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nrth-wind-a · 3 years ago

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♫ for bart

5 + 1s: ♫ - five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is II Accepting

Uploading… New Data: Fake Dating AU

Simulation One: Retroactive First Date

It was weird to lie about dating Kon. But if Kon really wanted to do this, then Bart was certainly not complaining about being his go-to choice. A small part of his mind reminded him that he wasn’t actually his go-to; he was just in the wrong-right place at the right-wrong time.

So he envisioned decking that small part of his mind, and it made him feel a little better.

At any rate, while he was relishing in this pretend relationship, it still felt odd. Especially because they’d decided what their first date would be not as if they were a couple planning it, but as if they were preparing an undercover story for one of Tim’s stealth missions.

And, yet, somehow, Kon had hit the nail on the head on what a fun first date might be for him, as if Kon knew him so well already. When he’d suggested it, Bart had honestly been surprised—and more than a little tempted when Kon then went on to point out that they could actually do it. It might help their alibi, he’d said.

Bart felt selfish when he agreed.

But he also knew that he would have agreed every single time—which startled him no small amount to realize, because until then, he’d never even considered what a date would be like with Kon.

According to this one: it fucking ruled.

Kon had taken him to a rage room, where they could let their powers loose and simply smash things for an hour, and it was awesome.

“Fore!” Bart yelled, hurling a fancy china plate in his direction, which Kon literally punched out of the air—god, he had the coolest friends.

Bart was positively beaming as they left, damn near vibrating at Kon’s side, as they took a walk through the park after—and it wasn’t even a second thought for Bart, as he looped his hand through Kon’s, entwining their fingers together like they somehow belonged there—

…But they didn’t.

Because this wasn’t actually a real date; it was a cover story.

“Well,” Bart started, as Kon dropped him off at his room in the Tower, like a true gentleman; and didn’t that just ache? He was going to be someone’s perfect happy ending someday…

“I had fun! I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.” And with a boost of his speed—just fast enough for him to be gone in one second, but just slow enough that Kon could see the second go by like normal, if he decided to keep up—Bart pressed a kiss to the kryptonian’s cheek.

“Goodnight! Happyfirstfakedate.”

This wasn’t gonna become a thing.

Simulation Two: El-Gazing

Being still was not often something Bart could bear for very long—not that he couldn’t do it, or didn’t know when it was really important—but when Kon had looked at him with a silent plea in his eyes, what was a speedster to do? Say no to Kon-El’s baby blues? As if.

This was how one Bart Allen, metahuman speedster and founding member of Young Justice, thus found himself pressed up against his fake boyfriend’s side, as they laid on a checkered blanket—seriously, it was like it came out of a stock photo—in the middle of the Kent property’s fields, staring upward at a sky that moved so slowly, Bart would swear it was standing still, even though he knew it wasn’t. The Earth rotated at roughly one thousand miles an hour—midway between machs one and two, which was a great cruising speed for exercise—and yet, with its mass, Bart would call it sluggish, lazy.

If he could figure out how Kal-El spun the Earth backward one day, he swore he’d turn it forward, and bring everyone up to his speed. Wouldn’t the world be more efficient that way?

He knew it wouldn’t, but it was still funny to think about, and considering that he and Kon had been sitting in relative silence for what felt like years, he’d had to entertain himself somehow.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Starboy?” The petname rolled off his lips easier and easier these days, the more he used it.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Saturn. Right above us.” Kon pointed at one of the bright ones, which wasn’t nearly as bright for Bart as it was for him and his super-eyes, so Bart had to squint to see it.

“Huh. Cool.” He hummed idly, his eyes dropping back to Kon’s face, which he’d been watching much more than the sky above them.

He’d been watching his face, his eyelashes, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the rise and fall of his chest, any small twitch or flex of his fingers, every shift of position he made to get comfortable; Bart had seen and catalogued it all, right next to his theories about the earth’s rotation.

Like he’d said: he’d had to entertain himself somehow.

“What are you looking at?” Kon asked, and Bart had to take a millisecond of paused time to force down the sudden fear that he’d been caught—because, after all, this wasn’t a real date, so he shouldn’t treat it like one—before he put on an easy smile and turned his gaze upward.

“Just… one of the pretty ones.”

This still wasn’t gonna be a thing. It was fine.

Simulation Three: Mile Rock Beach

It’s not a date. Just like the other ones haven’t been. This is not a date, and Bart Allen is not Kon-El’s boyfriend.

Bart had taken to reminding himself of this every time they went out—for their cover, of course. The best lies were the ones that had grains of truth in them, so whenever they told their friends that they were having a date, they proceeded to actually do the activity, since it was always fun to hang out with one’s best friend anyway, and it made the lie extremely convincing.

It almost tricked Bart, even.

…Almost.

As they walked along the coastline, however, Kon seemed to catch onto him and his racing thoughts that time, because moments before Bart went over the tipping point into the same full-blown spiral he’d had their last three dates, there was a splash of salt water directly to his face, shocking him from it immediately.

And Kon was smirking, too proud of himself for someone who had no idea what he’d just started.

Bart’s grin was enormous and touched with danger.

“I’ll give you three seconds to apologize, before I unleash hell on you, stella.” Bart called over, already gearing up, because—

“I’d love to see you try!” Kon was not going to apologize.

Which was perfectly fine with Bart.

It was all too easy to send a deluge of water crashing over Kon by simply coming to a skater’s stop in the waves right next to him, and with that, the fight was on.

Bart didn’t know how much time passed then, as it went slippery and evasive—a phenomenon which was rare for him. His sense of time was skewed, of course, but he could do the conversions in his head as easily as he could breathe, because ever since he was born, the passage of time had been different for him, and the moment that he started to learn math was the moment that he started converting Bart-Time to Everyone-Else-Time, but—he didn’t know how much Bart-Time had passed, and that was rare.

He liked it, though. Because, sure, he was soaked, and, sure, so was Kon, and, yes, they had made a ruckus in the middle of a national park beach, but there weren’t very many other people around, and they’d found a secluded corner of it all to themselves, and he was spitting brine back into the sea, because the last time Kon had splashed him, his mouth had been open in laughter, and hell, it was perfect.

This date was perfect—

Or, at least, it would have been.

If it was actually a date.

This still still still wasn’t gonna be a thing. It was absolutely fine. He had nothing to worry about.

Simulation Four: This Is A Serious Mission… Could Be a Date.

“Come on, now, twenty on four? That doesn’t seem fair.” Kon grinned.

Bart chimed in with a chipper tone. “Yeah, for them.”

“Less taunting, more hitting.” Tim’s voice in their ears came out tinny but amused, which ruined his attempt at chastising the pair.

“On it, Rob.” Bart slapped Kon’s offered hand in a super-powered high five, before he was off like a rocket. He could practically hear the sound of bowling pins being knocked over as he sent one mercenary flying into another, with just a bit of speed and a well-placed shove, and he took just a moment to say, “Strike!” before he scanned the field for nearby enemies. One of them almost managed to sneak up behind him and get in a good whack, but unfortunately for them, all their baton hit was open air.

“Yikes! Missed one.” Bart chattered. “Maybe I can still go for the spare.” He smirked, speeding through an uppercut that was just on the side of not breaking the merc’s jaw. Dodging their second attack like before, he gave them a good hit to the temple, watching as they crumpled after that.

“Nice. Ten points for Impulse.” He said smugly.

Kon laughed into the comms unit. “Great work, angel.”

Cassie joined the conversation, then, with a, “Grody. We can all hear you two.”

“Aw, come on, where’s the happiness for your best friends being cute and in love?” Kon shot back with a snicker, and—

Bart took a knife to the gut. Literally, not metaphorically.

He’d frozen at in love, and one fortuitous contestant had gotten the chance to stab Impulse—not that it was as dire as it seemed; his body was already starting to heal it, but—this was gonna hurt again. He had to pull the knife out before the wound closed around it, so he gritted his teeth and yanked, and before he even had a moment to return the favor to the mercenary in question, Kon had the guy dreaming of sugarplums (and probably murder).

“Imp, you okay?” Kon was close.

“Uh… Yeah, fine. Lucky shot.” Bart forced a smile. “I’m fine. Let’s finish these guys off, shall we?”

On instinct, he held out his hand for Kon to take. And in a heartbeat, his hand was there, a comforting pressure.

Automatic. Thoughtless. Beautiful.

“We shall.” His eyes danced with reckless excitement, and Bart felt himself come alive.

This… was maybe gonna become a thing.

Simulation Five: Going Global

“Can I open my eyes now?” Bart currently had his squeezed shut, as he did his best not to give into the temptation to peek. Partway through their flight, he’d had to shove his head into Kon’s neck just so that if he did, he still wouldn’t see anything.

He could feel the exact moment Kon touched down on the ground. “Yeah, you’re good, now.”

When Bart opened his eyes, they were—in an alley.

“…Avoiding getting spotted?” Bart asked.

“Avoiding getting spotted.” Kon confirmed, before he grabbed Bart by the elbow and tugged him out onto the sidewalk.

And Bart’s jaw dropped. “Are we in—where are we?”

“Italy. Rome, to be exact.”

“Rome?” Bart laughed. “You took me to Rome for a fake date?”

Kon winked. “Gotta sell it somehow, angel. Now, there’ll be time to sight-see later, but we have a reservation, courtesy of Tim Wayne’s connections.”

“Oh, I’ll have to thank him for this date, then.” Bart teased.

“Hey, he got us in. I’m the one doing the heavy lifting—as usual.” He flexed with a smirk.

“Because dating me is that hard, huh?”

Kon raised an eyebrow. “No, it’s pretty easy, actually.”

“Oh.”

Bart wasn’t sure what to make of the expression on Kon’s face, which he knew he was trying to hide from him; he considered pushing the issue, even, but before he could, he was being dragged off again, in the direction of a restaurant that was much too fancy for either of them—Bart wasn’t even wearing dress shoes, much less a suit that he hadn’t purchased at the Belk at Jasper Mall, a few minutes outside of Manchester.

He suddenly felt wildly out of place—but he couldn’t even bring himself to care, because Kon looked so pleased with himself, and, frankly, the maître d’s face upon seeing which name they were listed under was a little too priceless. He and Kon had to work to stifle their laughter as they were led to the table.

Unfortunately, elbowing Kon with the one he’d previously been leading him by only made Kon laugh harder—a fact which Bart was sure was the reason for why they were given a very nasty glare as the host returned to the front, and this only made Bart laugh harder.

What a giggly mess the pair of them made.

Bart wouldn’t have it any other way—if he was even allowed to have it at all.

Because this wasn’t a real date.

…But this was most definitely a thing, for him, now.

Uploading… New Data: I’m In Pretend Love With You a.k.a. Keats Has Got Nothing On Us, My Dear

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

“Date night, tonight?” Kon asked, as Bart turned upside down on the couch beside him, working his way through a Metroid Dread level for him.

Bart hummed softly, noncommittally, and double-jumped to a new platform.

And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

“Bart?” Kon waved his hand in front of his eyes.

And Bart rolled his, pausing the game to sit up.

“I was asking you if you wanted to have a date night, tonight.” Kon frowned.

And, crap, Bart hated that expression. “Well—I dunno. I like going on dates with you; it’s just…”

“Just?”

The moving waters at their priestlike task

“Can we stay in, tonight?” Bart asked.

Kon reeled, confusion written all over his face. “Of course, we can. Hey, did you think I’d be upset if you asked that?”

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

He didn’t answer.

So Kon took one of his hands into both of his, playing with his fingers. Bart moved closer on the cushions, drawn in by the contact.

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

“You can ask me for whatever you want, Bart. This relationship is a two-way street.”

Bart pursed his lips. “…Right. I don’t know, I guess… I think I like dates with you. It’s just, like… every date we’ve ever been on has been pretend, and they kinda felt—”

Kon raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

“Performative.”

The common room went silent.

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

“I like showing off my love for you.” Kon said, finally.

“Yeah, but you didn’t have love for me during the other ones—”

Kon stared at him.

Bart stared back.

There was something in the kryptonian’s eyes…

Wait.

“…You mean—?”

A smile bloomed on Kon’s face.

“You—really?” Bart gaped.

Kon nodded, and then Bart punched his shoulder lightly. “Dude! How long were you holding out on me?"

"Hey! How long were you holding out on me? It was like pulling teeth from you just to make you admit that you loved me for real—and that was after I had just told you I loved you for real!”

Bart tipped his head back and laughed.

“Okay. Okay. We can do a date another day. I still wanna stay in with you tonight.”

Kon curled an arm around his shoulders, and almost immediately, one of Bart’s circled his waist in return.

“I think we can do that, angel.”

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Hours later, they were still tangled together on the couch, Bart’s head resting on Kon’s chest, his hair splayed out like some kind of octopus all over his front, and while they weren’t asleep, they were lying in an easy, happy silence, just existing—just breathing—

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

—Together.

#[oh my god this is a monster of an ask answer but here u go lol]#{answered asks}#{but for now it's time to run}#{i could put a little stardust in your eyes - konbart}#aureum-li

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