[ Welp that sure was coughed up water in his month but what's a little backwash between friends? Kon spits it off to the side. All that matters is Tim's breathing - and also panicking and trying to fight which means his brain is probably working okay. Kon would be a lot more worried if he'd coughed it up but wasn't fighting for consciousness or trying to move. Tim trying to react five different ways is normal. Tim being dazed after oxygen deprivation might be a sign of damage.]
[If Kon caught him as he was going under, it probably was only about a minute that he'd gone without oxygen. People could recover from that completely.]
Tim, it's okay! It's okay! Stop - just stop okay? You need to get in the recovery position.
[Kon tries to nudge him gently in the direction of being positioned that way but it's gentle and not overly forceful, and involves a lot more comforting rubs of his shoulder than an attack would. The way he touches him is too easy to fight against to be someone trying to force him into something painful.]
[And he doesn't just try to move him. The hand not trying to guide his shoulder so that he turns on his side is at his brow, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, far too tender to be an enemy. It's far more shades of "Waking up in the Batcave after an injury to Alfred taking care of me when I'm sick or hurt" than "being hurt by the clown."]
It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. He's gone. You're safe. It's just me and Bart.
[His voice stays calm but firm. Tim needs to hear someone familiar, and needs gentleness, but needs his security reinforced.]
Breathe. You need to breathe. Try to get it all out.
We've got you, Tim.
[He's safe to cough until he nearly blacks out. He's safe to curl on the ground and try to calm his breathing. There is no immediate fight waiting for him. They're near Chicago but miles from the blast zone and this is just a pit stop anyway. Bart's fast enough to get them away from any trouble anyway. (Plus it's only registering now but there'd been chatter earlier about the other heroes dealing with the boat right before Kon had spotted Tim.)]
It's just us, okay?
It's just us.
[He's not crying in relief, that's just some spray from Bart running on the water in his eyes.]
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[If Kon caught him as he was going under, it probably was only about a minute that he'd gone without oxygen. People could recover from that completely.]
Tim, it's okay! It's okay! Stop - just stop okay? You need to get in the recovery position.
[Kon tries to nudge him gently in the direction of being positioned that way but it's gentle and not overly forceful, and involves a lot more comforting rubs of his shoulder than an attack would. The way he touches him is too easy to fight against to be someone trying to force him into something painful.]
[And he doesn't just try to move him. The hand not trying to guide his shoulder so that he turns on his side is at his brow, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, far too tender to be an enemy. It's far more shades of "Waking up in the Batcave after an injury to Alfred taking care of me when I'm sick or hurt" than "being hurt by the clown."]
It's okay, it's okay. You're safe. He's gone. You're safe. It's just me and Bart.
[His voice stays calm but firm. Tim needs to hear someone familiar, and needs gentleness, but needs his security reinforced.]
Breathe. You need to breathe. Try to get it all out.
We've got you, Tim.
[He's safe to cough until he nearly blacks out. He's safe to curl on the ground and try to calm his breathing. There is no immediate fight waiting for him. They're near Chicago but miles from the blast zone and this is just a pit stop anyway. Bart's fast enough to get them away from any trouble anyway. (Plus it's only registering now but there'd been chatter earlier about the other heroes dealing with the boat right before Kon had spotted Tim.)]
It's just us, okay?
It's just us.
[He's not crying in relief, that's just some spray from Bart running on the water in his eyes.]