#kon kent one shot

[nothesunisadeadlylazer]

Can y'all gimme some soft Timkon fics?

Like there little to no angst and Tim and Kon are just in love? Like they are just so in love and happy??

#one shots preferably but if you can convince me otherwise that'll be good #timkon #conner kent #kon el #tim drake #dc #listening to “My love mine all mine” with TimKon brain has changed me #I just want them to be in love #and grow old together #and them to be each other's world

[nibordereht]

The sky was getting dark

Summary:

After got engage, Tim and Kon steal a motorcycle.

The sky was getting dark (Tim Drake/Kon-El Conner Kent) by anyrobin in AO3

Tim inhales deeply the icy air that hits his bare face carelessly as he moves down the road clinging to the soft, cold leather jacket that wraps around the strong back of his companion, who drives the motorcycle they are riding.

On the back of the garment, which he holds tightly, there are large, carelessly embroidered white letters that are assiduously illuminated by the dazzling lights of vehicles overtaking on the side of the road, making the inscription "Ndivil" on the garment absolutely clear.

Tim smiles to himself as he notices the strange situation they find themselves in, as if they were the protagonists of a romantic movie, making their most wonderful utopias come true, escaping from the world to focus solely on their happiness, side by side. However, that's not their real situation, not even close. It's just him and his boyfriend doing a prank, the biggest one of all. The last one.

Hours earlier, they had parked their car in a passing tent on the way to the border, near the forests and mountains; they stopped halfway through their car trip with the intention of eating something to regain energy and unwind their legs.

"Then I'll have a tea, a medium latte with two sugars and the cream, and two servings of pancakes," the tall boy asked the cashier, with a smiling Tim clutching his arm, glad that his boyfriend ordered what he liked without the need to ask first.

They went together to a table away from the critical and prying eyes of families and truckers who stopped by to eat as well and sat facing each other to make the company less invasive and more enjoyable. Facing each other, they could chat more easily and would not miss any of the other's details.

"Thanks for this, Kon, it will do us good," Tim mentioned, playing with the ring on his ring finger.

Conner, who had just removed his leather jacket, smiled at him shaking out his own blackish hair, and then pointed to the ring on his finger.

"You don't have to be thankful, think of this as an early honeymoon. You needed to detach yourself from all the wedding preparations and so did I, plus your stupid business at Wayne Enterprises and the bats. The trip is for the greater good. I was desperate to get you away from all those hoarding vampires, though."

Tim nodded leaning back on the cushioning behind him and inhaled deeply, losing himself for a moment in the details of the varnished wood of the ceiling. The restaurant they were in was cozy, different from the cold or pompous places in the city; he liked the countryside, the sound of the wind beating in the groves and the wooden houses that looked like cabins. Conner, his fiancé (he loved how the word sounded on his lips), knew all that, so he was doing him the favor of getting him out of the city environment for a few days before continuing preparations for their wedding in less than a month. They were both tired of all the paperwork and organization, so they had run away without telling anyone and forgetting everything they still had to do. They knew they could be easily tracked, but at least they were trying.

Tim loved that about his boyfriend: his spontaneity. He felt that he could wake up one day feeling tired of the monotony of their lives and it would only take one look at Kon for him to understand how he felt and fly him away from it all to put it back together again.

He was fantastic, that's why he had not hesitated for a moment to say "I do" when he proposed to her; although in reality Conner had not even managed to formulate the proposal when Tim was already accepting. The detective saw a ring between his fingers and hadn't even had to think about it, to his luck he got the purpose of that ring right, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

"Do you think it will take us long to get there? I appreciate you agreeing to ride in your car and not just fly," asked Tim with the cup of latte in his hands. He inhaled the steam coming off of it and smiled taking a sip.

"Three more hours, maybe, it's a long trip."

"But it'll be worth it," he mused with the cup pressed to his lips. Kon smiled at him, enraptured by the tranquility Tim conveyed.

Sometimes his boyfriend was explosive and sizzling, but at other times (rare, really) he was the most passive being his eyes had ever seen and he adored that duality.

They finished their breakfast in complete quiet, deaf to the constant murmuring around them and the sound of cars parking on the other side of the wall. They paid the bill ready to end their little tryst once and for all and continue their journey to the cabin in the mountains that Tim had rented at the last minute the night before.

They walked out holding hands, sporting the gleaming pair of white gold rings on their intertwined fingers and with wide smiles on their faces that they were sure no one and nothing could erase from them.

However, after walking a few steps in the direction of where they had left the car parked, they realized something.

The vehicle was missing.

They looked at each other at the same time, puzzled because they both remembered having parked in that specific place, but there was definitely no car there. They began to scan every part of the parking lot, trying to remember exactly the path they had taken from the store to the car and back, hoping to find the whereabouts of the vehicle, but to no avail.

Their car had been stolen.

"Shit. Kon..." called Tim, tightening his grip on his hands.

"Yes?" he asked, swallowing saliva.

"Where are the car keys?"

Conner immediately patted his pockets, trying to make them jingle and thus find the object his boyfriend was asking for. He was absolutely sure that he had taken them out after parking and put them in his jacket, but no matter how hard he looked for them, he couldn't find them. He knew then, by chance, that he had left them inside the vehicle before leaving.

"They must have fallen into the seat when I got out of it to get out of the car," Conner lamented, smacking his forehead.

Tim remained undaunted and nodded slowly.

"Kon-El, Conner Kent..." he called again.

"Yes?" he repeated.

"I know we're not married yet," he said, "but I already want a divorce."

Conner had intended to laugh, but for a moment he questioned the falsity in his fiancé's words. Even though he would be angry if Tim lost the car in the middle of nowhere, it was no time to joke about it.

He looked around the parking lot again, fluctuating between his options to get out of the situation. They didn't have the car, nor its keys and much less all the belongings they had left inside it, so he didn't have many alternatives to get out of that situation, but he needed to fix the mess he had just got into, otherwise, he would have to resign himself to ruin his early honeymoon and maybe have to delay the wedding because of the loss of his car, which was not exactly second hand and even less a cheap one, since he had insisted that they pay for it themselves without any financing related to Wayne. It may not have been the latest model or anything exclusive, but it had cost him a lot of effort and years of work on the farm and saved allowances, as well as a lot of money. She'd acquired it so he could go on normal dates with his -now- fiancé and lost it in the blink of an eye. Idiot.

"And what are we supposed to do now? ", Tim said quietly and then let out a sigh. He wasn't angry, maybe annoyed, but mostly disappointed. He was looking forward to the trip and all his happiness had been interrupted in a matter of seconds.

Feeling even more pressured by the tone of voice in his partner's words, Kon grabbed him by the wrist on impulse (untwisting their joined hands) and pulled him towards him to start running in the direction of the opposite side of the parking lot.

"What are you doing?" questioned Tim with a frown.

"Just follow me. "

Tim allowed the opponent to continue dragging him to where a young man was parking his motorcycle, but what happened seconds later he could not have foreseen.

In one swift movement, Conner rammed the guy from the side, pushing him to the ground, and when he fell he snatched the keys of the vehicle which he held between his fingers. He did not hesitate before jumping on the motorcycle and dragging Tim with him to help him quickly climb on his back, making him hold on to his leather jacket tightly and then simply start the engine and start the motorcycle.

"Sorry, but it's an emergency," said Conner already behind the wheel of the vehicle, backing it up so he could get underway. "We'll get it back to you right away, I promise! "

"Are you crazy!", Tim exclaimed with his hands clutched tightly around his boyfriend's waist, straining not to choke on the air that was crashing against his face due to the speed with which his boyfriend was already moving down the road. "They're going to...!" he moaned. "They're going to take us to prison! I'll have to lock myself up in it! Why didn't you just fly?"

"I can't hear you!", Conner shouted without taking his eyes off the road. He was thankful that they were traveling on an uncrowded route and not having to watch out for hitting someone else while moving so fast, but he slowed down anyway after a couple of minutes when he made sure there was no way the guy they had just taken the bike from was chasing them or checking his features to file a report with the local police. "You were saying?"

Tim leaned his forehead against Conner's back and squeezed his eyes shut so that the air would stop making them sting, swallowed hard the little saliva accumulated in his mouth cavity and shook his head waiting for his boyfriend to feel it.

"Fuck the super audition- you're crazy, Kon!"

The named only laughed, more focused on getting through a curve. Tim squeezed his waist tightly, still fearful that something was going to happen to them.

"Let's get the one who stole from us!" jocularly shouted Conner. "We are the unstoppable duo!"

Tim wanted to hit him and yell back that they weren't in a movie and that they had gotten themselves into a gigantic mess by taking a stranger's motorcycle, but he didn't want to be the voice of conscience in that situation and tried hard to get used to the adrenaline sensation caused by crossing the road at a dangerous speed and without any protection. He would definitely not commit such a madness with anyone else but Conner, he was sure; so he would try to enjoy it for as long as it lasted, until they were caught or had no choice but to return without their car and face the consequences of their actions.

෴

A few hours have passed since they escaped from the restaurant on a motorcycle that doesn't belong to them and Tim has already gotten used to the speed, the cold and the strange situation they are in. He no longer feels the same fear as some time before and imagines what he is living as an experience that he will mention during his wedding ceremony as the greatest folly that Conner led him to commit... Or the most civil one.

He feels warm, satisfied, and even fulfilled with the feat they have accomplished. He no longer thinks about the consequences or the future (referring to their robbery), but is dedicated to living the adventure they are undertaking.

"It's useless," he hears Conner say as he slows the vehicle and leans over to park on the side of the road that is arranged as a lookout into the woods.

When Conner turns off the motorcycle and gets off it amid frustrated huffs, Tim mimics his actions, only he wears a painted-on grin he's not willing to wipe off for the world and hangs on the taller man's arm to get him to lift his head and stop shaking his hair angrily.

"It's not pointless, it's exciting," says Tim. "I like to have some extreme fun where we don't have to make sure no one gets hurt. Well, except the poor guy we took the bike from."

"But there's no sign of our car," Conner snorts, but Tim nudges him in the ribs and shrugs.

"Hey, stop worrying, okay? It's not your fault. Besides, we have a nice replacement bike now."

Conner lets out a dry laugh that makes Tim frown and separate from him. The optimistic demeanor the boy had at the beginning of his prank has completely disappeared as he didn't get the desired results, making Tim feel annoyed out of nowhere, because he was the one who had gotten them into that bigger mess than the initial problem, to begin with, and he doesn't like it when he behaves inconsistently. They had already started with that, now they had to finish it.

"Conner Kent, look at me," he demands.

"Timothy Drake, I'm looking at you," Conner replies with a weariness that he tries to disguise with jocularity. He tries to ignore the fact that Tim hasn't called him "Kon," which is typical of him when he starts to get angry.

"I don't want you to look like a punished child, do you hear me? We've been through this and we're going all the way," he declares solemnly. "We've been through worse, and I've put up with a lot more bullshit from you, so don't even think I'm going to let you put your head down over something as stupid as not finding a puny car in the middle of nowhere. I repeat, did you hear that right?"

Conner's face reddens from anger and embarrassment, for if he didn't look like a scolded child moments before, now Tim has left him looking like one, and it bothers him that he is behaving this way, as if assuming that he has already put his head down and plans to give up on his quest. He feels ridiculed and as if his boyfriend has lost hope in him.

"I heard right," he states, with a frown. "I don't need you to tell me things over and over again, I'm not a child, Tim!"

Tim purses his lips, self-conscious at his fiancé's response. He himself had not expected to hear himself like this, his intention was not to come across as squeamish or paternal, he just wanted to raise his spirit, but apparently, his words had backfired.

"Maybe Clark was right and it's too soon to get married? ", muses Conner suddenly, turning around and walking to the railing of the unusual gazebo. He wants to lose himself for a while watching the endless trees, but the sound of Tim approaching from behind prevents him. He knows his comment was over the line, but the frustration of the situation comes crashing down on him and out of nowhere all his worries are weighing on his shoulders.

"Why are you bringing it up now?" asks Tim with a clear tone of indignation in his voice.

Such an adventure, with both of them escaping on a stolen motorcycle in search of something they can hardly find, shortly after getting married and after feeling like the kings of the world, should serve to strengthen their relationship, to reaffirm their feelings for each other? However, suddenly, doubts invade Conner and make Tim tremble, because there is the possibility that this prank only made his boyfriend realize that he did not want to do dangerous deeds with him, that he would not want him in the bad things too; that he did not want to marry him.

"Forget it."

"No, Conner, tell me why."

Conner sighs and turns to look at it, leaning on the railing and with the lights of some passing cars being his only illumination, besides the moon that begins to be seen in the still clear firmament.

"Look at us, honey, we're still young and irresponsible... We take a bike and run around as if we were a couple of kids with no conscience of our actions. A step as big as getting married.... Maybe we are not ready yet. "

Tim angered, clenches the ring tightly in his hand and angrily denies it.

"Speak for yourself, because I am," states Tim. "We've been through horrible things, fought worse battles. I lost you once, Conner! So now what, you're going to use age as an excuse? We're grown-ups now, Conner! My parents got married at seventeen and didn't stop to think about their ages because they were sure they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. They were sure of their love, aren't you sure of ours, Conner?"

Conner clenches his fists and looks at the certainty in his boyfriend's eyes. Tim comes across as convinced of everything he says, no hesitation of any kind and no trace of doubt; it makes him feel embarrassed and foolish. An idiot for even mentioning the idea of postponing their wedding. He had just gotten angry because he felt he was treated like a coward, yet now he does act like one.

He is sure that he loves Tim, has no doubt that he wants to give the rest of his life to him, and yet he made such a foolish comment. Conner was convinced when he bought the pair of engagement rings they both wear on their ring fingers, and he finds no reason not to be convinced then too, because when he sees Tim he knows there is no one else in the world for him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's not like that, I love you. I got carried away. "

"I love you too, Kon," Tim declares, relaxing his shoulders; "but we can't always be arguing about things like this. Don't mention doubts you don't have or you'll create misunderstandings that can ruin everything, okay? And don't take it as a scolding, take it as a suggestion."

Conner nods and smiles stretching his arm towards his boyfriend, when Tim takes it, he pulls him to his chest to hug him tenderly. Tim tries to hide his own smile, but holds his arms lovingly around his chest anyway.

"Oh, and about the age thing    We're nowhere near thirty, insecure baby, no kidding. Seven years of dating hasn't been enough for you?" "I'm never satisfied if it's about you, T. I want it all from you, love."

"That's so cliché," Tim says feigning a retch. "Sometimes I get sick of your cheesy comments."

"Oh, yeah?" Tim nods. "Well, as long as we're being honest... I don't like the yellow shirt you bought for me, I'll look like a duckling at the altar!"

The shorter one jumps up in surprise and immediately separates from his boyfriend, looking indignant in front of him.

"You can't complain! You bought a white suit for me and I didn't refuse, now you quietly dress up as a duckling!"

"But it's different! ", Conner appeals. "Have you seen yourself in white? It's not because I want to accomplish something stupid like you playing the bride in your equivalent of a dress that color, but it's just that in white you look."

"Wow?" Conner nods with a smile and he smiles too. "I always look wow, Kon. It's part of my nature."

They both laugh together until the sky begins to darken. Neither of them has noticed, but the day has almost completely passed (not yet approaching the night) and they continue chatting as if nothing had happened until Conner gets ready to walk to the motorcycle again and return to his last stop to assume the consequences of taking someone else's vehicle without permission and return empty-handed -without his car. The only motivation he has left to return is that he knows he will do it with his boyfriend holding his hand and receiving the penalty with him, because this adventure belongs to both of them, and they will both get to the end of it.

Tim watches his boyfriend approach the motorcycle and his eyes suddenly lose sight of the inscription on his jacket as it is suddenly illuminated by the headlights of a speeding car.

"Kon?"

"What's up?" asks Conner already on the bike.

"What does Ndivil mean?"

Tim recalls, then, his freshman year in college when he and Conner had decided to start attending together in San Francisco in certain quiet times, when he would hear talk in the hallways about a sophomore "Ndivil"- so-called because of the embroidery on his jacket, a new design for his civilian version that Tim never asked about - who was described as haughty and bold, someone manly and tough looking, but also funny and charming to those who suited him...The typical bad boy stereotype that made a girl or two drool in the movies. Although of course, Tim had not taken long to show how in love they were and disprove all that, because his Kon was not arrogant or daring, yes charming and funny, but above all affectionate and even shy and awkward. He was six feet and so much of pure sweetness that Tim had managed to hoard just for him.

"Ah, that," he says, smiling. "It's Kryptonian. It has several meanings like any name, but I like it for one in particular: 'he who shines'; isn't that cool? "

Tim gives a disappointed pout, as he was hoping to find an interesting story behind it all. Some amusing anecdote or something much more profound and far-fetched than a simple search for meanings on the internet.

Without answering him, Tim climbs up behind Conner and hooks his arms around the taller man's waist, leaning on his back to wait for him to depart.

Conner starts the engine, but before he even makes a move, he decides to speak:

"Tim."

"What is it?"

"Do you know why I no longer introduce myself as Ndivil?"

Tim raises his head from his hiding place and looks at the back of his opponent's head as if he could give him understanding that he is listening to him, but Conner doesn't catch his signal and instead waits a few seconds before speaking again.

"For when I'm with you, the only one who shines out of the two of us is you. "

Tim smiles, touched by the cheesy words of his boyfriend, who never fails to speed up his heartbeat and make him feel moved. Anyway, it doesn't take him long to give him a push, making the bike wobble, and let out a giggle.

"Don't be silly, Kon," he muses settling back in. "When we're together we both glow. "

"I guess you're right," Conner agrees with a smile and starts the motorcycle, moving along the same road they had been riding hours before.

Now, Tim again inhales deeply the cold air that blows against his face as he moves along the road holding on to Conner's jacket; he no longer takes the time to analyze the embroidery on it and instead, he is with his eyes closed recapitulating every second of the day he had spent walking the streets clinging to the back of his partner's back. This time he is not getting carried away with the feeling of living a romantic movie, because he is convinced that his life together with Conner is better than any good movie cliché, and he has just repeated to himself that in reality that would not be his last prank, since Kon and he have a whole life ahead of them to keep making mistakes together, but he is sure that each one of them will be as unforgettable an experience as having stolen a motorcycle in the middle of their anticipated honeymoon.

Tim is about to start dozing off, leaning against his boyfriend's warm back, when under the darkening sky and with the moon slowly beginning to creep in-he spots a familiar gray car ahead. His car.

"Kon, stop!"

By the time night falls completely, neither of them is still on the road; neither of them nor the vehicle that belonged to them. Instead, on the side of the road, the motorcycle that accompanied them throughout their impromptu adventure is parked, with its keys hidden behind the front wheel and a makeshift sign on it with "Thanks for the favor" written on it.

And when the sun rises again, they are already sharing a bed in the cabin they had prepared, laughing at their mischief and kissing slowly until they lose track of time again and continue to give each other their love. Both ready to seal before all those feelings the following month through a simple word:

"I do."

#timkon #kontim #tim drake #conner kent #kon el kent #fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #one shot #fanfiction #robin #superboy #superboy and robin #red robin #dc robin #fluff

[redhead-batgal]

Type: One-Shot (possibly more)

Pairing: Regency! Reader x Regency! Kon Kent

AU: Regency

Word Count: 2,625

Content: regency terms, flashback, fluff and some kind of angst

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Some of the most damaging things in this life have to deal with our emotions, what we can control and what we can’t. Things that are completely and totally out of our own control, tend to be the things that ruin us, completely and utterly shatter us.

And something about the way that shattering somehow hurts and is so addictive at the same time can drive many insane. How your heart splitting and your soul crying can co-exist with the need for more, more of it, the thing that almost destroyed you, yet you couldn’t help but crave more.

More of the pain and more of the love you were feeling as your world became nothing more than dust and ash around you. Because after all, you got to feel it again, one last time before you’d never get to feel it again.

In the end, love was a poison, drug- a death sentence and a savior all the same. Because it could build you up and break you down. Love hurts as much as it helps. Because after everything is over, you only get to love once… right?

While it was a bit unusual for ladies to be friends with gentlemen, it did not stop you from befriending two of the most popular gentlemen of the seasons… well at least you had befriended one of them before the last season began, it allowed you to have a genuine friendship despite dozens of other ladies they could have been courting. 

But now that you were an adult officially, now that you were eligible for marriage they might go running.  After all they were only your friends because you weren’t eligible right? Now that their previously younger ineligible friend was eligible, did that mean they were going to abandon you and start courting girls they were romantically interested in?

After all, your mother said it was what was going to happen. They saw the unladylike you and could never see you as a possible bride or wife. You were a friend… a little sister, nothing more and it stung.

Stung deeply as the feelings that were brewing in you grew stronger. The letters you shared with the two always made you feel giddy. Timothy was your childhood friend; the older brother you wished you had had. He made you laugh and smile and made you feel safe.

But his best friend… your friend Kon… your heart yearns for something more. Something beyond friendship and something that was so inconceivable considering how you acted.

So, to protect yourself-your family and… and your heart you began to avoid them. Rarely replying to letters with bland responses and lies. You didn’t join them at the parties their families invited you too in the freezing months before the season.

Trapped in your home with your mother's rules and lessons nearly suffocated you but she was right. Gentlemen would never want to marry a girl like you, they want ladies, and you couldn’t become a spinster… it would ruin your family, it would destroy you. You couldn’t. So, you let her lessons become actual lessons rather than mumblings you tuned out.

So, when spring came, when the earth was warmed by the sun and vibrant buds bloomed with petals of various colors you begged to go out. Your mother was distracted with planning party after party and event after event with other mothers and you were able to slip out with just your maid as an escort.

The park gardens were colorful and fresh, making the brilliant blue skies pop as the lush green bushes holding delicate flowers painted the grounds. You loved the gardens; they were usually empty and so pretty. Trees lined pathways creating shadows for you to play in, relishing those few moments you had left to act like a girl before the season started and you officially became a lady.

“My lady,” Your maid began scurrying after you as you hopped from shadow to shadow, “Please take your parasol, the mistress would be so upset if all the months inside went to waste, and your cheeks were flushed with the freckles.”

You paused, sighing for a moment before turning back towards her with a half-smile on your face. The brim of your hat hanging low to cover your sagging brows but not to hide your eyes.

“Fine, fine. I will use the parasol… though I still believe it’s better as a weapon than a sun shield.”

Your maid laughed and you began walking towards her to retrieve the parasol when you noticed two gentlemen quite a way behind you. You paused as your maid passed the parasol into your hand watching them. It took you barely a moment to recognize the loosened cravat around one of their necks and the red and yellow edge cravat around the other one.

Intaking sharply, you spun around, and your maid blinked. Forcing a smile on your face you quickly popped the parasol and hid yourself behind it. They couldn’t see you or they’d want to talk, and you couldn’t talk.

Continuing to move down the path though more normally now and a tad slower you kept the parasol blocking anyone passing’s view. They probably didn’t notice you, you were fine, how could they? In this dress and hat you were practically unrecognizable from that far away. You took in a breath though, when the sound of fast footsteps echoed in your ears. You almost stopped when you saw a small child-a little girl in a colored dress racing by you.

A smile sprung to your face, and you let out the sigh of relief… just a moment too soon.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Lady Y/N L/N.” A startling familiar voice echoed into your ears.

It reminded you of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of ink and parchment-it reminded you of a meeting that had happened barely a year before.

The library reeked of firewood, and you were basking in it. Timothy Drake-Wayne sat in a seat across from you flipping through a sketch book of yours. He would hum and smile before flipping the page. You knew it was because he was noticing the detailed drawings you had done of the most peculiar scenes. His siblings mid-fight, one of his brothers falling from a tree, another getting yelled at by a lady, yet another hiding on the roof a book in hand and yet another perched on a hill scribbling in a notebook so eerily familiar to your own. And finally, an image of him flying in his family lake.

“These are stunning, Y/N.” He remarked softly and you smiled, pulling your knees to your chest.

You were in your nightgown, your dressing gown hanging limply off of your shoulders, squished in a chair right next to the fireplace. Outside snow softly fell signally the last of winter before spring came. This would be considered one of the first of the season's events, you knew it was supposed to be an honor your family was hosting it but honestly being locked away upstairs while music and laughter and the smell of delicious food drifted up you got bored and frustrated quickly.

Hiding in the library you worked on one of your most recent sketches, an image of Tim’s sisters spinning around in lavish ball gowns with each other. You had been present for a brief moment of dance lessons and envied them.

However, hearing the door creak open and laughter and music slip into the room only to see your childhood friend scramble in, confused you. You gave him a look and tilted your head before blinking.

“Crazy mamas?” You asked and he nodded.

You smiled and gestured to the seat across from you. Not long later, Tim sat your sketchbook in hand examining all of your sketches.

“I was thinking,” You began capturing his attention, “of doing one of all of you for Al-Mr. Alfred’s birthday. Do you think he’d appreciate it?”

Tim nodded before closing your book and reaching over to hand it back to you.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea Y/N.”

Your fingers had just closed around the book when you heard the door swing open and a slight snarl entered the room. You blinked and Tim sighed, causing you to look at him. Pulling your book against your chest you fidgeted, moving your dressing gown around so nothing really showed.

“Tim!” A voice bellowed “Tim you traitor! Where are you?” You took a breath and suddenly a young man appeared in the tiny hallway. He pointed at Tim, his blue eyes shining as he bounced towards him.

“So, this is where you were hiding, you traitorous bastard!”

You blinked and the man hopped over so he was laying across the seat next to Tim. He looked strange; he was wearing a fine suit, but it was disheveled. His cravat loose and sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his jacket was nowhere in sight, and you blinked. He looked familiar, maybe it was the dark hair or the eyes you didn’t know. However, he was being rude, and he did just throw himself onto your chair.

“Timothy,” you began, causing the man to finally look at you, “my dear friend I hadn’t any idea you were… how did he put it? Oh yes, a bastard. I’m startled to discover this! After many many years of friendship, I was unaware! Were you ever going to enlighten me of this-this drastic matter?”

Tim blinked and you raised an eyebrow at him almost smiling and he cracked. Snorts and chortles escaped from him as he bent over trying his hardest to muffle the sound. The man looked at you and looked you over with a smile on his face.

“And who are you, my lady? I do not believe we’ve been introduced.” Tim snorted some more before swatting at his friend, “Leave her alone Kon, she doesn’t want to know you.”

‘Kon’ looked at your eyes glimmering with something as his smile grew, "I do believe that is up to her to decide. Is it not my lady?”

“It’s just Y/N,” You said, “I’m not technically a lady till next season I’m afraid.”

Kon leaned forwards looking you over again and you raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why in all of the ton is Timothy hiding here with you?”

You blinked coming back into the present as Kon’s sly smile burned into your mind sending your heart racing.

Looking to your sides you found the two of them flanking you. Kon and Tim- no no. Mr. Kent and Mr. Drake-Wayne. Your mother’s eight months of lessons would not go to waste in less than five seconds. 

You tried a polite smile; you had spent hours practicing to be just right. Not too wide but also not too closed. Not too sweet but not too cold. Not too inviting but also not a frown.

Those hours, days… months of training were supposed to help prepare you to mingle and be ready to be married. However, the mere thought of forgetting everything and making a fool of yourself and your family sent your breath skittering. Because of this your nerves ran hotter in your veins then your blood did.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Kent.”  You nodded slightly as you pulled your parasol closer to you and took a step away from them.

He was far too close... To close because you wanted him that close. To see his smile and hear his laugh. To just be around him… it was certainly not lady-like and certainly not proper!

“Mr. What and what? I do beg your pardon Y/N since when did we get so distant that you started addressing us formally?” Kon asked, leaning in towards you.

Your cheeks heated and you closed your eyes for just a moment as your mother's words echoed into your ears over and over again.

Proper ladies refer to gentlemen by their formal names, not their christen ones. Proper ladies do not have friendships with gentlemen they have courtships, proper ladies-

“Leave her alone Kon, she’s just being polite.” Tim remarked, shooting a slight glare at Kon, “How are you doing Miss. L/N?”

Taking in a breath you smiled and turned towards Tim acknowledging him as more of your mother's rules blared in your mind. Proper ladies do not civilize with improper men, proper ladies only reply to men who are proper in return, proper ladies are quiet, proper ladies only interact with men who are possible suitors…Where was that damned maid you brought along as an escort? Wasn’t she supposed to be stepping in, in a situation like this?

“I have been doing fine, thank you for asking Mr. Drake-Wayne. How have you been?”

Tim blinked in surprise as if what you said shocked him… which it might have. There may or may not have been a running joke in which the two of you would pretend to be “higher class” and greet each other as such. Years of familiarity and afternoons of playing royalty drilled this joke in further. Kon however, was not surprised, just frustrated.

“Y/N, stop acting so snobby. You aren’t like this.”

Something alit in your chest, while he wasn’t entirely wrong, it annoyed you to think he had any say in who you were… or who he thought you were. Your heart may care for him, but he had no idea what you had been doing these past months. He didn’t know you… he didn’t! Turning towards him you smiled bitterly and leaned in.

“Who says you have an idea who I am? We just became friends last year after all.”

Kon suddenly had a smirk on his face, and he leaned in towards you, much to Tim’s protest, so close that your noses were nearly touching. Looking his face over you saw the clear mask begin to fade.

“Why because, my dear Y/N, you are my most precious ruby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as a faint memory brush to the front of your mind. You pushed it back and sighed, shaking your head. Causing a look of confusion to fold across Kon’s face. There was a retort, a brilliantly witty one that could get Kon back and still make you seem refined.

“How unfortunate you said that.”

Stepping away from him with something burning in your chest you tried your hardest to focus on something else. Hoping that Kon or even Tim would question your reaction. You burned to use the retort to sound so classy and dignified and so fierce.

“And” Kon began, much to your relief, “why is that?”

Smiling, you took a step forward reaching towards his loosened cravat. Fingers pulling up, you looked in his eyes smiling.

“Because to another man, I’d be considered a diamond.”

Tim suddenly burst into a coughing fit, and you caught his eye. Only to see him trying his hardest to force back a smile that had begun on his face. Meanwhile Kon stood in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks… well you must have been imagining something because his cheeks appeared to be pink. A light flush clear, Kon blinked visibly swallowing before you gave Tim a slight curtsy and turned to leave. Head raised high, your heart racing even faster in your chest, you caught your maid’s eye.

The two of you began to walk away when you paused and turned back, tilting your parasol just enough they could see your face and you could still see Kon’s astonished one.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Drake-Wayne… oh and you too Mr. Kent.”

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[freedvmrouge]

KNITTING AND SEWING.

fandom: dc comics.

character(s): kon el/conner kent.

word count: 530.

tags & warnings: pov kon el, college au-ish.

summary: kon is trying to catch up on his college projects when he gets a notification of martha's upcoming birthday and shifts focus.

masterlist.

a/n: i've had this hc where kon is a fashion design major, so i couldn't not write it for this prompt.

Kon pulls a thread through the needle and silently cheers. He slides onto the floor as if that'll make him concentrate better. He has two other sewing projects to do for different classes and he needed to start this one yesterday. The deadline is in two weeks and he's only just begun making his designs into reality.

As much as he would like to blame the delays on his side gig as an international superhero and a very active Young Justice member, he really did forget about these assignments.

Out of sight, out of mind. 

He sighs as he goes through the routine motions. Even though he can technically move faster and get these done sooner, he's still experiencing every millisecond. The design process was a lot more enjoyable, he laments.

Just before he finishes sewing his first design, his phone goes off. What he initially assumes is a call turns out to be a calendar reminder. Where were you when I needed assignment reminders? Kon groans as he clicks on the notification.

Martha's birthday is in three days.

"Ah, shit." Kon throws his head back onto the couch cushions. "I didn't get anything. What do I get her? Did Clark already get something? He probably has." He whines into the empty space. The only witness to his moaning and complaints is his own supplies.

His head swirls for ideas. He has half a mind to abandon his existing sewing projects now that he has something more immediate to attend to. He has plenty of time... right?

Kon floats above the couch and looks over the entire room. He lazily skims through one of his many sketchbooks. Maybe he can design something for Martha? Should he go for something practical or something for fun? It can't be something too fancy. Even though that'd be a lot more fun to think about, it'd also be a lot more complicated to complete in time.

Scrolling through Pinterest, he finds all sorts of gift ideas. He saves plenty of pins to boards associated with different people in his life. Wait.

He already has a Pinterest board for Martha. Kon sits up and rushes to find it, looking through the pins with excitement. "Shoes? Too difficult. I could paint a base, though. Maybe."

By the time he's gotten to the end of the board, he's got several ideas and none that stand out from the others. He groans, locking his phone and leaving it face down on his chest. There's got to be something he can make within three days. Hopefully, nothing too crazy happens in the world in the meantime either.

The door opens suddenly, and in the quiet, it sounds like an explosion of noise. Kon's eyes snap open and finds Cassie coming in with a knitted scarf and hat. Cassie ignores him, taking one look at the mess Kon's made on the floor and walks past.

Kon's eyes follow her or rather follow her clothing pieces. He could knit Martha a sweater, something better than the name brands, surely. It'll be pretty inexpensive, too.

Clasping his hands together, he floats back down and grabs his kit. Time to get to work.

#gen prompt bingo #gen prompt bingo round 25 #bingo fill #writing challenge #kon el #conner kent #superboy #kon el fanfic #kon el oneshot #kon el one shot #dc comics #dc fandom #dc fanfiction

[prettysuper]

@reddrakebird:

If there was one thing Conner Kent could put his mind to - it was sulking. If there was a world record for the number of days spent wallowing in self-pity, Kon was fairly certain he could win it outright out of sheer stubbornness. During the disaster in Metropolis, Kon had spent the entire day rescuing people from the destruction of his own rage manifested. Finally, Kal had placed his hand on his back and told him to go home. But where was home? Kon didn't know anymore. He was starting to doubt everything all over again. Hurt tugged at his heartstrings like a grappling claw from an arcade machine. Humiliation crawled up the back of his throat. Stupid boy. He spent the next several days on the moon, wanting to isolate himself from everything and everyone, lost in self-deprecating thoughts. But there it was safe to kick at the dust, pull off his shades and just yell; eyes heating up as he shot heat-vision far off into space. Screaming where nobody could hear you. It was ugly. It was lonely. But most of all it was cathartic. Memories replayed in his head; those blue saddened eyes haunting him 384,400 km away. Eventually, he had to go back to the farm. Ma would worry about him. Ma worried about everyone. And sooner or later, Krypto would track him down and then he'd have to deal with talking to Kal about his feelings. Hard pass. Kon eventually headed down to the Kent farm, spending lunch with Ma reassuring her that he'd be fine - just on a mission with his friends. It was a white lie, and one he wasn't sure she entirely bought but she didn't probe further and he appreciated that. Eventually, he got out his phone to check on Bart. That's when the number of missed calls and messages hit him; a perfect twenty. How very like Tim. His stomach wavered as he clicked on the notification, scrolling up to read from the top. At first his eyes rolled, breath hardened as Tim asked if he was okay, then a few messages later if he wanted to talk. But the more he scrolled, the more he felt his chest tighten until eventually he crumbled and messaged the other man a simple, short text back. He busied himself helping out the farm with iits chores the rest of that afternoon before heading inside to grab a shower in he early evening. Taking the time to wash the grime off his skin, Kon got out (this time with a towel wrapped around his waist), heading to Kal's old room, which had temporarily become his when the Kents unofficially adopted him. He pulled out a fresh costume and grabbed his jacket, fixing his hair in the mirror, before doing up his boots and belt and sticking his shades securely onto his face. He got to the studio in Bludhaven deliberately a minute late just to keep Tim sweating. Hovering outside Timothy's window, Kon tapped a rare and gentle knock on the glass as he floated in the air outside, waiting for permission to come in. In his other hand, he held a small box of glazed doughnuts, picked up on the way there.

He waited for Timothy to open it, before passing him the box and slipping inside, careful not to bang his head on the window frame.

"Hey." He mumbled awkwardly; no hint of anger or malice left in his voice. He'd already exhausted that harshly into space. His face saddened at the visible darkened circles underneath the smaller man's eyes and the sunken in cheeks beneath them. "Long week, no sleep huh?"

#[ interaction: red robin ] #reddrakebird #[ main verse:// second star to the right & straight on till morning ✨]

[mamawasatesttube]

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.” with timkon maybe :) the sillies

The Batcave is draftier than Tim remembers it being.

He’s gotten used to his setup in his apartment building’s basement, and it’s a couple of degrees warmer over there. Probably because of the giant computer sans an entire cave to heat up.

Oh, well. That’s what capes are for. Particularly the ones made of blankets. And also thick, fuzzy socks. And fluffy pajamas stolen from Dick’s drawer (it’s not like he’s touched it in ages, since he’s off in New York, but Tim still hopes he’ll notice the theft and be indignant about it eventually).

Cold water drips from his hair onto the back of his neck, and he shivers. Scowls at the keyboard in front of him. He took such a nice, hot shower immediately after Kon got him back—getting tossed into the harbor in midwinter sucks—but the draftiness down here doesn’t care.

“Thanks for the tea, Alfred,” Kon says, somewhere behind him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get the dishes? I really don’t mind—“

“Certainly not, young Mister Kent.” Alfred sounds almost fond. Kon’s got Ma Kent’s country manners drilled into his head; Tim has to admit it’s pretty cute. “You are a guest in this house. It would hardly be proper. Besides which, you’ve already helped me plenty by ensuring I don’t need to dig any bullets out of Master Timothy tonight.”

Tim resents that. He wasn’t in any danger of getting shot—okay, no more than usual, anyways. He was a lot more in danger from the guys who managed to chain a cinder block to his ankle and then threw him off a boat. However, since he’s a paragon of maturity and not an insufferable pedant, he elects to finish typing up his stupid mission summary while it’s still fresh in his mind, instead of arguing.

And then, the strangest thing happens:

Alfred squawks.

There’s a clatter of porcelain and a whoosh of air, and Tim whips around just in time to see Kon, holding Alfred’s tea tray in one hand, catch Krypto by the cape with the other.

“Dude!” Kon scolds. Krypto’s tail wags a mile a minute. “You can’t just do that outside the house! What is wrong with you? Oh, man, Mr. Alfred, I’m so sorry, he’s never done that to anyone but Pa before—”

…What did Krypto do?

Alfred scrubs the back of his neck with a daintily-folded pocket handkerchief, his face is filled with disgust. He examines the handkerchief, mustache quivering with indignance, and then sighs. “I do hope this is just regular slobber and not some sort of super-related variant."

Krypto barks once, excited, and prances in a circle around Kon’s hips, wrapping his cape around Kon until Kon sighs and lets go.

Tim—

Tim wheezes.

Krypto just silently snuck up and licked the back of Alfred’s neck?! And—and he used to do that to Pa Kent? Does he just have a thing for licking old guys on the neck or something? Or is he replacing one old guy with another, now that Pa’s dead? And he’s so pleased with himself now, sitting back on his haunches in midair like he expects a treat!

Tim laughs so hard his stomach hurts. Every time he thinks he’s gotten ahold of himself again, his mind just flashes back to the look of utter revulsion on Alfred’s face, and he loses it all over again.

By the time he catches his breath, Alfred has vanished, tray and all. He’s probably upstairs muttering derogatory things about dogs. Kon and Krypto, however, are still here; Krypto’s inspecting the crumbs on the floor where Alfred nearly dropped the tea tray, and Kon…

Kon is staring, the tenderest smile Tim has ever seen on his lips.

Oh. Um. Tim’s cheeks heat. “…What?” he huffs, folding his arms over his chest. “That was funny, okay!”

“Oh, yeah, no, I’m not disputing that,” Kon says absently. He’s still looking at Tim with that soft, adoring smile. “You just, uh… you haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

What.

Tim opens his mouth. Closes it again. Looks away, face burning. “Oh, come on. I’m sure I’ve laughed recently. Pretty sure I laughed after you fished me out of the harbor.”

“Yeah, but that was all, like, sarcastic and ‘ooh, look, I’m making jokes because I nearly just drowned in the smelliest harbor on the planet’, not ‘cuz anything was actually funny.”

Kon closes the distance between them and rests a hand fondly atop Tim’s head. His smile fades, slightly, and his hand slides down to cup Tim’s chin, tipping his face up. Blushing or not, Tim meets his gaze and holds it steadily, raising an eyebrow.

Kon just tilts his head ever so slightly, the same way Krypto does. He looks a little contemplative. That’s new; he never used to be nearly this introspective before. Dying and getting resurrected probably does something to a guy’s psyche, Tim supposes, but he wouldn’t know.

And then Kon asks, “Rob… Have you actuallylaughed at anything since I died?”

He may as well have just sucker-punched Tim in the gut. All the breath whooshes right out of Tim’s lungs. “I… I’m sure I have. I must have,” he says, and frowns. He can’t really think of anything that made him feel particularly light in the past year and then some, but… just because he can’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Statistically, he had to have laughed properly at something, right?

Kon lets go of his chin to ruffle his hair. “Man,” he says, and sighs, dropping onto an invisible chair at Tim’s side. He’s close enough that their thighs press together; Kon’s a solid line of warmth against Tim’s body. He tosses his feet up onto an invisible footrest and folds his arms behind his head, leaning back. “You nearly done with whatever you needed to do here?”

“Nearly,” Tim says, glancing at the screen. “I think that’s enough details for anyone trying to pick up the smuggling case to use, if they wanna do something before I get to it, I guess.” Though he doubts anyone will. They’ve got their own cases to work on. He’ll get the weapons smugglers next time; they got lucky this time, that’s all.

“Cool.” Kon glances over to Krypto. Tim follows his gaze; Krypto’s inspecting the dinosaur now, floating up near one of its eyes. “Krypto, be careful with that!”

Krypto wags his tail in acknowledgment.

“I hope he doesn’t try to eat it,” Kon sighs. “He got ahold of a T-Rex bone this one time we went back in time—long story, it was that thing with Lori’s mom I called you about a few weeks back. But I just hope Krypto didn’t, like, acquire a taste for ‘em.”

Tim snorts. He hits save, then lets his head fall against Kon’s shoulder. “Would be kinda funny if he did, though.”

Kon snorts, too, draping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. Even through his sweatshirt and the thin blanket he’s using as a cape, Kon’s warmth radiates gently against his skin. The weight of his arm is… nice.

“Would be kinda funny,” Kon agrees, sighing fondly. “Anyways, you done with that thing?”

“Yeah.” Tim hums. “If you wanna go back to my place, we could do that, or if you’re busy, that’s chill, so…”

“Oh, actually, I’m kidnapping you,” Kon says breezily, and just like that, the familiar net of his TTK wraps around Tim’s body and scoops him up. “I’ve decided you need to laugh at something dumb some more, so we’re gonna go back to the farm and watch this one really weird anime about the composers that Bart showed me last week. Krypto! Come!”

What. “I didn’t even pack anything. Do I get a say in this?” Tim asks. Kon’s already heading for the exit with him in his arms, so he gets the feeling that he’s already got his answer, but still.

“No.” Kon grins. “Didn’t you hear me? I said this is a kidnapping. You’re already in PJs, and you can just borrow something to wear tomorrow. We got spare toiletries at the house. So it’s chill.”

Tim rolls his eyes. But, as they emerge outside under the starry night sky, he finds that he doesn’t really mind.

#timkon #lemonlimestar #woops this kinda got long. into that awkward length i hate (between 800-1.5k) skjdf #BUT. fun fact my dog did that to my dad once #obviously not by flying but like hes a big dog he just walked up behind where my dad was sitting #and i immediately was like. who is the funniest person for krypto to do that to and i think its alfred #tim #kon #alfred #krypto

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @my-perfect-storybook-love; the one where Kon is in the wrong Gotham, and so are a whole heck of a lot of other people.

The aid workers and Mallory’s parents come to an agreement, and they all come back for the Mallorys, who throw themselves at this reality’s version of their parents and cling to them. Their dad scoops them both up, and their mom puts her hands on the local Mallory’s shoulders. 

“Thank you,” their mom says to Kon, who doesn’t really know how to answer her. 

“No big,” he says. “I like kids.” 

He does not, actually. He doesn’t dislike them, they’re fine; he just doesn’t love them or anything. But he definitely, definitely knows how it feels being a stranger wearing someone else’s face and brand-new to a huge and intimidating world that you don’t know jack shit about. 

And he’s still a Super, wrong reality or not. Still can’t let people in need down, if there’s something he can do for them. 

The Mallorys and their parents go to check in properly, and one of the aid workers spares Kon a grateful smile and starts to open her mouth to say something, and then gets interrupted by a van pulling up to the parking lot a few yards away. 

That wouldn’t actually be an interruption, if not for the refugees being let out of it. 

Kon never knew Jon Kent when he was ten, but he’s seen pictures. He looks nervous and afraid, unlike all the photos of him grinning on Ma and Pa’s mantel and walls and in Clark and Lois’s apartment, and unlike the determined expression in the action shots the newspapers published a few times, but he’s still unmistakeable. 

And also, the kid takes one look at himand bolts right for him. 

“DAD!” Jon cries, and throws himself at him and his arms around his waist with definitely Kryptonian strength. Fuck, Kon thinks as he reflexively grabs onto the kid, and curses every single idiot at Cadmus who decided he had to look exactly like Clark. 

Then again, he guesses it’s better than looking like Lex, so never mind. 

Apparently this Jon is not from a reality with a Conner Kent in it, though, and now he’s got to explain himself to the kid without blowing Superman’s secret identity in the middle of a fucking interdimensional refugee camp, so fuck his life. 

“Sorry,” Jon mutters, flinching back. “Sorry, I know you’re not. I didn’t mean to–to call you–”

Thank fuck, Kon thinks in relief, then immediately switches into work-mode and scoops him up into his arms, stroking a hand down his back reassuringly. Okay, the kid does know him, then, he was just freaking out a bit. Kon doesn’t blame him. He is also freaking out a bit, personally.

Or more than a bit, maybe. 

“You’re okay, kiddo, I’ve got you,” he promises. “Are you hurt or anything?” 

Jon blinks twice, then just bursts into tears and clings to him, burying his face in his shoulder and shaking with sobs, and Kon immediately and instantly swears himself to full custody of his interdimensional . . . nephew, or whatever Jon technically is. Whatever, this kid is his kid until further notice. Who else is gonna take care of the only other Kryptonian-human hybrid in this refugee center anyway? 

Nobody, because Kon is not letting anybody else do it.

#kon el #conner kent #jon kent #superfamily #superboy #wip: mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees #my-perfect-storybook-love #long post

[somefanficrecomendations]

Tim Drake-Centric Fic Recs

Your Honor, he’s just a little guy. My client can’t be charged with murder! He was just being silly!

16 november 1581 by DairyFarmer (gen), 8k, Protective!Bruce, Angst Bruce blacked out. He wasn’t sure what happened after those words left Jack’s mouth. All he knew was that the next thing he remembered was being pulled off of Jack Drake by several police officers. ---- Tim goes missing and there were times that Bruce wished he wasn’t such a good detective.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic (gen), 25k, Tim Joins the Batfamily Early Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything.

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans by Lilac_hyacinth (Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd), 6k, Hurt/Comfort That was a blatant lie. Dana had seen a handful of Tim’s landscape shots a few weeks ago. Jack might’ve spotted the ones she’d pinned to the fridge. Bruce saw plenty, if crime scene photos counted. But Tim’s favorites? His civilian-friendly favorites, the ones behind him? This was the first time anyone beside himself had seen them. And Jack wasn’t there. Or Tim's alone at another school event, Bernard helps.

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 6k, Fluffy, Cryptid Tim The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family. Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

A Worthy Father by Crowlows19 (gen), 3k, Fluff and Angst Jack Drake forces his son to give up being Robin. He could never have predicted the consequences of parenting a Robin-less Tim Drake. He may never sleep again and Bruce Wayne certainly has no sympathy for him.

all you wanna do by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep (gen), 1k, Fluff, Video Game Sexualization Tim. Timothy. You are a superhero, sweetheart.” “And now I can be one in a video game.” When the character screen loaded, the room was silent for several seconds as both found themselves disgusted with the options. “Do they not realize that women have organs.” Bruce frowned. “And while I personally don’t have breasts, I’m aware enough to know that they don’t look like that all of the time.”

it's a beautiful day by MashpotatoeQueen (Tim Drake/Kon-El), 2k, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Tim and Kon are getting married, Bruce is an utter sap, and there is a father-son dance.

#Tim Drake fic rec #Batfam fic rec #Tim Drake #Batfam #Bruce Wayne #timkon #timbern #jack drake is a bad parent #fluff #angst #words: 0-5k #words: 5-10k #words: 20k #fic #complete

[konboyblues]

January 8th - 14th, 2024

Monday, January 8th - Sins of the Family // Isolation

Tuesday, January 9th - Prophecies // Deadly Devotion

Wednesday, January 10th - Superman Cults // Possession

Thursday, January 11th - The Forgotten One // A Hole in the World

Friday, January 12th - A Parent Knows Best // Eldritch Horror

Saturday, January 13th - It Takes a Village // Inheritance

Sunday, January 14th - Mistakes Were Made // Horror Movie AU

Purpose?

Not enough horror-themed fanworks in the world about the Superfam. Got jealous of the Batfandom having all these horror-themed events and projects, so I decided to host one for the Superfam.

Why should we participate in this?

Because you like seeing the soupeyfam in ever-increasingly fucked up situations that elicit a deeply-rooted, ancient dread :3

So how does it work?

The release date for fanworks is from Monday, the 8th of January through Sunday, the 14th of January, 2024. 

This aint a Halloween-themed event! You have well over three months to write, draw, and create fanworks. However, use the spooky season to help generate some ideas and propel you forward! :3

This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore the Superfamily characters, dynamics, and relationships through a variety of prompts. Although romantic ships are nice, please make sure the Superfam are the focus of your fanwork.

Superfamily characters include, but are not limited to:

Clark Kent

Lois Lane

Kara Zor El

Jonathan and Martha Kent

Jon Kent

Osul Ra and Otho Ra

John Henry Irons

Natasha Irons

Kon El/Conner Kent

Chris Kent/Lor Zod

Karen Starr

Kong Kenan

Superfamily characters of ANY comic book universe are acceptable. If you want to spend the entire fanweek exploring Ultraman and Injustice!Superman because you love drama, then be my guest! If you want Ultraman to kidnap Lois this time instead of Jon, go for it!! Let that imagination run WILD!!!

Darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes are welcome. Just make sure that you post any Mature content on a landing page that doesn't restrict Mature content (like AO3). I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned. We cannot defeat our capitalist overlords, but we can definitely work around them.

This fanweek will not have a dedicated blog. These prompts are free for anyone to use. Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, and no ratings or participant restrictions. I will open a collection on AO3 in January for anyone who wants their work collated for this event.

In order to ensure that both creators and the audience are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators are encouraged to include triggers, ships, and any other squick warnings. 

Please utilize the read-more function for fanworks that are longer than 250 words. We're tryna read yer stories, not get spammed with a wall of text. Please Be Courteous.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fanworks, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!! All creators are encouraged to include triggers warnings, sub-genre specifications, ships, and other warnings in their posts. I will not discourage you from writing your 16k Kara-goes-evil fic, but please... Be Courteous and tag your fanworks appropriately so people can make an informed decision on what they're comfortable with viewing.

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both in the same fanwork, then be my guest!!

Mainstream Canon, Elsewords, and AU content is acceptable! Just make sure to stay within the comicsverse. Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! Just please remember that this is the Soupeyfam horror week, not the Lois-Has-A-Harem-of-Elseworlds-Supermen week. We love ships and things, but this week is about the Superfamily. The characters can have their lovers, but their personal romantic dalliances shouldn't overtake the Soupeyfam dynamics (unless you're pulling a Cersei and Jaime, lmao, if that's the case, go wild).

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “superfam” tag to share your work with the wider Superfam fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. The best way to share, however, is to directly @ me so that I may reblog it.

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Over three months until the fanweek!!! For all fanwork creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations. There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All fanfiction should be under a read-more.  

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates gay people.

Provide content warnings for all triggers, squicks, and sub-genres. Unfortunately, in my ten odd years away from DC Comics, the fandom's seen a resurgence in puritanical behavior and tons of censorship and self-censorship. Please list content warnings on your work but do not be discouraged in sharing your work. If a fancop gets on your ass, block them. Please block as MANY as you can. They're like pests, they're always gonna be there, but their influence can be diminished by staunch blocking and reporting.

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!! 

The most important thing is to have fun :)

Truth be told, this event is entirely selfish. I personally love to the horror genre, and would love to see the characters in the Superfamily get more canon content as seen through beloved horror tropes. Unfortunately, Status Quo often gets in the way, and the current fanworks are largely ambivalent to the Dreadful and Despairing. If you'd like to join me in creating deliciously dark fiction featuring our favorite DC clan, please do! I would love to read your 10k character study of Otho and Osul assimilating into human society after spending their formative years as slaves in Warworld.

We’re over three months away from release week, so take your time, look through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders until the go-live date.

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check, I hope you're able to participate. To the four people who hate me, your mom's a hoe. Thank you.

#superfam #superfam horror week #clark kent #superman #lois lane #jon kent #kon el #kong kenan #karen starr #natasha irons #dc comics #real talk #ava's ficcing adventures

[dairy-farmer]

I know you just made a ClarkTim one shot (that I absolutely love)

BUT consider...

The ENTIRE SuperFamily

Wondering what the hype is with Tim??

EVERYONE is talking about how great Tim is, and they hear it all the time (even if they don't)

Clark hearing about Tim's work ethic is fine, won't even blink at that, whatever. But hearing a whispered confession that Tim's got the sweetest hole known to mankind while in the middle of an intergalactic debrief on the Watchtower is... Another

AND if Johnathan Kent has to cover his ears and go lalalala ONE MORE TIME because someone won't SHUT UP about Tim's 'sweet pink petals' !!!

HE'S GOING TO FIND OUT FOR HIMSELF!!

Kon needs no reason, he's heard ENOUGH, he needs some. N O W!

So now we have a fight of epic proportions.

Bat VS. Supes

The other capes don't know the real reason (or do they 😏) and are now choosing sides between the two founders of the JL.

Unless...

They share? Compromise? Meet in the middle?

Tim can set up a schedule.

!!!!! all the supes being all to aware of how good tim's pussy tastes and feels because its ALL the bats talk about when they're alone along with whining about tim being in a mood and not letting them touch or fuck him or tim being angry at bruce and punishing ALL of them by not letting them sink into his tight little pussy 🥺🥺🥺🥺.

and the supes after spending years listening can't help but NEED to find out for themselves they just HAVE to know. but...jon is a little too eager a little too...embarressed about the concept of sex and he maybe spills to damian after the other senses something off in his behavior when he tries asking questions about tim. and jon spills. not just about himself but kon and clark as well since the three of them can really only talk about what they overhear with each other and so now they have bats viciously denying them access to tim at all!!!!!

but the supes are the more diplomatic of the two groups, they insist they can come to an arrangement, a fair deal! something for both of them to be able to play with tim?

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[misspickman]

hi moss feel free to ignore this but i would love to hear about some kon moments in canon that you really love and appreciate !

oh you absolutely will hear about them. in no particular order but starting with my two fav nerd moments from superboy #66 and young justice #8

hes great in all of return of superman but this bit is stuck in my brain.. geoffs 'kon was selfish and had to be taught how to care about others' my ass

first meeting with match from superboy #36!! its so important to me how despite everything kon refuses to see match as anything less than a person and family

this bit in superboy #69 where kon visits hawaii again and runs into hillary made me so sad there are many issues with this solo but it hits

ok ive read some very stupid takes on this moment but kon catching cissies arrow in yj #15 was a wonderful moment for their friendship, especially because he offers it back if she wants to actually take the shot + theyre also great in the next issue hes so worried about her,, theyre besties,, listen,,

not going deeper into why this bit from eradicator #3 is so good bc theres already a great post about it but yeah,, you know

NOW its time for my 'cass and kon got along well and we should acknowledge that more' agenda ok no not in a romantic sense but in a very 'two lonely teens who are too focused on the mission that has been their entire life to have a healthy private life' way. they should hang out again i think. also these issues are just very sweet and fun

first from superboy #85 bc this whole thing ruled

and from batgirl #41 where they experience some baby comphet4comphet and decide to just stay friends

some bits from superboy #88 where hes taking care of baby guardian bc its cute and funny

also not a specific moment but kon and ma's relationship is very dear to me, there are many things i didnt enjoy re what dc did with kon in 2000s but having him live with the kents and get comfortable in smallville enough to call it home was a good one 10/10

#there are many more but im trying to be normal #and not just go through more comics and put every kon moment here #it would be a lot #but thank u tb<3 much love #tumblr hates me for wanting to put over 30 pics in one post so i have to stop #ask #kon el #sorry for being like this and putting all issue numbers i just know how annoying it is when i see a panel and have no idea where its from

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: You Disgrace The Human Race

Summary: Jon and Damian decide to hate each other, but it doesn't go as planned.

ft. Damian being a smartass, Jon being a dumbass, and that one scenario where one is caught in the rain and the other helps them out a lil bit. (2nd one shot)

Life was good as Jon Kent, alright?

He walked into school and there were people fawning over him, groups of his peers who demanded his attention. Sure, schoolwork was there, but it could wait. Besides, who needed school when they weren’t going anywhere, anyways?

His brother Kon had gone into high school with the same ideas, and came out passing everything with fairly decent grades, surely he could too, and have even more time. 

He was wrong, evidently, as his latest report card had him failing nearly every one of his classes. 

And that was when fate decided to drop one very aggravating, very hot boy in his lap. 

He wouldn’t lie, he had seen Damian around some time, but had never gotten a full glimpse of him. It was always just his hand going up in class or his clothes with varying shades of green sweep around the corner. 

Now that he knew him, and his family’s history with teens like him. He was determined to not be another sucker.

No offense, Kon.

Besides, he was so annoying, with his smug smirks and stupid remarks and his pretty eyes and there was NO WAY he was falling for it.

However, now that he knew who he was, and put a name to the face in a way, Damian was everywhere .

In his AP class, bumping into him in the hallways, seeing him at lunch. Damian never acknowledged him farther than a “Excuse me,” when he bumped into him and moved to get by.

It was infuriating, frankly, because now that he knew that he existed, a foolish part of him wanted to be seen. Would a hello kill him?

He asked just that as they collided in the halls, sending Damian’s books and papers flying all over the hallway. 

“What’s your problem, dude?” The girl Damian was walking with scowled at him, helping Damian pick up his stuff. If he remembered correctly, her name was Maya.

“It was an accident.” Jon bit back, picking up the book that landed in front of him, but not adding it to the stack the other boy had in his arms.

“Accident, my ass.” Maya scoffed, Damian reaching a hand in front of her to stop her movement.

“It’s alright. You can head up without me, I'll be there as soon as I collect the rest of my items.”

She nodded and left, but not before a glare sent Jon’s way.

“The book, please, Kent.” Damian held a hand out, waiting.

“Oh, so now you acknowledge my existence.”

“I’m sorry, I was unaware we were friends.” Damian raised an eyebrow at his seemingly offended tone.

“We are not! ” Jon sputtered. “But it would be nice to be said hi every now and then by the person i am in forced socialization with on weekends.”

“I was under the impression that you hated me?” His calm air rubbed at Jon's heighted one the wrong way and he glowered at the shorter boy.

“I do hate you!”

“Feeling is mutual. Now, my book?”

They faced off, staring at each other. Jon slowly raised the book up above his head, watching the distaste spread across his face.

“I cannot believe you. Truly, you put the juvenile in juvenile delinquent.” Damian eyed the book above him, gaze calculating.

“That may be, but let’s think about this, short-stack, how high are you going to have to jump to get what you want?”

Damian seemed bored, and completely unfazed. “I am not a trick dog. Besides, how do you know that one is even important to me? Let’s see, my next class is Advanced Algebra ll, if that isn’t my math book then you can very well keep it.”

Jon brought it down to eye level to read the title, “This is for Englis- HEY!”   

As soon as it was lowered, Damian snatched it out of his hands. “Pleasure doing business with you, Kent.”

He watched as the other sashayed past him, an annoying little laugh escaping him.

“I hate you.” Jon seethed to himself, definitely not watching him leave, before turning on his heel and going the opposite direction.

Honestly, what was this guy’s problem?

Damian minded his own business, went along with his day, and ignored him. Obviously if you didn’t like someone at all, you would never demand their attention!

But now, coming down the hall with the newly reclaimed book in his hand, he asked himself exactly why Jonathan Kent seemed so insistent on getting his attention, only to use it to mock him.

He was certainly feeling similar to how the delinquent said he felt, although hate was a bit strong. 

Insane dislike? That was closer.

Much more like an annoying prick in his side, or a constantly probing pain. Something that in theory, could be brushed away, but kept coming back.

An untrained puppy?

No, no, Jonathan wasn’t cute enough to be a puppy. Not that he wasn’t attractive. Not that he was attractive to begin with.

Ugh. 

None of this was going to fit, so it was much easier to file him away with the label of “annoyance.”  

Surely, this too would pass.  

Damian shuffled through the day as usual, answering questions and avoiding all contact with Jon if possible. He did not need something to distract him from his studies, nor convince him to divide his attention.

The final bell rang and he gathered his books, shoving what he could in his bag, but only ones that wouldn’t smush the papers in the carefully color-coded folders.

He hauled the rest out and wrinkled his nose as the cold air hit him. It was unusually chilly for the day, and little droplets of water began to fall in a slowly scattered shower. 

It would be a pain to make the walk outside all the way to the vast pick up area where one of his older brothers was sure to be waiting with the car.

He gathered up the last of his stretcher and hugged his books to his chest, so as not to destroy the ones that wouldn’t fit in his bag. 

Damian had made it halfway when a warm weight draped across his shivering form and he looked up.

Jonathan was holding his jacket over him and placing it on his shoulders.

“Gimme your books.” He demanded in a less than friendly tone. Damian stared at the taller boy, wondering slightly if he’d hit his head by accident.

“ Oh for God’s sake -” The boy muttered, yanking them out of his grip and moving him forwards.

“What the hell are you doing?” He found his voice somewhere between then and where they were rounding the building to the parking lot.

“I’m carrying your stupid books, what does it look like?” Jon’s voice was irritated, ushering him along quicker.

 Damian quirked an eyebrow. “Careful, I might just start thinking you don’t hate me after all.”

Jon scoffed. “Can’t have Mr. Perfect ruining his spotless attendance with a sick day, can we? Don’t think this means we’re friends or anything, I just don’t want your demise on my hands.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Damian muttered, tightening the borrowed leather jacket around himself.

They reached the car and Jon handed him his books, Damian trying to offer him the sweater back.

“Keep it, it’s already infested with your good boy cooties.”

“What are you, five?”

“And a half!” Jon smirked, trotting off. “Keep your stupid face out of the rain.”

“Ass.” Damian muttered, sliding into the backseat of the car.

Dick was the driver today and he looked in the rear-view mirror, smiling.

“Who’s your friend, lil D?”

“He’s not my friend, he’s the most annoying human being to ever grace my presence.”

“Well, looked pretty friendly to me, carrying your books. I don’t think that’s your jacket either, is it now?” Dick tapped his finger on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road and a knowing smirk on his face.

“Just shut up and drive, dick. ” Damian hissed, subconsciously burrowing into the warmth the borrowed jacket offered.

“That felt more targeted than my actual name.” Dick pouted. “I’m just trying to bond with my baby brother!”

“I am not a baby, Richard. ”

“Mhm.” They switched lanes and made their way home, Damian grumbling all the while.

The leather jacket stayed on, and ended up folded over his desk chair for the next few days.

What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.

#damian wayne #jondami #jon kent #damijon #supersons #bad boy x good girl #bad boy x good boy #modern au #no capes au #no powers au #high school au #high school #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #I knew you were trouble (bad boy Jon x good student Damian) #maya ducard #dick grayson #why did i make another one #do i seriosly have nothing better to do?? #fluff #humor #fluff and humor #that one jacket thing #idk damian is wearing jons jacket thats all ik

[its-queen-panda-bear]

I'm still so utterly insane over the concept of Kon coming out as a trans woman and I will never get over how robbed we were, so here's some headcanons that I have about her 🩵🤍🩷

• Starts going by Coraline Constance Kent but does still keep her Kryptonian name Kon-El because it's not really gendered, so she still goes by and responds to Kon

• Acceptable nicknames: Kon, C.C., Cora, Nova

• Superboy → Supernova

I could go on and on about the significance of her changing and picking her own superhero name... Which I absolutely will. The fact that when she was first created, she was meant to be Superman. Not Superboy, but Superman and took on superboy after realizing and coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't Superman. It wasn't her name to take from Clark because that was his name and wasn't her place to take it from him. Only for Clark to give the name Superboy to Jon without even considering how it would make her feel. (Kon and Tim definitely bond over this) and so her choosing the name Supernova for herself is so special because that's hers and no one can take it away from her. Plus, it's the name of her favorite song by Liz Phair.

• Still pretty much dresses androgynous, but now with more fem leaning

• Bruce helps develop the tools necessary to perform top surgery for Kon since she's the daughter of his best friend and the girlfriend of his son. later she is seen wearing a shirt that says "Batman did my top surgery" and another one that says "I got my top surgery in the batcave"

• Has to weaken herself by sitting next to a rock of Kryptonite in order to get her estrogen shots done

• Tim was the first person she told (Tim already had a hunch)

• She was actually pretty nervous to tell Clark because she didn't want to ruin the relationship that took so long for them to build, but when she did come out to him, he welcomed her with open arms

• Didn't bother telling Lex

#conner kent #dc comics #kon el #kon kent #trans kon el #superfam #superboy #timkon

[hearteyeshayley]

In honor of Maisie Peters iconic lyric “Mr. Bruce Wayne where is your cape now?” in her latest song You’re Just A Boy (And I’m Kinda the Man)

Here is a full list of all my completed Tim Drake centered fics ranked by how much I fondly remember them rn

The Failure of Tim Drake… my first Batman fic aww! Tim gets benched for failing a class but he goes off the deep end and becomes convinced there’s another explanation

Tim and Kon v. The World… timkon one shot ✨ for a prank, Tim pretends to be evil. Kon is super into it.

Not Even Nightwing?… TimBer one shot 🫶🏻 a little spice 🔥 Tim claims he’s never had a crush on a vigilante and Bernard is like “not even nightwing??” And Tim is like :/

The Conner Kent Conspiracy Board… Timkon angst Tim figures out Kon likes him, unfortunately before Kon does.

Sore Loser… timkon fluff (with a sprinkle of angst). Tim reveals he’s been going easy on Kon when they spar and it all unravels from there

Champagne Problems… Tim and Kon break up and won’t tell the batfamily why so obviously there’s shenanigans (angst with a happy ending!!)

To All the Vigilantes I’ve Loved Before… my longest fic ever (so far) inspired by the movie to all the boys I’ve loved before. Whenever Tim has a crush on someone in the hero community, he writes them a love letter that he’ll never send. Damian is an evil baby brother and sends them. This causes problems, but can Tim and Kon fake date their way out of this one?

Capture the Flag to the death… Tim, Dick, and Damian play capture the flag and no one in Gotham is safe. Minor timkon.

Aaand one more

+ this one is currently in progress, but I’ve written all of it I’m just editing the last few chapters!

Take me to the airport (call me from the platform)… Tim and Kon start a secret friends with benefits situation, Damian and Tim bond, Young Justice gets fro yo, Tim gets jealous of a barista, Bruce gets flicked in the head by Kate, etc.

#timkon #timkon fic rec #batman fanfiction #batman #batfamily fic #tim drake #tim drake fic

[fryingpan1234567]

oh my gods I should be asleep but I can’t NOT write this

SHREEPY BATBOYS

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wally West and Roy Harper were two of the hottest, most heroic, ginger-ish people to walk the planet.

Jason and Dick’s opinions, obviously.

Because to Tim and Damian, Conner and Jon Kent were the the most gorgeous and bright people in their worlds- and those types of people are far and few between.

It’s a rare occurrence when the Batboys’ partners are all in one place, but it is quite the sight to behold. Especially to the Waynes, who watched the interaction with more affection than any of them thought was possible.

“No, no, the Speed Force doesn’t take energy,” Wally was trying to explain to the other three, to pretty much no avail. “It gives it. It’s like… a semi-conscious stasis chamber with a little bit of heaven thrown in, I guess. Kind of.”

“That is…” Conner paused, searching for the words. “Strange. As someone who spent a good portion of his life in a stasis chamber.”

Jon, who was floating nonchalantly above Roy’s head as he cleaned his gun, made a face. “That’s kind of weird to think about in itself.”

“Are they trying to send me into an existential crisis?” Jason stage-whispered to Tim and Dick.

Tim shrugged as Dick continued making heart eyes at his nerdy boyfriend.

The group of them were hanging out in one of the many living rooms scattered throughout Wayne Manor, and the other four hadn’t quite caught on that they were being watched.

Not creepily, of course. The Waynes were too focused on such a pure interaction to be plotting anything (even Damian).

“I do not think they have noticed us yet,” Dami mused, in the same low tone, but it was a callout. A challenge.

“I know you’re there,” Jon immediately said, taking the bait. Dami and Tim exchanged a look.

“Well, it sure would be a shame if a super-boyfriend of mine had the super-hearing to listen in on this conversation about how adorable he is,” Tim added.

Damian leaned on Tim’s shoulder casually. “Very embarrassing,” he agreed.

Unfortunately, that bit of the conversation had not been spoken quietly enough for the others to not hear. As Conner shot what he thought was a covert wink in Tim’s direction (it was not covert in any way), Roy glared over at Jason and jokingly pointed the half assembled gun in his direction.

“Cheating on me with a Kent?” he said. Jason shook his head and beckoned Roy closer. “Low blow, Hood.”

“I’d never,” Jay said dramatically as Roy climbed into his lap, leaning in.

“PDA!” Tim screeched suddenly, throwing a pillow at them. Wally, Dick, Conner, and Jon lost their shit laughing.

“Would-“ Damian’s sentence was abruptly cut off with a positively massive yawn, putting even Titus to shame. “Apologies. Would anyone happen to know-?”

“When was the last time you slept??” Jon cut him off, leaning in and squinting suspiciously. Tim averted Conner’s gaze, as he guessed the conversation that was about to happen.

Dami shrugged. “I do not remember. I do not require fickle things such as sleep to function well.”

Experimentally, Jon gently ran a hand through Damian’s hair, who immediately collapsed against him and nearly passed out.

“Sure you don’t,” Jon mused. Dami could only manage a half hearted swat in his general direction.

“Tim,” Conner said, executing the previous prediction, “what about you? When did you last sleep?”

“Uhh.” Tim tried to come up with a number that was believable but an acceptable amount of sleep in Kon’s eyes. “Like. Maybe a little over twenty four hours ago?”

“Lies,” Wally declared. Tim shot him a death glare. “You’ve been with me and the Titans for two days and I can confirm you didn’t sleep a wink for any of that.”

As Jason yawned too, Roy laughed and ruffled his hair. “Looks like our Batboys need some sleep, yeah?” he suggested.

Damian was already out cold in Jon’s side, who hadn’t stopped playing with his hair since he figured out what it triggered, and Tim was zoned out like normal these days. Dick only had to take one look at the newly sleepy atmosphere of the room his siblings had created before keeling over into Wally’s lap, eliciting a muffled laugh from the speedster. Jason groaned, but moved around to lay down on the couch rather than sit, dragging Roy with him until Roy was laying on top of him like a weighted blanket and all eight of them managed to fit onto one couch.

A few hours later, at four in the afternoon, Bruce and Alfred stumbled upon the scene in the living room while searching for the boys.

Eight superkids were passed out on one couch, all tangled up and looking unfairly comfortable.

Bruce just sighs as Alfred hums approvingly, and Steph and Cass and Cara sneak up to take blackmail pictures of Damian cuddled up to both of Superman’s sons and his older brothers in one go, not to mention Jason getting anywhere near anyone other than Roy.

It was a nice moment, but then their sleep schedules were all totally fucked for like three weeks after that XD.

#birdflash #jayroy #timkon #damijon #fluff #dc

[mamawasatesttube]

@deadchannelradio said:

obsessed w "civ hostage" kon. obsessed.

THANK you for giving me the opportunity to talk abt this one bc it is, if i do say so myself, funny as hell. like, i talk a bit hurt/comfort character study etc game, but i am also just a guy who deeply, DEEPLY enjoys some good old fashioned shenanigans.

SO. to set the stage: we have conner kent, good ol sweet country boy conner kent, spending a weekend in the big city to visit his buddy tim. things are going well, for the most part, until tim and conner make the mistake of going to hang out at a nice café. why?

the cafe is SO nice that it is, in fact, right next to a bank!

they are in gotham city (uh oh!).

the bank gets robbed.

sirens start blaring, the gcpd are there, the robbers burst out of the front door frantic to get to their getaway car, and oh, hell, the gcpd is right there, they need some kind of leverage to not get their tires shot out from under them--

they need a hostage!

there's a cafe patio full of civilians right there!

this guy who's jumped to his feet as if to get between all the guns and his buddy? oh sure yeah he'll do cmon grab him get him in the car lets go lets GO MOVE IT MOVE IT

FLOOR IT LETS GO KEEP A GUN TO HIS HEAD MAKE SURE THE COPS SEE WE HAVE HIM LETS GO

[!] Congratulations! Your Conner Kent is now a Civilian Hostage™! In order to protect his secret identity, he may not use any of his powers to escape. Make sure he doesn't run his mouth too much, or else getting shot will reveal that he's bulletproof!

tim, left at the cafe: what the fuck. kon, sitting in the getaway car: what the fuck. the bank robbers, who have no idea what they've just brought upon themselves: phew! that was quick thinking!

what follows is a progression of increasingly more ludicrous conversations as kon desperately tries to control his inability to shut the fuck up. the bank robbers start to argue.

"boss, he's just a teenager!" one argues. "he isn't even from here--look how much he's talking about his grandma. i feel bad. we don't have to keep the guns on him at all times, do we?"

"if he doesn't shut up about his grandma, shoot him in the foot," boss grouches.

"oh, please, don't do that, sir," kon wheedles, valiantly resisting the urge to ttk the duct tape off his arms so he can gesture rudely at the big boss. he does his very best big, innocent doe eyes instead. "my grandpa bought me these boots, and he passed a couple years back!"

"oh, now look what you did!" a third guy exclaims. "he's gonna talk about BOTH grandparents now!"

kon looks back and forth between the bank robbers. two out of three are glaring; the first one, the sympathetic one, tries to smile at him.

kon looks at them all some more.

tim is somewhere up in the rafters of this random gotham wharf warehouse by now, he's sure. this will all be over soon. he doesn't have to keep resisting the giggles too much longer. right?

"could i convince you guys to let me go?" he blinks so sweetly. so innocently. "shucks, i can sweeten the deal! how's this?"

he flutters his eyelashes a little. smiles so innocently.

"i'll give you my grandma's apple pie recipe--"

this is the worst day of these bank robbers' lives.

tim, in the rafters: forget the robbers. I'M gonna strangle him.

anyway, red robin swoops in to rescue Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. of course, he can't stay long, but he makes quick work of the hostage situation.

Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent is more than happy to give a quick statement to the press outside, of course. he looks directly into the camera and gushes about how amazing it was to have red robin himself rescue him! he's so suave and mysterious and cool, and his hair smells so nice--

tim, who is the only one who knows that kon is just very smugly patting himself on the back for finally convincing him to try his fancy shampoo and conditioner set: :|

trending on gotham twitter: Red Robin Smells Like Rosewater

tim is going to kill Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. he's gonna do it.

"i'll fucking leave you there next time," he tells kon, who is scrolling through all the tweets with glee. "see if i come rescue you ever again. i'll let the assholes with guns keep you."

"sure you will, rob," kon agrees oh-so-sweetly. tim is going to throw things at him. kon is so smug. god dammit.

but hey, at least he makes tim some apple pie afterwards.

#rimi writes #sort of #timkon #deadchannelradio #its about the shenanigans you see