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GUY.exe by thebodydies
Fandoms: Titans (TV 2018), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
22 Oct 2021
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“If you tell me what you want,” Conner said, “I’ll do the rest.”
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It started by Steph asking Tim, “Do you ever just get laid and relax?”
Tim: “That’s not relaxing at all.”
Steph, Bart and Kon: ???
Kon: “I’ll show you I good time, I swear.”
AKA Kon shows Tim what it’s like to turn his big brain off and feel
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He glances over to the mail on the desk, and one particular piece catches his eye. It’s a rumor article talking about the various ladies and gentlemen participating in the season this year.
Jason notices which one he picks up and speaks as he’s sipping his drink, “Gripping read you’ve got there. Talks about your competition". Tim rolls his eyes, “‘Competition’ is a flattering word for them. I can barely even breathe at these events without at least ten debutantes telling me how much they would love to be a princess or a queen”.
“Heard anything about wanting to be a duchess?” Jason teases.
Jason takes the paper from him, opens to a new page, points at a specific section, and hands it back to his brother, “There’s a fresh heartthrob this year. So Prince Timothy Jackson Wayne is going to have actual competition this year.” He makes sure to overexaggerate his little brother’s title as much as possible.
Tim’s eyes drift over the paper to find exactly what his brother was talking about, a subarticle with the heading “Lord Conner Luthor is now seeking a wife in Gotham during this year’s season.”
OR Timkon Regency AU
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Skipping Rocks (And Other Meet-Cute Ideas) By Bernard Dowd by PrettyPato_TQM
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Superman - All Media Types
08 Feb 2026
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“Bernard has to blink rapidly again, this time to clear his vision. One would think he’d gotten accustomed to superheroism by now, courtesy of his current boyfriend’s case of worst-kept-secret-identity-ever. However, that was in Gotham, and that was with Tim Drake, the loser he once found half asleep in a bowl of mac n cheese wearing nothing but Star Trek boxers, and this is Motherfucking Superboy, holy shit—!”
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Bernard Dowd and Kon-El meet for the first time. Tim isn’t there to facilitate the meeting, but they got on just fine anyways. What better way to bond than run some errands?
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Tim’s rage evaporated, replaced by a wave of ice-cold horror. “Oh my god,” he breathed, the words barely a whisper. He stumbled back a step, his hand rising to cover his mouth as if he could physically shove the apology back down his throat. “Kon, I— I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, oh my god, I don’t know— I didn’t— I’m so sorry.”
He was babbling, a string of useless, pathetic words that did nothing to erase the fact that he had just slapped his best friend— his partner. The one person who had never, ever been anything but solid ground beneath his feet.
Kon didn’t say a word. He just watched him, his gaze unreadable, intense. He took a step forward, and then another, crowding Tim back until his shoulders hit the cold wall of the computer lab. Tim flinched, expecting retaliation. Expecting anger. Expecting something, anything, other than what he got.
Kon leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through Tim’s very bones. “On the bed. Now.”
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- Part 42 of DC stands for "Dickweed7's Canon"