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There was only static on the other end of the radio, then, “so let me get this straight – the robots who are able to rebuild themselves ala Transformers have control of the Batplane?”
Tim winced at that. After managing to detangle themselves, Kon had flown Tim back to the Batcave, where by some stroke of luck Bruce wasn’t. Alfred had apparently drugged him when the man had attempted to put on the bat-suit when he heard about the exploded Javelin.
After calling Dick on the comms, it quickly became apparent to the teens that it wasn’t just Tim who had been attacked by the proto-Decepticons. A group had attacked Titans Tower mere minutes after Kon had taken off after Tim, and from the other end of the line, Tim could hear Bart and Cassie having the time of their lives.
“Pretty much.”
Dick’s sigh was able to convey his exhaustion through multiple atmospheres. “I was really hoping to avoid this.”
“Avoid what?”
Without responding, Dick placed another call, helpfully leaving the line with Tim open. It rang twice before, “What do you want Dickwing?”
“I want it to be noted that if I make you a promise, I keep it.” Somehow, Dick’s voice sounded even more exhausted. Tim was sure the delighted gasp Jason gave on the other end didn’t help things.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because if you’re fucking with me on this-”
“I’m transmitting you the tracking info for the Batplane. We need it destroyed, two of the robo-” Jason whooped, cutting Dick off mid-sentence.
“I take back everything I’ve ever said about you, you are a wonderful brother.” Rather than respond, Dick just ended the call.
“Tim?”
“Yeah?”
A pause.
“I’m glad you’re not dead.”
“I’ll spend the next week at Titan’s Tower.”
“Good idea.”
Almost too fast for Tim to see, Kon’s hand flashed across the keyboard of the Batcomputer and ended the call. When Tim turned to him with a glare, he was stunned for a moment by the look on Kon’s face.
Up until that moment, Tim had always thought romance novels were exaggerating when they described lust-filled looks as hungry. But after looking for a mere moment at Kon’s face, he felt that hungry as a descriptor wasn’t strong enough. Kon was looking at him like he wanted to devour him.
Tim was completely okay with that.
Conner stepped closer to the smaller man, crowding him back against the keyboard. His warm breath wafted over the shell of Tim’s ear as Kon lowered his head to nose at Tim’s hair.
“Can I kiss you now?”
Tim didn’t think the noise he made was human. He was barely able to nod before Kon’s mouth was over his and god damn did his boyfriend know how to kiss. Tim’s mind began to drift as all he could focus on was Kon’s glorious, perfect kisses, the feel of Kon’s hair between his fingers-
“Master Tim!” Kon and Tim broke apart with a speed that Bart could only envy. Their heads swiveled to see Alfred looking appalled at the both of them. Before either of the teens could open their mouths, the butler’s stern look softened into a smile.
“As thrilled as I am that the two of you have announced your feelings toward each other, I must ask that you desist from, ahem, making out on the computer.” Tim looked down. Apparently, Conner’s kisses were so distracting that the taller man had lifted him onto the keyboard for a better angle without Tim realizing.
“Sorry Alfie!”
“Uh…” The dazed look on Kon’s face was adorable and very kissable. So Tim kissed it, before sliding off to stand pressed up to Kon. It took a bit of wiggling as the taller man was still slightly stunned and immoveable, but soon Tim was in a position where he was able to not only hid his hard-on but make a quick escape as soon as Conner regained his senses.
The butler raised an eyebrow as he sized up the two of them. Kon managed to give him a cheeky grin. Alfred sniffed.
“Kindly remember, Mister Kent, that while other members of this family may not kill, I have no such compunctions.”
Tim had to resist the urge to snicker at the look on Conner’s face.
“Yes, Mr. Pennyworth. Sir.” The butler looked at Kon a moment more before nodding decisively and moving back towards the stairs.
“I shall erase the security footage and refrain from mentioning this to Master Bruce. Might I recommend that you pick another location for your rendezvous?”
“Yes, Alfie. Sorry Alfie.”
Kon waiting until the butler had returned upstairs before turning to Tim with a panicked look on his face. “Did your butler-”
“Who do you think taught Bruce to shoot?” Tim responded as he grabbed a go-bag from his locker.
“Bruce knows how to shoot? Isn’t his whole thing no guns?”
“Yeah, but he can still use them. I mean, he was the first to teach Jason.”
Kon was still standing in the exact same location as Tim walked back up to him and wrapped his hands around his waist. He grinned up at his boyfriend.
“You know where my apartment is, Superboy.” Kon grabbed onto Tim.
“Sir, yes sir.”
Rising into the air, Conner adjusted his grip on the smaller man.
“Kon?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Take your hand off my ass.”
“Really?”
Tim paused.
“At least until we’re out of the cave.”
Kon readjusted accordingly before zipping back out into the sun. Spinning around with Tim in his arms, he didn’t think he’d ever been so happy.