Hello! Fair warning: this is set in the alpha/beta/omega universe. This is also my first alpha/beta/omega fic, so please cut me a little slack if I'm off a little bit on the dynamics and/or terminology. As well, this is a multi-chaptered fic. I have it planned for 4 chapters (including the prologue) and have the first two written and edited already. The third is written as well, I'm just finishing up editing it and will hopefully have it out in a week or so. As for the fourth chapter, I have bits and pieces of it written and hope to have it finished within a week or so of posting the third chapter (depending on how things go with my holiday plans and whether or not I actually ended up breaking my wrist last weekend (cause having it casted will kind of slow me down a bit)). Regardless of all of that, I really appreciate all of the favorites and follows and reviews and such you guys give me on my works, and would love to know what you think of this as well!
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"Timothy, I don't know!" Kon threw his hands up in the air. "It's not my call!"
"Yes, it is!" Tim repeated himself for what felt like the hundredth time. "You don't have to go!"
"Yes, I do!" Kon argued, letting his hands drop back down to his sides with an exaggerated 'thump'.
"No, you don't!" Tim shook his head. "The team is more than capable of taking care of it without you!"
"No, they're not!"
"Yes, they are!"
"No, they're not!" Kon felt like screaming. "Clark asked me to go, so I'm going, and that's final!"
And then, before Tim had any kind of a chance to make some kind of a comeback or argument, Kon was out the window and flying away. Streaking off through the sky towards Metropolis like Tim hadn't just given him a hundred or so good reasons as to why he shouldn't have jumped to appease Clark's every whim and need—not the least of which was the fact that Clark didn't approve of the dynamic of their relationship and had no issues laying into Tim about it the last time he had seen him.
So what if Tim was still close to his family and refused to lock himself away under a rock for the sole entertainment of Kon? He might be an omega and he might have agreed to let Kon mark him as his mate, but he was still a person.
Tim found his mind drifting farther and farther down that rabbit hole as he stood staring out the window long after Kon had disappeared from sight. Still, the argument played over and over in the back of his mind as he tried to come to terms with what just happened, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't understand why Kon had left.
Tim wasn't sure how long he stood there just thinking before he finally sighed and turned away from the window towards the door. The tears had dried on his face a long time ago, but he still uncrossed his arms and rubbed a hand over his face as he reached for the blanket hanging over the back of the arm chair by his bed. He'd already slipped into a sweatshirt by the time the discussion between him and Kon had escalated into an argument, and Tim wasn't going to bother switching his pajama pants out for jeans before he headed down stairs for breakfast. He didn't have any plans to leave the house for the next couple of days thanks to the mandatory leave Bruce had put him on from both Red Robin and his responsibilities with Wayne Enterprises after having not one, not two, but three near-death experiences in the last week (even by their standards of near-death experiences), and jeans just seemed like a waste of laundry for Alfred.
He was cold though, so instead, he grabbed the blanket and draped it around his shoulders like a cruel interpretation of the cape he wore every night, and let it's warmth and the faint smell that was distinctly the Manor wash over him and calm him as he headed down the hallway to the stairs and then into the dining room and kitchen after that to start his day.