Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. I love these two as a pairing, but it's more pre-slash than anything. Sigh. Well, enjoy!
"You can't throw money at your problems," Conner stated as he leant against the table Tim sat at with his laptop.
"It works for Batman," the slighter teen retorted.
"He has unlimited funds," the half-Kryptonian pointed out. "Use that big brain of yours instead." He smiled warmly. "I have every confidence you can find the solution." Tim sighed and closed his laptop. "I'd offer to help but…"
"Yeah, I don't want it broken any more than it is," he agreed. "Right," he stated, mind already planning.
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Raven swept into the room as Tim gently touched the tips of his fingers against the vase. "Raven," he gasped. "I-"
"Fixed it," she finished. "Thank you, Tim."
He ducked his head. "But I broke it."
"Yes," she agreed as she levitated the vase, turning it as she took in the fine lines that were along its surface. "However, it will still serve its purpose, and it means more that you fixed it, rather than simply replace it."
"I'm still sorry that I broke it," he insisted. "And I will endeavour not to break anything else."
"You would not be the first to damage something in this Tower, nor will you be the last. Go on," she urged.
Both boys left the room. "I told you," Conner said smugly, gently nudging the slighter teen's shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll remember this the next time you break something!" he declared, causing the broader teen to laugh. "But thanks," he said with a smile.
"I've always got your back," Conner stated. "Just like you've always got mine."