The fight wasn't hard any any stretch of the word. The robots' armor was weaker than usual, it took about two hits to take them down, but what they lacked in defense they made up for in offense. Attached to each of their arms were long serrated blades. Kon glared down at his shirt, or what was left of it before punching another robot in the face.

He didn't pay much attention to Bart and Tim during the melee. Bart was moving too fast to be seen, and Tim was probably off doing his whole broody ninja thing. He sighed and punched more robots. Tim had been very broody lately, and neither he nor Bart could figure out why. Well, he couldn't. Bart would just sit there with his headphones and agree with him every once in a while whenever he complained.

Eventually they defeated the requisite number of robots to bring out the boss. They landed close to one another and got into position. "Superboy, go for the head. It has a large visor that should be weaker than the rest of the head. Blind it." And Tim was back to being the planner. "Bart, try and trip it up." He handed over a long bundle of twine. "I'll see if I can hack it. Go!" Kon jumped straight for its head. It swatted at him, trying to knock him off, but he was agile enough to get out of the way.

The visor was tougher than the previous robots, his punches barely scratching it. But it was getting distracted by him, which was good. He could take the hits, the other two couldn't.

A fact made perfectly clear when he saw Tim get sent flying into a brick wall as Bart finally managed to trip it. Tim didn't get back up. Trusting Bart to watch his back he flew to Tim.

Tim was in bad shape. His face was covered in blood, and his breathing was shallow and wheezy. His eyes were lidded in pain. Kon gently picked him up. "Tim, Tim, you okay?" He heard a light cough.

"K-kon? What happened?" He tried to sit up, but fell back into Kon's arms with a gasp. "Okay, bad idea."

"Just hold still, Tim, I'm going to get you help." He looked around for Bart. "BART? BART GET OVER HERE?" He heard a small laughing cough from Tim.

"Kon, it's ok-okay. B-better me than you." Kon's face fell as Tim smiled lightly.

"No, no Tim," he said as he felt Tim go a bit limp. "Tim, you gotta stay with me. BART, GET THE HELL OVER HERE NOW!" Tim coughed again.

"Kon, I ne-need to tell you something." Kon looked down at him with tears in his eyes. Tim beckoned him closer. "K-kon."

"Yes? Yes Tim?"

"I just lost the game." Kon froze. He backed up and looked down incredulously.

"What did you just say?" Tim's face split in a grin as he wiped the fake blood off his face. Kon dropped him on the ground and stood up. "God, you're such an asshole. I can't believe you." Bart zipped up with a smile on his face. "And you were in on this too? Ugggh!" He threw his hands up in the air and turned to face the robot. Bart gave Tim a high-five.
"Alright!" he said as he took his place by Tim and Kon. "Enough fooling around you two. Let's beat this guy and go home!"

And once again, the day was saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Gi-er, Young Justice!