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Title: Coming Back
Author: Cat_13145
Pairing: Past  Tim/Kon
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon, various OC.
Warnings: Slash relationships, cross-dressing and hacking.
Summary: What's really going on in DC.
Author's notes: I'm not keeping up with DC (or any comic except Captain America) currently. Thus if I make any huge errors, I'm sorry.
This is just what's really happening to the two Robins currently. (N.B. I know Kon is back, but when I started writting this, he wasn't).
Disclaimer (sorry forgot to put this on the first one, so use for both) If you recognise it, then it's not mine.

 

Chapter 2

“This a bad time?” Jason spun around ready to tell whoever it was that yes this was a bad time, in fact they couldn’t have picked a worse time if they tried, then he saw who it was.

James Buchan Barnes, once known as Bucky, and currently as Captain America was balanced on the kitchen windowsill, a black trench coat throw roughly over his costume and without his cowl.

“No more any other.” he moved away from the sink, as James dropped onto the draining board, and then on to the floor, ditching the coat as he went.

His left arm, a metallic arm to replace one he’d lost, was a mess.

“Jesus, what happened?” then he shook his head. “You know what, forget it. I can’t know.”

He grabbed the small tool kit he kept around for just such an occasion and tackled the arm with a menace. Moments passed in silence, before Bucky spoke.

“Dammed Phantom pains.” Jason made a grunt, though he wasn’t entirely sure that given the telepathic links that he’d seen between James and the limb, he wasn’t entirely sure it was phantom.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Who says anything is?”

“One psychotic sidekick to another!”

Jason sighed, but as he had said before he owed James one, so he outlined the events of the evening.

James frowned. “You are aware that it’s perfectly normally for people to see, or think they see their loved ones after they died, Right? I know I did with Steve for months. Admittedly that might have more to do with…” he stopped as Jason held up his hand. “Sorry. Forgot.”

Jason snorted. “It’s not really that, it’s…” he hunted out some metal and began to repair the arms casing. “When I went up there, the computer was off. But I saw Tim switch it on before I left the room.”

He watched as the former Russian’s assassin’s brow drew together. “You think someone may have hacked the computer.”

Jason nodded.

“And you think you know who?”

Jason snorted. “I’ve got a few thoughts.”

“None of which you can share, because…” He jerked his head towards a picture. “Thanks for your help.” He paused and added. “There’s a new Chinese place on sixth. Want to check it out?”
Jason nodded, and James was gone. And if Big brother thought that he and James were dating (which was silly as James was involved with a Russian Spy, who could kill Jason as easily as look at him), well Jason wasn’t going to complain.

Especially as he knew it would really piss off Dick that Jason had bedded Captain America before he had.

***

Tim tried to force his attention on to the armour, but his mind wasn’t in it.

He was sitting in the living room, listening to Jason doing the washing up.

He didn’t fancy using the computer again, so he was handwriting it, but he was the first to admit that he’d read the same page five times and couldn’t remember anything on it.

With a sigh, he pushed the book away and tried to think about what had happened rationally.

Kon was dead. Dead people didn’t come back.

Jason did. His internal voice contradicted. So did Clark, Green Arrow, Hal Jordan, lots of people.

But they were all…originals. And Kon had been a clone.

He rubbed his face. Beside which the dead tended to come back after or just before a major crisis. And O.K. Jason’s friends in New York tended to claim things were going to hell, in the rest of the country things were O.K.

He sighed, slinging his legs back down.

What he needed, and he hated to admit it, was to talk to someone in the caped community. Someone to whom resurrection of the dead wouldn’t sound as crazy, or blasphemous, as it did to most normal people.

Unfortunately part of the deal included no contact with the caped community, and while Tim was fairly Dick knew about the help Jason had been providing to unregistered heroes, he knew he’d not be allowed to slide.

Jason, in Dick’s view at least, was too screwed up to fix. Tim, for some reason, Dick still believed could get better if he stayed away from all that.

Tim didn’t think so. He wasn’t good at being Goody, Goody, Tim Drake anymore, Jason had already been called into school about him get into fights, cutting classes, back chat, the list went on.

Jason had fed them some bullshit about the difficulties of adjustment, grief, and Dick had made a generous donation to the school’s funds.

Briefly, he toyed with the idea of telling Kyle, after all the guy had agreed to be his friend, but quickly decided against it.

He didn’t need anyone else watching him like he was about to break down in front of them.

***

The new Chinese place was called the Golden Dragon, though according to James that was not what the characters over the door proclaimed.

He refused to tell Jason what it meant, so he’d lapsed into silence.

After a few moments, James made the sign it was safe for them to talk.

“Damian?” James leaned back in his chair. “I know you call him spawn of Satan, but you are aware you’re accusing your brother?”

“Adopted Brother.” Jason growled, though he’s aware it doesn’t really make any difference “and it makes sense. If he pushes Tim over the edge entirely, then he gets Robin.”

“Thought you said Dick gave Damian Robin.” James said, leaning back. He looked like he would like to smoke, even though he’d told Jason that nearly dying quit him of the habit. Jason had no idea how. It hadn’t worked for him.

“You don’t know Dick.” He sighed. “Boy Blunder, with a stick the size of …”

“I get the picture.” James was frowning. He got to his feet. “We need to move.”

Jason looked up, catching in the mirror a tall man with tattoo and mullet. His arm was around some guy, so Jason guessed they were off duty. Somehow he couldn’t see Norman Osborne been any more tolerant than Bruce, about dating. Jason had never tried bringing a guy home, but he had heard the rumors about Bruce’s reaction towards Dick and Roy.

Carefully they slipped out.

“So what are you going to do?” James asked, as they made their way along street. Jason shrugged. “I can’t ask Babs for help, cos the first thing she’ll do is tell Dick. And if it is just Tim fantasying, it doesn’t seem fair to get him in trouble for that.”

He was surprised to notice James looking at him strangely. “You really care about him?”

“And you don’t about…what’s that kid’s name, Patriot?”

James nodded. “But I never tried to kill him.”

Jason snorted. “Last time was provocation and PTSD. Combat fatigue as you knew it.” James made to clip Jason’s ear, but he easily dodged him.

“And the first time?”

Jason shifted. “I wanted there to be any more. No one should have to know what we know. Do what we did. Die like we did.”

James slowly withdrew a cigarette case from the confines of his jacket and offered Jason one. After a pause, Jason accepted.

TBC