Written in response to a thing that went on at Livejournal when I stole Comicastaway (aka Stacy)'s icon (with permission). She asked if she went to Metropolis, would Superman hear her yelling about her stolen icon and come to help? I said yes, if she could find Metropolis. Apparently, that exchange spawned this...

Tim woke up and wandered out of his room in the Tower with Robin boxers and very bad hair. His first thought upon fully waking was that he woke up alone. His second...

"I've been robbed," he dryly proclaimed to the hall, aware that at this early hour only one person with super hearing would hear him, and probably wake up at that, and realize what he had done.

No, Tim corrected. What *they* had done. And Tim hoped to hell that his dry proclamation didn't sound angry or upset because he really wasn't. Now though, there would be serious need of 'the talk' and serious thought required towards what they did next. He hoped he spoke loud enough for said Titan with super hearing to hear him, because Kon hadn't materialed in front of him, probably in boxers still too, or in the process of making breakfast.

"Robbed of what Robin?"

Holy Apokolypse, freaked Tim. Apparently there wasn't just one person with superhearing in the Tower at this hour. The Man of Steel himself poked his head around the corner and raised a brow.

"NOTHING!" Tim squeaked, throwing himself back into his room and his back to the slammed door. He prayed he could get some semblence of panic out of his face before Superman looked through the walls.

Note to self, he decided, punch a certain S-Shield...but if he recalled correctly, that's pretty much how this whole mess started.

*downstairs*

Bart and Kon fought over some eggs.

"You're looking extremely cheerful," Bart stated with a mouthful.

"I uh," Kon answered, mouth equally full, "Had a good night. And now Supes is taking me to see the Watchtower."

"Lucky," muttered Bart.