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Tim found himself outside of Kon's room in the middle of the night with an old-fashioned boombox in his hand and an over-bitten lip.
In the team's most recent battle, Tim had jumped in front of Kon, receiving a kryptonite knife through his shoulder.
Luckily, it hadn't hurt any more than other knives that Tim had been stabbed with, but it had left for a very angry Kon when they got back to the tower.
A minor argument had ensued, which left a brooding Kon in his room, still mad at Tim, and an anxious Tim with a healing shoulder and a boombox outside of said room.
Tim worked to keep his nerves in control, even though he knew that Kon was already aware of his presence.
He wanted to apologize to Kon for taking an unnecessary hit, though he didn't really feel that sorry, and he knew Kon loved the old-fashioned romcoms that included the guy standing outside of the girl's window, tossing stones, and playing romantic music.
Tim slowly raised the boombox to his shoulder that hadn't been stabbed, took a deep breath, and hit play.
Stand By Me by Ben E. King started playing at full volume outside of Kon's room.
Tim didn't know if Kon's appreciation for Tim's gesture would outweigh his annoyance at being woken up, but it was all that Tim could think of to do at this moment and he didn't feel like leaving their argument to fester any longer than it had to.
Kon still hasn't said anything by the time that the second verse started playing so Tim decided to start talking to bring Kon out.
"Kon. I know you're in your room. I came here to talk. And bring you a grand romantic gesture. The ones that you always love from the movies."
Still nothing.
Tim starts thinking of ways to get Kon to respond when he hears Cassie shout from down the hall.
"I swear to God! It's almost 1 in the fucking morning! Turn your music off and deal with your relationship shit tomorrow!"
Naturally, Tim didn't listen.
Instead, he kept the boombox where it was, listening to the song start over on its loop, and decided that he should probably speed up the process to prevent bodily harm from Cassie.
"I'm sorry!" Tim settles on, deciding it was the most to-the-point. "I mean I would do it again in a heartbeat. That's probably not the best way to start an apology but I think that lying would be worse."
Tim listens to the ending chords of the song again, coming up empty for something else to say.
He decides that a simple "Kon, please talk to me," will suffice.
He's almost to the point of admitting defeat before Kon's door opens and he's borderline violently pulled inside.
Kon, honestly, didn't look super happy to see Tim.
"Don't take this as me forgiving you," Kon grumbled, sitting on the side of his bed and rubbing his eyes.
"I heard Cassie's door open and she didn't sound too happy. I may be mad at you, but I wouldn't have much of a boyfriend left if she got to you."
Tim realized that the music had been turned off, probably with Kon's TTK, so he sets the boombox down on Kon's desk.
He walks over to stand in front of Kon, reaching out for his hand.
Kon lets him take it and intertwine their fingers slowly.
"You know why I'm mad, right?" Kon asks, placing the hand not in use on Tim's waist.
"Yeah. You're mad that I took a hit for you."
Kon looks up at Tim. "Yes, but I'm more mad that you're hurt. Tim, I love you. And there's no way that you're not going to be in dangerous situations. You're not going to stop being a hero, I wouldn't ask you to and I wouldn't even want you to. But I already have to deal with being worried about you getting hurt in normal situations without you jumping in front of me to get stabbed."
Kon buries his face in Tim's neck and lets his TTK wrap around him lightly.
"I know you worry about me Kon, but I can handle a wound here and there."
"Tim! A knife went through your shoulder!"
Tim shrugged. "Again, not anything I haven't dealt with before. Come to think of it, I can say that about a lot of things. Which might be slightly worrisome."
Kon kissed the spot right behind Tim's ear. "More than a little worrisome. I feel like I should bring that up to someone but I don't know who could actually keep you out of trouble."
Tim smiles. "I don't think it's possible. Anyway, back to you forgiving me because you care about me too much to stay mad at me for long and because I almost died trying to play music outside of your room for you."
Kon groans. "The thing is, I'm not even that mad at you anymore. I just want you to be okay."
Kon pulls back, only to kiss Tim on the lips and put his head back into Tim's neck.
"I'm tired because someone woke me up. Feel like staying the night?"
Tim squeezed Kon's hand, leaning more into his boyfriend. "Sure. But the team is gonna be suspicious."
Kon snorts into Tim's neck, causinging Tim to twitch. "I think after your whole boombox stunt the team is already suspicious. Assuming they didn't already know. Plus, it's about time anyway. That is if you're still good with telling them. It has been 2 weeks already."
"I'm fine with telling them. Up to you whether you want to tell the team or my family first."
"Definitely the team. I'm pretty sure they either all know or have been expecting this for a long time. I think Cassie knew about my feelings for you before I even did. And Bart has definitely been low-key shipping us."
Tim starts laughing. "I actually think that he started a legitimate fan page online. And, if it makes you feel any better, my brothers have been bothering me about you for years so I believe they will be exactly 0% surprised. You'll still have to deal with at least 4 different shovel talks. I don't know if Bruce will get involved. Probably so."
"I don't know if that was supposed to be reassuring babe, but it wasn't." Kon fell backward into his bed, carefully bringing Tim down with him, using his TTK to support his shoulder.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how against are you just sleeping in your suit because I can't be bothered to undress you. Or let you go long enough for you to do it yourself."
Tim moved slowly to place his head on a pillow and intertwine his legs with Kon's.
"Like a 4, but I'm comfortable so I'm fine just sleeping like this."
Kon moves his head to face Tim again, his eyes already closed. "You, sleep? Never."
Tim chuckles, letting his eyes fall closed as well. "Only when you're around."
"Glad I could help," Kon mumbles.