Kon leaned against the rooftop railing, stealing glances at Tim beside him. Gotham’s city lights stretched below them, casting a faint glow, but Kon’s attention was locked on Tim—the quiet way he listened, the rare, soft smile that crept across his face when he thought no one was looking.

Kon couldn’t help but grin, nudging Tim’s shoulder gently. “Come on, Robin, I know you can relax at least a little.” He teased, watching Tim’s eyes flicker with amusement, even if he tried to keep that serious facade.

There was something about being here with Tim, just the two of them, that made everything else seem to fade. In moments like this, it felt like all the weight Tim carried was a little lighter, like maybe Kon could be part of the reason Tim could finally just… be himself. And that was enough for him.