#Kon finally learning to stand up for himself

[nerdpoe]

oh no story prompt

Kon-el adopts Danny instead of Batman.

He sees Danny, right? He thinks 'huh, that kid looks a whole lot like a skinnier and younger version of THE FUCKER JUST FLOATED OFF THE GROUND GOD DAMN IT LEX'

So he's convinced Danny's another clone, but he doesn't want Danny to deal with Clark's shit so he vows that Danny won't fucking have to, he'll do the dadding instead.

Danny is very confused but very much enjoying the new friend who he can fly with and wrestle with without worrying about breaking him.

And Kon can't fuckin ask or tell cuz superman WILL hear, and that's exactly what he's trying to avoid.

Fuckinnnnnn Kon just reaching out to Bruce by landing in the batcave and activating the bat sound shield or whatever (bruce def has one) so Clark won't hear

"How do I dad?!"

"...I'm...going to need you to go back a little-"

"You're like, the daddest dad I know. How do I dad?"

Bruce pauses, stands up, puts a finger to his lips, and deactivates the shield before calmly walking out of the cave.

Alfred comes back in and turns the shield on.

"Now Young Master Conner, I am told you have questions in regards to parenting?"

[gatorbites-imagines]

can u do a spin-off with dom male x connor kent from the wally fanfic !! also i love ur writing sm u feed the male community so well 🫶🏼

Conner Kent/Kon-El x kryptonian male reader

I am literally so sorry its taken me so fucking long to write this request, tumblr has been a whole mess with my inbox and regularly doesn’t show requests and sometimes does show them, tumblr also likes eating my requests for some reason.

Reader has a human name and a kryptonian name, so I just picked one for him since it isn’t super important.

Conner Kent and (Y/N), Kon-El and Tor-Kez. A clone and a full blooded kryptonian. You had come to earth from another universe that had ended, and your parents had hoped you would live a happy life somewhere else, so you were dumped in this one. In the beginning many had been cautious of you, because you were young and too powerful, when you joined Young Justice, you had rivalled Superman himself in strength, and they had only grown as you aged.

Jor-Els AI had explained you were of a higher caste of kryptonian, the Kez clan known for their power and beauty. Conner had always felt lacking standing by your side, as he was nothing but a clone that Kal-El seemed to want nothing to do with. The Kez clan hadn’t shared the same opinion on clones as the rest of krypton, so in the beginning you had tried to befriend Conner and teach him about your shared heritage.

You had been young when you were sent away, so you had never learned much about compatibility, or the draw one felt when they found their perfect half. The two of you both felt drawn to one another, a deep need to be around each other ringing deeply in your chests and very souls. But Conner dealt with a lot of anger, and your relationship became short and snippy as you both butted heads quite a lot. It was like watching two young male lions snapping at each other and trying to lay claim on an area as their own.

As years passed you and Conner didn’t grow closer, though the want in your chest growing from just a need to be near each other to a deep gut warming lust. Your first wet dream was about Conner, and Conners mind always went to you when he was pleasuring himself. You were both addicted to the others scent, regularly stealing clothes and dirty laundry. You regularly showed off to each other during missions or training, like a pair of peacocks showing off their feathers in hopes of attracting a mate. It was Megan who made this observation to your teammates, which then ended up becoming a regular thing they said, that you two were peacocking again.

It was late when you returned from a solo mission, having been sent on it alone as you were strong enough to complete it without issue. You could hear that all your teammates were asleep, or most were, it seemed like Conner was still awake and his heartbeat was raised, but you just scoffed and tried not to think about why his heartrate was higher in the middle of the night. It was harder than you liked to admit to force away the images of Conner pleasuring himself and calling out your name.

As you neared the locker room to clean up and change, a scent caught your nose and the want in your chest grew stronger, lust immediately pooling in your gut. It was the most delicious thing you had ever smelt, lust and musk filling your senses and leading you like a dog on a leash. As you entered the locker room you saw what had drawn you like a man under a spell.

There was Conner, naked as the day he was taken out of his pod, seated on one of the benches you regularly found in locker rooms like this one. He seemed completely lost in his own world as he almost desperately jerked his hard cock, the action created loud slick noises as his hips jolted off the wood of the bench and up into his fist. In his other hand he was holding something to his face, huffing it like it was a drug he needed to live.

You were able to clear your want filled brain enough to look closer at what he was holding, and it finally clicked when you recognized the colours. It was a pair of your boxers, the very pair you had thrown into the wash the other day. The want in your chest seemed to unfurl like a flower, heat pooling in your gut as the crotch of your hero suit grew extremely uncomfortable.

A deep rumble echoed from your chest, your hands digging into the doorway enough to leave finger sized indents as you started panting through your mouth, trying your hardest to taste the way Conners scent had filled the room. Conners head snapped in your direction, his pupils blown wide and hair a mess. The hand around his cock hadn’t stopped moving, he actually seemed to tighten his grip and quicken it as he noticed you looking.

Conner made a rumble in return to your own, his own kryptonian wants seeming to overpower him the same way it had you. He keened loudly as you were upon him like a wild beast, picking him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him up against the lockers, which creaked loudly and dented under your shared weight. Your lips met in a wild wet display, tongues clashing and teeth biting. He gave some fight for dominance, but as you grabbed his ass and spread him open so you could grind your still clothed cock against his hole the fight seemed to melt right out of you.

It was hard to tell how long you stood there humping each other, spit dribbling down your chins and covering Conners pecs and making them shiny and oh so enticing. Unable to resist you disconnected the kiss and attached your lips to his nipples, sucking at them like a starving baby finally given milk. His back arched and his thighs spread open wide, his weight only held by the grip you had on his ass. You couldn’t tell what language either of you were speaking, if it was English, kryptonian or something third, but he begged and keened for you. The want and need for each other was maddening, for it wasn’t just lust but something much deeper, so deep it felt like your souls were grasping at the other and intertwining.

Conner was soon thrown over the bench, his chest meets the wood, though he didn’t have much time to complain about your connection disappearing as you quickly found your mouth upon his hole. The noises Conner made couldn’t be classified as human, loud keens and purrs coming from deep in his chest, from an organ human didn’t possess, his hands gripping the bench hand enough to snap off part of the wood.

The crotch of your suit is soaked as you drip large amounts of precum in your briefs, your tongue running wet circles around Conners hole and burying itself in the tight pucker, spit running down the clone’s taint and down his balls. Conner can’t help but reach back and grab your hair, looking over his shoulder and arching his back at the sight you make, so deeply taken with eating him out and spreading him open.

A puddle of precum gathers under you as Conners length drips like a faucet, even without either of you touching it he feels like he’s about to burst. And he does when you sink two fingers inside him, Conner letting out a loud wail as he spills all over the floor, the puddle between his legs growing even larger and messier.

A loud pleased growl rings from your chest, the scent of your partner being satisfied only making you feel hotter, the want in your chest brightening even further. Quickly finishing in stretching Conner you scamper to your feet, not even feeling patient enough to take your suit off in the way it meant too. The sound of ripping fabric is heard as you tear your suit from the neck and down, the material catching around your knees as you push it down.

Conner moans as the smell of your musk and lust hits him, his hard length giving a spurt of arousal as his need for you grows even stronger, he wants you in every way, be it love and lust. Grabbing your length around the base you lead it to his hole, shivering in anticipation as you push it inside, groaning from deeply in your chest as the feeling of rightness fills you at being with Conner like this. The man under you moans, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his hips back to get you in further.

It takes a while for you to bottom out seeing as you are kryptonian, it means you are very big in a way that would make it hard for anyone to take you, but not Conner, its like he’s made for you. Your balls rest against his taint and Conner looks over his shoulder at you, his face flushed and sweaty in a way you wouldn’t normally see on a kryptonian.

Leaning down you place your hands on either side of him, digging your fingers into the bench to grip, and start thrusting. Had it been any other time you two might have thought of staying quiet, but the feeling of perfect and right that connects you being like this muffles the world around you. Your lips meet in a wet kiss as your hips speed up, the bench creaking in complaint at your powerful movements.

You both cum like this, Conner spilling even more on the floor as you fill him up until its dripping out of him, and mutually you moan loud enough it wouldn’t be a surprise if it woke all your teammates. But neither of you could care, as a bond between you snaps in place, new heat washing through the two of you as you flip Conner over, his legs wrapping around your waist and his arms wrapping around your neck as you start thrusting anew, loud slick noises filling the locker room once more as you use your own spend to ease the process.

Neither of you could tell exactly how long you were at it, as kryptonian libido is no joke. All you knew was that at some point the bench broke under your combined super strength, the lockers were dented beyond saving from doing it up against them, and the wall had finger shaped holes from where Conner had grasped at it as you filled him again and again.

You were both a shaking mess as the heat finally seemed to dim, leaving only a deep love thrumming between you. The two of you found yourselves on the floor, Conner cuddled up in your arms as you kissed and purred at each other, the want in your chests seeming more settled than ever before, it felt like everything was as it should be. Conner had asked if this meant you were boyfriends now, and you just chuckled and told him you sure hoped so. He only had time to jump on you and kiss you in joy at the knowledge you were together, when you both heard a loud shriek and sound of disgust.

Glancing at the door to the locker room you only just caught glimpse of Wally speeding away, and you soon heard him crying out in disgust to the rest of the team that you two had turned it into some kind of kryptonian mating dungeon. You both flushed with embarrassment, sharing one last love filled kiss before you quickly got to cleaning up as best as you could, though there wasn’t much you could do about the damage. It would take some explaining to do, but you hoped to avoid talk about just what you two had been up too, from Conners snickering you knew he thought the same, the knowledge would probably scar your teammates.

[comphetkoncass]

one-plus-one, easy math cass&kon, fake dating (no, really, she's a lesbian, this is a fake date) word count: 2557 also on ao3

“You… want me to be your plus-one?” 

Cass nods. She’s started talking lately, according to Tim, but she’s still pretty quiet. Kon thinks even when she gets more comfortable with speaking, she might still be a woman of few words – she seems the type to choose them carefully, the same way she’s precise with her movements. 

“Well…” Kon rubs the back of his neck, thinking it over. “I thought we weren’t dating anymore. I thought you were happy about not dating anymore.” 

Cass tilts her head to the side, and Kon knows she’s probably reading his entire soul. He squirms a little under her intense gaze. Then, “I am.” 

“Then…” He frowns. “Why are you asking me to be your plus one, if we’re not dating?” 

It’s a longer phrase, and Kon thinks she might struggle. But to his pleasant surprise, though she takes some time to consider her words, they don’t seem overly difficult. “...I need someone outside the family.” 

“And I’m the best choice?” he asks. “...Really?” 

“I was surprised too.” 

Kon barks out a surprised laugh. She’s learned enough for jokes, then, that’s great. She smiles, and he’s glad she’s comfortable enough to joke around with him still – he missed making her happy. As whirlwind and short-lived as their romance was, making her smile was a definite perk. He always got the feeling that joy was a rare experience for her. He just hopes she’s happy in Gotham. To him, it’s always been stifling – not least because Batman is an asshole. 

“So?” Cass asks, looking at him with intense brown eyes. 

“Ah, what the hell,” he finally says. “Sure. But I need to go shopping, I don’t have anything fancy enough for this kind of thing.” 

Cass smiles then – and holds up three separate cards in Bruce Wayne’s name. Stolen, he thinks, given the mischief on her face. Kon quickly discovers that, actually, there is a superpower better than his TTK, and it’s called money. He whoops in delight, and it doesn’t take long for them to explore Gotham’s downtown, going from shop to shop until they find the perfect outfits to blend in with high society. 

(Or, rather, how they think they could blend in with high society. Cass’s dress is probably too loose and flapper-style for the current era, and Kon’s probably has too much satin, but they match, and they make for a fun duo.) 

////////

In the end, Kon probably wasn’t the best choice for the Gala. But Dick and Tim are both gone on a mission outside Gotham, leaving Cass the only Wayne child to represent the family alongside Bruce. Kon probably wasn’t the first choice, either – and privately, Kon wonders if Cass is testing boundaries with Bruce, given he’d been all but banned from Gotham. If she is testing boundaries, he hopes she gets whatever she’s angling for, even if it’s just a little more freedom to hang out with friends. 

It’s not until halfway through the Gala that Kon starts to wonder if maybe Cass had ulterior motives after all. 

They’ve been talking and tasting the overpriced snack table for most of the night, almost-goofing-off but not blatantly enough to catch Bruce’s ire (or so Kon hopes). Kon’s been monopolizing Cass’s attention, something he’s pretty good at, if he does say so himself – he’s always been a charmer. 

But eventually, it wears off; that, or everyone waiting for a chance with Cass finally get bold enough to interrupt them. And while Cass is trying to throw a wad of caviar into Kon’s open mouth, at that. 

“Ahem,” a young man about Cass’s age says. “So terribly sorry to interrupt. May I?” 

“May you what?” Kon asks, straightening up. He wipes the tiniest trace of caviar from the corner of his lip – Cass is an excellent shot, and Kon’s pretty good at catching, so it’s not like she ever missed. 

Cass, meanwhile, stands up a little straighter. 

“Interrupt,” the young man says. “Miss Wayne, I don’t mean to take you away from… present company. But I was hoping for a dance. Perhaps a bit of light conversation.” 

Kon stares at the guy, raising a brow. 

Kon’s no body language reader. Not like Cass. But he knows her heart’s a little faster, in the bad way. The blood pressure raising way. He glances between her and the new guy, and ultimately decides, nah, he’s not going to let this happen. 

“Sorry,” he says. “Her dance card is pretty full. I could try to rearrange, but she and I, we’re pretty busy.” 

Cass looks up in surprise – an expression he’s not used to seeing on her face. 

The new guy, too, looks surprised. Kon thinks he can see his eye twitching. Kon bets his name is something silly, like Macadamian Rosegarden Cavendish the Third, and that he’s not used to being told no. 

All the more reason to say no, then. 

Kon sends him a friendly smile, then looks back over at Cass and extends her a hand. Time to go somewhere a little less approachable. “Speaking of dancing though – Cass and I should probably practice a little. I’ve got two left feet, see, and she's the best dancer I know. Cass?” 

Cass looks at Kon’s hand, then his face. Wordlessly, she takes his hand. 

Kon sends the guy a two-fingered salute, then is quick to walk with her to a less occupied part of the Gala. There’s a balcony nearby, one just big enough for the two of them. Kon makes a little more room by hopping up on the ledge, swinging his legs around so he can face Cass and the party inside the windows. 

Cass is quiet for a while, but she looks less tense out in the night air. He almost didn’t notice it beyond her heartbeat, but she’d gotten a little more tense when Macadamian Rosegarden Cavendish the Third had approached – a tension that hadn’t been there when it was just the two of them enjoying themselves. 

It takes a moment, but finally she finds her words again. “...Thank you.” 

“No problem,” Kon says. “Is it like that a lot, at these things?” 

Cass shrugs one shoulder. “Second gala,” she says. When Kon doesn’t quite understand, she pauses and elaborates, just a little. “...I don’t come to many. Not sure.”

Kon nods. That makes sense. “I hope you don’t have to go much more often then, because it must suck having to reject people so much.” 

Cass looks at the ground. 

Kon frowns a little. The wind disturbs her carefully ironed bob, and when she doesn’t try to remove it from her face, Kon reaches out with just a hint of TTK and does it for her. She looks up, equal parts confused and startled. 

“Sorry,” he says, putting both hands up and stopping his powers. “Just- Sorry. Got distracted. Wanted to help.” 

Cass crosses her arms in front of her chest. 

Kon finds his train of thought, then, and asks, “Do you usually get to reject them? Or do you end up dancing with them anyways?” 

Cass’s silence speaks volumes. 

Kon lets out a slow breath. It fogs in front of him in the chilly night air. “I’m sorry,” he says, sincerely. “That sucks.”

“Not your fault.” 

“Well… I’m glad I could come with this time,” he says. “So you don’t have to dance with anyone you don’t want to.” 

Cass nods. There is the tiniest hint of a smile again, and she tucks a lock of hair behind her ears. Then, quietly, “Even you?” 

It takes him aback for a second. Then, he understands what she means, and nods. “Well yeah, I only said your dance card was full to lose that jerk. You don’t have to actually dance with me – even though I will say, my dance moves are great, I’m an absolute party animal. I can do the Mashed Potato like nobody’s business.” 

Cass blinks, serious instead of laughing. “Mashed potato?”

Kon grins, standing on top of the balcony ledge. “I’m so glad you asked, I’d be happy to demonstrate-”

He’s pretty sure he’s not doing it exactly right, but Cass looks almost hypnotized by the way his heels click and his knees move in sync with an imaginary rhythm. He’s definitely doing the hands wrong, but he’s having more fun with it this way. 

“Dancing with yourself?” Cass asks, grinning up at him. "Not a waltz?"

“Way more fun,” Kon says with a grin. “I could show you how to do it yourself?” 

Cass just laughs at him. She’s already imitating his movement – in a way that flows better than he’s doing. Right – almost forgot, movement was her first language. Of course she’s better than him already. 

Instead of feeling put out, Kon just grins at her. 

She looks like she’s having fun again – and really, that’s all he wants. 

When she looks back up at him, her smile is everything. Kon knows she isn’t interested in a relationship – or at least, not one with him. Kon checks in with himself, gives himself a stern reminder not to read into anything. He’s here to make sure she has fun, and that’s all. 

Eventually, after teaching Cass the Twist, the Shopping Cart, and an attempt at the Moonwalk – all of which she masters immediately – Kon hops down from the ledge and moves to sit again. 

He looks up at the sky, and mourns the fact that Gotham doesn’t really have stars. “Thanks for inviting me,” he says sincerely. “It’s been really fun tonight. I haven’t gotten to go to something like this in a while, and the ones I went to before – they weren’t that fun, either, even if they were a lot less fancy than this.” 

Cass looks a little surprised. “But you’re so… exciting?” 

Kon chuckles a little. “Yeah,” he says. “But it’s still more fun here with you.” 

It takes her a moment to chew on that. Eventually, she moves to sit on top of the ledge next to him. They both look inwards at the party, watching ladies in fancy dresses dance with well-dressed men in suits. The fake laughter, the champagne glasses. Kon’s never been that familiar with the super-rich, but he’s had his fair share of parties. Especially back when he was Just Superboy. 

Ever since getting his name, and especially after moving in with Ma and Pa Kent, life’s been a lot slower. More balanced. He has room to breathe. 

Kon doesn’t know much about Cass’s life before being adopted by Bruce Wayne. But he hopes it’s been a relief for her, too. That whatever her life was like before, that she can breathe in this fresh start, too. He hopes it’s not constant vigilante work all the time. She deserves a chance to have fun and be a real person, too. 

When Kon looks back, he finds Cass staring at a young woman with a particularly daring backless dress in crushed velvet Prussian blue. 

Her cheeks are pink, he notices.

And he thinks, maybe he’s reading into this too much. But if he’s not, he thinks he understands her a little bit better. And maybe why she seemed to have a lot of fun on their date, and liked the idea of a romance, and a TTK castle in the sky, and a spark of real love with someone – but why something was missing. 

“She’s pretty,” Kon says, looking at the young woman, too. “Do you like her dress?” 

Cass turns to him, brows furrowed. She glances between his body language and his lips, seemingly puzzled. “I wouldn’t want to wear it.” 

“Sorry,” Kon says, realizing he might be confusing her by being subtle. “I wouldn’t expect you to, yeah, it’s not very practical.” 

Cass looks at him again, still confused. 

“...But,” he says, “It’s okay to like how it looks on her. It’s okay if you think she’s pretty.” 

Cass doesn’t say anything for a little while. Her face is still a little pink. 

“Pretty doesn’t matter,” Cass says, but her eyes don’t leave the blue dress. “It’s not supposed to.” 

“Sure,” Kon says. “But dancing doesn’t matter either. And it can still be fun. Pretty – sometimes pretty can be fun. Sometimes people like to look pretty just to enjoy it. Like art, or whatever.”

It takes a moment, but finally, Cass nods. “And she?” she asks. “She wants to look pretty so that someone sees her as pretty?”

“Something like that.” 

“Her date,” Cass says. Her eyes are laser-focused on the man locking arms with her. “She wants her date to see her as pretty.” She pauses for a moment. A long one. Then, in a smaller voice, “Not me.” 

Kon is quiet for a moment, not sure what to say to that. 

Cass’s shoulders slump. “I shouldn’t look. I wouldn’t want her to feel-” She frowns, looks over at the boy who had asked her to dance earlier, who Kon had helped her reject. And Kon recognizes her dilemma. The fear of looking, of asking to dance, when it’s unwanted. When there is a fundamental incompatibility. 

Cass shivers, and Kon sheds his jacket to drape over her shoulders. It’s satin, so it doesn’t do all that much to protect her from the cold, but Kon likes to think it at least helps. She pulls it closer, and looks more at ease immediately. 

“You don’t have to look if it makes you worried to think about this kind of thing,” he says, carefully. “But it’s not wrong to think she’s pretty, regardless of who she’s trying to be pretty for.” 

She looks up at him, still unsure. 

“Trust me on this,” Kon says, adding a wink for flair. “It’s okay if you don’t like boys. It’s okay if you like girls – hell, it’s okay if you only like girls. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

Cass looks in through the window, of the sea of wealthy Gothamites. Kon follows her eyes to the small, formal dance floor – where the only ones dancing are men-and-woman pairs. How they lean in close to each other; how the man leads the woman, how they’re pushed close together, how it’s impossible to miss the intimacy in the way they hold each other, even in formal dances. The way men’s suits cut neatly to their waists and flatter masculine figures; the way the women’s dresses accentuate whatever she believes her best features to be. The way they all follow the same type of dance, with no room for new steps. No room for fun. 

He thinks it cuts quite a picture against two vigilantes, teaching each other how to dance with themselves in the cold night air. 

“Someday you might get to dance with a girl,” he says. “Sorry if it might not be tonight. But someday.” 

Cass laughs a little, pink to her ears. “And you?” 

“What, who am I going to dance with?” 

She nods. 

Kon lets out a long breath, leaning backwards, elbows brushing the railing. He’s not sure himself. “I like dancing, just not the boring, stuffy kind,” he finally says. “As long as my partner’s having fun, I don’t really care how I do it, or who I’m dancing with.” 

Cass follows his eyes – the way he watches everyone inside the window, his eyes not particularly caught by any one person. 

“Okay,” she says, and accepts that as an answer. Kon thinks she reads something different in his body language – but if she does, she doesn’t tell him any different. 

"Let's stay outside a little longer, yeah?" Kon finally says. "I think I remember the Electric Slide. I've got the song on my phone and everything."

Cass grins, and Kon pulls up his phone. The Electric Slide clashes horribly against the orchestra inside, but he doesn't care. They've got their own dancing to do, and they'll be doing it to their own rhythm.

[002yb]

I don't know, I just really like the idea of a reverse!robins au, you know??? Just little baby Dickie being an absolute menace to a slightly older Jason, and just being completely obvious with his little (huge, enormous, really) crush on Jason, and just Dick being a possessive and jealous little shit as a kid, before they started dating just cracks me up. And like everyone knows about his crush, but they all think its so cute and innocent, and it'll probably go away, right???? Right???? Something like this probably

https://www.tumblr.com/mlim8/691663407306440705/i-want-to-say-how-much-i-love-your-reverse-robins?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/mlim8/681971460563140608/jaydick-week-day-3-reverse-robins-soulmates?source=share

So I think I may have answered an ask with similar vibes here. (: Here's some thoughts inspired by the first link though! Super cute vibes, kudos to mlim8!

Dick emulating Kon because he genuinely believes Kon is the definition of c o o l g u y. Like, how else could Kon land Tim? The man is playing out of his league; he's a legend. Peak aspiration. Of course Dick is going to be smitten with his older brother's cool boyfriend; Dick needs to learn all the tricks of the trade. He's got his own babygirl to win over. C:

(The term 'babygirl' comes from an overheard conversation and while Kon laughs about it, Tim gets so embarrassed. Despite how he tells Dick to not say that, Dick refuses).

Anyway, Kon? Thriving. Some might call his moves cringe, but Dick is so earnest and hopeful and Kon feels like fucking superman no one can touch him. ;U;

Damian nagging both Tim and Jon about Kon's influence on Dick because Dick won't listen to him; he can't be deterred and Damian is losing his mind over how Dick keeps winking and finger gunning and throwing out these truly terrible, punny lines at Jason and ahhhhhhhh

Basically Damian not liking Kon because of the impact he's had in Dick's life. It's created a hassle for Damian, but more than that? Big brother might be a little jealous. ;3;

Extra detail: Damian didn't like Kon even before Dick came into the picture because he became a distraction for Tim. It's an ongoing argument between Damian and Tim, actually. Damian is convinced Tim keeps Kon around for the sole purpose of annoying him (this isn't the case, but Damian is convinced)

Tim scoffing about it and telling Damian that his envy is showing. Just get laid, damn.

Which Damian gets indignant because no )<

To which Tim smirks a bit and purposefully badgers, 'Alright, Brother Complex (affectionate nickname), if you're threatened by our baby brother stealing Jason from you, then—‘

And Damian hisses because shut up, Drake. Fuck forbid father hear such crass speak omfg Damian will bury Tim himself.

Jason does have a crush on Damian though. The brother complex goes both ways. Or rather, it's a transference sort of deal for Jason that lingers big time because in this verse, Damian chose to save Jason from Joker, consequences be damned. The point stands, Jason is very sweet on Damian.

When Dick realizes this, devastation. Betrayed by his own partner!? Because...maybe Damian would have a similar batman stint where Dick was his Robin?? Yes.

Anyway, Dick refusing to talk to anyone, even Jason. Which is how they all know Dick is distraught.

So despite how it pains Damian, they send in the b i g g u n s: Kon. (:

Who hypes Dick up so hard. Just a bro looking out for his little man, y'know? Kon might hype Dick up a bit too much though because when Dick finally leaves whatever high nook he's sequestered himself away in?

Dick walks right up to Damian and challenges him for Jason outright and the family is caught in a perpetual state of ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃) because omfg Bruce is right there watching this play out and Jason is his babygirl, first and foremost.

But Damian accepts the challenge if it means having his brother back. And Damian, the sap, kneeling and drawing Dick in for a hug because fuck, having Dick be mad at him? Someone so happy and hopeful and wonderful? It was like a stab to the heart ngl.

And yes. While Damian's brother complex persists, there's zero intent to act but he still plays into this challenge of Dick's because it's highly motivating for the little punkass twerp.

Meanwhile Jason is just...there. Dumbfounded after Dick winks and shoots finger guns his way with a declaration of: 'you're gonna fall for me some day, babygirl.' But don't worry, Dick will catch him.

And Tim groans because Dick, please.

[iowriteswords]

Lex Learns Batman's Identity - Preview Snippet from Flightless Birds Part 4

Lex has known Bruce Wayne for most of his life. They used to get dragged to the same boring parties, until Bruce’s parents died. (He’d disappeared for several years after that—he was too young to attend social events alone, and no one wanted to invite his guardian, who was a butler.)

Neither of them had fit in with the other kids, who’d thought that Lex was mean and Bruce was weird. This could have made them friends if they hadn’t shared their peers’ opinions of each other; as it was, they disliked each other more than the other kids disliked either of them.

He remembers one gala he’d been dragged to, the boys had been trying to set up some kind of game. One kid, he didn’t remember who, had decided, “And Lex and Bruce will be the bad guys.”

Lex hadn’t cared what his role was—he’d play the game to make the night go a little quicker, and when it was over he’d spend the rest of the summer with his mom. But Bruce had turned red and stomped his feet and insisted, “I’m not a bad guy.”

They were at an impasse. Eventually, Oliver Queen intervened. He often did, then, for obnoxious child Bruce, and later, for a very different but equally obnoxious teen Brucie, when he was old enough to come to parties without the uninvited butler. (When Bruce was six, Lex had watched him bite a man for calling him Brucie. At sixteen, it was how he introduced himself.)

“We don’t need two bad guys,” Oliver had said. “Bruce can be on my team.”

The game went on. It was a night like many others. But Lex is picturing that Bruce, tiny, red faced, indignant, insisting, “I’m not a bad guy,” when the epiphany hits.

He looks across the room at his son. His son, who now trusts him enough to do homework in his office, instead of meeting in public. His son, who’s dating, of all people, Bruce Wayne’s son.

“Kon?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you dating Batman’s son?”

Kon stares at him. There’s that split second pause that Lex knows means he’s about to lie. “No,” he says, speaking very slowly, like he thinks Lex is stupid, “I’m dating Tim. You know that.” He pauses. “Does Batman even have kids?”

“I suspect he has seven of them. Named Tim, Jason, Dick, Cassa—”

Kon bolts out of the room at superspeed.

Well. He left his homework—he’ll be back.

-

It takes Kon two hours to come back. When he does, he knocks on the front door instead of the office window, and he has Tim with him.

“You forgot your homework,” Lex says. He walks back toward the office, confident the kids will follow him. He’s not about to have some sort of confrontation with a teenager in the front hallway.

Kon sits down. “Tim’ll talk to you when he’s ready,” he says, then resumes his homework.

Tim stares at Lex for a long moment, leaning against the back of Kon’s armchair. Lex waits. He’s had enough encounters with Tim by now to realize pushing him is utterly impossible.

“I was born in a different world,” he says, finally. “Six of the seven of us were. That’s why all my paperwork is fake.”

“Batman brought you here?”

“Yeah. In my world—in my world you paid a psychopath to torture me for three weeks. I was fourteen.”

Kon’s hand snakes around the side of the armchair to grab Tim’s. Otherwise, he seems occupied with his homework.

“At the end of those three weeks, my kidnapper and my world’s Batman were both dead, I was insane, and you were the president of the United States.”

“You killed him,” Lex says.

“Yeah.”

Kon’s hand squeezes Tim’s; Tim squeezes back.

“Batman’s my dad. You aren’t going to ruin another world for me. Because you love Kon. And Kon loves me.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything for you, Tim,” Lex says. He’s trying to picture an even younger version of the very young man in front of him killing Batman. It’s an unpleasant image.

“I knew Bruce flunked gym on purpose,” he says, hoping to lighten the mood.

All the tension goes out of Tim, and he smiles. “He only did it to upset you.”

Kon comes around the chair to stand pressed close to Tim. “Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” Tim says.

Kon smiles at Lex. “Congrats on being the second smartest person in the room. Tim figured it out when he was nine.”

“Well, accounting for universal variants—”

“Oh, this world’s version of me beat you to it, too.”

Lex decides to ignore that. He checks his watch. “We have dinner reservations. Tim, you’re welcome to join us.” He’d rather have a tag-along than wait for Kon to fly him back to Gotham. And they’d probably miss the reservation. Kon doesn’t fly as quickly as Superman—Lex’s contribution to his genetics, unfortunately.

[superklutzkent]

Do you have any clean timkon fic recs?

i went in search of some just for you anon

See What You Wanna See

As horrible as it sounded, the young clone of Superman had spent half his life not getting along with the world and as such, had learned to get along without it. But Tim wasn't like that. Tim needed people to function. It was the one trait Bruce wished his son hadn't inherited from him. Conner Kent could survive getting his heart broken. Tim Drake could not. And Bruce Wayne was not going to lose another son. Or, Bruce doesn't understand what Tim could possibly see in Kon. Until, of course, he does.

~~~

What's Real and What Isn't

Kon’s eyes almost glow in the dark, a luminescent blue so vivid Tim almost can’t stand looking at them, though he has a harder time trying to look away from them. “I thought you were having a nightmare or something. Your heart was beating so hard it woke me up.” Tim feels himself a flush. He can’t even sleep without bothering someone else. “Oh,” He replies, voice small. “Sorry. I’m fine, you can go back to sleep.” “You’re shaking,” Kon points out and Tim curses internally.

~~~

Think Cupid, But Aim Lower

"Well", Bruce ignored his question, "I don't exactly have a rule against dating metas" "Ok?" Tim had no idea what his dad was trying to lead up to, but he put on his best listening face. "And I mean any meta", Bruce emphasized, searching his son's face for comprehension in vain, "any meta, at all. Regardless of gender" Or, the Batfamily will make sure Tim gets his guy, even if it entails a lot of beating around the bush, dropping hints so veiled that they can be misconstrued surprisingly easily, and basically giving the bird and his clone boy a headache in the process

~~~

Hey, Sunshine

"Kiss me, Kon", he demanded. He could already hear the smile in Kon's voice when he spoke. "Whatever you want, Sunshine" Or, Kon loves giving his boyfriend nicknames and Tim wants to know the reason behind this particular term of endearment.

~~~

I'll get back to you as soon as possible

Hey, this is Superboy. I’m probably busy kicking ass and saving babes but if it’s urgent just give me a shout and I’ll… Rox, can you shut your big mouth for one second or. The effect Conner’s voice has on Tim is instant. His gasping breaths become slower and easier to control. His whole body relaxes. Or: Tim calls Conner a lot while he’s dead. He calls a few times after he comes back too.

~~~

Dinner Rush

Tim decides it's finally time to tell his family that he and Conner are dating. Madness ensues.

~~~

Blind

As much as Kon had begged Clark not to send him to school, to while about his day doing equations and learning about dead people, when he could be doing something useful (like punching bad guys), Kon had actually come to like school. Well, he didn't so much care for the classes, but it was nice to make friends who were just normal people. It was interesting to hang around people who had no idea that the unassuming Conner Kent was actually the famed hero Superboy. Kon got to take a bit of a break from being a hero and pretend to be normal for a while, which could be fun under the right circumstances.

His friends were pretty neat, as well.

~~~

Just My Luck It's You

One night as Kon was dosing off to sleep it suddenly feels like he's been suckered punch and left breathless. As he gasps for air he knows something big has just happened to Tim, his very human soulmate, and knows he needs to go and find him no matter what.

~~~

Friends Are The Family We Choose

It’s really nice to know that both of their families watch out for one another no matter who it is. Clark would do anything for any member of Bruce’s family and even know he won’t admit it, Bruce would do the exact same for his.

Or, Kon nearly runs himself down to the ground with worry after Tim gets hospitalised and the Batfam are there to make sure he actually takes care of himself.

~~~

fill in the blanks

“You?” Tim blurts. Holy shit. “You’re Kon?”

A nod. “Are you in any pain?” he asks again.

Kon’s skin is sun-kissed, cheekbones dusted with a fine smattering of freckles; he is, without exaggeration, the prettiest person Tim has ever seen. “No, I’m—great,” he says, fidgeting. “Do you, uh, come here often?”

Kon raises a brow. “To the medbay?” he intones. “Definitely more often than I’d prefer.”

~~~

Say Amen, there he goes again

Tim and Kon get together. That prompts their respective families to tell them how much they love and support them.

Which is quite frankly a terrible development, if you ask Tim.

[mamawasatesttube]

I gotta know your Kon headcanons. I Must. But also, how about some Jon headcanons?

YESSSS THE BROS <3 kon first!!

Headcanon A:  realistic

inspired by talking with @lemontongues: he practices with his ttk by getting really into fibercrafts, particularly making bobbin lace!! after a while he can control so many moving parts all at once doing so many things and it's pretty incredible to watch.

this also does result in him having so much lace and not knowing what to do with it all. he sells some at markets with ma, learns to sew once ma says they really have enough doilies, bookmarks, etc., so he can make her pretty dresses, and starts adding lace to his own wardrobe too. call that grannypunk.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

he loves max mercury's chives, and as a farm boy, is delighted to discuss gardening whenever he visits bart's family. bart is like NO NO PLEASE TAKE MORE CHIVES. MORE THAN THAT. EVEN MORE!

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

he's terrified of himself and the amount of power he has. especially as he grows older and comes into his own properly. the idea that, as a fully-realized kryptonian with ttk, he might genuinely be able to take down clark - superman - is genuinely terrifying to him.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

clark actually does offer to share the superman mantle with him when he's a little older! (they're flying side-by-side; kon is so shocked he falls 500 feet before he remembers how to fly again.) he ruminates on it a bit and finally says no, because he'd like to forge his own identity, but the fact that clark offered means the world to him.

AND NOW BABY TIME:

Headcanon A:  realistic

he takes after his mom a lot more than people realize. he's got her scheming mind. got all that cunning and guile under his dad's big baby blues and general goodboy demeanor. but when it rears its head, oh man. you can really tell yeah, that's lois lane's son alright. sometimes kon likes to wind him up and set him loose on people just to stand there and giggle while jon verbally eviscerates some hapless asshole.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

teenage jon came home from school one day and immediately put a dollar in the swear jar. when lois raised an eyebrow, he blinked innocently at her and explained, "lex luthor gave a speech at school today, and when he asked if anyone had questions, i raised my hand and called him a bitch."

lois thought this was so funny she gave him his dollar back. kon, when he heard, thought this was so funny he gave jon an additional 20 bucks.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

he accidentally broke pa's favorite mug one morning while pouring coffee for ma. yes, he did cry about it.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

he actually gets to have a childhood! sometimes he comes home and calls kon up to complain about a bunch of middle school drama and kon just sits there like. ???. ?????. and then jon is like. oh right you're like eight :/ never mind. kon is always like "HEY!" and jon thinks it's funny, so he never stops saying it.

[spider-jaysart]

More story ideas

Conner and Jon hanging out and Conner decides to teach Jon how to be cool

Jon learning about krypton or learning how to speak it from Kara (I also headcanon that Damian learns along side him but doesn’t need to be there )

Sorry most of my ideas are Jon based in my defense hes the one I know most of (he’s my first introduction and favorite)

@camo-wolf

Jon is my favorite one in the Superfamily too!✨💖✨So don't worry, cause I love Jon Kent content!

And a story where Jon tries to become cool with Conner's guidance would be such a cute and funny story!! It also would work for a story where maybe Jon probably learns something in the end!

And one about him learning how to speak Krypton language with some lessons from Kara would be really cool too!

Like for the first one, Jon and Kon are both hanging out at the mall together drinking their cold drinks and Jon just takes one good look at Kon and is like "How are you just so cool?" And Kon just gives a confident answer in response, like "It's just natural, little Bro." And Jon, after getting an idea, is like "Maybe you could teach me to be cool just like you!" Kon considers this idea, thinking it would be fun to give his little Bro some tips on being cool just like him

So later on that day, he first gives him some useful tips on how to act cool like him, he then gets Jon a leather jacket of his own with a patch of the Super symbol that he had sewn on for him, and finally, after a while of having fun while trying many of them at the store, they finally find shades that fit Jon perfectly in both size and style

But then (maybe for story purposes) Jon later begins to take these learned cool lessons from Kon a little further, actually starting to act as if this is the new him, using his cool act as his new personality, always wearing his leather jacket everywhere he goes and the new shades too, especially when he goes out in his civillian form, instead of his regular glasses that are usually used to hide his identity, he also begins to become a bit of a rude person, letting his coolness get in his head a little too much when interacting with others

Though, while this new behavior of his has been going on for almost a week now, the Supers soon have to go into a certain battle together, a battle that needs Jon to act as himself once again in order to be able to help eachother succeed in the mission, and this mission later also causes Jon's leather jacket to get torn, ripped up and damaged in the end of it as well.

So with the Supers now standing together, with the mission being a success, Jon, who is saddened and feeling some guilt from his past interactions with his family, goes up to Kon and the rest of the family, apologizing for how he was acting with them before, telling them he just thought that he was becoming cooler than he was before but he was actually just becoming a type of person that he wasn't. Kon then tells Jon that he doesn't have to be like him just to be cool, and that he should be himself, which is Jonathan Samuel Kent, cause he is also a very cool dude

Jon smiles with a couple of tears pouring down his face and hugs Kon tightly after hearing this

Later that day, after dinner at the Kent house after a long day, Jon is in his bedroom standing in the mirror looking at himself, wearing his Superboy sweater, thinking about what Kon had said earlier about being his self. Kon then comes into the room with something in his hands as he's there to check up on Jon, and after talking for a bit, Jon asks about what it is that Kon is holding in his hands, which leads to Kon finally revealing it to him

What he sees is a jean jacket in his brother's hands, with some sewd on patches that he would love. Kon tells him that it's a gift that he worked on just for him and that he felt this would probably fit his type of style more than the leather jack did. Jon becomes excited with this gift his brother had made for him and happily puts it on, excitedly taking a good look at himself in the mirror with it on after he does. And after a minute of seeing what it looks like on him, he immediately gives Kon a tight hug, thanking him for the gift, Kon also hugs him back tightly in response, telling him that he'll always be a cool dude

And Jon wanting to learn Kryptonian language from Kara after hearing her speak in it once during a coversation

After a couple of days of getting some lessons from her, next time when Damian is over at his house, maybe Jon's all like "Hey, Dami, listen to this!", Ready to impress his best friend as he shows off his Kryptonian language skills, which in fact does impress Damian indeed. And maybe that same day while he's hanging out with Damian, Kara is coming over later for dinner and is going to give him some more lessons on Kryptonian language, so Jon gets the idea to invite Damian to learn with him, which Damian accepts

They both have a fun time learning the language together and with Kara too and begin to later use the language to communicate with eachother sometimes for fun or for when they don't want anyone to know what they're saying lol

I really liked these two ideas! You come up with really fun stuff! Feel free to keep sending asks if you want, even if it's Jon Kent content lol, cause I love him too✨💖✨ and also cause your shared ideas are really fun to read and add on to!

Also for refrence, I'm imagining that Kon gave Jon this Jean jacket (except with more patches and pins added to it though)

Thanks for the ask! :D

[isfjmel-phleg]

Bart's pictogram thought bubbles serve as a glimpse into how his mind works and often as a comedic device. But there are a few occasions where they take a serious turn, such as he is faced with the reality of death, and these cases all have something in common.

They address not just the idea of death but also specifically his response to it.

The first time it comes up is in a situation in which one of Bart's friends got grazed by a bullet, and Bart realizes that his friends could have been killed. He pictures himself standing between their graves, shocked and confused. This possibility is unfamiliar to him, and he doesn't know how to take it. What would it be like to lose someone that way? He doesn't know, but it's enough to make him go quiet and serious for a while.

(Impulse #29)

The next time it comes up, a villain has weaponized Bart's overactive imagination against Tim and Kon, and Bart, unable to shut off his imagination, pictures himself digging his friends' graves. It's a sobering thought, not only because his friends are in danger, but because he believes it will be his fault if they die. Death is not simply a bewildering notion now that he could be responsible for it. His response will be to pressure himself to think up a plan to save the day.

(JLA: World Without Grownups #2)

Finally, Bart's response to hearing that Max is dying is utter alarm. He pictures himself standing at Max's grave in a desolate cemetery, alone and dejected, in the middle of a thunderstorm. It's a very specific image, compared to the others. This death is not an abstraction. He can picture exactly what it would be like to lose the man who for all practical purposes has been his father, exactly how he would feel. He has learned by now that the death is very real and if it happens to someone he loves, it will mean loss and hurt.

(Impulse #62)

(He hasn't grasped his own death yet, though. That will come later, and there are no thought bubbles regarding that, although he will have flashbacks to the moment of experiencing his scout's death.)

[quietplace26]

Final part~

Kon! au (3)

Hannya and his monsters never stood a chance against The Nameless Kitsune.

They were all were eaten before they even knew what was happening, thus Shibuya returned to normal once again.

But Akito and KK didn't see the event, as The Nameless Kitsune ordered them to stay behind. She could end everything faster than they ever could.

With the mist gone, and the visitors/yokai disappearing from Shibuya, Akito just hoped that his 'mom' got to Mari before it was too late...

To his surprise, KK tries to comfort him. "I'm sure your... 'mom', took care of that bastard and saved your sister kid."

Akito smiles slightly. "Your right KK. She's probably on her way back with Mari now.

The wraith suddenly snorts. "Heh. What I wouldn't give to see that bastard's reaction your 'mom'. He probably pissed his pants at the sight of her!" Akito laughs as well. His 'mom' was quite terrifying when she wanted to be!

"Hm? What did that parasite say to make you laugh like that little one?" Akito jumps when his 'mom's' voice suddenly echos around him.

"Mom!" Akito turns to greet her when he freezes. His 'mom' wasn't alone. A healed up Mari was standing right beside her. "Aki!"

"Mari!" Akito darts over to his sister and nearly crushes her in a tight hug, whispering how he was so glad she was alright now.

A cough beside them makes Akito realize Mari wasn't the only human his 'mom' brought back with her.

Beside the massive Kitsune was two other humans. An older woman and a girl Mari's age.

"Rinko?! Erika?!" KK's voice was loud with disbeilef.

Akito eyed the females curiously "You know them KK?"

"Hell yeah I know them! These two are part of my team!"

KK's team... "So they're your friends?" KK denies it. "No! We aren't friends!" Akito had a feeling that was completely untrue, so he just smiles in amusment.

"So you're the unlucky guy who's stuck having KK in your head. Tell me, how are you handling that idiot?" This was the first thing Rinko says when Akito introduces himself to her and Erika.

"Idiot?! You bi-" Akito ignores KK's yells with a cheerful grin. "I just learned to tune him out when he's being annoying." KK makes an odd sound, clearly not liking being the butt of the joke going on between Rinko and Akito.

Rinko grins. "I like you. KK, if you can hear me, don't do anything to scare this kid off! We need more people like him!" KK just mutters a quiet, "Oh, fuck off!", and Akito laughs. "He hears you loud and clear!"

Erika was more quiet, and maybe a little scared. She was leaning against Rinko's side with a sad expression on her face.

Turns out the reason Erika was so scared was because her father was the one who started this whole mess to begin with. Her father being Hannya himself, and apparently, when The Nameless Kitsune went to take care of him, he was about to murder his own daughter!

"I did not think I would be able hate a single human more than I did with that flea. To even attempt to kill your own offspring..." The Nameless Kitsune bristled as she remembered seeing Erika being held down by Hannya, who was about to kill her with his own hands, and she just snapped.

Now with all annoyances gone, The Nameless Kitsune gathered up a healed up Mari, KK's now soulless body, and Erika. Rinko joined them not to long afterwards.

"As much as I'm happy to see everyone is alright, I really want to get back into my own body now!" KK didn't know how much longer he could actually stay in Akito's body. He was starting to get really tired...

"Mom? Where's KK's body? You said you-" Akito's cut off by his 'mom' suddenly spiting something out her maul. Whatever it was lands on the ground with a wet splat.

It was KK's body covered in yokai drool.

"There. I ate the soul that was originally in it so it is just a empty husk now." The Nameless Kitsune turns all her red eyes on Akito, staring directly at KK's soul within him. "Now get out of my kit's body parasite!"

That was easier said than done. It took a few tries, but with the help of a katashiro, Akito manages to transfer KK's soul out of his body, and back over to the older man's original body.

"Okay. That disgusting." Rinko makes a face of disgust as she watches KK try to stand up in all that yokai drool.

"Ew!" Mari joins in with by making gagging sounds.

Erika doesn't say anything, but her face clearly said she was grossed out as well.

Akito on the other hand? He just laughed.

"Stop fucking laughing at me you brat!" KK's face was red with rage as Akito just laughed harder.

Despite being laughed at and covered head to toe in yokai drool, KK couldn't help but smile at Akito laughter.

Maybe all the hell he went through tonight was worth it in the end...

"What are you smiling at parasite?" The Nameless Kitsune's head was suddenly right next to KK, causing the yokai hunter to yelp and fall back into the puddle of drool with a curse.

"Nothing!" KK looks away with a scowl as he tried to stand up again. A hand suddenly grabs one of his arms, steadying him. It was Akito.

"W-wait! You'll get drool on you too!" KK tries to pull away, but Akito just rolls his eyes and comes closer. "KK. You think this is the first time I dealt with my mom's drool?" It was true. The Nameless Kitsune use to give the siblings 'baths' when they were younger.

"Come on old man. Let's get you back to your place so you can shower." KK huffs, but let's the younger man help him.

After seeing how her kits would be alright now, The Nameless Kitsune finally let's herself relax. "I will be back later on to check on you my kits. Stay safe, and I love you so much." She disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving nothing behind to show she was even there in the first place.

The group ends up crashing at KK's place. It was cramped, but they made it work. The girls took the living room, while KK and Akito took the only bedroom.

"Akito." Akito glances up from where he was setting up the futons on the floor to see KK drying his hair by the door. "Yeah KK?"

KK tosses the towel to the side and plops down beside Akito. For a momnet, the older man doesn't say anything, but after taking a second, he says, "Thank you."

Akito wasn't sure why KK was thanking him. He didn't do anything worth being thanked.

Turns out KK disagrees with that statement. "If you hadn't been here when everything went to shit, Hannya would've won, and I would've died for real."

Akito looks away with a huff. "But I didn't do anything KK. It was all mom's doing."

"And your mom did it because you asked her too. Don't you see? You asking her to stop Hannya saved so many lifes, inculding your sister, my team, and even me. You're a hero Akito."

A hero? Him? Akito never thought anyone would call him that of all things!

KK nods with a playful grin. "You're my hero kid." The way KK said 'my' made Akito blush. It sounded almost possessive....

"Are you done flirting with the kid yet, KK?" Rinko was by the door, glaring in. "Me and the girls are going to sleep, so do us all a favor and shut up." She shuts off the lights and slams the door, leaving the two men in darkness.

They get under the covers, but Akito doesn't go to sleep. Rinko's words kept repeating in his head. "KK?"

"What?"

"Were you flirting with me eariler?"

"...Yeah. I was. Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"...No. I kinda like it."

Akito hears KK take a deep breath."If your mom doesn't eat me first," KK grabs one of Akito hands, squeezing it. "Can I have the honor of taking you out on a date tomorrow?"

Akito squeezes KK's hand back. "A date sounds nice KK."

A date with KK did sound really nice...

As long as Akito's 'mom' didn't try to eat KK first that is.

[un-pearable]

🔊 + kon-el since you said you wanted to, buuuut im also curious about bart!

!! heck yeah tysm. i have far too many sonic songs i apply to young justice but kon in particular… mwa. dude you have so many identity issues on top of the artificial being angst it’s no wonder you’ve got shadow vibes. i think they’d tear each other apart but it’d be a hilarious dynamic. i also think bart would be THRILLED to introduce kon to the sonic games while very much ignoring his own parallels. literally nothing is funnier to me than bart arguing that his fight with thad was just like sa2 and then forcing all of yj to watch him play it to prove his point. anyway on the topic of music:

kon: unsurprisingly almost every shadow song works in some way. shth2005’s waking up is probably the most predictable but a) it slaps and b) while the lyrics are supposed to be about shadow’s amnesia, imo it works really well as an analogue to kon slowly learning more about himself, both him making decisions about his own identity and others revealing more of his past/origins. never turn back is also great. as a song and as a metaphor for how all over the place his characterization and growth across different series + the weight of expectations he shoulders to stay a hero. predictably i am all of me remains perfection but beyond just shth2005 songs i’m also a big fan of what i’m made of from heroes as a kon song and the day i finally write the kon identity assertion + revenge fic is the day i peak. this last one is partly me just loving the song and wishing it was more popular and mostly my high hopes for Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow but i’ve got my fingers crossed for so much more… from sonic & sega allstars to be as applicable as i’m imagining it, and while yjdc is frustrating me it is validating my view of kon rn as feeling out of place where he is rn and torn between falling back on his “cool” persona versus actually moving forward and forcing himself to get uncomfortable and explore himself before he can find a role that fits him again.

bart: the argument stands to be made for every sonic song imaginable and i would very much be the one to make it. any version of riders’ catch me if you can bc time travel fast boy + thawne heritage bc i can and will take this goofy song seriously. he also gets so much more… bc i love that song and grappling with who you are in a changing world is a very bart mood. cd’s sonic boom for funsies bc it gives me early, out of touch but super excited to get to do heroic things, bart vibes

[prettysuper]

@detectim // Kon & Tim A city full of ten million heartbeats. Superboy was hovering above the streets of Gotham City, eyes closed as he focused on his super-hearing, specifically listening for one. Was it a little weird to have your best friend's heartbeat memorised? Maybe. But Kon would deal with the consequences of that thought later, pushing it to the back of his head. There were bigger things to deal with first. For all he knew, Robin's life could be at stake here. He hadn't answered his comm in 12 hours, which knowing how much of a workaholic Tim was, was unusual and unsettling to say the least. Something wasn't right. Having checked in with the rest of Young Justice and the Batfamily, he'd had it confirmed that Red Robin's GPS signal had blinked offline. Last seen in Otisburg. No doubt the rest of the family was looking for him as well. But Kon was no detective. For one thing, he wasn't nearly patient enough to be one. Each minute that passed, Kon worried that he might not see his friend again. Even if Robin knew how to fight like the best of them, humans were so fragile. He never said anything, but he worried every time he saw Tim with so much as a bruise. Finally after an hour of soaring through the different neighbourhoods, Kon detected that familiar steady, if uncertain rhythm of Robin's heart. But as he surveyed the building with his x-ray vision, Kon's own heart sped up; this wasn't friendly territory. He wasn't familiar with the Rogue responsible, never bothered to learn most of the Gotham villains but he could clearly see someone shackled from the ceiling, eight gunmen standing in his direction, as the leader of the gang - a big burly guy, throw another heavy punch his way. He had to play this one careful. Couldn't go in charging like a bull the way he usually did in case all guns went off at the same time. His telekinesis could block most bullets if he wasn't distracted but he wasn't willing to take the risk of it missing even one. Instead, he reached telepathically to Tim; mentally grimacing at the pain he could feel mounting in the other man's body, the blood stuck in his throat. 'Hang tight, Rob. I'm going to release you on the count of three.' He flew closer to the skylight, where he switched back to his normal vision. He could hear the gang-leader mocking his prey, pulling his hand back for another heavy hit. Kon hoped warning the other man would allow him to prepare an attack of his own, or at least get ready to dart into cover from the inevitable spray of bullets. 'One.' The touch of his voice was soft but affirmative. Encouraging even. Kon reached out with his telekinesis, trying to jam the nearest three guns. 'Two' He watched as the muscular man's hand got ready to hit for another blow. The second it was in motion, Kon mentally yelled; 'Three!' At the same time, he switched to his heat-vision; aimed heavily at melting through the thick chains they'd bound Red Robin's wrists with but taking care not to sear any of the other man's flesh itself. With that sorted, he crashed through the skylight in an attempt to surprise and distract the other gunmen. Hopefully they would take the bait and attempt to shoot him instead of Robin. "You know, you're out-leagued right?" Kon smirked at the remaining goons. "Put your hands up and maybe we'll go easy on you. Then again-" He clenched his fists ready to brawl himself, "You just did a number on my friend. It's only fair I return the favour."

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Out --- Toxicology Bonus Content

Description: Jon Kent comes out as bisexual.

Inspired by this post.

Toxicology – Masterlist

Damian was dreaming.

Usually it was of her. Sometimes it was his family.

On bad nights, they turned to nightmares of losing her. Those were the worst.

Then Damian started entering a half-sleep world.

And he felt a finger trace a line down the back of his neck, right down the center.

Damian Wayne was trained to be awoken by the smallest noise. He always had to be alert. His mother started such conditioning when he was just a toddler.

The only people that could wake Damian without getting a knife to the throat were Y/N and sometimes Dick. Alfred learned quickly to wake the young master from a distance.

“Wake up, my love.” Y/N whispered softly.

Sometimes she used her pheromones to make Damian recognize her presence in his sleep and prevent him from startling awake and immediately attacking.

“Beloved, let me sleep,” Damian muttered.

Y/N was very protective of Damian’s sleep, constantly worrying about the lack of hours he allowed himself. If it wasn’t patrolling, it was something with Wayne Enterprises. And if it wasn’t that, it was something off world, involving the Justice League or the Titans.

“I know, Dami. But Jon is coming over soon.”

That finally made Damian snap his eyes open. “Kent?”

Y/N gave him a shy smile. “I’m worried. He sounded upset on the phone.”

“He called?” Damian was awake now.

Jon was a product of his generation and almost never called any of his friends. It was all texting or a surprise appearances at their tree house.

Y/N nodded. “Said he needed to come over to talk to us about something.”

Damian could tell she was stressed.

He reached up to cup her cheek. “Beloved, I am sure all is well.”

She forced a shy smile and nodded.

“Anyway,” she sighed. “I figured you’d want to put some clothes on before he got here.”

Her eyes glanced down with amusement.

Damian had been so exhausted after coming back from patrol last night that he’d stripped his uniform, got in the shower, and then didn’t bother to put fresh clothes on after, and just jumped right into bed fully naked.

Y/N had no complaints. But Damian was shy about nudity with everyone except her. And she knew he wouldn’t appreciate a surprise visit from Jon while he was butt naked.

“Want me to make you some tea or coffee?” She asked him gently.

She watched as he reluctantly got up to put some clothes on. And by clothes, it was just a pair of black sweatpants, not bothering with a shirt.

“I want to go back to bed,” he grumbled.

But his irritation wasn’t aimed at Y/N, because he pulled her to his chest and gave her a gentle kiss on top of her head.

“He just landed,” Y/N hummed.

“How did you hear that?” Damian asked.

Surely he would’ve heard Jon’s flight or landing. Usually a sonic boom followed the Kents around. But he hadn’t heard one this time.

She shrugged. “Plants told me.”

Even after all these years, Damian was still amazed at the depths of her powers.

Instead of landing at the foot of their stairs like a normal person, Jon landed right outside their main door above ground. He could’ve easily landed on one of their balconies, but Jon Kent was raised with manners and his parents would be appalled by such an entrance.

“Come in!” Y/N called as she started filling a pot with water to make tea for all of them.

Damian stopped what he was doing to stare at Jon with confusion.

“Are you…sweating?”

“What?” Jon blurted out. “N-No!” Then he desperately wiped at his face.

“Jon,” Y/N said sweetly, grabbing his face. “What’s going on?”

Damian watched his girlfriend relax Jon a bit. She always had a skill for comforting people in a way he never could. They were opposites in that way. And it was moments like these that he was envious of her.

“Right.” Jon was very clearly anxious and started running his hand through his hair.

Y/N gently steered him to their table to sit.

But Damian remained standing with his arms crossed. “Is it your father? Kon? What is going on?”

The questions raced out of his mouth.

But Jon just shook his head, eyes glazed over.

Y/N gave Damian a warning look that said, ‘Let him speak.’

“Ummm,” Jon bought himself some time. “Right. OK. OK. OK.”

It was like he was pumping himself up.

Jon finally looked at both of them and took in a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you guys something that I’ve been…I don’t know…figuring out.”

Y/N and Damian shared a look.

Jon cleared his throat awkwardly. “I think I’m…umm…bisexual.”

Y/N and Damian were quiet for a moment, processing what he just said.

“No,” Jon suddenly blurted out before they could respond. “I don’t think. I know.”

Y/N looked at him softly and gripped his hand from across the table. “Jon, that’s what you got yourself all worked up for?”

Jon nodded, looking like he was about to start crying.

“I don’t want to steal your moment,” she told him quietly. “But this isn’t news to me.”

Jon’s baby blue eyes widened in surprise. “It isn’t?”

Then he looked at Damian to see if it was the same for him.

Damian shrugged. “I had my theories.”

“H-How?” Jon couldn’t help but ask.

“Your pheromones,” Y/N explained. “They’re already a bit different because you’re half Kryptonian. But they’re similar to my moms.”

“Oh, right.” Jon said lamely.

He peaked up at Damian.

Jon wondered if the two of them constantly talked about it. Like his sexuality was so obvious to them while he was struggling to figure it out.

Damian gave another shrug. “I’ve seen you eyeing Selina…but I have also seen you eyeing Grayson.”

Jon just once again said, “Oh.”

“Jon,” Y/N cooed. “Did you think we weren’t going to accept you? Or that we’d think differently about you?”

Jon let out an awkward laugh. “Uhhh. Yeah, something like that.”

Y/N finally got up from her seat and pulled Jon to his feet before hugging him tightly.

“You’re the same person I’ve been friends with since I was a kid. I’m just happy you can feel more like yourself now.”

Y/N felt a wetness on her shoulder and she realized Jon was crying.

“Oh, Jon. It’s OK. Everything’s OK.”

“I know,” Jon sniffed as he pulled away.

“I am a little insulted that you thought we’d react so poorly,” Damian huffed with his arms still crossed.

“Damian, shut it,” Y/N snapped in warning.

But Damian's comment actually made Jon laugh and rub his tears away.

“Give me a hug and stop being a jerk,” Jon told him.

Damian gagged. “I don’t care what your sexuality is, I hate being touched.”

Jon laughed harder. “I don’t care.” And the next second, he had basically tackled Damian into a hug.

Damian groaned and pretended to be disgusted.

But both Y/N and Jon knew it was all an act.

“You hug Y/N all the time,” Jon pointed out, still not letting go of him.

“She is my girlfriend,” Damian spat.

“Right. You’re beloved,” Jon teased.

“Are you done being dramatic now?” Damian finally ripped himself out of Jon’s embrace. “I want to go back to sleep.”

Jon smiled. “Sure, Damian. Thank you.”

He nodded and started walking back to the bedroom, knowing that Y/N and Jon would probably hang out while he was sleeping.

“Love you!” Jon sang, really pushing it.

“Ugh. I love you, too. Whatever.” Damian called over his shoulder, shooing the whole interaction with his hand.

Y/N giggled and shook her head at her boyfriend.

Once she was alone with Jon, her eyes brightened with an idea.

“Should we make some margaritas?” She jumped excitedly.

“It’s 2PM, Y/N.”

“Moms say there’s no wrong time for a margarita. And we’re celebrating!"

Jon laughed. “Alright. Margaritas it is.”

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A couple weeks later, it was Damian’s 24th birthday.

Both Alfred and Bruce had convinced him to have a party at the manor. Just close friends, most of which were superheroes or knew of the family's other life. But then they didn’t have to worry about hiding powers or identities or any other chaotic things.

Damian had his usual frown on his face. But everyone that really knew him could see the spark in his eyes from being surrounded by the people he loved.

Bruce and Clark were standing off to the side, talking amongst themselves.

If it weren’t for Clark, Bruce probably would’ve snuck down to the cave to work. He only pretended to enjoy parties when he was playing a part.

“Is something going on with Jon?” Bruce asked politely.

He might not be in tune with his emotions, but he was disturbingly observant. And he had seen Y/N and Damian watching over Jon protectively the whole party.

“Oh, right.” Clark said awkwardly. “He just came out.”

Bruce looked at him, a bit surprised.

“He’s bisexual,” Clark confirmed with a nod.

Bruce nodded back.

“Said he’s known most of his life. Apparently, he used to have a crush on Damian and Y/N when they were kids. That’s long gone, though.”

Then Bruce asked, “How’s he doing?”

Clark had a shy smile on his face as he watched his son laughing with Y/N. “He seems so much happier. Which is strange to see because he’s always been a happy, carefree kid. But it’s like something’s been lifted off his shoulders. I can’t explain it.”

But Bruce understood. “Tim was the same way,” he muttered.

“They sure find ways to surprise us still, huh?” Clark laughed.

Bruce smiled as he watched Tim and Jon now having a passionate conversation about something. “Yes, they do.”

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I know this was short. But hopefully it was also sweet.

[catxsnow]

OBVIOUSLY UNOBVIOUS T.D.

Request: I have a request ! It's kinda angsty but what if tim and y/n work together(maybe your like second in comment at WE), and y/n knows his secret, y/n is also very strong(powers or not up to you ) and Tim manages to convince her to join the Titans.y/n likes him , and she can't help but be jealous of him and Cassandra's friendship.y/n tries not to like cass but fails Bc she's just that good of a friend 

Sorry it's a Tim request! Where Tim and y/n are unaware of their feelings for each other. So Tim asks cass to be touchy, more friendly, and y/n is unaffected but on the inside she's boiling , so she asks Bart to be extra flirty, and it's just one big hot mess. 

Request for Tim falling for the new member of the Titans , y/n the protege of green arrow/black canary , Tim bring mad protective/jealous every time Bart flirts with her, yn being oblivious as hell

Warning: fluff, mentions of blood, 

A/N: I combined three requests because they were all kinda simliar in the bart/cassie making reader jealous so I hope you don’t mind. 

Word Count: 4k

Joining the Teen Titans had not been your idea. At all.

Tim pestered you for months to join his silly little band of sidekicks. You met him not long after he 'saved' you from a night of patrol gone wrong. New to Gotham and not quite understanding just how much of a hell hole it was. Avoiding Batman was easier than you thought - but Robin? Not so much.

Robin was kind to you, unlike his mentor. He always had a boyish smile for you, some explanation of the new tech he got excited over, and he never questioned who you really were. You knew that he knew your entire identity, how could the great Batman let his sidekick cohort with an unnamed masked vigilante?

You found yourself seeking his company more than seeking criminals at night. It wasn't just having someone watch your back, it was even if you didn't know who was hiding under the mask you felt like you could trust him. Robin quickly became the one person you could constantly rely on.

Robin was somehow always there when you got yourself into a tight situation. Cornered by goons that outnumbered you by a landslide, an unexpected amount of hired guns at a drug bust, even when you stumbled upon higher up criminals did he managed to be there just in the nick of time.

The reliance became almost unhealthy. Any time you were stuck in a rut you told yourself he would be there, he would always be there. And then he wasn't. In the moments that you needed him most, he wouldn't show up at all. Bloody and bruised, you'd barely make it out alive because you believed that he would show up.

It was your own fault for putting faith in someone you didn't even know the name of. Batman and Robin had their own issues, their own battles to fight - they didn't always have the time for yours.

A freezing Saturday night Batman had found you barely breathing in a dark alley. Ganged up out of the blood, trauma to the head that left you dazed and barely able to fight. It was a small gang that you thought you had taken down months ago - turns out they were just hiding in the shadows and waiting to attack.

They left you half-dead in the alley, hoping that you would have learned your lesson to not mess with them again. Instead, it made you angry - furious at them, at yourself for messing up like this. Revenge was the only thing on your mind while you tried to push yourself up to move again.

Truth was, if it wasn't for Batman showing up, you weren't sure if you would have ever made it back home alive. He took you to the infamous batcave, tended to your wounds like his own sidekick. He was silent, just as he always was whenever he saw you and Robin together. The quiet made it painfully obvious that Robin wasn't there that night.

You woke up in the early hours of the morning, still in the cave and with an unfamiliar face at your side. Dark tufts of black hair that stuck up in every direction, sharp cheekbones that could barely be seen from the hand resting on his face. He wore shorts, despite the cold that lingered in the air.

Your eyes flickered to the Robin costume that was displayed in a glass stand. Bright reds and greens that always stood out in the night and made it oh-so-easy to spot. A mask that covered only the eyes and the sculpted cheeks bones of the boy hiding beneath. It was Robin that was sleeping in the chair beside your bed, maskless and vulnerable to someone he didn't even know.

"You're awake," he spoke without opening his eyes. Sleep was heavy in his voice. The usual pep that he had was replaced with a hoarseness that had you taken aback for a split moment. Bright blue eyes met yours. You always wondered what color they'd be, but you never expected them to be so vibrant - so full of life.

"How could you have possibly woken up from that, I haven't even moved," You tried to joke. A pain rippled through your whole body. Bruises dark in color splattered against you and a tight wrap was around your ribs where surely half of them were broken or cracked. You could feel the swell in your lips, the metallic taste of blood that lingered in your mouth even hours after you were defeated. Without needing to see yourself, you knew that you were looking rough.

"You were making noises in your sleep, they stopped when you woke up," Robin informed you. Whimpers and whines from the pain that ached throughout you echoed through the cave for hours. He knew of getting his ass handed to him, and he knew just how you felt that moment. "How are you feeling?"

Tim felt guilty. He tried his best to watch over you in the ferocious Gotham life, but sometimes he hadn't made it in time. You were lucky to be alive, and if that wasn't the case he wouldn't be able to live with himself, not when he was on some stupid team-building exercise in San Francisco.

There were tons of descriptions that you could have used to describe how you were feeling. Enraged. Embarrassed. Vengeful. "Sore," you settled with. Tim nodded, by the hesitance you had he wasn't sure if that was going to be your final answer. You rubbed a hand down your face, mixed feelings running through more than ever.

The familiar feeling of bare skin met your path. No mask, no covering your identity. No surprise that Batman did so. You paused a moment before sticking that same hand out for Robin to shake. "I presume you already knew long ago, but (Y/N) (L/N)."

Tim accepted your hand, surprised at the sudden grip that you had on him in your weakened state. "Tim Drake, I assume you already put together that I'm Robin," he mocked your words. "It's nice to officially meet you, (Y/N)."

Months of trying to convince you that joining the Teen Titans was the best thing that could happen to you. Not only would you get the additional training you needed, but you would have the resources and a team. You'd get friends - and most importantly you'd get to be near Tim more often.

As annoying as his pestering was to get you to join him, it was far more adorable. He'd get this little pout on his face, bottom lip sticking out that made you just want to kiss him. You knew the reason - or thought you knew - why he wanted you to join. He was scared for you. That night in the alley when he wasn't even home terrified him.

He was going to make sure that it never happened again. Tim would be there to protect you, and if he couldn't then his friends sure as hell would. Months of bribing, swaying, hangouts, and patrol, Tim finally convinced you to join him. The time you spent together had brought you closer together as friends.

It also brought unwanted feelings that kept you up at night. The little amount of sleep that you usually got dwindled as your thoughts and dreams became consumed by Tim Drake. He was more than a friend, a partner, a teammate - he was someone that you could love for the rest of your life. Yet, he had no idea.

Joining his little band of heroes didn't help either. You spent far more time with him. Training, missions, just hanging out in the lounge of the infamous Titans Tower. He became your every living moment - along with his friends. They weren't all easy to get along with. Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg, they all acted like they controlled your each and every move.

Conner Kent, Superboy, as nice as he was whenever he spent time with Tim you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Bart took a while to get used to - just as Tim had told you it would. He was nice to you, but his literal sense of being all over the place drove you nuts. Cassie? Well, she was the one that got on your nerves the most.

Whenever Cassie and Tim were in the same room together, she hung off him like a leech. No matter what was going on she was right at his side. She made it impossible to hang out with him and you had no idea why she was so possessive of him. It seemed impossible to enjoy her presence. 

It was also impossible to hate her too. Whenever the two of you worked alone, she was always so incredibly kind to you. She would help you when you messed up or offered words of advice from her own mistakes. Cassie wasn't afraid to admit to you that she's messed up far more than you had. It was confusing why she changed so much around Tim.

It was annoying to see his stupid little smiles every time you were visibly frustrated with them together. It was even worse when their hugs lasted a little longer than they needed to be. Your jealousy of Cassie was getting out of hand, and that would only mean that bad decisions would be made.

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You stood with your fist raised, ready to knock on the door in front of you. Maybe this choice was petty, maybe you were more scared to admit your own feelings than you were fighting monsters. Truth was, you just wanted to see Tim react the same way that you did when he was around Cassie. What better way than to use one of his own friends to do it?

Kon was too loyal to Tim to keep a secret. Victor and Gar wouldn't agree to it in the slightest - them being the 'responsible leaders' that they were. That left Bart Allen. Speedster. Kid Flash. As kind as he was, you didn't know him well enough to know if he would even agree to this ridiculous plan of yours.

The more you thought about it, the more ridiculous it even was. Why waste time trying to make Tim jealous when he probably didn't even think about how Cassie acted around him? Why not just tell him outright that after over a year of working together, you had caught major feelings for him?

Before you could change your mind about this whole thing, Bart's door opened. He looked ready to run out to do god knows what but stopped, confused, when he saw you standing there. "(Y/N), hey, uh," Bart scratched the back of his head. You never stopped by to see him. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I talk to you?" Your gaze turned to the end of the hall when hearing footsteps. Black and yellow cape, green shirt, of course, Tim remained in uniform even in his downtime. He met your eyes for a moment, a smile making it's way to his face before realizing that you were talking to Bart. His gaze turned to a glare when seeing how little of a space was between you and Bart.

Seeing his small change in facial expression had just confirmed that you liked seeing him jealous - if that's even what his emotion was. You smiled his way before grabbing Bart's hand and leading him back into his room. The door slammed shut before Tim could even reach it.

"What-" Bart tried to ask.

"I need you to do me a favour," Bart's room was a mess. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, unmade bed, food wrappers, and pizza boxes covering every inch of furniture. The difference between him and Tim was astounding just by looking at their living spaces. "I need you to help me make Tim jealous."

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Surprisingly, Bart was quick to agree with your little plan. He too noticed that since your arrival to the tower, Tim and Cassie were closer than ever. If he was to notice, then surely there had to be something going on, right? Either way, it just fueled your desire to make him jealous even more.

They were small actions at first. You'd make sure that Bart would enter your room just as Tim was walking by, only to leave again moments later when he was gone. Always being quick to pair up with you for everything, only for Tim to argue that his pairing with you made more sense. Lingering hugs, watching movies together, sharing food.

Tim was quickly annoyed with Bart's presence whenever you were with him. However, he didn't bring it up. His glares, huffs of annoyance, and cold behaviour were all obvious though he never asked about your sudden interest in his best friend.

Kon, the only one that wasn't involved, but invested, quickly picked up on what happened. Tim got Cassie to be touchy the first day that you arrived. You asked Bart to do just the same. It was obvious what was going on to everyone besides you and Tim.

As funny as it was to watch, he was also getting annoyed at the lack of communication between you. According to Tim, you and him were best friends before you decided to join the team. Now, it seemed that you had never been farther apart because of your ruses.

"You and Bart got close since you've arrived," Tim was leaning against the door of your room. It had been days since the two of you had talked alone and you missed him. Keeping this fake-touchy relationship with Bart was exhausting. It didn't even seem to be worth it - until this moment.

"Yeah, he's a good guy," You peaked above the book you held in your hand. Tim invited himself into your room and sprawled across the bottom of your bed. He didn't want to hear about your relationship with Bart, but the words slipped his mouth before he could think of anything else. It drove him nuts seeing the two of you together. "Made this place feel like a home."

He didn't, at all. Truth was, you wished that you were back in Gotham, back where you didn't know you had to share Tim with anyone besides Batman. Now, with all his friends, you felt like you never got to see him at all. As much as you learned, and as thankful as you were for everything that you learned, you missed what your friendship used to be with Tim.

"You never told me you and Cassie were so close," You hesitantly spoke as a silence washed over you. Tim remainder stotic. He and Cassie were great friends, but they were never as physically close as they were now. She had been reluctant to agree to his pleas of acting closer than they really were to make you jealous. His efforts seemed all for null with your new fondness of the speedster.

If Tim were Bruce, he'd probably be able to pick up on the jealousy in your voice. Right now, he was too caught up in your own thinking about the hours that Bart spent in your room, laughing so loud that he could hear it from his room. He loathed the idea of you and Bart together.

"Yeah." Yeah. That's all he had to say? All their time together, nothing more than a single word to talk about the woman he clearly cared deeply about.

Another silence. A painful, heart aching silence that never used to happen before you joined this stupid team. It seemed that arriving had pushed you and Robin farther apart than ever before. You hated these moments, hated it felt like you knew nothing about one another, like you hadn't nearly died together half a dozen times.

It seemed that your silence in the middle of a mission was louder than these moments.

"Tim?" You asked. He was staring up at your ceiling and you couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on in his head. No matter how close you were, or thought you were, he would always remain a mystery.

"Yeah," he repeated.

What if I moved back to Gotham? What if I asked you to stay there with me? What if I told you everything with Bart was a lie? What if I told you my feelings for you were undeniable? What if the reason I want to hate Cassie is because of you? What if...

"Nevermind." There was no point in dwelling in what if's.

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Kori always promoted training with teammates. It was a great way to hone in on your skills, and develop a further relationship among your team. Kon was back in Smallville, Beast Boy and Cyborg were off working for their previous leader Nightwing. That left just the four of you - two of which you could barely look at.

You were infuriated with Tim. The entire week he had been brushing you off, ignoring your messages, it was like he was avoiding you completely. To make matters worse, Cassie had been glued to his side the entire time. They didn't part ways for anything it seemed.

Now, you and Bart were fighting against Tim and Cassie. Though the speedster and Amazonian had no issues with each other, it was clear that they knew to stay out of yours and Tim's way during the spar. It seemed that just as you were frustrated with Tim, he was with you.

The clashing of staffs was almost as loud as Bart's cackling as he ran around the training room. Tim didn't hold back, not at all. He wasn't surprised to see you do the same, however, he was shocked to see how much you had improved since your time in Gotham. As good as you were, you could rarely hold your own against him.

You didn't need to see beneath his mask to know that he was angry. It was only a matter of who it was directed at. Bruce, maybe. Dick. Kon. You could only dream that it was Cassie but you knew damn better than that. Likely, you were the one to have done something wrong - which was probably why he was ignoring you.

"If you've got something to say, Robin, you should say it," You gritted out as you narrowly missed the staff swinging your way. It was beyond frustrating fighting with him. Tim was impossible to get a hit laid on him, and he was constantly on the defensive with you - as if he didn't want to hit you or something similar.

"Do you really think now is the best time for conversation?" Tim flipped to miss your swing. As he landed, he knocked your weapon away in a single move, leaving you defenseless against him. The fight, as if it wasn't already, became completely unfair in his advantage. Conversation was the only thing that was going to get your the upper hand.

"Well you refuse to talk to me any other time."

His strikes became harder, faster. You needed to get his staff away from just as he did to you before he landed a hit. Tim cried out as your heel slammed against his hand. The force of it knocked the staff out of his hand and it rolled away in the opposite direction of your own.

Tim nursed his throbbing hand for a moment before raising his fists. "Didn't think you'd notice with how much time you're spending with Bart." He jabbed at you, hitting your forearm instead of his intended target of your face. You could see the two other heroes fighting from the corner of your eye - both of them getting just as frustrated but for completely different reasons.

"You're the one that invited me to this team, Drake," your foot jutted towards his chest. It barely impacted him - even though he was quick, he wasn't quick enough. "It's like the moment we left Gotham you were ready to drop me."

"Is that seriously what you think?" Tim was barely able to dodge your oncoming throws. Punch after punch you had still missed them all. He managed to grab your fist. "You obviously don't realize-"

"You wouldn't know obvious if it punched you in the face!" You exclaimed as you wound your free arm back. Tim was so taken aback that he didn't have time to prepare for the hit. Your knuckles collided with his cheekbone and the force of it had knocked him flat on his ass. A loud thud echoed through the room - enough for Cassie and Bart to stop in their tracks.

Tim's cheek was red from where you had hit him.  He didn't look angry with you - it was a spar after all. He looked disappointed, more at himself than you. Was there more to this whole situation than he had originally thought there to be.

Robin, world's second greatest detective - he should have been able to see right through everything. Just as he had asked Cassie to be affectionate when you were around - maybe you just done exactly the same thing with Bart. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into?

You stood above him, hands still in fists. In that moment you made up your mind. Staying in this damn tower was draining you and you couldn’t take it any longer. 

"I'm going back to Gotham."

><

"You were right."

Tim caught you packing your bags for your return back to Gotham. To no surprise, he managed to sneak in without you even knowing. You were frozen, hand in your bag after shoving in a handful of clothing at the sound of his voice.

"I don't hear you say that very often," you snarked. He leaned on the edge of your desk, arms crossed over his chest and mask peeled off. He never wore it anymore when the two of you were alone. He trusted you too much not to. Then again, maybe you were just the only one that knew the real him under that mask.

"That's because you rarely are," he chuckled. Now wasn’t the time for his joke. "I'm sorry, for everything. Apparently, I wasn't able to see the truth until it hit me in the face - literally. Bart told me what happened, what you asked him to do. I... I-"

"Asked Cassie to do the same," you cut him off. Tim's mouth parted with shock. How could you have figured it out? Defeated, you sat on the edge of your bed. You felt like a fool for going through with such an elaborate plot to gain his affections. "She just left my room. Don't know whether I'm surprised or disappointed in both of us.

"Great minds think alike, huh?" Tim shook his head. Only a fool would have gone through such a process - and a fool he was. "What were we thinking? You're my best friend (Y/N), I know I can trust you with everything, and yet- and yet I was scared of what you would say."

"We really played ourselves, huh?" You chuckled. Tim pushed himself off your desk to take the seat next to you. He grabbed your hand, pulling it into his own lap and intertwining your fingers. His warmth crawled up your arm and spread across your entire body. 

What were you thinking with this stupid plan? More importantly, how did neither of you figure out the truth sooner? Tim felt just as much of an idiot as you did. 

He smiled at the sight of your hand in his. He was so caught up in trying to get silly reactions out of you that he forgot the reasoning behind it all. Tim adored you, he wanted you to be his and he should have just told you outright instead of being the scared little boy he once was. 

"Come back to Gotham with me? Please?" You asked suddenly. The two of you needed a break away from the team, you needed time to figure out what these past few months were really for. Mostly, you wanted Tim all to yourself, even for just a little while. 

"There's a great burger place that I found with Dick one night on Patrol. Ate so many that I could barely move the rest of the night," Tim smiled at the memory. "Go with me? On a date?"

Tim's eyes shone with hope for your answer. After going through this entire mess, he only assumed you would be willing to go on a date with him. You leaned towards him, lips barely brushing against his but aching with anticipation for more. He pressed himself into you, lips molding to yours like he was made for you.

"If it wasn't obvious, I'd love to."

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[awhitehead17]

100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 41: “Go back to sleep.” 

Enjoy! :D

When he first experienced the world, everything had been new and exciting. At the time Kon couldn’t get enough of it. As “The Kid” Kon had always been looking for the next big adventure, the next villain to challenge, the next kiss and beach babe to flirt with. He never slowed down enough to enjoy the smaller things that life had to offer.

Having experienced at lot in his short lifetime, Kon’s grown and matured over time. As he grew up he’d come to learn about the little pleasantries that life had to offer. Things that weren’t villains, aliens, battles, babes, so basically everything outside of superheroing.

Kon is so glad he learnt about them because this moment is bliss. Back then this is something he never knew he had been missing. This something being him and his boyfriend currently curled up together on a bed peacefully enjoying one another’s company.

Tim is lying next to him asleep, his head resting on Kon’s chest tucked neatly underneath his chin, one arm is resting across his waist while the other is pressed between his body and the mattress, his hips press against Kon’s and their legs were tangled together.

Kon is lying on his back, slightly propped up by pillows and the headboard with Tim plastered against his side. He had an arm resting across Tim’s back in a way that is both comforting and protective, his hand is gently stroking Tim’s back and his other arm curled up resting behind his head. Tim’s soft breath hits his chest and Kon could feel how relaxed his boyfriend is against him. He smiles softly loving how pliant and trusting he is.

His boyfriend had come to the apartment, one of his many safehouses in Gotham, completely exhausted and in desperate need of sleep. Kon had been luckily enough to get some food in him with little resistance but had failed to convince Tim to have a quick shower to freshen up. Accepting one out of two, Kon guided Tim to bed and allowed him to drift off to sleep. In his final moments of being consciousness before sleep consumed him, Tim had asked him to stay and unable to say no to his sleepy boyfriend Kon agreed and joined Tim on the bed.

That had been three hours ago. Tim’s been nothing but warm dead weight against his side for the entire time. Not that Kon minds of course, in fact it’s the complete opposite. He adores it.

Kon’s kept himself occupied enough by playing on his phone, a few different story games, scrolling mindlessly through social media, watching some YouTube videos (on mute with subtitles on) and even going down a rabbit hole on Pinterest.

Next to him Tim snuffs in his sleep and buries his head further into Kon’s chest, Kon pauses and waits until Tim has settled again before resuming his gentle motions across Tim’s back.

The next noise to get his attention comes from outside the room. Kon freezes and listens closely, waiting to see if he weren’t just hearing things. Sure enough a loud knock comes from the apartment door causing Kon to frown and stiffen up. Who on earth is knocking on Tim’s door? How did they even know where he was?

Unfortunately the sound comes again and this time it disturbs Tim from his peaceful sleep. His boyfriend huffs and lifts his head up off Kon’s chest, with his eyes barely open (telling Kon that he really isn’t awake) he glances around the room. “W’a?”

A fourth knock happens and Kon knows that he needs to go and deal with it. Stroking a hand down Tim’s back he starts extracting himself out from underneath him. “Shhh, it’s okay. Go back to sleep. I won’t be long.”

Tim mumbles something incoherently and flops back down onto the mattress, easily falling back asleep. Kon snorts at the ridiculousness of it. Once up from the bed he makes his way to the front door and is extremely surprised to find Damian of all people standing on the other side.

Clearly Damian is as surprised to see Kon because his face twists into an expression of disgust.

“Clone, what are you doing here? Where’s Drake?”

Kon raises an eyebrow, not impressed with the kid’s manners. “I could ask you the same question brat. Tim’s sleeping, what do you want?”

It turns out Damian is supposed to collect some files from Tim but as Kon has no knowledge of this and can’t pass them over, he sends Damian on his way promising he’ll let Tim know he stopped by. When the kid tries to protest, Kon firmly puts his foot down declaring he isn’t about to wake Tim up unless it’s an emergency which this isn’t.

Once Damian is gone, Kon shuts the door and heads back to bed. He carefully climbs onto the mattress and resumes a similar position to what he had been in earlier, Tim immediately sidles up to him and rests comfortably on him. Kon presses a kiss to the top of his head and allows himself to sink back down into that blissful state he had been in before it had been interrupted. Bless the little things in life.

[elareine]

If you could, can you please write JayTim or RoyTim (whichever one you want) trying to be romantic and woo Tim (maybe with some puns, I love puns), but Tim is a bit oblivious towards it, because the other is so cool, therefore they must be trying to make friends and be nice with him and nothing more. So when he does finally realize its an italicized "Oh" moment.

Hi lovely!! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this fill. I... ended up making it JayRoyTim, I hope that's okay? It just fit so well, but I can totally write something else with JayTim or RoyTim for you if you want :)

Also, it turned out to be about pick-up lines more than wooing, sorry. I might’ve gone overboard with googling the puns. It's long enough that I put it on ao3, too. What's your username on there? Then I'll gift it to you.

if you were a transformer (you’d be optimus fine)

“Well, here I am.”

Tim looks up, utterly confused. “I didn’t call for you, but… that’s… great?”

Roy waggles his eyebrows. It looks faintly disturbing. Redheads should maybe not do that. Or, actually, Tim revises mentally, thinking of literally every other redhead Dick ever dated—that’s just Roy. “What are your other two wishes?”

“Coffee and some silence to finish working this case?”

Roy looks weirdly deflated at that, but he does get him some coffee. Tim soon forgets about it.

—

(“How’d it go?”

“Does obliviousness run in the family?”

“Yes. Yes it does. Have you met Bruce?”

“…okay, fair. Your turn next.”)

—

“Jason? What’re you doing here?”

Sure, Jason and Roy have been spending a lot more time in Gotham lately. Something to do with a case, Tim assumes. Maybe even with the one that they worked on together in Star City five months ago?

Anyway. They’ve been around, is what Tim is saying. Not at the manor, but at Tim’s apartment and his workspace, cause apparently it’s not worth rebuilding their safe house after it went up in flames, and Bruce and Damian are too often at Dick’s place. He’s not exactly surprised to see either of them anymore. (Pleased, yes. But not surprised.) However, Tim has no fucking clue why Jason is currently grinning at him from the other side of the library desk.

At least Tim has the good sense to check his name tag before he gasps: “Jason?”

“Oh, hey, Tim.” Jason’s grinning. “Guess you figured out my new job, huh?”

“Yeah.” Tim shakes his head. “Color me surprised.” So this is what Jason’s spending his days doing. He’s gotta be shadowing someone, right? Tim’ll ask him tonight.

“I’ve always liked this place.” Jason’s gaze is far away for a moment. Tim badly wants to know what he’s remembering. Then the older man seems to come back to himself and gives Tim a weird—maybe angry?—look. “It’s a good thing I’m a librarian, too, cause I’m totally checking you out.”

“Alright, I can take a hint.” Tim grabs his book and demonstratively walks over to the self-service scanners. Really. How rude.

—

(“Are you telling me he managed to resist you in your cardigan?”

“Apparently.”

“Aww. C’mere, babe.”)

—

So Roy blows things up all the time. No, really, Tim now totally understands why Dick was so happy when he heard the duo is camping out at Tim’s place for a change. His older brother even gave Tim a thumbs-up, for God’s sake. He must’ve known.

Cause yeah, there’s at least one explosion every two days. Or Roy dropping something cause he’s too focused on what he’s thinking to remember what his hands are doing. Or something dropping on him. Jason seems used to it; he just catches whatever it is or laughs at Roy. Tim… is starting to learn to do the same, actually. Whatever Roy comes up with at that moment is usually worth it, and besides, he’s kinda adorable.

Aaaaaaanyway. (He’s using that word a lot in his own thoughts right now. Almost as if he’s avoiding thinking about something. Hmm.) Tim’s not surprised when Roy walks into a room, stumbles, and slaps a hand over his eyes with a dramatic exclamation.

Tim, in shorts and not much else cause he got drenched in pollen earlier, just raises an eyebrow. “Alright, Roy?”

“Nope.” Roy’s hand is still covering his face, but Tim can still see his grin underneath. “I’m gonna need your name and phone number for insurance purposes.”

“Roy. You have both of these things,” Tim explains slowly, wondering if Roy sustained a brain injury or accidentally dosed himself on something. “And why insurance?”

“I was blinded by your beauty.”

God. Sometimes Tim wonders about the original Titans and their socialization for the two dudes if this is how they think making friends works. Then again, Kori, Donna, and Dick probably appreciated constant compliments about their beauty. It all makes sense. Roy must be so used to it that he even uses those same methods when someone unexceptional like Tim is around.

He smiles gamely. “I’m looking forward to hearing that phone call. Must be almost as great as the time Bruce tried to convince his insurance company that Clark dropping on his car wasn’t an act of God because God is demonstrably not a Kryptonian. Neither was the giant ape punching Clark out.”

Roy drops his hand at that. “…Batman did what?”

—

(“You were doing so well, too.”

“I knoooow. How much more obvious can we get?”

“I dunno, but I intend to try.”)

—

“Do you like Star Wars? Because Yoda only one for me!”

“Haha. No. Star Trek or die.” Tim’s answer is automatic. He’s had these discussions soooo many times with Kon before. Of course Jason also goes for the space cowboy soap opera.

Besides, Jason’s boyfriend is standing right next to him. He doesn’t mean to sound flirtatious with Tim. Or maybe he does, and it’s just good fun? Or maybe teasing him? Tim can’t figure it out, but he knows he doesn’t like the weird hollow feeling he gets in his stomach when he thinks about it, so he changes the topic.

And makes both of them sit down to watch some classic Captain Kirk, of course.

—

(“Should I be insulted by that pick up line?”

“Nah. There aren’t that many lines that imply a polycule, though.”

A kiss. “Alright.”)

—

One of the things Jason and Tim have in common is their predilection for motorbikes and fiddling around with them. Not that makes them unique in the batclan; Tim has never spent days quietly working side-by-side with Dick, though, the way he does with Jason. They started out with separate projects. Then Jason saw this vintage Ducati at an abandoned warehouse he was about to blow up and, well… Would be a shame, right? Tim just happens to have had one of these before—regrettably lost to one of Harley’s exploding baseball bats—so he offers his expertise.

It’s not because it means bending over the engine with Jason, closer than they ever are, their hands brushing when they hand each other instruments. It’s not.

Roy doesn’t join them. He’s too polite to say so, but he finds normal cars and bikes boring af. Doesn’t stop him from popping his head into the garage and whistling when he sees that they are shirtless and covered in grease. It’s a damn good look on Jason, so Tim can’t fault him for that.

Roy follows it up with a: “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you got fine written all over you.”

Tim can’t help it; he blushes at the suggestive tone. Those two never stop flirting with each other, do they? So far, he has managed to avoid stumbling over them while they’re making out (not that they’re making that easy—the kitchen? Really?), and he’d like to keep avoiding that, thank you very much. He’s already feeling guilty enough for his fantasies as it is.

“Uh. I should clean up,” he mumbles and flees.

—

(“Dammit.”

“…do you think that was a rejection?”

“Nah. He was definitely checking me out before you came and fucked it up.”

“That’s saying something if you noticed it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”)

—

So Tim has magically acquired cat ears and a very fluffy tail. Don’t ask. They’re gonna go away in eight hours, and until then, he’s gonna stay in the cave and work himself to distraction. Jason seems intent on keeping him company, though.

(It’s nice. Tim loves hanging out with Jason—that’s not the problem. The issue is that Tim is looking ridiculous, and Jason is being nice about it, and none of this is helping his stupid crush go away.)

They’re absently chatting about nothing until Jason says: “Kinda a pity you’re a cat, though.”

Tim looks up. Huh? Admittedly, he never pegged Jason as the type to go for catboys (though maybe… he did hang out with Kyle… perhaps it’s just that he definitely doesn’t go for Tims), but that’s still a weird pronouncement.

Jason is grinning. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He pauses. “Wait. Like even more than you already are. Uh.”

Tim sighs. Great. And now Jason is making fun of him again. “Whatever.”

—

(“A chicken?”

“Shut up. I panicked.” A sigh. “He was so cute with these ears.”

“…yeah, he was.”)

—

“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all night.”

“I’m not tired,” Tim says automatically. Why does everyone keep asking him that tonight? Surely the shadows under his eyes can’t be that bad? He used concealer!

Something in Roy’s expression softens. “Aww. C’mere.” He pats the space on the couch next to him, and when Tim sits down, Roy pulls him half of on top of him and into a hug. “Relax for a bit, little bird.”

Tim sinks into the embrace, boneless all of a sudden. Roy just has that effect on him. Tim vaguely remembers thinking of him as his oldest brother’s cool friend and then Jason’s cool boyfriend, kind of a fuckboy but clearly good for Jay.

Now? Now, Roy just makes him feel safe.

—

(“So you spent the night on the couch just so he could sleep in your arms?”

“Yeah. Totally worth it.”

“Duh.”

“I just wish we could do that with him every night. Bet he fits perfectly between us.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“We might have to up the ante or switch tactics.”)

—

They’re talking about their favorite books—Tim doesn’t read as much as Jason does, but they discovered a shared love of sci-fi weeks ago—when Tim says: “Actually, that book kinda reminds me of you.”

“Oh?”

“Overly dramatic but good.”

Jason makes an offended noise, and Tim grins.

“I’m not sure which part I should argue about first.” Jason pretends to think.

Tim is always down to tell Jason that fuck his self-perception—Jason is a good man, one of the best Tim knows; that also feels too revealing right now. Instead, he gets up from their comfortable position on the couch and grabs the first stack on the table, carrying them over to the shelves to replace the gaps. “What kind of book would I be?”

“Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”

“Annoying and no one reads it?” Tim asks without turning around, trying to ignore the babe. That’s. That’s gotta be a slip of the tongue, right? Force of habit from spending so much time with Roy?

“No, fine,” and the emphasis is clear this time. Jason continues before Tim can reply: “Though if we’re talking books…”

Tim whirls around. “Save it. You don’t have to make fun of me just because I—“He swallows down the words.

Jason looks alarmed. “Tim—“

As if he can smell trouble, Roy chooses that moment to enter the room. Tim has barely heard him approach, Jesus. He doesn’t want to have this argument in front of Roy, though, so he just stands there in the middle of the room. Jason, too, has stopped speaking.

Roy, of course, takes one look at the awkwardness and decides to make it worse. Or more confusing.

“Did you just come out of the oven?” he asks.

“As this isn’t Hansel and Gretel, no, I didn’t.” Tim checks his shirt, just in case this is an actual conversation opener and not just a weird attempt at a distraction. “Do I have soot on me?”

“Nope.” Roy shakes his head, and he’s smiling that smile again, the one Tim is startled to recognize, the one he thought is reserved only for Jason— “Because you’re hot.”

And finally, Tim gets it. “Me?”

“Yes, Tim.” Roy’s moving in closer. “You.”

There’s a soft touch to Tim’s shoulder, and Tim whirls around, expecting Jason to be mad, cause his boyfriend is—is hitting on Tim, right, that’s what’s happening, Jason can’t be happy—

Jason is smiling down at him. His hand is still resting on Tim’s shoulder, but it slides down to his collar bone, a gentle presence as he murmurs: “You’re so beautiful that you made forget my pick up line.”

Oh. Oh.

Tim says the first thing he can think of: “Are you a raisin?”

Jason starts grinning. “I’m not even gonna qualify that with an answer.”

Tim smiles back. “Cause you’re raising my hopes for a kiss right about now.”

And he gets one. And then another, and then Roy joins in, kissing Tim’s neck and then his mouth and—Yeah.

They’re too busy for any more pick up lines right now.