hello hello I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello [largely open]

[thegoshdarn]

Santa Claus' workshop is simultaneously incredibly surprising and not surprising in the slightest. It's certainly a new experience, but its design and decoration make it essentially exactly what she'd imagine if she was asked to imagine what it would look like. Admittedly, she hasn't really believed in its existence since - did she ever believe in its existence? Hmm.

At least the red in her suit sort of fits in with the general color theme. The vocal distorter's off but the mask is still on, so she's really just what you'd expect from your third Robin up until she starts talking.

Which, to be fair, she's not doing a whole lot of compared to glancing around with interest while she waits for Cassie to find her brother and Kon and whoever else she deems appropriate.

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[matchmadeinhell]

"Awwww." He couldn't help it, he knew how much his death had hurt his loved ones. Kal, Ma, the Titans. But Cassie and Tim had been hurt the worst. Especially since they lost Bart not long after.

"I got better, though. Lemme see how similar our realities are. If they're similar, you'll probably get your Kon back, too. Were we all Teen Titans in your world after we were in Young Justice? And what was the lineup? And did I die in the Crisis fighting Superboy Prime? And did I hang with the Legion of Superheroes in the future for a little while?"

If it was all the same or similar, some of the good things might be the same or similar, too.

[thegoshdarn]

"Essentially yes to all of the above."

That's a good sign, she assumes. "How did you...?" Come back.

[matchmadeinhell]

"I'm pretty sure the recipe was: dig up a not-so-fresh Superboy from the grave, put in the oven, aka Superman's Kryptonian chrysalis, baste lightly with Superman and Lex Luthor's DNA, add a heavy dollop of the genius of three Brainiac 5's, simmer on no heat for 1000 years under the Fortress of Solitude, and viola! One very live, very confused Superboy. Garnish with a stupid T-shirt, take him back in time, share with friends and family, and enjoy."

He gestured at himself with a "BAM!" gesture.

"It's weird as hell. Technically I'm alive and dead at the same time. Here I am, alive and kicking, and at the same time, my body's still stewing under the Fortress of Solitude and will be for a thousand years. Kal upped the security on the Fortress like crazy, even stronger than it was, because if anyone ever does something to my body, this me will cease to exist and it'll probably cause some kinda horrible paradox."

He paused.

"The good thing is if all that stuff is the same - and it sounds like your life is almost exactly the same as our Tim's - that means you'll probably get your me back, too."

[thegoshdarn]

"Well," she says with an awkward little sort-of-smile, "that's good to know." And massively strange, but what in their life has ever not been? She's perfectly fine with massively strange if it brings him back to her. "So how... old are you now?"

Because the shift in age has not escaped her notice, no.

[matchmadeinhell]

"Oh man, lemme do the math."

This was never, ever easy.

"Chronologically..." He held up six fingers, almost like a child showing off they were 'this many.' Then seven. Then six. Then, eight? "Okay, wait, so I turned 'eighteen,' quote unquote, right before the second crisis, and then it was a year and a half that I was in-"

Wait, he almost slipped, best not tell Tim about that yet, even if she wasn't his Tim.

"A year and a half after I came back. And now it's maybe been a year or less that I've been here? We haven't been keeping track - we don't age anyway and we're probably going to be able to go back to the time we left. Minus one, plus the time in hypertime, plus six months with the Legion. So, chronologically seven or so, physical age of twenty ('cause of the year I was stuck at sixteen), relative mental age of twenty-one or twenty-two, give or take some time in various dimensions and in the future."

[thegoshdarn]

She's willing to let whatever it is he just omitted slide for the moment, if only because this information is confusing enough as-is. Tim just shakes her head and sighs, a tiny smile playing at her mouth. "You know, sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had friends I could ask how old they are and receive three different, equally valid answers."

Much less interesting, probably.