim.” Kon snaps at him. Tim admits he deserved it that time, he’s getting lost in his thoughts and throwing out burning questions he has.

After his sort of breakdown when they returned back to the house in Ireland, it finally clicked in Tim’s mind where they had found Kon. The UNESCO site of the country, Giants Causeway, is known for the natural phenomenon of hexagonal shaped rocks, that’s why they looked familiar as Tim had seen pictures of it before. How Bart had found him there was apparently pure luck according to the speedster. He hasn’t yet gone into detail of how he found Kon but Tim will work on getting the answer out of his friend soon enough, there may be clues in how Bart found him to what in fact had happened to Kon. It’s important enough to focus on, however for now that’s for a later date.

“Your memory will probably come back in time,” Bart pipes up blinking at the two of them, “didn’t they say temporary amnesia is most likely to happen? Your memories should return eventually. Or they won’t. But they might.”

“They did say that but its not definite so it’s not exactly helpful right now.” Kon comments with a frown.

Tim mimics the action, feeling his own frustration at the situation grow. It’s been two weeks since they found Kon, half of that Kon had been isolated by Clark at the fortress as he recovered and woke up from what had been a five day coma. Once Clark deemed Kon well enough he allowed the young Kryptonian to return to the farm where he’s on strict bedrest for a few weeks until results and answers came back to what had happened to him.

When he returned to the farm Tim and Bart were finally allowed to see Kon. Despite knowing Kon had been found and was recovering in the fortress, Tim didn’t truly relax until he saw Kon awake with his own eyes. The relief he felt was almost knee buckling when he entered Kon’s bedroom and found his best friend sitting up, weakly grinning at him like the last six weeks hadn’t been hell.

Unfortunately while they got Kon back, his best friend had returned not remembering anything from his time being missing. It was a major concern but not one they could do much about. The doctors who Clark trusted to care for Kon, didn’t have any answers they could provide, other than saying what Bart had pointed out: the memories may or may not return and if they do it will take time.

The lack of answers leaves Tim torn in between wanting to go out and search for said answers, because whoever the fuck kidnapped his best friend deserves an ass beating (they deserve something far worse than that Tim thinks to himself, at least the morally grey part of him anyway), and then not wanting to leave Kon’s side so he can keep him in his sights at all times.

It kinda says what way he’s leaning too considering he hasn’t left the farm in four days.

Kon yawning breaks Tim out of his thoughts and his eyes dart straight to his best friend, who despite has done nothing but sit in bed all day, looks exhausted. Stretching in his seat Tim meets his gaze.

“Is there anything you want or anything you need? Pain killers? Fresh water? Sun lamp?”

His concern has Kon scowling at him. “I don’t need to be coddled Tim, I appreciate the care but you’re over doing it.”

Not taking offense to the comment Tim narrows his eyes at Kon. “As if you haven’t coddled me before when I’ve been injured. I just want to make sure you’re alright Kon.”

“Yeah but that’s different, that’s-”

Tim cuts him off before he could finish that sentence. “I swear to god, if you say it’s because I’m human, imma beat your ass into next Tuesday.”

Bart snorts and Kon’s sheepish expressions tells Tim everything. He grits his teeth and counts to ten. He reminds himself this isn’t the time to have the whole meta/non-meta argument yet again, and because Kon is injured he’ll let it slide this time.

Standing up Tim glares at Kon and shakes his head huffing as he does. “Anyway, I’m going to grab some of Ma’s soup, Kon you’ll eat at least half alright. You need to start getting nutrients back into your body. Bart I’ll bring you up a bowl too.”

Bart beams at this. Sending Tim a sunny grin he asks, “can you also bring some of the fresh bread she made this morning. That stuff is amazing!”

Tim snorts. “Sure.” He was planning to anyway but he’ll be sure to bring extra.

As he moves towards the door a thought crosses his mind. Before he could think better of it, Tim turns around and darts over to the bed and wraps his arms – gently – around Kon and holds him tightly. Kon startles at the sudden contact but doesn’t push him away, his arms come up and weakly wrap around Tim in return.

Fighting the burning sensation in his eyes which threaten to turn into tears Tim presses closely to Kon, letting his head rest against his best friend’s.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I missed you so much, I’m glad you’re back.”

Kon doesn’t say anything in return, not that Tim was expecting him too, but the squeeze he gets is an answer in itself.

Unable to resist Tim presses a kiss to Kon's temple before finally pulling away. He lets his best friend go and quickly heads for the door before anyone could say anything. Tim could feel the emotion building up inside of him and knows he needs to step out of the room to be able to get a hold of himself, being able to get the soup is a good diversion alongside it.

He means it, how he’s glad Kon is back. Once Kon is up on his feet they can work together in solving what had happened to him in the time he had been missing and fix together those missing pieces of his memory.

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