Conner Kent is Superboy (super_conner) wrote in newalliance, @ 2017-05-22 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | red robin, speedy ii, superboy |
Who: Conner, Red Robin, Speedy, NPC!HYDRA agent
What: Conner’s at the office and gets a surprise guest
Where: LexCorp CEO office
When: May 21st, Sunday night
Rating: Ew, blood! (PG-13ish)
Conner was worried about James. And he hated that he hadn’t been more in touch with the Titans even though he was essentially taking a sabbatical from the team to get his head together and try to improve LexCorp. The email he had gotten about a week ago of the programs he had been looking into having been deleted had angered him. And he had contemplated telling Tim the information but hell, the Boy Wonder probably already knew. A small part of Conner wondered if it had been Tim who had deleted the files or possibly Bruce.
He had forced himself to calm down and focus on the work of running the multibillion dollar company. A lot of livelihoods were dependant on the company being run. Kent, Wayne, and Tim were dealing with the Lena clone. Conner had decided to stay out of it and let those three sort it out since none of them seemed to need or want him involved.
It was why he was currently sitting in the office as the evening hours grew later and later and the sun slowly dipped below the skyline of the city. Conner rubbed his eyes and got up, moving over to the small area where an array of drinks sat. Under Lex there had been fine alcohol and the like there. Conner had gotten rid of all that and now water (regular and vitamin), sports drinks, an array of varying pops, as well as coffees and teas lined the shelves. Grabbing a cup, Conner poured water and used his heat vision to get the water to the temperature he liked before selecting some green tea.
Steeping it, he wandered back over to his desk when he heard a knock. He looked up and smiled at the cleaning lady as she entered.
“Sorry to disturb you sir, is it okay if I clean?”
“Of course it is. Maybelle, right?” he assured her, a warm smile on his face. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“You have been working long hours lately.”
He smiled, sipping on his tea as he sat down on the desk, watching as she moved around the room, gathering up the little bit of trash in the office before she began dusting. “I know. It makes me miss just going out and fighting crime but...this is a new challenge. One I need to be serious about. A lot of lives depend on LexCorp running smoothly. Hell, on just running. Just because I have issues with Luthor doesn’t mean everyone else in the company should suffer, right?”
“You have a good heart sir,” she replied, returning to her cleaning cart to get more supplies. Conner smiled and turned to his desk. He could hear her humming and smiled more. Making sure the employees at LexCorp, even if they were just ‘lowly’ cleaners, had a living wage was one of the things he had been fighting for. And when it had gone through, all the janitorial staff had been incredibly happy and supportive. It gave Conner a good feeling, like when he saved someone from almost certain death.
So he didn’t think anything of Maybelle humming. He had just set the cup of tea down and was about to walk around to sit at his desk when he heard a strange sliding sound with a metal click. He frowned and started to turn when he heard a soft pop and something painful ripped into his chest. He fell forward over the desk before he fell to the floor, a burning, throbbing sensation pulsing with every beat of his heart. He looked up at Maybelle and frowned at her as she stood over him, the kind look on her face gone and replaced with one of malice and contempt.
“M...May…” he struggled.
“Just shut up and die,” she sneered.
She tugged a knife out and slammed it into Conner’s gut. He gasped in pain, his eyes widening in shock. The knife was regular steel so how… That bullet...Kryptonite… he realized. He coughed as the knife was rather cruelly yanked out. “W...why?”
“Hail HYDRA,” was her reply. With that, she hurried back to her cart and left, wheeling it out and locking the office. With Conner being the only one left on the CEO level for the day, she was confident that he would die. And given she had looped the security feed to show that Conner was at his desk still working… Well the odds were in her favor.
Back in the office, Conner rolled to his stomach and slowly crawled over to the couch and small table that held his phone. Reaching up, he fumbled for a few moments before it fell off to the floor. A few seconds later he had brought up contacts and Tim’s information popped up. Given he wasn’t sure if Tim would take his call, he hit text.
[cvodw grene]
Hitting send, he rested his head on his arm, hoping that he had spelled out code green clear enough for Tim to get and realize he was trapped with Kryptonite. He couldn’t call Clark because the rock would affect him too. Tim was his best hope. He just had to hold on.
~~~
The phone rang seconds later, Robin’s voice firm on the other side. Firm because he needed to not panic and think.
“Where are you?”
~~~
The phone ringing made Conner stir and he forced his eyes open. Seeing it was Tim, he swiped to answer, suppressing a cough. He knew the green rock was slowly poisoning him and would start to make him bleed faster.
“L-Lex...Corp...office…” he said, hoping his voice didn’t sound too weak or wet with blood. His abdomen and back felt like they were on fire from the wounds. “S-south...east...corner window...slides…” Given Tim liked rooftops, it would be the fastest way in.
~~~
There was the sound of tires shrieking and the rev of a motorbike. “Give me twenty-five minutes.” He sounded calm. Conner would know better. He wasn’t. He was just staying focused.
“What injuries do you have? Are you laying on your back?”
~~~
Conner could hear the squealing of the tires and Tim’s bike. To anyone who didn’t know Tim would think he was calm and collected. And while the collected part might be true, the calm part wasn’t.
Reaching up, Conner let out a pain filled grunt as he ripped his shirt off. Biting his lip, he whimpered as he pressed it against his abdomen. He needed to slow the blood loss until Tim could get to him and dig the kryptonite out of his back.
“Shot...in back...with the kryptonite...s-stabbed too...gut…” And with the sun all but down, the rays wouldn’t be able to help him.
~~~
“Where were you shot?” Then, “Which is bleeding worse?”
~~~
While he was no medic, the more information he could give Tim, the better his friend could tend to him. “Back...shoulder. Left side. Think...gut’s bleeding worse...she wrenched the knife out...straight blade.” Conner was trying to focus on his breathing, to keep his heart rate steady and slow so he wouldn’t bleed heavily.
“Got my shirt...on my stomach…laying...on right side…”
~~~
“We’re lucky, then. The bullet was either faulty or your would be assassin is a poor shot. Lay on your back. Elevate your feet. Keep pressure on your stomach. And Don’t. Die.”
~~~
“Can I hope for both?” he returned. Shifting to do as Tim instructed, he whimpered before coughing violently, a little bit of blood sliding out of the side of his mouth. “For...the record...I’m not a fan...of being stabbed.” Talking would keep him alert and it would also allow Tim to know of any changes that happened between now and until the time he got here.
~~~
“For the record, I’m not a fan of you being stabbed either.” A new sensation for certain for Conner. Vulnerable did not suit him, and it made Tim’s mind want to wrench with alarm.
He was there in 24 minutes, bypassing security rapidly and swinging into Conner’s office from the window, sliding it shut behind him in the same motion as landing. He was in full gear, eyes sweeping the room before he went to Conner, kneeling at his side where he could still see all the entries to the room. Then he dropped his gaze to the wound, thumb edging under the gory shirt to take a look at the stomach wound briefly.
“Can you roll over?”
~~~
The half Kryptonian tensed when he heard someone entering but relaxed when he saw Tim. Letting his hand fall away from his shirt, he had no doubt that Tim could feel how wet it was from the blood. The wound was mostly clean but it was clear that it had been twisted on removal.
“Try…” Conner said. Gritting his teeth, he shifted and managed to get onto his side before he stopped, a tear slipping past his guard from the pain. “Cleaning lady...Maybelle…” he said. “Heard her cocking...a gun so I was turning when she shot me…” The bullet wound in his left shoulder showed that his turning had saved him from the bullet nicking his heart but it was still embedded in his chest. There was also the sickly look of the kryptonite poisoning Conner’s cells and radiating outward from the wound.
“Thanks...for coming…” Conner knew he hadn’t been the greatest of rational people lately, especially when it came to Tim. But Tim had been the first person he thought of to call.
~~~
“Keep your thanks for a while.” There was a press of fingers on the wound. “Because you’re not going to like me in the very, very near future.” That was punctuated by the snikt of a blade coming out of a sheathe.
Tim lay a hand on Conner’s head, his voice more Tim-like than Robin-like for just a whisper. “Just breathe…”
Then Tim left him again, instead an unspeaking Robin considering the trajectory of the bullet, seeing the anatomy in his mind of where it would have likely landed based on how Conner was breathing. One more sweep to check the room’s entries, then he bent low. A new burn and stinging started, quickly turning worse and agonizing as new blood welled up and flesh was cut to allow Tim a path. The priority was getting the kryptonite out and away from Conner. That meant swiftness over comfort.
~~~
Conner couldn’t stop the whimper of pain as Tim probed the wound. At the words, he gritted his teeth and gave a nod, doing his best to relax. Feeling the slice into his skin he gasped in pain and clenched his fists, his arm muscles straining as Conner resisted the urge to lash out against what was causing him pain.
The labored breathing didn’t stop until Tim had finished and dug the kryptonite out of his flesh. While he could still feel the effects, the burning and pain had greatly lessened. Tears of relief spilled from his blue eyes as he sagged, barely keeping from passing out.
“Ouch…” he muttered finally, his voice thick with pain. Not the full words he wanted to say but it was a very poor attempt at humor.
~~~
A sweep of cloak and swift steps. Tim was carrying it away from him, creating distance and barrier to prevent the radiation from continuing to affect him. Then he was back, as abruptly as he’d left, checking the wound on his back (even bigger now).
“Yeah, ouch.” Again his voice had changed some, quieter, sympathetic for his friend (Once-friend, a nagging voice said in the back of his mind). Tim was somewhere under the cowl again, easily detected by the stressed heartbeats and his having to force his breathing even. “You did well. Very well, all things considered.” Kryptonites rarely got to experience the agony of cuts and punctures, what it was like to be easily broken. Tim was pulling out military grade gauze, packing it over the wound tightly after a brief swiping away of blood. There was no sense packing the wound. Conner just needed to be okay for sunrise.
“All right… Over again. I can look at your stomach now.”
~~~
The distance between Conner and the kryptonite helped. Even if there was no sun, the bleeding was starting to slow. It was still slow compared to how it should have been with the sun out but it was faster than a normal human.
At the order, Conner nodded and shifted so he was on his back again. Letting his head rest on the floor, he closed his eyes, forcing slow, steady breaths. “There’s...an email...I got...few days ago...deleted files...Cadmus II, project that made me, something called Thorul. Don’t know who did it…” He opened his eyes and looked at Tim. “So you know...in case it helps find Lena…” Now probably wasn’t the time to talk about that but Conner wanted to make sure that Tim knew. Conner had been unfair to Tim. Not to mention Tim was in a tough spot. There was loyalty to the Bat that Tim had while he also had loyalty to Conner as a friend. Conner supposed he was a bit jealous that the loyalty to Bruce had won out.
~~~
Tim considered the information even as he checked the wound more thoroughly, assuring himself nothing was immediately critical (at least for a Kryptonian). So long as Conner didn’t bleed out or go into any shock… but Tim was sure they were well out of that danger zone. Now it was just a cautionary, butterfly bandaging the gore wound closed to help it seal.
“I’ve not heard anything, but I would put money on Luthor.” He almost got up to walk away without another word, remembered that was something the Robins would do to each other, knowing they were just getting materials. So he hurriedly stopped, holding a hand up. “I’ll be right back. Just getting some items to get the blood off of you.”
~~~
Conner nodded in agreement. “My thoughts… Someone with access to a LexCorp ID.” Hearing Tim move, he opened his eyes and watched as he got up. “I’ll just be lying around,” he joked, giving a lopsided (albeit painful) grin.
He laid there then suddenly remembered something his pain laced mind had almost forgotten. So once Tim returned. “Analyze that bullet!” he exclaimed, shifting to push himself up, wincing in the process. “Maybelle, if that’s even her name. Before she left she told me something.” He looked Tim in the eye, his own face grim. It was the only lead they had at the moment of where James could possibly be. So Conner would hope.
“Hail HYDRA.”
~~~
“Hey, lay down,” he protested when Conner tried to sit up. He had dampened paper towels with him and some other items he’d swiftly scavenged. He froze briefly when Conner repeated the words, and there was no way to hide his reaction from Conner’s sharp hearing. Instead he lowered his chin, thinking and glowering. Then he pulled a phone out of his pocket, starting to send messages swiftly.
“If they’re going after you, they will be going after him. Where you are at every night is predictable. We’ll have to hope they can’t trace or predict where he’ll be.”
Then he knelt down again, helping to mop up the mess off Conner. “...It’s better if you’re not reported dead. In fact, probably better no one knows about this at all.”
~~~
Conner hadn’t gotten very far in sitting up. He had given up when the pain was too much. Which was probably good. When Tim froze though, Conner could tell his friend was pissed. “Should’ve told you sooner but...friggin pain...messes with your head.”
He winced a bit as Tim cleaned him up. Some of the blood was dried and caked on in spots. “Agreed.” He pointed at the computer. “I can call up Maybelle’s hiring records so we can track her. Though I doubt she’ll be a fruitful lead.” But it was all they had really. “Ten bucks says she looped the security feed too so no one would find me until morning when I’d bled out.” He looked at the carpet and winced at the blood trail from in front of the desk to near where he currently was.
“.....thanks for coming Rob...I...know I haven’t been the best company these last few months and...I’m sorry.”
~~~
“Likely not. Hydra’s terribly resourceful. Them getting a hold of a piece of that forsaken rock is proof enough of that. But I don’t want them to think they were successful. Nor do I want anyone to know you were vulnerable.” He looked to the blood on the floor, planning on how to deal with that.
Tim stared at him for only a brief second before shaking his head, one red stained towel replaced with another. “You were lied to and have been busy here. I’m not a good friend. It’s fine.” He sighed, sitting back finally, taking in the floor, his vulnerable friend, then suddenly threw the towels in his hand at him. Not hard, just enough they made a wet flopping sound against him. “Don’t ever scare the shit out of me like this again, though! Jesus…” He planted a hand over his masked face. “I was afraid you were going to be dead before I could get here.”
~~~
Conner nodded his agreement. Personally he wanted all the kryptonite thrown into the sun or disposed of in some fashion so it couldn’t hurt any Kryptonian ever again. But having some on hand was a necessary evil. Just in case a not so nice Kryptonian showed up and needed to be taken care of.
The half-Kryptonian looked at Tim. “I was unfair, not thinking of the position you were in. You owe him a lot. And you’re my friend. That put you in a difficult position. I...was jealous.” He looked down, wiping at some of the dried blood on his stomach. “I wanted you to side with me.” He looked up at Tim. “So I was hurt when it seemed like you were choosing him over me. I never even stopped to consider you or how this whole shit show must be making you feel.”
He looked down. “Truth is...I’m not even sure what the hell I’m doing as head of LexCorp. I’m a fighter, not a business guy…”
~~~
“Yeah… Well, I wanted to. But I gave him oaths before we’d even met. The reason I trust promising him with my loyalty and following through on it is because when it comes to items like this, he’s not wrong. I just can’t always see how it isn’t wrong at times. He always has reasons. Just… sometimes his bedside manner requires work.”
He stood up. “But don’t ever doubt that you can be pissed at me or not talking and I’ll still break all the traffic laws to get to you if you need me. You don’t have to like how we do things, but I’m glad you at least know me well enough to call me to dig a bullet out of you even after you’ve called me every name in the book.” He offered a hand down. “That’s my loyalty to you. Can you stand? You’re not safe here and if I’m not mistaken, Hydra’s going to be moving on a lot more people.”
“Also, I think the reason you’re here is obvious. You help people. It’s what you do.”
~~~
Conner nodded. “And I never stopped to consider that.” He gave a small grin. “I think you mean he needs a bedside manner first.” His voice was light and teasing, at least as much as he could muster given everything else that was going on. He looked down. “But I need to remember that if there’s a secret you’re keeping from me, it’s for a good reason. And not because you want to keep it but because you have to keep it.”
Laying on the floor of the office, waiting for Tim to arrive had given Conner a lot of time to think and reflect. In their line of work, secrets happened. That was just a fact. One Conner needed to accept or he would lose his best friend.
He reached up and took the offered hand, wincing as he climbed to his feet. He didn’t let go of Tim’s hand, instead jerking his friend in for a hug and a solid (though weak) thump on the back. “You’re my best friend. No matter what, from now on I’m going to trust you and the decisions you make.” He let Tim go and looked around the office. “I don’t think I have the strength to fly. And no doubt HYDRA knows about the penthouse I stay at here in Metropolis.”
He shrugged at Tim’s other words. “I don’t feel like I’m helping people though. I mean yeah, my being here is keeping the company going and the workers are still getting a paycheck to live and stuff but...I just feel...useless here.”
~~~
Tim hugged him back. Something that had been wounded under the surface started to ease under the stress of seeing Conner bleeding everywhere. But Superboy was up, he was standing, he was making jokes. He was alive and well and he was calling him his friend again after he’d resigned to thinking they would never be on good speaking terms again.
“Just don’t be foolish about trusting me,” he said quietly. “I got other secrets you’re not going to like.” A deep breath, pulling back from Conner to look him up and down to see how steady he was. “I sent off warnings to the teams, let them know the same people who took James tried to take you out. Everyone should be on high alert. Nothing from Blue yet, though.”
Tim looked around. “If Hydra works anything like sharks, they will be back to confirm you’re dead. Hit and run tactic. Bite the prey, retreat so it can’t hurt you, let it bleed out then come back for the claim. That happens, I will be here. I’ve got to get this cleaned up first, though, check the cameras. I’m going to have Speedy bring up a car and get you out of here.”
~~~
Conner was a bit unsteady still but he was just happy to still be alive and not bleeding to death. He also knew that even with the apologies said it was probably going to take time for their friendship to get back on firmer ground. The muscular Titan smiled though there was a hint of sadness to it. “I think most secrets kept are ones people won’t like when they find out. Can’t promise I won’t be pissed about it if it comes to light but...I’ll try to remember that you kept it to either protect me or by some necessity I’m not suppose to know about.”
He rested a hand over his stomach at a twinge. “Good. Warnings are good. Wouldn’t be surprised either if by coming after me HYDRA’s plan is ready to be enacted. Take out heavy hitters who can disrupt whatever they’re planning.”
Hearing that Tim would be alone here to face HYDRA, Conner shook his head. “No. You aren’t staying here alone Red.” He straightened then winced, slouching a bit at the pain. “You need someone else here to watch your back. Oh!” He limped over to his desk and tapped a few keys on the computer. “You want control of some old robotics LexCorp had in development for the military? Think they’re some kind of anti-personnel flying drones.”
~~~
“Hey, I said it before. You’re allowed to be pissed at me when I do stuff like that. But you’re right. I don’t keep things from you for kicks. I’d like to think I’m not that much of an asshole friend.”
Tim smirked. “Says the guy who can’t do jumping jacks right now.” Thank goodness Conner had never teased him much when he was injured out of not understanding how much these kinds of things hurt, but Tim couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t even be jealous that Conner was up and walking after being shot in the back and stabbed.
Then he was darting forward in alarm. “Whoa, whoa! You forgetting what you told me earlier? Someone hacked into stuff and deleted things. If Luthor is in cahoots with these guys, activating robots might just give him an easy means of doing as he pleases in the building. They got kryptonite somehow, remember?”
Tim looked at him a little more sternly. “You go get some distance between this building. I will be fine. I did some wrongs, so let me help with this now.”
~~~
He laughed a bit at that then winced. “I won’t let you be that kind of asshole friend.” And he wouldn’t. Or at least would do his best to avoid that.
“I don’t think I could even jump right now let alone a jump and a jack.” He also now had a newfound respect for Tim. To know that this was what it felt like to be shot and stabbed? And Conner knew he was getting off lucky. He was already starting to heal. If this had happened to Tim or Mia or any of the other human Titans… They’d be out of commission for a few weeks minimum.
Conner stopped and looked at Tim. While he couldn’t see Luthor working with HYDRA, Tim was right. Somehow HYDRA had gotten kryptonite. Who’s to say Luthor hadn’t aligned himself with the organization just to have his own goals be reached? And with Lena, Luthor could no doubt take out HYDRA after they achieved world domination. So he shut the computer down, sighing in annoyance and resignation.
“I’ll go. On the condition you call someone, I don’t get a rat’s ass who, for back up.” He looked at Tim. “I’m not losing my best friend just because he thinks making a one man stand against an army will make things right between us.” He folded his arms and looked sternly back at Tim. “So call someone for back up and I will go. Scout’s honor.”
~~~
Tim was thoughtful at that, staring out of his mask at Conner with his arms folded. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Trying to think of the list of people I want to watch me operate a steam cleaner. You know how many is on that list? Zero. Including you.”
~~~
Conner flicked a pen at Tim. “Oh come on. A. would probably get a kick out of seeing you operate one.” He grew serious. “Fine. Just...have someone to call after you’re done steam cleaning and shit okay?” His grin returned. “I’ll be sure to tell your girlfriend too about you being up here in a sexy maid’s uniform cleaning.”
~~~
Tim snatched the pen out of midair, waving it pack at him to punctuate his words. “I didn’t say I didn’t know how to work one. I’m saying I would clean up these stains in peace and with no distraction.” He managed to say that seriously. Then he tilt his stance, tone playfully offended. “Uh, this outfit is way better than a maid’s? Poll it online. I know I’m right.”
He pulled out his phone again to look at the screen. “Speedy’s on her way. We better find you a shirt. Otherwise she’s going to say something like she didn’t realize it was that kind of party.”
~~~
Conner sized up Tim then smirked. “I’m sure someone out there could make that into a sexy maid outfit.” He shook his head, having greatly missed joking around with Tim. It was nice to have his friend back.
He nodded and made his way over to one side of the office and tugged a well hidden door open. Grabbing one of his signature black shirts with the red S he began awkwardly putting it on, whimpering in slight pain as his stomach pulled with the movements.
“I’ll never make fun of you again for getting shot or stabbed.”
~~~
“I’m sure someone out there could and would,” he said archly. “Guys who clean house are the new attraction.”
“If you don’t make fun of me, how will I know you care?” he started walking over to the desk. “I’m just going to hack into your security. Kay. Thanks.” He started typing away.
~~~
“I know what to get you for your birthday now at least,” he returned, a smirk on his face.
Getting the shirt on finally, he sighed in relief. “Oh I’ll still make fun of you. Just not for these kinds of wounds. ‘Cause ouch, they suck.” He watched at Tim walked over to the computer and shook his head. “Could the security on those servers even stop you from hacking in?” he countered.
~~~
“That they do.” Along with other wounds, Tim had been sliced open on his belly before by a sword. It had taken months for the muscles to heal. Not to mention all the other injuries and broken bones from that one incident. It took time for things to knit back together and time to get them back up to par.
“No, but if it makes you feel better I haven’t because I knew you’d be mad. There’s a line somewhere, you knooooo-and yoursecurityisonaloop. Well, that’s actually great. That can stay in place until morning.” He kept on typing, concentration on his face as he started looking deeper at the system and outside cameras.
~~~
Conner had to admit that Tim, Mia, L.L. (even though she had magic), James (even if he had the genetics of Captain America and Black Widow) had guts for wanting to go out on a nightly basis to fight crime when they could easily be killed with a well aimed bullet or knife.
He nodded some at Tim’s words of the security being on a loop. Probably to ensure that the agents HYDRA sent in wouldn’t be seen. “You know, it’s entirely possible they wanted me dead so they could dissect me and figure out how I was made so they could make their own army of me.”
~~~
“Whatever their reasons, let’s just assure they’re stopped.”
Tim looked suspiciously at Conner from the computer. “Have you talked to Blue lately?”
~~~
He nodded his agreement. “Still nothing on James?” he asked, his voice curious. He was hopeful but part of him doubted heavily that was the case.
Conner eased himself down on the couch as he waited for Mia. “I don’t wanna talk about that.”
~~~
“Still searching.”
Red Robin gave him a look, mouth a set line. Then he simply went back to his typing, waiting and listening to communications.
~~~
Alright then. When Mia had gotten the call she’d dropped what she was doing. She’d already been on her own patrol, but she instantly grabbed her bike so she could get to the car. She wasn’t exactly sure what shape Kon was in, but if he needed to lay in the backseat that was something she needed to make happen. Further she’d also contacted Maxine. The Titans had a couple smaller studio apartments hidden in the city for their use. She sent Maxine to make sure the bed was made and pick up some food for the fridge.
All told, she got there pretty damn quickly all things considered.
l“Robin, I’m here. I’m in the east side alley.” She said into her communicator. She got out of the car and opened the backdoor. The alley meant no one would see them.
~~~~
Kon could hear Mia’s call. He was grateful though that Tim said nothing on his not contacting Clark. Truth be told the clone was done with Clark. There was no reason, no excuse that Clark couldn’t have told Conner about Lena back when he first found out about her. Conner could have provided access that much faster to LexCorp computers to the Bat and/or Robin that much faster.
Getting to his feet, Conner began heading for a private elevator that would take them down to a door that could lead them out to the alleyway Mia was waiting in. When Tim came to help him, Conner leaned a bit more than he would like on his friend. The adrenaline was wearing off and he just wanted to sleep now.
~~~
“On our way.”
Robin carried him, letting him lean as much as he wanted and needed. He didn’t say much of anything, just let Conner focus on breathing and keeping his balance. When he was in good conversation quarters with Speedy he nod his head to her in greeting.
“Thank you for being so quick. Now, he needs food and sleep, a little bit of sunbathing. And an alarm clock, because he has to come in to work in the morning like nothing happened.”
~~~
Conner scowled. “Oh come on, can’t I call in sick?” he joked. He reached the car and leaned against it, looking at Mia. “Thanks for coming so quick.” He checked to see if the back door was unlocked and was glad it was. “Do me a favor Mia? Give that bird over there a big ol’ kiss for me for saving my ass. I’d do it myself but I don’t think he’d appreciate it as much from me.” Conner smiled, his eyes thankful as he looked at Tim.
“And make sure you call for back up from someone Red. HYDRA’s not playing around.”
~~~
“Cyclone got food and made up one of the studios.” She mentioned quickly. “I told her to get a few of your favorites.” She smiled though when Kon said to make sure to give him a kiss. “Well not in uniform, but I’m glad to see you guys have made up a bit.” Although coming to your aid while dying would have a way of eating at any conflict.
She let Kon get in the car in whatever way was comfortable for him. “Do you need me to drop him and come back?” She didn’t mind if he needed back-up. She didn’t think Kon needed babysitting, but she could have Maxine do it if needed.
~~~
“I’ll be fine, but if it helps him sleep better…” He held a palm up with a half shrug. He’d prefer to just be on his own, where he could get the office clean and listen to every sound and manipulate the security system as he saw fit. On the other hand if Kon wouldn’t relax without knowing someone was watching his back…
“Swing back by.” Maxine didn’t need to deal with all the blood. Speedy could handle it.