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This is the thing.
Tim is a young man that doesn’t do relationships. (The ones that he had, ended up in tears, and the ones he wanted to have, ended up in heartbreak. His. The heartbreak was his.) So he doesn’t get it at first, even if apparently everyone around him knew something.
The media clearly lied, and relationships aren't just sex and stuff like that.
He never did sex, even if every girl he has a relationship with wanted to (except Jubilee, because they were younger and she liked his costume, his style and- oh. Maybe Jubilee was like him).
Dick said something about an umbrella. He decided to investigate, and it was an epiphany.
“I’m asexual.” He says when he is having breakfast with James.
Sees the assassin stopped eating to send him a look, a confused look. “Ok...?”
“I thought you would want to know... considering that... you know.” There are not dating. Not really, because he doesn’t do dating, or that’s what he thought. Last night they were kissing because it felt good ended up warm and without breath, with James' metal arm touching him and just that. He doesn’t really want to do more. That’s not dating when they haven't talked about it, and Bucky not even exist and-
“That we are dating.” He says, sounding more like a question than a fact.
“Are we?” Feels his face burn but doesn't look away from James' face.
“I don’t know. My life was never normal, you know?”
He wants to say that neither is his, but he wasn’t used as a human weapon for decades. “So... we are dating.” He really tries to sound confident, he fails.
“If you want.”
“I don’t do dating.” He bites his tongue; he fucked it all up again-
“Neither am I, but we can work it out.” And James is smiling. Not dangerous, there is no sharp in it; it's a soft smile, like the one he gave him when they were making out on the training mat that first time.
“I would like that.” It's the only thing that he can do apart from smiling back.
The other nods to continue with his breakfast.
“You have a type.”
That’s what Conner says before he kicks the hell out of the clon, sending him to the kitchen. He forgot that today was Young Justice Day (fortunately, the girls couldn't make it this time), and his best friend just catch him cuddling with his boyfriend on the sofa.
“So... I guess the secret is officially out.”
Tim makes a frustrated sound to push the assassin out of the sofa.
“I hate you so much.”
“We know that that’s not true.”
“Bart is my only best friend now. You can rot.”
“I’m the number one now!?”
“You are always the number one, Bart.”
“You suck at keeping secrets, not my problem.”
“This wasn’t a secret.”
“Did Batman knows about it?”
“Of course not. I didn’t want to tell him.”
“Miss Gordon knows.”
“Oh, ok.”
“So...”
“You can call me Bucky.”
“I’m Bart; he is Kon! We’re Tim’s best friends.”
“I heard about you.”
“Did Tim talk about us!?” Then Tim is hugged by a speedster after that eventful conversation.
He doesn’t want to hear how his type is someone that can kill him on the spot ("Me, I understand. I’m a handsome fella. Hood is still a mystery, but I think is just the hero-worship coming back. Like in really full force considering that he almost kill you like twice, and I can accept that Barnes is not so bad.") so that’s why he makes Kon train with James.
If seeing Conner be thrown at the wall, so many times makes his day, no one has to know about it.
Bart is next to him, eating popcorns enjoying the show too.
“He is nice.”
“Yeah?”
“He is old, tho.”
He resists a chuckle. "Yeah.”
“It could have been worse.”
“I guess.”
“Do you think I could win against him?”
“I don't know; you should try.”
Barts nods to continue eating popcorns and looking at Conner get thrown around.