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    "You look so good underneath me, baby," Kon grunts as he thrusts particularly hard. "Like you should just stay there, forever."

    And for a split second, when Tim's looking deep into his eyes, he can pretend that everything is how it should be. That the look in Kon's eyes is love, that he's consciously calling Tim those sweet pet names, that he isn't going to leave after this.

    He can't look away.

    OR: Tim and Kon have a lot of casual sex. Like, a lot. Which would be great, except Tim wants more. And Kon doesn't. (Or does he?)

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  2. Public Bookmark 57

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    "Hello?"
    “I have Bruce Wayne and Timothy Wayne held at gunpoint.”
    Jason huffs. “Well, that’s not very nice. You didn’t say hello.”
    The man looks down at the receiver, baffled for a second. “I said I have Bruce and Timothy Wayne held at gunpoint.”
    “Yeah, I heard you, which kidnapping is a big no-no, didn’t your daddy ever teach you that?”

     
    Or the one where Bruce and Tim get held hostage, Jason gets a ransom call, the Kidnapper gets a headache, and Clark finds out about Batman's gang of teenagers and twenty-year-olds and gets a boyfriend along the way.

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    His face is pale. Lips curled up in a grotesque smile. Torn up the cheeks, oozing blood that drips onto the cement floor. One hand rips at his dark hair, greasy and limp over manic eyes. The other hangs at his side, limply clinging to a gun. “Ha ha ha-” Half frantic laughter, half distraught sobs that rattle through his chest.

    Between them, the Joker’s body. Blood blossoming around his head. Brain matter spattered on the floor. Smiling. Eyes vacantly staring up at the ceiling.

    “Hahahahaha-”

    Bruce approaches slowly. Like he’s approaching a skittish animal. “Tim,” he says softly, and the boy blinks at him, still laughing, still sobbing. There are tears in his eyes. “Tim, put down the gun.”

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  4. Public Bookmark 88

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    “What’s an AP?”

    Tim stared. “Advanced Placement.”

    “Is that—” a genuine pause, the pause of someone actually thinking rather than filling time— “...something you want? To be in them? Like, did you choose that?”

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    Or,

    Tim begins tutoring a cute punk in Biology.

    Conner begins receiving tutoring from a cute nerd.

    What could really go wrong?

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  5. Public Bookmark 12

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    "Hey, you’ve reached Conner Kent!" Conner’s voice blared out of the speaker, incredibly loud in the soulless alley, completely bursting with that familiar, obnoxious, indestructible energy that Tim loved and feared in equal measure. "Leave a message after the beep... or honestly, just yell loud enough, I've got some, uh, super hearing! So, I might pick it up anyway if I'm in the zip code. Peace!"

    A loud, electronic BEEP echoed through the line, followed by the dead hiss of open recording static.

    He forced his swollen, ruined mouth to move, the broken shards of his bicuspid clicking painfully against his tongue.

    "Fuck this," Tim whispered.

    The words were barely a breath, a wet, gravelly scratch that cut through the static before his fingers lost their grip entirely. The phone slipped from his hand, landing with a tiny splash into the reddish puddle beside him. The screen stayed bright for a few seconds, illuminating the words Recording... before the water seeped through the cracks and the display flickered out into total darkness.

    Only five words remained drifting through his mind...

    I need a fucking cigarette.

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