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"Match," Tim said gently to the boy as he woke, "Hi." He'd been sleeping almost constantly since he got to the HQ, only waking to eat, or because Batman needed to do medical tests on him, they'd not had much time to talk.

Match smiled gently, his eyes scouted the room and immediately noticed the silhouette of Batman standing in the corner.

He recognised it, he was sure he did, but he wasn't sure where from.

"I need to ask you," Tim continued, "About the boy who attacked you."

Match frowned gently, then nodded; he was in a strange place, at the hand of strangers, he didn't want to anger them by denying them information.

"Okay," he said in a whisper, he still hadn't got the hang of talking properly.

"He's a friend of ours, of mine. We need to know what happened to him," Tim sounded concerned, it pulled at Match's heart slightly, and he felt the need to tell him, even though he knew very little.

"I woke, he… touched mee, it hurt mee, I t-tried to push him, I was too hard, he fell, then attacked mee-"

Tim shushed him, realising he was becoming agitated, "Hey, Match it's ok," he outstretched an arm and reached out to hold Match's, "Just tell us what happened when you left. Did he follow you? Do you know where he went?"

Match shook his head frantically, "He was in still there."

Tim closed his eyes, his head dropping sadly, "Okay. Thank you, Match, you've helped a lot."

Match frowned, he could tell by the boy's tone of voice that it was a lie, he could tell he hadn't helped, he had in fact confirmed the boys fears.

Batman took a step forward, holding his hand to his youngest Robin's shoulder, "It's ok. We'll find him."

Tim nodded, "I-I hope he's…" He lifted a hand to his face, pinching back tears.

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Tim rushed to Blue Beetle's side as he came through the portal, "Did you find him?" he said loudly, before the man had even realised the young robin was there.

Jaime's head turned to the smaller boy, and his head shook gently, "No, nothing, no trace. Siento… the rooms were… shells."

Tim already knew this, he had heard Jaime talking to Dick over the console. "So… he's gone…"

Jaime's head dropped, and he let out an exasperated sigh, "Si, mi amigo… It's only been three days, don't lose hope."

Tim swallowed hard, and let his eyes move back over to the locked room in which Match was being held.

He was the only person who might be able to help now.

Kon had never been gone this long, not without telling Tim where he was, they had a psychic link for gods sake.

Tim was always in contact with Kon, the fact that he couldn't hear him now… meant that…

"…He's unconscious…" Jaime said, "We know that much, but that doesn't mean he's dead. O-Or maybe who ever has captured him has found a way to block our link?"

Tim nodded, "I know." But he couldn't help thinking the worst, working as a robin was teaching him to fear the worst at every turn.

He couldn't help thinking… Kon would turn up dead in a few weeks… or even worse, that they'd never find him.

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"Match, please," Tim pled, "If you know anything, you have to tell me."

The bright haired boy sat slightly slouched on the sofa, his head low, "I-I said, already, I don't know anything elsee…"

Tim nodded, "…Do you remember anything yet? From before?" If Match could remember anything before Superboy let him out of the tube then they may be able to find out who had worked on him, then they could track them down, use them to find where Kon was.

This was becoming normal practice, whenever Tim asked, Match would lower his eyes, then say "No."

Tim nodded, he knew he had to be patient, but under the circumstances, it was hard, his boyfriend, his best friend, was missing. And the only person who could help was… incapacitated.

"I aam sorry…" Match said; this boy, these people, had been so nice to him over the past few days. Giving him their food, letting him use one of their beds… They were asking one thing from him, and he couldn't do it.

"It's ok. It's just… He means a lot to me. If anything were to happen to him," Tim shook his head, he was trying to keep calm, but it was hard, he knew how likely things were to go wrong in this profession, he had lost friends before, so many of them.

Kon… Kon was indestructible, Tim had thought that if there was anyone he could trust to not… die… it would be Kon.

But now, it was all he could think of, all he dreamt of.

"You say, he's like me… With my powers?" Match said, trying to think of something that might make the nice boy feel better.

Time nodded, his head still bowed.

"Then he'll be fine, he can escape. Easily."

Tim forced a smile, realising that the older boy must feel bad, he must feel that Kon's disappearance was his fault. He let out a false chuckle, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be weighing this on you. It won't help your recovery to stress over my problems."

"It's ok," Match said, even though a slight relief had come to him with the words, "You need someone to talk to about it."

"Yes, but there others I can talk to… others who are probably more trustworthy."

Match smiled gently, looking up at the smaller boy. They both knew that the only reason Tim was being so open with Match was that he looked so much like Kon.

Tim knew he shouldn't talk to him like he was, he knew Batman had told him to look after the older boy simply because he was the first person who Match had met, so he was less likely to act up.

And if Match acted up, then damn, the whole world would know.

They weren't sure of his full power yet, they had tried a physical test, and Match broke the machine, then collapsed.

It seemed his power could exceed that of superboy, but, his immune system seemed to be weaker than a normal humans, so it would seem that a bullet couldn't harm him, a cold might kill him.

At discovering his power, Batman had given strict instructions that he not be allowed to leave his room without an escort, and that Match, under no circumstances should leave HQ under fear of infection.

If someone got hold of this boy, there was no telling what could happen.

"You can trust me. It's probably going to bee a while until, I remember anything. Batman said… years maybe."

Tim huffed slightly, he'd rather not risk it. What if Match was one of the bad guys?

He didn't want his memory to come back, and have all the things he said used against him in some awful way.

Though, maybe all this would change Match, if he had been a bad person, maybe showing him this different way of living would make him see things differently.

They could only hope.

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That night, Tim left Match's room, and was approached by his mentor.

"Robin. I need to talk to you," he said gently, Tim was unsure of his tone.

"What?" he asked, fear strong in his voice, "Is it Kon? Have you found him?"

Batman shook his head, "I told you I needed to run a scan on Match, to help find what was wrong with him."

Tim nodded; this would be the part where they found out if Match was a bad guy or not.

"It seems that him DNA is almost totally human, with Kryptonian layers over it."

Kon, everyone knew, was half human, half kryptonian, and they had found plans scattered in various CADMUS facilities for clones with varying levels of human and kryptonian.

But this was the fist full human.

"This was the first?" Tim asked softly as it slowly dawned on him what that meant.

"Match would have grown up, as a child, like a normal human, then been put in a stasis pod, and had DNA added to him to make him more kryptonian," Batman's voice had dropped, layered with anger and pity.

"So…"

"Luther. This is his son."

Batman led his young Robin to the console room, sitting at one of the blue chairs there, pulling up a string of documents on the computer. Tim frowned "Why would he do something like that to his own son?"

"He has a rare genetic disorder, it affects his immune system." He clicked on a document, showing an old picture of the boy. That, Tim thought, must be how Kon would have looked at a younger age too.

"So he was… hidden, almost, there isn't much information on him. Lots of doctor's notes, but not much else. At least we know the basis of what we're dealing with."

"What about Kon?"

"…It is possible that Luther has him. I'll post a team to investigate."

Tim felt a small swell of relief fill his chest. There was hope now, he knew it was possible, there was a definite 'maybe' there now, not just an unknown mess…

He might be ok.

Luther was probably holding him under kryptonite or something, keeping him weak so he couldn't use his link.

He wasn't dead.

There was still a chance.

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