I fought the law (and the law won)

[mrsarcastic003]

There's not a whole lot to do, when you're marking time in a jail cell.  Tim has paced every inch of it, calculated the estimated area of his new living space (small), and counted the ceiling tiles (42 and 1/4).

He hasn't tried to escape, though he thinks he might be able to, if he really tried.  But he won't. 

Right now, he's lying on his cot, staring at the ceiling, and hoping that no one comes to visit him.  He's not sure he can face their disappointment.

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[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Kon just frowns.

"I'm not going to beat you up over it. You're a guilt machine, so I know you're already beating yourself up over it. Besides, I found out Bats is here now, so either he already covered that, or he'll have it covered."

He pauses, thinking.

"I don't want to think that what that creep Jason said, about the future, is true. About you dying, wearing the batsuit, like--"

Like in that future. His hands folded, he stares at the floor, brow furrowed in worry.

"I don't want to think any of that's true, but we know the whole Bat-Tim thing's a possibility." Breathing in deep, and looks up at a Tim, with hopeful blue eyes. "But just like I know you'd never let me turn into--into what I was, I'm not going to let you do the same. I promise. Now I have yet another reason to try not to take a dirt nap--keeping you out of trouble."

His expression squinches thoughtfully, and he smirks slightly, thinking of the future irritation that lies ahead. "Of course this means I'm going to bother you constantly and look over your shoulder every five minutes until I'm sure you're okay, but if that's what I gotta do, it's what I gotta do."

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim gives him a tiny smile. "Lucky me. Does 'every five minutes' include when I'm in the shower? Because that might get a little awkward."

He's taking a page from Kon's book--trying a little levity in what is definitely a serious situation. But then he sobers again, and looks back at Kon seriously.

"You're right--I won't let you be what you were in that future. I promise. And--thanks. For not giving up on me. Looks like you're going to have to stick around because--" he gestures around him. "Clearly, I need help staying out of trouble."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"I'm not gonna watch you in the shower." Eyeroll. "Too much like those creepy fanfictions that were on those creepy little websites back when we were in Young Justice. What did they call our pairing? You had the Mister Sarcastic getup then, so you and Secret were 'Sarcas-Mist,' me and Cassie were 'Clashing Titans' and you and I were...wasn't it 'Super Sarcasmic' or something?"

Kon snorts.

"But yeah, that's what best buds are for, right? Keeping each other out of trouble, or--in some cases--winding up in the same cell after you both screw up reaallly badly."

Superboy's look turns super sober. "But for that to happen, you have to stop going it alone. I know how hard that is--I mean, look at how I ran off to Smallville. But if you promise not to do it, I promise not to. Do we have a deal?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"Ugh, don't remind me," Tim says, making a face. "I try no tot remember that any more than is necessary. Which is never.

"But--deal." Tim nods, standing and crossing to the door. This definitely calls for a fist-bump. "No more going it alone."