Fic: Freaking Kids. Kon, Bart/Tim. G.
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museofspeedTitle: Freaking Kids
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Kon, Bart/Tim
Prompt: 41. Shapes
Word Count: 230
Rating: G
Summary: Kon and a de-aged Tim and Bart. This will not end well.
Previously.
Author's Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coldfiredragon's Cliche ficathon.
Kon hated magic. He really, really did.
Even when it didn't affect him.
Tim started drawing weird shapes on the wall.
Scratch that, he especially hated it when it didn't affect him.
"Stop it, Rob," Kon said, grabbing the wriggling kid and wrenching the markers out of Tim's hands with his TTK.
Tim scowled. "Who's this Rob person? Toldja I'm Timothy Jackson Drake and my daddy could beat up your daddy."
"I seriously doubt that," Kon said. "Look, Timothy Jackson Drake – where'd Bart go?"
Tim just smirked.
"Oh, you got me to release my patented tactile telekinesis on him, didn't you?" Kon knew Robin was crafty, but he'd thought that it was something Batman had trained into him.
"Ima distrac-shun," Tim said, squirming until Kon put him down. "But Bart says he's gonna come back for me an' we're gonna run 'way and get married."
"You aren't old enough to get married even at your real age," Kon said.
Tim stuck out his tongue. "You've got stupid pointless belts."
"What does that even have to do with anything?"
"CmonTimmyIgotcha!" Bart shouted, not slowing down for even a second as he grabbed Tim and ran.
"Get back here!" Kon yelled, but of course, Bart was gone. Great, now Kon would have to try and catch them again.
And Kon had thought he was getting off easy when Zatanna had de-aged the other two boys and not him.
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters: Kon, Bart/Tim
Prompt: 41. Shapes
Word Count: 230
Rating: G
Summary: Kon and a de-aged Tim and Bart. This will not end well.
Previously.
Author's Notes: For
coldfiredragon's Cliche ficathon.Kon hated magic. He really, really did.
Even when it didn't affect him.
Tim started drawing weird shapes on the wall.
Scratch that, he especially hated it when it didn't affect him.
"Stop it, Rob," Kon said, grabbing the wriggling kid and wrenching the markers out of Tim's hands with his TTK.
Tim scowled. "Who's this Rob person? Toldja I'm Timothy Jackson Drake and my daddy could beat up your daddy."
"I seriously doubt that," Kon said. "Look, Timothy Jackson Drake – where'd Bart go?"
Tim just smirked.
"Oh, you got me to release my patented tactile telekinesis on him, didn't you?" Kon knew Robin was crafty, but he'd thought that it was something Batman had trained into him.
"Ima distrac-shun," Tim said, squirming until Kon put him down. "But Bart says he's gonna come back for me an' we're gonna run 'way and get married."
"You aren't old enough to get married even at your real age," Kon said.
Tim stuck out his tongue. "You've got stupid pointless belts."
"What does that even have to do with anything?"
"CmonTimmyIgotcha!" Bart shouted, not slowing down for even a second as he grabbed Tim and ran.
"Get back here!" Kon yelled, but of course, Bart was gone. Great, now Kon would have to try and catch them again.
And Kon had thought he was getting off easy when Zatanna had de-aged the other two boys and not him.
