Christmas in Blüdhaven: Benediction
by Smitty
"So. Mr. Nightwing. Sir."
Dick looked up from the spread of maps and records spread across the Robin's Nest and raised one eyebrow. Kon twitched. Dick swallowed a laugh.
"Kon. Unless you're here to ask me for Batgirl's hand in marriage? You don't need to call me sir." Dick paused for effect. "I'm not Batman."
"I. No. Dude." Kon looked flummoxed. "Not that she's not smokin' or anything, but the Kid ain't quite ready to -- um. Never mind."
Dick grinned. "What can I do for you?"
"Well. Thing is. I know this is your town and all. And I know it's cool that Ti -- uh. Robin and my Li'l Buddy are here to take care of it for you and y'know, now you're back and...they're gonna help out. So. The thing is." Kon drew up and took a breath. "Do you want me to leave? Because I'm cool with that. I mean, Blüdhaven. Great city. Except for the blood thing...but yeah. You want me gone, I'm out of your hair. No problem."
Dick looked at him for a long moment, and then past him at the figure in the doorway.
"You're not going," Tim said. "I need you."
Author's Note: Christmas in Blüdhaven is written in the same general style as Jingle Bells, my attempt to write 24 200-word ficlets--one per day until Christmas, sort of like an Advent calendar--with characters from around the DCU. Christmas in Blüdhaven differs, however, by each of the ficlets being loosely linked and progressing toward a greater conclusion. The title was derived from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Christmas in Sarajevo" because everything and everyone in Blüdhaven is currently something of a wreck.