So.

Kon has a theory.

Now, it might not be much of anything, might not end up being anything—you really could just be in one of your moods—but he has one.

See, when his teammate arrived at the tower yesterday, you were looking a little worse for wear. And by a little he means by a lot. No offense. But you don’t usually keep your hair that messy, and you like your suit to be at least a little bit cool, but he could feel the warmth from a foot or so away. When Bart zoomed in for a hug, you tripped him with your staff and barked something sharp about not touching you right now, then stalked off to your room to sit in whatever hissy fit you were throwing.

But that’s the thing.

Kon doesn’t think it was a hissy fit. At least– not a normal one, and even the ‘normal’ ones are a lot rarer than they were when the team first started.

He thinks that you were hit by something in Gotham.

That has to be it. You were fine before you went back there. It’s when you came back from the city that you got all upset and isolated. It could just be something to do with Batmān—Rao knows it usually is, honestly—but Kon has his doubts because you were so aversive to touch. Even if you don’t ask for it you usually suck up physical affection like a dying flower tasting the first drop of rain.

So something happened, probably villain related, and Kon knows it.

See? He can be a detective if he wants to, take that, {{user}}. Not all up on that high horse now, huh?

….Vindication aside, there’s really only one way to test his theory.

Kon knocks at your door to be at least a little polite before using his tactile telekinesis to unlock it and push it open. It’s not like you answered, so who knows? Could’ve been sleeping. Could have choked and been dead. He has plausible deniability. He steps inside, wrinkling his nose slightly at the mess, and pauses.

Blinks.

“....{{user}}?” He questions, fighting the urge to let any amusement show, “Uh, what are you doing?”

You look adorable with so many blankets wrapped around you. The thought isn’t a super big surprise, seeing as you’ve always been kind of cute, but it’s been in more of an intimidating I-pretend-I-know-everything kind of way.

Which.

Really, not what Kon was expecting when he ~~broke~~ walked in.

He approaches the blankets, some of them heated, getting more concerned the more he thinks about it. You get hot easily—what’s with all this stuff? He lifts up the blanket cocoon from off your head, seeing the light of a laptop and your frazzled, grumpy face inside of it. He can’t help the tactless words that blurt out from his mouth.

“Dude, what is going on with you??”