#early Kon is the same too

[umbrellajam]

Young Justice Special (No Man's Land)

I love Bart so much. he's just so all-in. at all times. always. 2000% committed, he's been called upon to cheer Robin up, he will Cheer. Robin. Up.

also: I LOVE BART SO MUCH. zipping all the way out of NML and back in to bring this man in need a fully dressed turkey, no comment even made, just a background gesture of compassion. darling <333

[iheartsophie]

Surprise!!

Harry Lewis (W2S) x Fem!Reader (3.6k words)

Summary: Reader surprises Harry during the Sidemen’s “$20,000 VS $200 HOLIDAY” after not seeing eachother for a month

Warnings: Swearing, PDA, small panic attack, NOT PROOF READ!!!!

Author note: i linked “I Got U” as a song because i feel like that is the most summer feeling song i know and im missing summer rn

So a bit of backstory, Josh has planned a $20,000 vs $200 holiday an he called me around two weeks ago asking if I would join in the video and surprise Harry as well as the other lads- of course I said yes! I’ve currently been away on a business trip for the past month and I haven’t been able to see Harry, the only way I’ve seen him is on FaceTime which isn’t the same as seeing and hearing his voice in person. Every week when the boys have been recording they’ve secretly been messaging me and sending me photos of Harry moping around and complaining about how he won’t see me for an extra week due to the holiday video. The only people who do know are Josh, Kon, Kirsty, Cal and Freezy. Cal and Freezy are also tagging along to surprise the boys.

As soon as my last business meeting was over I rushed out of the doors and directly onto the train home because I needed to pack as soon as possible because I would not have time to in the morning because Mr. Josh Zerkaa decided to book the earliest flight in existence, Cal and Freezy were fine with it; me on the other hand, I was fuming… because that means I’m missing out on my beauty sleep!

(The night before surprising Harry… )

After the excruciatingly long train ride from Manchester to London I was finally back home at mine and Harry’s shared apartment, it was weird walking in through the doors and not having Harry greet me at the door was a hug and a kiss.. but I reminded myself I would be in the same country as him in just short of 17 hours. I headed towards our bedroom and threw on some pjs which consisted of one of Harry’s t shirts and some shorts. Packing was a nightmare, let’s just put it that way. I had not been on holiday in so long and I had forgotten how stressful it is making sure you have enough necessities to last you the time you’re away and also making sure you have not forgotten anything… So I just grabbed all of my clothes that were in my “summer side” of the wardrobe and tried to stuff it into one suitcase and that did not work, so I ended up with two family sized suitcases almost bursting at the seams full of my things.

As soon as I had finished packing I went to make a quick pot noodle in the microwave as I knew I wouldn’t tend to the dishes in the morning and I don’t want to come back to messy dishes after the holiday and I definitely don’t think Harry would either. As I was eating my pot noodle my phone started buzzing, I looked at the contact “Bog 💙” - I answered straight away

(Italic- Harry)

“Hello (y/n/n)”

“Hiya babe you okay? How’s the trip so far?”

“Could be better… The trip is alright , I’m on the good team so that’s good I guess, could be better if you were here”

“Aww I’m missing you too, don’t get yourself down love, only 5 more days left! Then you’ll be back home and we can go see that movie you wanted to see if you’re up for it”

“I know and of course I want to go to the movie are you mad! My all time favourite movie franchise ever”

(I giggled as I heard JJ, Tobi and Josh in the background telling harry to get off the phone and go to the sauna with them)

I shouted down the phone

“Oi you lot shut your mouth we are talking over here! Anyways, I best get going I need to call Cal and Freezy to make sure they’re up and ready early in the morning tomorrow”

Shit, I’ve slipped up…

Harry frowned at me through the phone

“What do you mean? Why do you need to do that?”

What do I say? Think y/n. Think!

“Oh! Did I not tell you? We’re going on a hike tomorrow, yeah! To the Lake District?”

“Ohhh okay, yeah best let you go then. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

That was close… I can’t believe that just happened. How did I manage that? Anyways, I put my empty pot noodle in the bin and put the fork in the dishwasher to deal with later. I went into the bathroom and completed my night routine and got into bed, and quickly messaged Cal and Freezy to have their alarms set and where we will meet at the airport in the morning. Soon after that I dozed off…

(Time skip to the getting off the train)

As I was getting off the train I got a message from harry:

“Bog 💙: Have a nice day with the boys, please don’t push them off the mountain🙏, love you”

I sent a quick message back:

“I’ll try my hardest, love you too”

I somehow bumped into Cal and Freezy at the train station instead of at the airport, they both brought their cameras to get footage of us on the way their so the editors can put it in and we have our own little segments in the video. “Look who we have here…” Cal teased, “Mrs. Harry Lewis”. “Not a mrs yet, I’m still waiting” I corrected while holding up my left hand beholding my empty ring finger. After that small segment they put their cameras away and we caught a taxi and made our way to the airport. Getting out of the taxi was a struggle not for the boys, just for me, because of my two huge suitcases it was hard trying to pick them up and out of the boot of the taxi. And instead of the boys ,who are meant to be like brothers to me, helping me get them out they just filmed me while laughing in the background and caught a clip of my tripping over the suitcase which was behind me. “You’re both such dicks, wait till I tell Harry”, “What is Harry going to do? Cause I can bet you £100 right here that he will laugh too.”

We finally made track down the road to the airport and Freezy started filming a little bit with Cal next to him and me behind them still struggling with my suitcases, which you can imagine is causing me some unneeded anger. “As you can see y/n finally got her suitcases out and we are on the way to the best holiday, we are going to the best destination. Thank you sidemen for this holiday, we really appreciate it”, “Bro you’re such an arse licker, you just want to be on the good team if you’re invited again!” I pointed out, Cal turned around to me “Now, now, y/n don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” I stayed silent and they both laughed.

“We are on our way to meet- surprise them, they have no idea that we’re going I’ve been playing tricks with Harry all week, y/n told us that she nearly slipped up on the plan”, “I didn’t mean to! I feel so bad lying to him, he told me to have a good day in the Lake District and to message him when we get there.. he’s going to be so worried when I don’t message him.”

(Time skip to when we’re in the airport)

Poor Cal is not having a good time, he’s left his phone on the train and now his bag has been chosen for a search and I know this isn’t about me but I just want to get on that plane now, and all of this messing about is causing me to stress so bad and I can’t talk to harry about it because it will give away our secret so I just keep to myself and put my headphones on.

We’re finally on the plane, at last! But the only problem is I haven’t told the boys I’m scared because whenever I’m on a plane I’m usually with Harry and he can just sense my worry and comforts me without me having to tell him or ask him to. Though only Freezy is aware because of when I went skiing with him and Harry and started crying when that plane took off. When plane started to move my breathing started to pick up and I leat my elbows on my knees and looked down. Unbeknownst to me Cal and Freezy looked at each other over my body and mouthed to eachother “Is she alright?” Cal asked, “She’s terrified of flying” Freezy pointed out. Freezy tapped my shoulder for me to look at him and when I did he opened his arms for me to go into and he hugged me while I cried into his shoulder, and whilst I did he was rubbing my back and trying to soothe me the best he could.

It took me a few minutes to calm down and when I did Cal let me watch a movie on his laptop, which lasted almost the whole flight. We finally landed and all three of us made sure we turned out locations of for the boys, whilst we were doing that all the messages that didn’t send because we were on the plane we’re coming through, all of mine were from Harry and a few of the boys..

Bog💙: message me when you arrive so I know you got there safely x

Bog💙: and don’t forget to tell me if Cal slips up the hill again

Bog💙 hello? It’s been 3 hours now surely you’re almost there by now

Bog💙: why aren’t my messages going through are you okay?

Bog💙: babe please tell me you’re okay

Tobi: Harry’s freaking out are you okay? Please let us know

JJ: Fam what are you playing at, are you alr??

(Time skip to getting to the harbour)

I quickly replied to them all reassuring them I’m okay and that I forgot about telling Harry I arrived. Josh messaged us to tell us to meet at the harbour with our suitcases because we can leave them on the yacht when we get to it. So while we were waiting for Josh to get here we found a British bar and we ordered a nice English breakfast each, though while we were waiting I went to the bathroom and got changed into a bikini and put some denim shorts over the top and some of my nice sandals on. We finished our breakfast and Josh arrived outside the bar.

Josh took us to the yacht they had rented and where we were going to surprise the boys, and we chose were we were hiding and a code word Josh will say for when we were to jump out which was “chips”, though they told me to come out a little bit later as an extra EXTRA surprise for harry. Cal and Freezy hid behind the seat were the wheel was and I was at the bottom of the stairs on the lower deck, enough to hear Josh but also enough so Tobi, JJ, and harry walk last and don’t suspect anything.

Everything was in place and ready to go. Now we were just waiting and anticipating the boys’ arrival. Josh mumbled that he could see the boys and I slightly looked over the steps to make sure Cal and Freezy were hidden and I couldn’t see them so I did I little nod to myself and ducked back down because they finally listened to something for once. I could started to hear the boys, I could hear Tobi repeating “you’re a king, you’re a king” to Josh and JJ saying “oh my god” and the nervous laugh I could recognise anywhere, harry. I started to get butterflies in my belly coming to terms that I’m seeing harry for the first time in a while.

“I’m buzzing to eat these chips”

All you could hear on the yacht was cheering and laughing. And Harry’s infamous screams. All the boys ran to hug each other and tackled each other. When it all calmed down Harry went silent as if piecing things together, “Whats the matter Harry?” Tobi questioned, “If Cal and Freezy are here, where’s y/n then?” and I took that as my queue to come up the stairs with a tray of drinks. “Hello? Special delivery” ( yes when I was in the lower deck I found the bar and made everyone drinks) Harry just stood up and stared at me, while Tobi and JJ ran up to me, I was quick to put the drinks on the closets surface to save them from being spilt everywhere. I welcomed Tobi and JJ with a hug. When they let go Harry had finally took it all in and realised I was here and ran towards me and tackled me onto the large sofa and gave me the biggest hug and repeating how much he had missed me.

The boys went up to the other side of the boat to give me and Harry some space to speak a bit and catch up, I told him about how my business meeting went well and how my brand is expanding and he was telling me about how the shoots were. We sat in comfortable silence after our conversation and I looked down at his legs and realised he was wearing sweat shorts and frowned, “You know I don’t think those are the best shorts to swim in”, “Don’t worry I’ve got some swim trunks with me”, “Where?”, He reached to his shoulder to prove that he has them and that they’re slung over his shoulder, I started laughing “I think you’ve flung them off the boat in excitement. We both looked over the side of the boat and low and behold there they were, bobbing along in the water. “Oh for fucks sake”

(Time skip)

It was soon time to have a bit of a feast on the boat me and harry sat next to eachother. Cal, Freezy and I weren’t that hungry considering about an hour and a half ago we had a full English, so we just stuck to some picky bits. There were many laughs and stories exchanged at the table mainly questions towards me cal and Freezy about how long we knew about this and how I managed to keep it a secret from harry.

Josh excused himself from the table to answer a phone call from Ethan which we all predicted was him complaint about the conditions he was currently in, we all told Josh to put it on speaker phone so we could hear his complaints and we were all creasing in laughter, at one point I wheezed which all the boys could recognise anywhere. Ethan picked up on it and shouted down the phone “Oi! Was that y/n? What the fuck, traitor! You said you would never go to the good team.” , “I fear you heard me wrong Behz, I said “I would never go to the good team if you were on it” “, my answers errupted in laughter and screams of shock from the boys. I then left and walked away to go a sunbathe and enjoy myself for a while.

With my headphones on and music playing I spent at least an hour sunbathing, unaware of the carnage going on around me. So when I took my headphones off and heard screaming and jet ski engines blaring I was very confused of how they did all this without disturbing me. I got up out of the deck chair and the whole top deck was soaked in wet foot prints and discarded towels, I watched over the side of the boat as the boys were jumping into the deep blue sea. Though all of a sudden I heard wet feet plodding behind me and I turned around to harry creeping up on me. “Harry, no!” “What are you talking about? I’m not going to do anything” I was then picked up and thrown into the water, harry still clinging onto me, “Harold! Why would you do that!” I scolded. “Just helping you cool off,” he shrugged. While all this happened the boys were looking down at us pointing and laughing.

I stayed in the ocean for a while until they started circling me with jet skis and trying to peer pressure me into going on the surf board, which i declined straight away and also the fact I was getting tired from the travelling and then sun beaming down on me. So I climbed back up the ladder and propped a nice parasol up to give me some shade and I decided to have a nap. A couple of minutes later I was woken up by Harry sitting next to me, “Why aren’t you laying down?” I asked, “I didn’t want to wake you and get you wet because you’ve seemed to have dried off and caught the sun already!”, “Don’t be silly come here.” I told him and opened my arms for him to cuddle into, and I started to play with his wet and tousled hair which he hummed in reply to. We both dozed off in each others hold, I did hear a camera shutter near by though I thought nothing of it a just thought it was Kirsty taking pictures of the boys on the jet skis. I jolted awake when I felt this large weight on top of my body and opened my eyes to see all the boys piling on top of me and harry, “what are you doing!” I exclaimed, “we’re basking in the love!” One of them replied and started making kissing noises to eachother, which me and harry both laughed at.

(Time skip to the villa)

Freezy pulled out his camera and started speaking “Lux, y/n this is the first time we’re gonna see it [the villa], we know it’s sick though because we know we’re in the good team.”

We got out of the car and I held Harry’s hand and walked up to the gates, waiting for them to open. Me and harry stayed behind the group because we haven’t had much alone time together since I arrived so we just distanced ourselves a little. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, “You tired?” Harry asked me “oh my gosh yes, I can’t wait to go to bed.” I groaned. When the gates opened my jaw dropped, this place was stunning, I want to live here!

“One thing is though these aren’t filled with water,” harry pointed at the small fountain at the front door, “I may have to leave a four star review because if this.” I slapped Harry’s shoulder jokingly “Don’t even start!” We walked through the front doors and me and JJ looked at eachother and immediately knew what to do, and I let go of Harry’s hand i quickly stood next to JJ and we started to sing the halo theme tune together in the large foyer. As we finished the boys laughed and and Freezy said “Ayy that’s the halo soundtrack!”

The boys started to give us a tour round the place and I was shocked at the size of the kitchen and the the large living room that looks out into the garden and also there’s a lift! They took us to the garden and told Cal, Freezy and I to face away and then turn around. JJ counted us down from 3 and when we turned around my eyes widened- the view was breathtaking…”you’ve got a mountain, in your back garden!” I exclaimed. The tour lasted awhile which I wasn’t surprised about because look at the size of this place. When they mentioned the poker table, mini arcade and the sauna I decided to find mine and Harry’s shared room and unpack my things because those things don’t interest me at all.

I had to memorise the route to mine and Harry’s room and started to unpack and when i finished I plopped myself onto the bed and let out a large sigh out of exhaustion. I heard the bedroom door open and close ,but I was too tired to lift my head up, and I felt the bed sink next to me and someone started to play with my hair. I opened my eyes to see Harry smiling down at me, “Did you see Freezys instagram story?” Harry questioned, “No not yet why?”, “Look..”

Calfreezy posted an instagram story…

“Aww they’re so cute! - even though I’ve been here for half a day already I’ve had so much fun.” I told harry, “I’m glad, because I’m really happy you’re here because you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, it’s been so boring and lonely coming home to no one for a month!”, “Don’t worry I couldn’t handle it either, I even told them at my meeting that from now on I’m working from home, so I can be with you more often.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “Shall we get a shower and into some pjs and chill downstairs or do you want to watch a movie up here?” He asked me. “I think I want to watch a movie with you!” We went and got our shower and into some pjs which mine -again- consisted of one of Harry’s shirts and some shorts. We got tucked into bed and chose a movie that we both enjoy and I laid back and cuddle into harry and laying my head on his chest. We both fell into a deep slumber, not without saying “I love you” to eachother.

[mintyys-blog]

SAME DAMN TIME | kon el kent x reader x tim drake

DC COMICS MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: smut, sex pollen, oral sex (fem receiving), threesome

The jet ride to the compound had been too quiet.

Tim was hunched over his tablet, analyzing floor plans with his usual hyper-focus, but his leg was bouncing — a subtle tell that only you had learned to read.

Kon was sprawled across the seat next to you, arms folded behind his head, boots kicked up like he didn’t have a care in the world. But he kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, like he wanted to say something and didn’t know how.

You were between them. Literally, and maybe figuratively too. You’d known them for years. Trusted them. Trained with them. You’d fought beside them, bled for them. They were your best friends. Your people.

But somewhere in the last few months, something had shifted.

Kon leaned closer, voice dropping as he said, “You know, you could sit in my lap. I don’t mind. I’m super comfy.”

You gave him a look, but you didn’t move away. “You offering because you’re nice, or because you’re a perv?”

“Why can’t it be both?” he said with that smirk — cocky and flirtatious and just a little too genuine.

Tim didn’t look up, but his jaw ticked. “She’s fine where she is,” he muttered.

You leaned toward him, teasing. “What, jealous?”

His eyes flicked to yours, sharp under his mask. “Just focused.”

But his voice was a little too tight. And when your thigh brushed his as you shifted, he sucked in a breath so soft you almost missed it.

The three of you had been inseparable since your early days of field training — a trio of chaos wrapped in tactical spandex. Tim had the plans. Kon had the brawn. And you? You were the improviser. The fixer when things went off the rails.

That’s why Batman trusted you enough to pair with his precious Red Robin. And why Superman always gave Kon a little more leeway when you were around. You kept the boys from killing each other — or getting killed themselves.

“Stealth op,” Tim had said earlier that night, flipping a holographic display on his wrist with practiced fingers. “Minimal contact. In, out, quiet.”

Kon had grinned and popped his gum. “Right. Because nothing says ‘quiet’ like a genetically engineered living weapon in a leather jacket.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. “That’s why I’m here. To do the actual stealth while you two bicker in the comms.”

“Hey,” Kon leaned close, breath brushing your cheek with that boyish smirk he always wore when he was flirting — even if he’d never admit it. “You love it when I bicker.”

Tim didn’t laugh. You caught the subtle clench of his jaw before he turned away, muttering something about securing the eastern corridor.

The compound was colder than expected, lined with metal walls that distorted sound. You stayed in formation — Tim at point, you at center, Kon bringing up the rear.

The job was supposed to be simple. Infiltrate. Retrieve intel. Evacuate. But of course, nothing was ever that easy.

The gas came in fast — scentless, soundless. You felt it first. A flush creeping over your skin. Your breath coming faster.

“Something’s… wrong,” you whispered into your comm, pressing against the wall for support. Tim stumbled back into view, pale under his domino mask.

“I think we’ve been dosed.”

Kon’s eyes were already glowing faint red, heat vision threatening to spark. “I feel weird,” he muttered. “And not the good kind of weird.”

You found shelter in a sealed side room, locking the door behind you all as the ventilation system hissed faintly above.

“Shit,” you murmured, stripping off your outer layer, suddenly too warm. “It’s an aphrodisiac. A heavy one.”

Kon flopped against the wall, trying and failing not to stare at the exposed skin of your collarbone. “I’m not gonna lie. I thought I was just having a really good day.”

Tim crouched beside a wall console, fingers twitching as he tried to hack into the base’s system, his skin visibly flushed.

“Try not to touch each other,” he muttered. “We don’t know how strong the dose is.”

But it was too late for that warning.

At one point, you staggered, dizzy, and Kon caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist instinctively — firm, warm, familiar. Your chest pressed against his. His breath hitched.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice more serious than usual. His thumb brushed your hip — and lingered. Too long. Too intimate.

You stared at each other. Inches away. A heartbeat from crossing a line.

Then he let go. Abruptly. Like your skin burned him.

“Sorry. Sorry. I—”

Tim was suddenly between you both. Not touching, but close. Protective.

“Let’s all stay seated,” he said carefully, guiding you to the ground. You went willingly. But then his hand lingered at your lower back, steadying you.

It sent shivers up your spine. You turned to look at him — lips parted, confused and aching and overwhelmed.

He leaned closer.

You thought he might kiss you.

He almost did.

But then he exhaled sharply and pulled away like a coward.

“No,” he said. “Not like this.”

Kon looked at him, then at you, jaw tight. “We can’t risk messing this up. Us. Whatever this is.”

You looked between them — your best friends, the people you trusted with your life. The tension thick in the air, the aphrodisiac thrumming in your blood.

You were trapped.

Flushed. Breathing hard. Stuck between two boys who loved you too much to take the first step — even as their control began to fray.

You stepped back instinctively, and Tim moved fast — too fast — catching you by the waist. His grip was firm, too firm, his chest rising against yours as he steadied you. His face was right there.

You could feel his breath on your lips.

Your hands curled into his suit. Just for balance. That’s what you told yourself.

But neither of you moved.

Seconds passed. Maybe more.

“I—” Tim’s voice broke. He pulled back just a fraction, but his eyes stayed locked with yours. “We shouldn’t.”

“No,” you whispered. “We shouldn’t.”

But then Kon was there — behind you now, his chest brushing your back, his heat seeping into your spine.

“Are we seriously doing this right now?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Because I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to touch you.”

You turned halfway toward him. He was closer than you expected. His hands hovered near your waist. He looked angry — or desperate. Maybe both.

Tim swallowed hard. “We’re not thinking clearly.”

“No,” Kon snapped. “We’ve never been thinking clearly. We’ve been dancing around this for months. Years, maybe. And now we’re locked in a room, high off our asses, and I can’t stop imagining what you’d sound like moaning my name.”

Your knees buckled slightly.

Tim caught you again, but his hands lingered too long. His fingers dug into your thighs, guiding you to sit — not just for safety anymore, but because he needed to touch you.

“You think I haven’t imagined it too?” he muttered, eyes dark under his mask. “You think I don’t feel it every time she smiles at me like I’m more than just the brain of the operation?”

You stared up at them — Kon breathing hard, Tim clenching his fists to keep from reaching.

And you felt it too.

That pull.

That hunger.

That need.

You licked your lips again. Tim’s gaze tracked the motion like prey. Kon growled low in his throat.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” Tim said softly, kneeling beside you. “But I’m so fucking tired of pretending I don’t love you.”

Kon crouched down in front of you, brushing your hair from your face. “Same here, babe. I’ve wanted you since the first time you called me out for being an asshole. You were the only one who ever saw through all the posturing.”

You swallowed, your voice barely a whisper. “Then show me. Both of you.” You didn’t need to ask twice.

Kon’s mouth crashed against yours first — all heat and hunger, the kind of kiss that left you gasping. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips like he wanted to anchor himself, like your skin was the only thing grounding him.

Tim was slower, more deliberate — but no less intense. His hands trailed up your back as he moved behind you, lips grazing your neck as Kon kissed you breathless.

“You feel so good,” Kon growled, pulling back just enough to look down at you — your swollen lips, the dazed look in your eyes. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

You whimpered when Tim’s hands slid under your shirt, his touch far more practiced than you’d expected — as if he’d been dreaming about this for too long to not know every move he wanted to make.

“Don’t tease,” you whispered, already dizzy. “Please—”

“Not teasing,” Tim murmured at your ear. “Just taking my time. I’ve waited too long for this.”

They stripped you with care that didn’t match their urgency — fingers brushing reverent over bare skin, like they were trying to memorize every inch. But the lust was undeniable. Every movement, every touch, was fire against fire.

You ended up between them on the floor — Kon at your front, Tim behind, their mouths and hands working in tandem. Kon kissed you again, harder this time, while Tim’s lips explored your shoulder, your spine, low murmurs of praise falling from his lips like he couldn’t stop them.

“You’re perfect,” Tim whispered. “God, I’ve wanted this… wanted you…”

Kon was less poetic — but no less sincere. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he said, his breath ragged as he pushed your thighs apart. “Been holding back for so long.”

You moaned for them — arched into their hands — begged for more, and they gave it.

Everything was desperate and fast at first. Bodies grinding. Fingers tangled. Sweat-slick heat filling the air. The scent of skin and sex overwhelmed whatever else lingered in the vents.

Your voice broke between them, breathless cries of pleasure as they worshipped you in tandem — Kon’s strength, Tim’s control, both of them lost in you.

You came for them with a shudder, your body trembling as they held you — Kon kissing down your stomach, Tim pressing kisses into the crook of your neck. They weren’t done. Not yet. Not even close.

They took you again — slower this time, but just as intense.

You lost track of who was touching you where, lost in the heat of it. Kon’s voice was hoarse and reverent: “That’s it, baby… let go…” while Tim whispered, “You’re everything… always have been…”

And then — slowly — the haze began to lift.

Your head cleared.

The air felt lighter. Your skin, less flushed. The drug was wearing off.

But no one moved away.

Tim’s arms stayed locked around your waist, holding you gently, like you’d break if he let go. His lips were on your shoulder, soft now. Almost shy.

Kon leaned against your thigh, still panting, resting his forehead there like he couldn’t quite believe what just happened.

You looked between them — flushed, fucked-out, trembling — and found nothing but raw affection in their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Tim said first, voice rough. “We shouldn’t have—”

“No,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “Don’t say that. I wanted it. I want you. Both of you.”

Kon raised his head, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be seen — just softness, something real in his eyes. “Yeah? Then maybe… maybe we stop pretending after this.”

You smiled. Exhausted, sore, glowing. Tim leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. Not a kiss of lust this time — but tenderness. Worship. And Kon kissed your shoulder as if it were sacred.

Tim’s arms stayed locked around your waist, holding you gently, like you’d break if he let go. Not out of fear — but reverence. His touch, once shaking with need, was now calm and careful. Protective. His lips ghosted along your shoulder, soft and uncertain, almost shy now, as if unsure if he had the right to kiss you without the drug thrumming through his veins.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice low, cheek pressed against your back.

You nodded against him, still catching your breath. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed.”

He kissed the top of your spine like an apology, like a thank you, like he wanted to seal the moment in time.

Kon, meanwhile, was curled against your thigh, one arm draped lazily across your stomach. His forehead rested just above your hipbone, damp hair sticking to his temple, his chest still rising in uneven pants as he stared down at your body like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just been allowed to touch.

“Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, voice muffled against your skin. “That actually happened.”

You let out a soft laugh and reached for him, threading your fingers into his messy black hair. “Yeah,” you whispered, thumb brushing his temple, “It did.”

He nuzzled into your palm like a big cat, eyes fluttering closed. “I’m not dreaming, right? This isn’t some fucked-up mission-induced coma fantasy?”

Tim shifted behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “If it is, we’re all dreaming the same one.”

You could feel the way his heart was still racing against your back, even as the silence settled. The drug’s influence had faded, leaving behind only the truth — three best friends tangled in a mess of sweat and kisses and confessions they’d been too scared to say.

Kon looked up at you then — eyes soft, a little tired, but clearer than they’d been all night. “Hey,” he said, brushing your thigh. “You okay for real? Not just saying it?”

You nodded and smiled at him. “For real. Just sore. And maybe a little emotionally wrecked.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah. Same.”

Tim pressed another kiss to your shoulder, more sure this time. “We should get you cleaned up. Water. Blanket. Something soft.”

He moved first, rising carefully and grabbing the emergency medkit from the far wall. He took a small cloth, dampened it with the bottled water they’d packed, and came back to you, kneeling beside you like you were something sacred.

“Let me,” he said, and wiped you clean — slow, gentle strokes, not flinching once from the mess of it. You watched the concentration in his brow, the reverence in every motion. It wasn’t just care. It was love.

Kon rolled to your other side, laying on his back beside you, fingers brushing your arm as he looked up at the ceiling. “So… we gonna talk about this later? Or pretend this was a heat-of-the-moment thing and never mention it again?”

You turned your head, your fingers brushing against his. “What do you want?”

He met your gaze. No smirk this time. Just something vulnerable, open.

“I want you,” he said. “Always have.”

Tim reached for your hand and added, “Me too. We both do. And I think… I think we could make this work.”

The silence stretched as you looked between them — your heart so full it hurt. “I love you both,” you whispered.

Neither of them flinched. Tim’s hand tightened around yours, and Kon leaned in, brushing his lips over your cheek.

“Then that’s it,” Kon said simply. “We figure it out.”

Tim pulled you into his lap again, wrapping you in his arms, Kon pressing close at your side. They laid with you like that — protective, gentle, safe — until your eyes grew heavy.

And even as sleep pulled you under, you felt it: Tim’s fingers stroking your hair. Kon’s hand on your waist. Two steady heartbeats.

No more pretending. Just love — warm and real, wrapped around you like a blanket. You were no longer just teammates. You were theirs. And they were yours. No more pretending. No more holding back. Just love — messy, honest, and finally, real.

You weren’t sure how long the three of you laid there, wrapped in each other, catching your breath — hearts slowing, muscles sore, the world outside those four walls briefly forgotten.

But eventually, reality returned.

The vents hummed softly above, the red lights along the floor flickering as the compound’s emergency system remained locked in place. The mission wasn’t over — and your bodies might’ve just given in to something primal, but your minds? Still sharp. Still heroes.

Tim was the first to sit up, wincing slightly as he reached for his discarded gear. “We have to get moving. We’re not out of this place yet.”

Kon groaned from where he was sprawled on the floor, arm slung across his eyes. “God, buzzkill.”

You chuckled quietly and nudged his leg with your foot. “C’mon, Boy of Steel. Up and at ‘em.”

He cracked one eye open and gave you a lazy smile. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you or I’d make you do all the punching.”

Tim froze mid-motion, eyes flicking toward you, then Kon — like he hadn’t meant to hear that, but wasn’t going to ignore it either.

You blinked, heart skipping.

“…You said it,” Tim said softly. “Out loud.”

Kon looked briefly panicked — then exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Guess I did. Not taking it back.”

You sat up between them, pulling on your bodysuit, heart full again in a completely different way.

“Then let’s finish the mission,” you said, your voice quiet but steady. “And figure out what this means after. Together.”

They both nodded.

It only took a few minutes to get dressed again — a quiet, focused sort of calm settling over the three of you. The suits felt different now, clinging to skin still flushed with heat, muscles still aching from everything you’d just shared. But they felt right.

You moved back to the heavy steel door at the end of the corridor — the one that had slammed shut during the lockdown and trapped you all in.

Tim crouched beside the control panel, fingers dancing over the cracked screen, brow furrowed.

“Give me a minute,” he muttered. “This thing’s fried, but I can get around the secondary defenses.”

Kon stood nearby, rolling his shoulders, fists clenching and unclenching with impatience. You were used to his need for action — the way he vibrated with energy when forced to wait — but this time there was a different kind of fire in him. Protective. Urgent.

Tim’s fingers moved faster, and finally — with a quiet click — the terminal let out a defeated chirp.

“Security’s down,” he said, standing. “Your turn, Kon.”

The boy of steel grinned.

“With pleasure.”

He stepped forward, muscles tightening, and slammed a single fist into the center of the door.

BOOM.

The metal shrieked and buckled, crumpling inward with a deafening crash. Dust rained down from the ceiling, sparks flying as the door ripped from its hinges. Kon didn’t stop until the path was clear — metal twisted, torn clean through.

You and Tim stepped through first, weapons drawn, scanning the next hallway.

Clear.

Kon followed behind, brushing debris from his gloves, still glowing slightly from the force of the impact. “That felt good,” he muttered, throwing a wink your way. “Therapeutic.”

“Remind me to never piss you off,” Tim said, smirking as he checked his wrist display.

“Too late,” Kon shot back. “You hogged her.”

You snorted a laugh and pushed past them both. “I can hear you, you know.”

“I wanted you to,” Kon called after you.

Tim leaned in beside him, voice low and amused. “She’s definitely in charge.”

“Oh, yeah. No complaints.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and signaled for silence as you reached the next checkpoint. The mood might’ve lightened, but your instincts were still sharp — and the mission wasn’t over yet.

But as you pressed forward through that cold, steel corridor — flanked by the two boys who knew your body and your heart — you felt stronger than ever.

Unstoppable.

Loved.

The halls echoed with the crunch of debris under your boots as the three of you navigated back toward the extraction point. The emergency lockdown had dropped entirely by the time you hit the stairwell, thanks to Tim’s override.

But even with the mission technically finished, your boys were not on the same page.

Tim tapped away at the device on his wrist, lips thin and brow furrowed, already halfway through a post-op checklist. “We need to stop by the med bay. All of us. Just to make sure the aphrodisiac’s out of our systems. We don’t know if it left any residual neurological effects—”

“I don’t have any neurological effects,” Kon groaned, dragging his feet behind you like a sulking teenager. “I have sexually exhausted and emotionally satisfied effects. Let me sleep.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him — hair still a mess, shirt half-zipped, cheeks flushed in that way that made you very aware of what had just happened in that containment room.

“Kon,” Tim said, his tone dipping into Captain Mode. “You don’t know if your physiology metabolizes it the same way ours does. You’re half-Kryptonian—”

“And totally fine,” Kon interrupted, flopping dramatically against the wall and letting his head thunk back. “C’mon, Rob. I just had the best night of my life. Let me nap it off like a normal post-orgasmic person.”

You rolled your eyes, tried to walk forward…

But then Tim gave you the look. The please be the reasonable one here look.

You sighed. “Kon.”

“I swear if this is a team vote—”

You walked back, grabbed him by the front of his suit, and dragged him by the collar like a stubborn dog being pulled to the vet. “You’re going to the med bay, and you’re going to let them scan your brain or I will tell Clark you cried after we cuddled.”

Tim choked back a laugh, and Kon’s eyes flew wide. “You wouldn’t.”

You gave him a smug smile. “I would. I will. I should.”

“Fine,” he groaned, letting himself be yanked down the hall. “But I want a reward for being emotionally available and medically compliant.”

Tim fell into step beside you, hiding his grin behind a cough. “We’ll get you a juice box and a sticker.”

Kon perked up slightly. “Can it be a Batman sticker?”

“No,” Tim and you said in unison.

By the time you made it to the med bay, the on-duty physician was already waiting with scanners prepped. You sat on one of the observation tables, bare feet dangling, while Tim was already mid-interrogation about the compound used and its half-life, as if he hadn’t already scanned the files five times.

Kon flopped down on the table beside you, arms folded like a sulky toddler. “This is stupid. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all—”

You reached over, ruffled his hair, and he immediately melted. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, leaning into your touch.

Tim looked over at the two of you, eyes softening.

He didn’t say anything, but the way his hand slid over yours, fingers brushing gently, said enough.

He was still worrying. He always would. But for the first time in a long time, it felt like you were all worrying together.

And in the strange, sterile quiet of that med bay, something warm settled between the three of you — even Kon, who finally leaned sideways and rested his head against your shoulder.

“I’m serious, though,” he murmured, already half-asleep. “If I wake up and this was all a dream, I’m punching something.”

You smiled, squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry,” you said softly. “I’ll remind you.”

[hyperblue]

thinking about tim singing along to his "90s-early 2000s dad" playlist while driving his kids to school bc it used to calm them down when they were little

wendy now pretends that this is embarrassing, but she still lightly stomps her feet to the rhythm and she secretly knows all the lyrics; jackie is so used to it that when he gets his own car on his 17th birthday he starts doing the same thing (even the songs are exactly the same; it actually helps him focus while driving)

every time kon happens to ride with them, tim purposefully puts on more love songs just to be able to flirt with kon with his eyes only, and every time kon is like "dude you're driving and we have kids in the back, i really can't blow you rn" (only with his eyes, too)

[zahri-melitor]

In terms of trying to transplant how Dick’s generation grew up to independent adult heroes onto Tim’s generation, one of the significant issues is that the two groups have very different backstories.

The Fab Five and their generation were largely cared for children with present guardians during their teen years. Their ‘growing up’ rebellion moments were about wanting to establish their own identities separate to their parent/guardian. Then once NTT occurred and new young adult characters were added to it, you had a bunch who were escaping overbearing guardians with expectations the young adult didn’t want to fulfil, and leaving trauma behind.

The Core Four and other 90s heroes, in contrast, were mostly latchkey kids. They had loving but absent parents and parental figures. They were largely expected to grow up and show they were independent in their early teens. The arcs of their stories were not about growing up and finding themselves and ‘be your own person’, but about learning to trust others and interdependency and working together.

Like the shape of a Fab Five story is ‘in my preteens or earlier a Disaster Happened and I was taken in by a hero who cared for me and taught me the business as their sidekick. Then around 18-20 I moved out to live in a sharehouse with my friends as I wanted to find who I was outside of the shadow of being a sidekick’.

While…Tim’s generation largely aren’t sidekicks in the same sense. The shape of THEIR stories are of ‘teenager with largely absent adults is expected to grow up and show emotional maturity too early’. It’s actually notable that Tim, Kon and Bart all have long term story arcs that involve gaining a stable household right near the end.

Kon’s entire solo is the story of how he is neglected and exploited by every adult around him. He doesn’t have parents. He’s Peter Pan, the little boy who cannot grow up, who lives without parental expectation. He’s a celebrity kid exploited by Rex Leech and by CADMUS, who’s expected by those around him to act in an adult manner and held to that standard while simultaneously specifically being underage and not having the right to make his own decisions. His final arc in Superboy is about being so abandoned he doesn’t even have CADMUS to depend on anymore so he has to find an apartment and a job (the building superintendent) and is expected to act and function like an adult in that position. Superboy #59 (FIFTY NINE) is when Kon finally gets his own name. Superboy #100 is ABOUT Kon moving in with Jonathan and Martha Kent and finally having a stable home environment where he can be a child. Heck Kon’s already had a story where he’s ‘married’ and responsible for a kid. He’s had solo space adventures.

Bart’s solo is about Bart and Max learning to be a family together, but also: Bart’s childhood didn’t contain parents. Meloni turns up occasionally through his solo and loves him but also has to disappear away back to the 30th century at the end of each appearance. The final arc of Bart’s solo is about him moving in with Jay and Joan Garrick for more stability, because Max has disappeared (and stays disappeared). And then, post his solo, Bart even already has HAD an arc where he had to grow up and assume the Flash mantle (which went horribly wrong and led to his death).

Tim? Tim’s entire solo is about upheaval and change. The first time he’s expected to behave as an independent hero, not a sidekick, is literally Robin #1 when Azbats kicks him out of the Cave. Jack threatens to send him away to boarding school on multiple occasions and DOES for the Brentwood arc. He loses Jack, he loses Dana, he moves out to be a hero caring for his own city at 16, in Bludhaven post War Games. Bruce’s adoption of Tim was all about giving him back that sense of stability and support so that Tim had people backing him up again in his personal life and not only as a hero. And then he does the ‘leave and get a new identity’ thing during Red Robin.

And Cassie? Cassie starts with a loving mother and her story arc over becoming a hero is about periods of operating on her own. She moves away from her mum to go to Elias School. Due to operating as a hero under her own name she eventually has to come up with the alias of Drusilla Priam to give herself a non-public identity to retreat to (and isn’t living with Helena Sandsmark but renting on her own during this period to protect Helena).

This is a set of characters for whom it makes no narrative sense to tell a story of them growing up by ‘moving out and finding their own identity as separate heroes’ because their entire PAST is about being alone and looking for connections and people to rely upon. They haven’t been looking for their mentors to accept them as independent adults, they’ve been looking to their mentors to be present and work with them.

They have already all BEEN through the steps of moving out (while underage) and learning to look after themselves as nobody else was there to support them. Growing up for them is about learning to trust and be respected for the skills they already have and trusted to know what they’re doing, rather than leaving to show they can operate independently.

And that’s a harder narrative to show, because it’s a less common growth story in our culture. But in the Core Four’s case, I’d argue a lot of the traditional signifiers of adulthood (moving out; moving away for education; taking responsibility for a city on their own; travelling for quests) are things they were already expected to do while still significantly underage, and so sending them through that plot again isn’t showing anything new to allow them growth. What they need is the adults around them to treat them as adults for the things they already can and do do.

[frownyalfred]

oooh i haven’t stopped thinking about the whole sups accidentally hurting bats thing. but hear me out, i don’t think it would be clark. clark has gone through his entire life deathly afraid of hurting the fragile humans around him, knowing that he was fundamentally different. he probably hugged his mom too hard as a kid and broke her ribs or something, and since then has known he can’t trust himself. and i mean there’s a loneliness and tragedy there, bc he can never fully relax. he can’t hug someone properly, he can’t loose himself during sex, he can’t afford to get angry in public and accidentally crush the chair he’s holding. when he’s rescuing someone, even if he only has split seconds to save them, he can’t grab them too hard and hurt them or everyone will accuse him of being a monster. he’s constantly hyper-vigilant and grows up alone and different.

jon on the other hand doesn’t have any of these hang ups as a kid. like yes he knows his mom is more fragile (physically), but he has his dad, the whole superfam, and a grows up with a whole host of durable superheroes around him who he doesn’t have to watch himself around. and obviously he cares about people and is careful, but he doesn’t have the same fear that echos clark’s every move. and clark tells him to be careful of course, but he doesn’t want to pass his loneliness and trauma down to his son either. and while jon obviously knows that damian is human, he’s such a tough superhero that he subconsciously slots him into the same category as his dad and women woman and kon etc. and if he grips a little too tight, damian won’t let him know bc pain is weakness etc. so jon is just the tiniest bit less careful around his best friend, until one day, with everyone there he, seriously hurts damian. and bruce is yelling at clark, and saying cruel things in his fear and worry bc he can’t express it any other way, jon is crying, and clark is just horrified bc this is all his worst nightmares. someone he cares about is injured, he’s loosing the trust of his friend, his son now has his trauma, and he’s worrying that bruce now fears them and sees them as monsters. much angst.

that was long winded and idk how realistic it is, but i just couldn’t stop thinking about the scenario and how it would play out and i had to share my brain worms lol. and just the juxtaposition of how it would happen/not happen with different characters based on their past is so interesting

I agree, it wouldn’t be Clark. Clark is so hyper-vigilant that the only time it might have happened would be during a quick unexpected save (grabbing Bruce at the last second midair etc). Jon is a much more likely candidate because they’re uncertain about him being half Kryptonian and as you said, Clark doesn’t want to pass along his issues to his son if he doesn’t have to.

I think Kon accidentally hurting Tim could happen too - esp if Lex was involved a lot in his early years and not Clark. Clark’s caution is so useful but only if he passes it along! That’s all Bruce wants.

[mamawasatesttube]

Hi!

Would you happen to have any fic rec that respect Kon (and Tim) as a character and don't write a totally other character with just the same name?

(I really do not have any criteria, i don't care if there is a romantic ship or not I really just want to read a fic with the least amount of mischaracterization as possible-)

I really like your blog so I thought that I would ask!!

hiya!! this is gonna be a short and noncomprehensive list because unfortunately i have a migraine today and braining is hard, but def check out my general #fic rec tag too!

chrysalis by @loisinherlane. its a superfam fic about kon and the concept of growing up and it makes me so 🥺 the kon & ma and the kon & kara bits in particular. oaugh

fill in the blanks by @mindshelter is just so cute. its temporary amnesiac tim looking at kon and immediately going heart eyes. great look at kon from an "outsider" perspective AND fun insight into how tim's ridiculous mind works!

practical applications of a memorized heartbeat by @comphetkoncass tim gets fucked up and kon gets to put his ttk skills to the test (i.e. life-saving medical ttk applications). i dearly love when kon is Competent!!!!!

i want your complications too by @loisinherlane is more about clois than kon, but he features here as a 7 year old clone that superman rescued from cadmus early and i die every time bc hes so Fuckigningngng cute. babby.

hand on my stupid heart by @misspickman gets me in the "kon you have fucking issues please get help buddy" (he will not) department. the smallville parts (lori!!!! my beloved!!!!) are particularly chefs kiss!!

within the rubble and the harvest by @radioactive-earthshine for. well! speaking of kon and smallville!!!! ahhghgh!!! KON and SMALLVILLE!!! im so fascinated by his adjustment period and his love for ma and pa and. ough. all the tiny details are so good too. i love u kon and smallville.

AND finally not to toot my own horn but in case you haven't already seen MY kon fics, a quick self-plug here:

the courage of stars by... ME!!!! a kon post-resurrection character study dealing with the overlap of internalized homophobia and all that suicidal ideation he's been carrying around from day one. what's a guy supposed to do when he's pretty sure he came back wrong, 'cuz he's pretty sure he was never supposed to come back at all, but no one else can see it?

[yoursleepdemon]

Batfam members as things I've heard said at my school

Stephanie: I was called yellow girl by a random five year old the other day. I have no clue why, I wasn't even wearing anything yellow. Is it because my hair is blond???

Anyway that same 5 year old hit on me and gave me a ring pop

...

Tim: Jason cut my wrist today and instead of apologizing he just said skill issue and threw a grape at me

...

Dick: If you had a spirit animal it would be a slightly murderous black cat that never makes a sound until it wants something and bites you

Cass:...

...

Tim: ugh, we really need to start studying for final-

Duke: No! No saying the F word

Tim: Finals?

Stephanie: *gasping dramatically* Noooo, how dare you break the precious bubble that is not having tests

...

Dick: Sorry , I lost the pencil you lent me

Tim: yeah, I can buy you a new hair clip

Dick:...what?

...

Jason: It's too early for this shit

Dick: it's 1pm?

Jason: exactly

...

Tim: Why am I sad all the time

Damian: Because you have depression

Tim: But, why?

Jason: Because your parents are dead

Dick: You can't just say that

Tim: He's not wrong tho

...

Jason : Give my pencil back you bitch

Dick: This is my fucking pencil that you stole from me?

Jason: Give it back, finders keepers

...

Dick: When I first meet Damian he bit toes

Damian: In my defense he said what are going to do, bite my toes?

...

Dick: I'm not violent at all, I respect all people and would never hurt anyone

Jason: The first time I met you was when you were planning to jump a man

Dick: Irrelevant

...

Cass: Last time I was in this room someone said I ate dogs

Everyone:...

...

Tim: I got in trouble and Dick checked my screen time

Jason: How much was it?

Tim:...

Dick: 18 hours and 37 minutes, per day, not including the time he spends on his computer.

...

Dick: I think I'm going blind, I can't see anything lately

Tim, without looking up from his phone: Like red flags?

...

Barbara: I took of my glasses, or more accurately Dick stole my glasses and Steph said that I looked more "realistic" and gave no further information , like was I 2d before??

...

Tim, Kon, and Bernard at a movie theater

Kon, tells a joke:

Tim, tells it to Bernard sitting next to him and takes credit:

Kon: ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

...

I will keep adding to this

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Can we have Azul being very excited to see his parents again with random dorm members questioning if thats the same Azul that's their dorm leader?

Octavinelle A-kun? Octavinelle A-kun. (Context: Octa A/Kon is my Octavinelle mob student OC asdblasdiabis)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Azul had reserved a slot of time early in the afternoon--before the Mostro Lounge's usual hours of operation--for his parents.

As soon as he swung open the doors, his painstaking efforts were made apparent. Every corner of the eatery had been scrubbed, buffed, dusted, mopped, and vacuumed to perfection. Their best china was out, a vase of freshly cut flowers and romantic candlelight marking the table he had saved. The live band he had hired (no expense spared) welcomed the Ashengrotto family with a soft, jazzy melody.

The music came with a chorus of clapping. Several Octavinelle students stood in lines, giving applause to the VIPs.

Azul ushered his parents inside. "Please, come in, come in! Right this way, esteemed sir and madam," he crooned, gesturing for them to follow him.

They settled into their seats and were immediately provided with menus and tall glasses of water, the ice so clear and free of impurities that one could see right through them. Octa A--Kon--their server, hastily pulled his hand back after delivering the items and bowed. How smoothly everything ran, like an orchestra with a skilled conductor.

"So this is what you've been up to at school," Mr. Ashengrotto murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I must say, it's impressive. Not every 17-year old would be capable of overseeing an entire cafe on top of studying and juggling the responsibilities of a dorm leader--well, perhaps your mother would."

"You really do take after me," Mrs. Ashengrotto laughed, "in more ways than I suspected you did."

"Fufufu. Yes, well... I did learn from the best." Azul straightened, lifting his chin proudly. "As it so happens, I also run a little... side business, shall we say. My peers come to me with their owes, and I do what I can to help alleviate those."

"If only your grandmother could have joined us... I'm sure she would be pleased to hear of your charity work. Perhaps we could pay her a visit on your next trip home."

His stepfather raised his brows. "Seems I've married into a multitalented family."

"Please do not talk down your own abilities. You're quite skilled in your own right, dear stepfather!" Azul wrung his hands together. "Why, I can only hope to match your legal prowess one day!"

“Haha, you’re a sweet talker too. Alright, I’ll take your professional advice. No more talk of business though—let’s decide what to eat.”

“Fufufu, as you wish.”

Kon warily kept his distance, a step or two farther from the table than he usually would. Staring, listening--it was strange, he decided. Never had he heard his dorm leader speaking with such sincerity, with kindness that wasn't laced with hidden ill intent.

Is this... Azul-senpai? He seems a little different around his family. Softer... squisher somehow.

"Pick anything you like off the menu. I'm confident that you will enjoy our dishes, made fresh every day with the best sourced, in-season ingredients possible.” Azul pushed up his glasses with one hand. “If you care for a recommendation, the fried chicken is sublime. It took us a while experimenting with spices to achieve its flavor and texture, but I believe those efforts paid off wonderfully."

“Fried chicken, your old favorite! You hardly touch it anymore.”

“M-Mama…! Er, I mean mother,” Azul quickly corrected himself. “That was back then! Now I am making a conscious effort to mind my health. I ask that you respect that."

“Alright, alright. Point taken.” Mrs. Ashengrotto tapped a finger on her menu. “I’ll take the fried chicken platter appetizer, for old time’s sake. We can split it so you can treat yourself too, dear."

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly..."

"One bite can't hurt," his stepfather urged. "Here, let's get a salad as well to balance it out."

"Th-That is not how nutritional intake works at all..." Azul sighed, a hand to his head. There was a pause, then he flagged Kon over. "... You heard them, correct? One fried chicken platter and the garden salad appetizers to start."

"We'll get those out for you right away," he said robotically. A line, rehearsed. "Take however long you need to decide your mains."

The mob student turned to scurry away and pass along the order to the kitchen. A voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“And Kon-san?”

He looked back.

His dorm leader had his legs crossed, looking very authoritative as he sat up straight in his booth. He, the lackey, trembling before the boss.

“Y-Yes, sir?” Kon squeaked.

Azul simply smiled. "Thank you for your service."

The breath he had been unconsciously holding slipped out as a sigh. And he tried to smile back.

"Anytime, dorm leader.”

[brungeons-and-bragons]

Thinking about that one panel where Batman says he loves his kids like brothers when he should have been loving them like sons, and that’s like… the whole plight of many of the first-cycle legacy characters in DC, no? All that brotherly love that’s supposed to be paternal? I mean these are kids, teens, who are looking for someone similar to them to look up to and teach them and mentor them, and in all of that pining for familial love we forget that their mentors themselves are unbelievably young too. I mean Bruce was around what, 25? When he took Dick in? And Superman is in his early 40’s, and Superboy (his timeline has kinda stopped working) came around before Jon who is (chronologically) 12 years old, which means Clark was somewhere near 30 or even less. And while these may be regular ages to start having kids for normal people, These kids are also coming to them fully fleshed out. Bruce would’ve been around 18 when Dick was born, and if Kon was born normally Clark would’ve been around 14. Like of COURSE these kids with no where else to go see someone exactly like them and cling to them like a son and of COURSE these young heroes see these kids who are in the grand scheme of things close to them in age and see them as brothers instead. Of COURSE they’ll never be on the same level of what they need from each other.

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-eight of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I'll show you how it works,” Tim says, smiling a little helplessly at him for no good reason. Kon's just–pretty. And cute. And wearing slightly smudged eyeliner, like he went out of his way to learn how to apply it just for this and didn't quite get enough practice with it during said learning process, which might be a little much to assume but sure is a thought either way. “There'll be placards and stuff that explain how it all goes too. If you don't like it we can leave, obviously, we'll just go to dinner early.” 

“You wanna do dinner too?” Kon asks. 

“My intentions tonight are for this exhibit, dinner, and then another surprise destination,” Tim says. “Do you like Japanese food, because I got us a reservation at a Japanese place I know, but if that's not your thing, there's always other options.”

Tim definitely did not make three back-up reservations in a Bat-panic, because that would be an insane person thing to do and he's operating with fully rational behavior for fully rational reasons here. Obviously. Of course-ly. 

Just like, yeah. There may or may not be back-up reservations. 

Contingency plans are vital, okay? 

“I like Japanese food,” Kon says. “Well–I like sushi and musubi and poke bowls and that kinda thing, at least. So like . . . same diff, right?” 

“Right,” Tim assumes, with still no idea what either musubi or poke bowls are. He'll google it. It'll be fine. If nothing else, Kon can get sushi. He'll buy him one of those huge fancy boats of it if he's gotta. 

. . . actually that's not a bad idea, Kon could probably use the calories. Hm. 

“You planned all that stuff, though?” Kon asks, peering around the gallery as they finally step out into it and frowning in confusion. 

“I promised you I'd take you someplace nice,” Tim says with an easy shrug. “So I found some nice places to take you. That's all.”  

“You only promised me one nice place,” Kon says with a little laugh, shaking his head. “Now it's three?” 

“I'm intending to take you to a lot of nice places, Kon,” Tim says, and feels his chest clench up a little when he sees the way Kon's expression softens at the sound of his name. He needs to be using it more, he thinks to himself. Like–way more. “Or just wherever you wanna go.” 

“Sure,” Kon says, ducking his head, then glances around the gallery again as his frown reasserts itself. “What's everybody doing? They're like–messing with everything.” 

“It's a sensory exhibit,” Tim repeats in clarification. “You're supposed to interact with the exhibits. Touch or listen to or manipulate them. Things like that.” 

Kon . . . blinks, slowly. Then he glances sidelong at Tim, biting his lip. 

He doesn't ask, but the question in his eyes is obvious enough, Tim thinks. 

“It's tactile telekinesis, isn't it?” he says. “So I thought you might be interested in something tactile.” 

“You . . . did?” Kon says, glancing back towards the rest of the room. 

“It at least seemed like a valid theory,” Tim says. Kon had kept touching the cashmere on and off for as long as he’d worn it, and petted the goat, and had apparently been clocking the whole damn mall most of the time they’d been there, and he’d just thought–well–

Kon really does talk about his TTK so much, whether it’s relevant or not. Doing something that might be deliberately relevant to it had just seemed, well . . . natural. 

If nothing else, it might help keep Kon interested in him a little longer. Tim still isn’t sure how long to expect Kon to stay interested, depending, so until he knows one way or the other, he might as well frontload his success here. Or at least try to, anyway. 

Look, he’s going to do his best, alright? His best is just the best he can do. 

“You know, if you wanted me to touch something, you could’ve just volunteered,” Kon jokes, but the way he says it doesn’t actually make Tim want to laugh. It’s actually all he can do not to frown, the way he says it. Just . . . something about it’s a little off, maybe.

“I told you I’d take you on a date,” he says. “Just telling you to feel me up doesn’t seem like putting in much effort there. Definitely not nice levels of effort.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, ducking his head as he glances away again. He’s still holding his hand. Tim wonders what kind of dates Kon’s even been on before–and if he’s ever been the one getting taken on one, too. Especially since as far as he knows Kon’s only dated girls, and there were probably some assumptions set in place there. Like–it seems likely that there would’ve been, at least. Even if just self-imposed ones. 

“Want to try?” Tim offers. “Like I said, if you don’t like it we’ll just go to dinner early.” 

“Um, sure,” Kon says. “We can try it. Um . . .” 

“This way,” Tim says, and leads him towards one of the closer stations in the exhibit. Kon looks a little unsure where to start, so he figures it’ll help if he gives him a little push. Though it’s weird to think of Kon as needing any kind of a push, except maybe a push to actually stay still and listen for ten seconds. Or like . . . anything remotely along those lines. 

The station is a low, hip-height sandbox full of . . . well, sand, unsurprisingly. There's stones and rakes and general Zen garden-style paraphernalia laid out inside it, and patterns and colors already marked and dyed into the sand to be mixed-up and deconstructed at will, though no one seems to have gotten too far into that yet. Kon tilts his head as he looks down at the display, his eyes briefly unfocusing. 

“You're just supposed to play around with it,” Tim says, wondering what that unfocused look on his face is about. “Rearrange the patterns or make new ones, I guess.” 

“Huh,” Kon says. “Okay. Like just however?” 

“I mean, what, are they gonna yell at us for doing it wrong?” Tim asks with a shrug. Kon smirks at him. 

“I could come up with something they'd yell at us for,” he says with a teasing leer. 

Tim suffers. 

“Let's wait a couple stations before we get ourselves kicked out,” he manages, swallowing awkwardly. Kon grins at him, then leans over the sandbox and presses both hands flat against the sand inside and immediately starts rearranging everything with his TTK. Tim is about to reflexively protest him not even pretending to check for any onlookers before realizing that there is literally no possible way that anyone could look at them right now without Kon being able to feel them turning their way, and also the two security cameras that were previously in their range are both cocked askew now.

Okay, so he could be worse at passing for civilian, Tim figures, and just leans over and lets himself admire the wave-like ripples spreading across the sandbox as Kon carefully constructs a swirling rainbow of an ocean with all of the brighter colors and a dark beach stretched out alongside it, accented with little rocks scattered around like shells and driftwood. The wave patterns look surprisingly accurate, but then again, he probably did get a great aerial view of the ocean on the regular back in Hawaii, didn't he. 

Tim takes his phone out and sneaks a quick pic or two of both Kon and the box on old reflex, and Kon laughs at him. 

“You like, babe?” he asks with a teasing smirk. 

“Most things about you, yes,” Tim replies frankly, because he's not Robin right now so he can do that, and Kon laughs again even as he blushes and straightens back up, the sand all brushing itself off his hands. 

“Only most?” he asks. “Guess I gotta step up my game, then.” 

“Find another excuse to wear that crop top and you'll be fine,” Tim advises, and Kon laughs so bright for that it's almost flustering. 

Well, no, it's definitely flustering. Actually it's very, very flustering. 

Adorable bastard. Absolute fucker. Tim should throw him off a bridge, but he'd just fly back up anyway, the asshole. 

Tim wants to kiss him so bad right now. 

Kon's eyes half-unfocus again, and then the sand and rocks and tools all . . . shift. Tim blinks, a little surprised, and then realizes–oh. He's sorting it all back. Like . . . very accurately back, in fact. The colors and patterns are all returning to the exact same designs as they were in when they first stepped over here. Which is probably for the best because again, they’re currently playing civilian, but–

“Holy shit,” Tim says as the patterns all settle back in and his eyebrows shoot up, more than a little incredulous. Okay, well–he's slightly less sure that Kon doesn't have Superman's eidetic memory now. Also, considering how mixed-around all the colors were, he doesn't even know how he did that so effectively. “How the hell did you do that?” 

“Wasn't hard,” Kon replies casually, but he looks smug about it, the–again–adorable bastard. Fucker. “Just undid what everybody already did, yeah?” 

Tim looks at the sand and belatedly notices that yes, in fact, Kon also reverted everything else that'd been done to it back to what was clearly the original design too. He cannot even fathom how Kon could tell how to “undo” any of that. Like–the pattern-recognition, fine, he could've done that himself–Bart could've, if he'd been interested enough to bother–but tracking back a design after undoing the whole thing to begin with and keeping the different colors of sand all correctly separated? Seriously? 

“Jesus,” he says. “That's incredible.” 

“No big,” Kon says, but looks very pleased about the compliment all the same. Tim thinks of about three thousand tactical applications for this skill alone and really wants to know why Kon doesn't brag about this part of TTK more. Or like, ever. It's always punching things and ripping up the street and tearing doors off their hinges and things like that, when he can do things like map an entire building blind and control sand down to the fucking individual grains? 

Tim might need to have a talk with all of their teammates about their actual abilities, actually, seeing all this. Like, some assessment tests might need to happen. Questionnaires. Something. The informal approach was clearly not thorough enough. If nothing else, he's definitely following up with Kon. 

“I honestly did not realize how good you'd be at that,” Tim says, and then has to watch in disbelief as Kon smirks smugly at him while simultaneously–without even looking–builds a little sand castle without even bothering to put his hands in the sand this time. Which he doesn't have to, obviously, because the sand is in the sandbox and it's part of the table which is on the floor he's standing on and Tim objectively understands how TTK works, but that really seems like it'd be much harder to pull off. Just–damn. Damn. 

. . . technically, if Kon can control things as small as a grain of sand, how small can he go? Could he–theoretically, at least–manipulate dust? Air molecules? 

Atoms? 

Because if he could, if things like that counted . . . well, the transitive properties of TTK would be a lot less of a limitation outside of maybe the vacuum of space, wouldn't they. There's always air, after all. And if Kon could manipulate anything on the atomic level . . . 

Jesus. There's a thought. 

As soon as Tim's done being desperately, overwhelmingly turned on and also reformatting several of his supervillainy-connected plans, he's gonna have to start drafting that superpower skills and applications thereof questionnaire. Like. Immediately once he's done, actually. 

Just–again, just Jesus. 

“I mean, it's just a party trick, but it's a fun one, right?” Kon says with another laugh. 

Tim is going to lose his actual fucking mind. 

“You call that a party trick?” he says in disbelief. There is no possible way that any lock could be secure against that. No one could ever hide behind cover. No one could even carry a concealed weapon without him knowing, for fuck's sake! 

. . . Tim is very glad he's been leaving the birdarangs home for his not-dates and current-date with Kon. Very, very glad. 

Jesus, that would've been fun to explain to Bruce. Well I didn't TELL him I was Robin, but I DID encourage him to tactile-telekinetically feel me up in a changing room while I was strapped with Bat-gear, sooooo . . . I mean, you never told me I couldn't do THAT. 

That's exactly how he would've explained it, obviously, but still. Bruce would not have taken it well. 

What a fucking way to come out to Batman, too.

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Ooh how about too sweet by hozier??

This is a very A Super x A Bat. Mostly, though, either brucexclark or timkon.

~~

superbat

But it's Bruce at his computer, staring at a monitor that just has Google images up, of Clark. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes, hasn't researched anything. Just...stared.

Because he and Clark are a thing. An official thing. Not a well known thing, his kids hardly know for sure (though he knows they all suspect, and have a pool going) but a thing for sure.

And it's been a couple rough days. A couple rough nights. Bruce has said things he shouldn't have to people who don't deserve it. But Clark still kissed him goodbye and reminded him to go to bed early before he flew off to continue saving the world.

And...why?

Why does Clark put up with him, and all his hideous flaws? Clark deserves better, and Bruce deserves less. Bruce doesn't deserve a single person in his life, but especially not Clark.

But...logically, he knows none of that matters to Clark, and no self loathing in the world will make Clark change his mind. He's stubborn like that. That's the one thing they have in common. But it's their differences that Bruce loves so much. He assumes Clark is the same.

The computer pings that there's movement upstairs in the manor. Clark returning from saving the day. Bruce smiles, abandoning his reverie to all but race upstairs in greeting.

He doesn't deserve Clark - but maybe one day he will.

~~

timkon

Tim stretches as he closes his laptop, the morning sun streaking in from the nearby window as he turns back towards his room, or specifically - his bed.

Kon is passed out, dead to the world, but even in his peaceful sleep there's a pout on his face. They had argued before Kon went to bed.

Tim couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling. They'd fought over him last night, and his lack of care for himself. Tim had made a couple jokes about dying young, not needing sleep, his blood being made of coffee these days - Kon didn't appreciate any of them. Was so annoyed he went to sleep without letting Tim kiss him goodnight.

And he got it, he did. Kon was worried about him. He didn't need to be, but he was. Because he loved Tim. And god did Tim love him right back.

And if there was any plus to their fight, and Tim's inevitable stubbornness, it's that, now that he was done, he was free to do what he wanted. And right now, all he wanted was to stare at his Super hot, super handsome, super unaware boyfriend.

So he did, for a few minutes. Took in the curve of every muscle, committed it to memory. Then turned back to finish the last gulp of his coffee before practically dancing across the room, and all but diving under the blankets, pressing his cold fingers to Kon's fire skin.

Kon shivered and grumbled, but never opened his eyes, whispering a "I'm still pissed at you." even as Tim takes him into his arms and peppers his face with coffee smelling kisses.

"Love you too, babe."

[thensocrates]

as much as I am a fan of mononoke (and the new medicine seller) and even with the amount of fanart I draw for the new movie,,, I do agree with this.

I didn't like the new mononoke movie ☹️

[hyperblue]

imagine that Maris got milk right during Bruce's rescue and he sees it. Small wet spots were visible on the smooth dark fabric.

He puts his arm around her shoulders and gently looks into her face, noticing the signs - shinings her long thick hair, her skin, her strong nails, her rounded face. His daughter looked softer and at the same time more mature, Bruce felt a pang of shame, he did not notice it right away.

His Marie noticed this and sobbed softly, she was 17, she was still his girl, even if she had already made him a grandfather.

He gently takes her face and kisses her forehead, then he smiles at her, "It's okay, honey, we have to get up and go ahead. Your baby is waiting for you, and I really want to meet my grandchild".

In the DC universe, incredibly advanced or at least taken from outside the earth, technology and medicine. So Bruce might well have thought that Marie had undergone a uterine transplant and was carrying a baby. We love a good dad and a good Batman grandpa in this house.

bonus points if he connects the dots immediately about who the father might be — i have a very brief understanding of a whole "kon dies bruce disappears tim goes searching for bruce kon gets undead" timeline but good thing about aus is that i can do whatever i want so lets imagine that the timing was adding up and to bruce marie theoretically could be already early in her pregnancy when he himself was pronounced dead, and delivered a baby shortly before going to look for him, and he knows his daughter quite well so when the twins turn out to have distinguish black curls and familiar, almost too blue eyes, well. he's not surprised like at all

he just wishes that she didn't have to leave her children to look for him, didn't have to put herself in danger like that. especially now that she has something so precious to come back to

[cdelphiki]

Jason and the Three Terrors spoilers

So I got an ask I'm going to put under a spoiler to answer! I'm going to include a snippet of my draft of a side story I'll post eventually, showing what's going on in Gotham right now!

HI I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS. Okay, to answer: We do!!!!! I don't now how much of the details will be put into the actual main story, since it's all Jason's POV, but I am working on a side story that's from Tim's POV. I might have it just be one "big" fic where I also have Bruce and Clark's POV and it's basically just jumping through part II showing what's going on with all them. Also Alfred will be preparing rooms for them all, just not quite yet. Bruce knows the kids won't be coming to him yet, but he and Clark are both working toward the four of them moving to Gotham to be with Bruce.

Tim basically figures it all out, Bruce had left the case to him to deal with, and Tim figures out Clark is in contact with the defectors pretty quickly, and once he makes the connection to Jason and Damian being Bruce's kid, he brings all the info to Bruce and Bruce is PISSED lmao. Anyway here's a small snipped from Tim doing the detective work: Its the most polished part I have, but it's still a rough draft. (This takes place on either Friday or Saturday morning, when Tim went over to Clark's house that same Saturday morning.)

-

Tim finally tracked down the League kids. It was surprisingly difficult. Whoever was on their side was good, because the paper trail of them going through airport security was wiped almost immediately after they left the airport. Tim couldn’t find any close up photos of them anywhere.

So it took him a week to figure out where they’d gone, but once he finally figured that out, it didn't take too long to track them down.

They’d bought train tickets to Metropolis, and Tim found where the teenager had exchanged his fake New York drivers license for a real Delaware one. Which was pretty damn impressive.

But it meant Tim had a clear photo of him.

And his first name.

And honestly? Tim was very, very confused.

Because this kid looked exactly like Jason Todd, just bigger, with straighter hair, and a white streak in his hair.

But Jason was dead.

Bruce grieved him way too hard for that to be fake. Jason was definitely dead.

But this kid went by the name Jason… Jason Johnson. Which was Jason Todd’s adoptive mother’s maiden name.

And the eyes were exact.

Tim had run them through a program to compare them to Jason Todd’s and, well. It said exact match. Same with a facial recognition.

When a new photo popped up on his newly created alert, Tim easily pulled the Daily Planet employment records and was able to double confirm. This definitely looked like Jason Todd.

But if he was Jason, why hadn’t he come to Bruce?

Was the League threatening him? Was he afraid to come to Bruce because of that? He’d gone to Metropolis, which was close. Did he know that the bats would figure it out, find him, and help him?

Tim was honestly ready to go straight to Bruce with all this, but he hesitated. Jason’s birthday was coming up in a little over a month, and Bruce was not handling it well.

If Tim was wrong here…

So Tim needed to gather more evidence.

The first thing he did was enlist Kon.

“Tim why are we doing this,” Conner asked, after he’d flown the two of them to Gotham Cemetery. It was just before dawn, so the cemetery was completely abandoned, giving them perfect privacy.

And it was way too early for Bruce to be awake, so he wouldn’t notice what Tim was doing, either.

“I have a hunch, okay?” Tim said, as he walked the last few paces over to the gravestone that said Jason Todd.

Conner stayed back where he landed and said, uncertainly, “This feels wrong. Isn’t it wrong? Like… grave robbing?”

“It’s not wrong,” Tim shot back, “We aren’t digging him up. Just looking.”

“What if I don't want to look?” Kon whined back.

Which was fair enough. Tim didn’t want to look inside coffins, either. But this was necessary.

“If I’m right, there’s nothing to even look at,” he said, “It’s empty down there.” And if it wasn’t empty down there, then they were dealing with a clone.

But the clone clearly wasn’t doing what Ra’s wanted him to do, because he’d gone and stolen three kids right from under Ra’s nose.

Kon held his gaze another long moment, clearly hoping Tim would change his mind. When Tim held the gaze firmly, and didn’t budge, Kon dropped his shoulders and grimaced.

And, finally, looked down at the grave they were standing near. He took a deep breath, then really looked, and his eyes went wide.

“Damn,” Kon exhaled, “You’re right.”

Tim couldn’t help his grin.

“How are you right?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said, “that’s what I need to figure out next.”

[cer-rata]

Fic WIP "Boys Will Be Bugs"

When Jon first met Damian, he didn’t have a lot of friends. His early life was pretty unstable actually, and so were his powers, so there weren’t tons of opportunities to mingle. He'd never willingly admit it, but on a level his friendly personality was born out of loneliness as much as it was his natural state.

Anyway, back then Jon didn't know a ton of people, and It was easy for him to call someone a best friend when there were only three options--especially since one of them helped a crazy British man harass his family. And torture him. Kon had finally gotten him to admit to himself that Manchester Black's attempts to recruit him counted as torture, and he wasn't sure he appreciated knowing that, actually.

He was over it though, he and Kathy were still close, even if they saw each other less nowadays. But…it did give Damian a bit of a leg up in that race. As for Maya, well, she was like an older sister almost, still a friend, but it was a little different. So in some ways it kind of defaulted to Damian, especially with how much time they spent together in the years since.

The really interesting thing, Jon thought, was how Damian managed to keep that spot when he started adding new friends to his orbit. Jon had some really good friends too, friends he’d trust with his life, friends who knew things about him that he’d never tell his parents, friends who he knew liked him separate from the Superboy thing.

But still, Damian was the one Jon thought about when something went wrong, or when he figured out a new way to use his powers and wanted to tell someone. He thought about Damian a lot, really.

Damian had added some new friends to his orbit too, and recently a boyfriend even. Which was so…cool. Jon was happy for him, Damian deserved to have something nice like that, and it was great to see him opening up to new possibilities and stuff. He even genuinely liked the guy, and they’d already gotten past the “almost killing each other because of a misunderstanding/supernatural problem” stage, AND saved each other's lives. Conrad was Jon’s friend too, and that was neat. 

He wasn’t jealous anymore. Not at all. That wouldn’t make sense. Damian was already his best friend, what else could he even want? The Sapphire crystal thing showed you what you loved, and obviously he'd love his best friend, that wasn't weird, and the moment where he wondered about there being more to that was just him being stupid and dramatic and immature.

So he floated over to where Damian was drawing at his desk, and rested his chin on his shoulder, hovering just enough to not put too much of his weight on it. Damian didn’t bother shaking him off, or even complaining, which was crazy considering how they’d started off. Over their three years of friendship, Damian had been getting warmer and more tolerant of affection, and was almost normal about it. Jon wanted to think that his consistent positivity had finally worn Damian down…but…he acknowledged that the recent shift probably had to do with Conrad and how he’d been dragging Damian out of his shell. It seemed so easy when he did it, and Jon couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t managed it himself...but it was good that it happened! He was happy about it!

Besides, there were probably more…”incentives” for him to listen to Conrad. Jon and Conrad were both kind of dorky, but Conrad had cool hair, and was sort of...pretty in a way Jon didn't see himself as being. His charisma was slightly different too, as were the things he was confident about. He might have been nervous about being a superhero, but he was a shameless, earnest flirt, and maybe Damian just appreciated the audacity. Maybe Jon was too laid-back.

Conrad was also the same age as Damian, and being a little younger than his buddy had never felt like a problem before, but now Jon was wondering if maybe Damian didn't take him as seriously as he thought he--

Damian sighed quietly. “Jon.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re grinding your teeth in my ear.”

“Oh! Sorry. You…you can hear that?”

“Everything about you is loud.”

Jon rolled his eyes and bumped the side of Damian’s head with his own. He finally actually processed what Damian had been sketching: It looked like a bunch of weapon designs. Swords and hammers and axes and stuff. “Whatcha working on?”

“You know how Conrad is a dumbass?”

“I refuse to be on record agreeing with that.”

“He’s terrible at thinking up new constructs quickly, but has a sharp memory, so I was thinking I’d give him some detailed designs for basic weapons when he gets home.”

Jon swallowed down a feeling that didn’t make sense. “Ah, that’s sweet of you.”

“It’s practical. Sentiment has nothing to do with it.”

“You’re allowed to like, admit that you like doing things for your boyfriend.”

Damian sucked his teeth. “If it’s obvious, why would I need to say it?”

Jon considered that for a minute. “I guess that’s fair. I like that hammer over there, third from the top.”

Jon heard Damian bite his cheek. “Oh, I don’t know if I’ll show him that one--”

“It’s two hands with their fingers all laced up, right? That’s cool, especially given Conrad’s whole deal.”

Two heartbeats that were slightly faster than normal were the only indications Jon got that Damian was a little embarrassed. “Well…yes, that was the idea.”

“You wanna hold his hand, huh?”

“Jon, get off of me.”

Jon wrapped his arms around Damian’s shoulders. “You miiiiiiss hiiiiim.”

“I will stab you in the eye with this pencil.”

“It’s normal to miss people you’re dating.”

“It hasn’t even been three weeks, I’m not so needy.”

“Oh yeah? I mean, would you even let me touch you this much if he was around? I’m basically just keeping a seat warm.” Jon winced as soon as he finished letting that disaster of a sentence dribble out of his mouth. He could feel his friend’s muscles tense.

Damian got up, gently pushing Jon off on him in the process. He turned to affix his sharp gaze on him, seeming confused and somewhat concerned.

Jon would have preferred him looking annoyed, actually.

“Jonathan…are you alright?”

Jon did his best to play it off. “Yeah, of course. I was just teasing you.”

Damian didn’t look convinced. “Well…if you’re sure--”

Jon flashed a smile and patted him on the shoulder. “Totally. I’m more worried about you though.”

“You’re trying to redirect me.”

“If you don’t let me, I’m going to hug you again.”

Damian sighed. “You people are so violent.”

Jon raised his eyebrows, and Damian smirked. “‘You people?’ What do you mean ‘you people?’”

“You know, the clingy ones that dress in blue and wear a symbol that is clearly an ‘S’ but they insist isn’t one, despite the fact that the House of Zod’s emblem is clearly a ‘Z’ so--”

“That’s a coincidence! If that’s how it worked, then our crest would look like an ‘E,’ we’re not the house of ‘Sel.’”

Damian looked defiantly up into Jon’s eyes. “I think an ‘E’ would look better. ”

Jon blew a freezing blast of air over him, and he gasped out a laugh as he tried to avoid it. “Hey! Stop that!”

Jon spent a moment chasing him around the room, before he ran out of breath. After, Damian was hugging himself and shivering, but still smiling. Jon crossed his arms. “That’s what you get, 'elf off the shelf'.”

“You’re such an asshole!”

“Me?!”

“I’m freezing! What if I die, hmm? What if I go into shock, and just die in front of you, and suddenly you’ve murdered ‘Damian Carlisle Wayne,’ and have to go to--hey!” Jon interrupted him with a bear hug that he was too sluggish from the cold to dodge in time.

Jon held him tight. “Yeah, yeah I’ll warm you up, crybaby.” He paused. “…’Carlisle?’”

Damian clearly sounded embarrassed this time. “Oh. Um. That’s…Conrad has this stupid running joke where he says my full name but adds a random middle name every time.”

Jon squeezed his eyes shut. “Ah, that’s pretty good. I think you’d be a Jerry.”

“You’re in biting distance.”

“So are you.”

“...Touché.” 

Jon focused really hard and vented just a little of his solar reserves. A teeny tiny bit, just to raise his temperature and warm Damian up faster. He was actually pretty proud at how much control he had over that now, the idea that he’d blow up by accident seemed ridiculous. Dumb stupid evil alternate timeline Tim. “That better?”

Damian growled under his breath. “...Yes.”

Jon giggled. “You sure you don’t wanna come over for dinner tonight? Kara and Dad are both back from their space things.”

Damian shook his head. “No, Duke and Cassandra want me to come with them to take Black Mask down, I need to be ready to go.”

Jon squeezed him a little tighter. “Oh. Well…it’s the summer, I can stay out a little later, especially cause I’m almost fourteen, so if you want I could maybe help?”

Damian shook his head. “I appreciate it, but that’s alright. It’s Duke, Cassandra and myself, frankly It’s already overkill.”

Jon bit his lip. “Ah, okay, well--”

“Besides, the way you start giggling sometimes when people shoot you kind of kills our mystique.” 

Jon scoffed. “It’s not my fault they don’t use big enough caliber bullets to do anything but tickle me. A 50. cal could almost kind of theoretically hurt.”

Damian snorted. “Uh-huh. Sorry chuckles, we're finally free of one clown, that doesn't mean we need anoth--ow! Stop! I thought we were both joking about the biting--Jon!”