Time Miko

The sound of pouring rain outside the window weakened the panting sound in the house and the intermittent speech mixed in between panting.

"Your big thing is... you are very satisfied with this body.. Do you like it? Huh.. Huh.. Superboy..."

Connor looked down at the face distorted by pleasure and clown personality.

Regarding Connor's reaction, Tim or the clown didn't seem to care, and still teased the people who were connected with him with the most explicit and obscene words as much as possible, but the lower and lower voices and intermittent words It shows that his physical strength has reached its limit.

Connor has heard this many times, and he knows that the Joker will use any means to bring down the Bat-Family, so he certainly understands the purpose of this fragment of the Joker that was forcibly implanted into Tim's memory and personality.

Turning over Tim's face, looking directly at the pair of blue pupils that have long been out of focus, he said:

"..I know your purpose clown, you disguised Ip and created a virtual character to make this opinion, just to make Tim feel ashamed, so as to plant your so-called hate theory deep in Tim's heart, to ensure Even if he wakes up, he will never be able to return to his past life...I won't let you succeed, it's just a remnant of the clown's insistence, a fictional memory that even logical thinking can't do now without the help of a chip. ..disappear and give my Tim back..."

Pushing her lower body hard, the person below her almost convulsively revealed the last bit of jade dew, ending this love that could almost be called a struggle.

As usual, Connor went to the bathroom to get ready. He wasn't worried about what Tim could do now, after all, Tim's remaining physical strength wasn't enough for him to lift a finger after each session.

What worries him more is that the Joker's personality is slowly disappearing, which sounds like good news, but alas, it's not.Strictly speaking, the personality of the clown in Tim's mind is just the virtual memory and logical way of thinking that the clown transplanted into Tim's brain through psychological hints and technological means.The chip that was taken out from the beginning is the key.No matter what kind of brainwashing, fake ones are fake ones. Without the deliberate strengthening of the chip, Tim's own memory will gradually gain the upper hand, but all this does not mean that Tim will wake up. On the contrary, because the chip is to ensure the personality of the clown The purity of Tim's own memory will be isolated to prevent Tim's own memory and logical thinking from interfering with the clown, but this also protects Tim's personality in turn.

But now that there is no chip, the clown's personality began to gradually collapse, and the number of appearances that obviously belonged to the clown personality became less and less. Now there is no logical way of thinking, and it is impossible to talk to him at all, and he can only simply repeat meaningless provocative language To perform his final duties, but Tim's personality also began to collapse, and Tim's logical thinking also began to appear chaotic. Now Tim speaks inexplicable nonsense more times, instead of being able to maintain himself as before. Logical thinking ability.

If the relationship between Tim and the clown in the past was a dual personality, then Tim is in a really crazy state now, but I don’t know how far Tim can recover...... …

Connor doesn't want to admit this, but psychologically, even having the most advanced healing device in the watchtower is useless... If it worked, Bruce would have used it to treat the madmen in Arkham up.

After putting away the water in the bathroom, Connor was going to help Tim clean up as usual so that he could sleep comfortably.

Only this time, when he picked up the person lying on the bed, he found that Tim was not asleep this time. Although he could only half-open his eyes because he didn't have much strength, the blue pupils still came through. The long eyelashes looked straight into Connor's face.

"...why?"

The small voice reached Connor's ears weakly.

"You haven't slept for two days, there will be a meeting tomorrow"

As usual, Connor made up an excuse, and then helped Tim, who had calmed down, take a bath.

Only this time, Tim didn't fall asleep like before. After staring blankly at Connor's face for a long time with his blue pupils, he asked again:

"why?"

Tim's question successfully interrupted Connor's busy hands.

Connor raised his head and looked directly into Tim's eyes. This time, what he saw from Tim's swollen blue eyes was not the usual empty and clear gaze, but a bewildered gaze.

A possibility suddenly flashed in Connor's mind, but he couldn't quite believe it.

"..Tim?"

"Um"

"...who I am?"

"..connor"

"...What's Nightwing's full name?"

"...Richard Dick Grayson..."

"...What is Jason Todd's current code name?"

"...Red Hood"

Connor couldn't believe it, and Tim had been sober for a short time, so he couldn't be sure whether it was Tim's brain memory accidentally hitting the right circuit or Tim really woke up, but the previous short sobriety didn't happen. Such correct logic...

"... Connor"

Tim's voice reminded him again.

"...why..did that to me?..."

With doubts and determination, the question that Tim asked from Tim in the very familiar way of questioning Connor extinguished the joy in Connor's heart at once.

".....I'll wash it for you..."

After that, Connor helped Tim wash in silence, and Tim quietly let Connor help him clean his tired body.

After drying Tim after taking a shower and carrying him back to the bed, Connor took a dry towel and helped Tim dry his hair while saying:

"Are you thirsty or not, there is freshly squeezed juice, I'll get it for you"

"it is good"

After helping Tim dry his hair, Connor turned to the kitchen to get his freshly squeezed juice for the day.

Connor, who was holding the cup, didn't have the courage to push open the bedroom door, so he could only stand at the door.

He's planning for everything, but he'd rather Tim wake up some normal morning, like he just woke up.Forget about everything you've been through.He knew it was just his selfishness, and he hoped that after going through all this, the relationship with Tim would not be expected to develop into a lover relationship, but at least he could retain Tim's most trusted friend position.

But Tim wakes up at the worst possible time, and he's not going to let the kind of thing the Joker wants happen anyway...

"Kang-Air, show your courage to face Daxai... haven't you already made a decision..."

Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushed away and looked at the person leaning on the bed looking out the window, walked over slowly, helped Tim up and carefully fed him the juice in his hand go down.

After watching Tim drink the juice in one gulp and put the cup on the bedside, Connor crouched by the bed, looked Tim in the eye and said:

"Tim, do you remember what happened?"

Connor didn't want to bring it up, but he had to find out where exactly Tim's memory had returned.

"..I remember.. the clown...um.."

A splitting headache hit Tim's brain, interrupting his recollections.

"Okay, don't think about it, I know"

Connor puts his hands on Tim's temples and massages slowly, like he used to do when Tim has a headache.

"..listen to me, Tim"

Looking into Tim's eyes, Connor took a deep breath and continued:

"Remember Tim. What you said when I went to you after the resurrection, when you said 'I can't lose you' I was really happy, I was happy to have a friend who valued me so much, for Glad we're fighting side by side again. But I'm such an idiot, I don't get the real meaning of that sentence.... You know Tim, when you're on the roof, wearing that bastard's clothes, When I spoke in that rubbish tone, I finally realized that that sentence is not at all worthy of celebration, nor is it worthy of joy at all...there is fear in it...when I see you use When the clown stared at us, the only thing I could think of was one way or another I'm going to bring you back, Tim"

Connor paused, looked Tim straight in the eye, and said:

"I can't lose you! Even if you hate me because of it, I can't bear the fact that you disappear from my side"

Connor gently touched Tim's cheek and continued:

"...What happened just now, I'm sorry, I didn't want you to have that bad memory, but it won't happen again in the future"

"connor"

"Forget it if you don't like it. It's a bit too much to say, but I promise that I will never be here in the future..."

"Connor!"

Tim amplified his voice slightly, interrupting Connor's hasty promise.

"I want you"

The low voice made Connor wonder if there was something wrong with his hearing. He didn't know what to do. This result deviated too much from what he had imagined.

But Tim stretched out an arm and tried to pull Connor into bed.

"I want you"

Tim said it again, although he didn't have too much strength to make his voice not very loud, but the firmness in Tim's words was beyond doubt.

"But... But, Tim, your strength..."

Connor didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of accidentally hurting Tim, but with Tim's current physical strength, he wasn't sure if he could do it again...

It was Tim's soft lips that answered him, and the aroma of fruit juice spread in his mouth...