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Marinette slowly inched into the room, hoping beyond reason that she would be able to make her way to the bathroom without being spotted.
The part-Kryptonian bane of her existence, no doubt having heard of her predicament was bound to be hanging around somewhere just waiting to laugh at her.
It seemed that no matter what she did since they came to the Young Justice’s HQ, he had been right behind her or around the nearest corner, just waiting to give her some sort of weird remark or laugh at her.
It was unnerving because she knew that he could hear her heartbeat, which meant that he would be able to detect wherever she was.
It also meant that he had to be able to hear the way her heartrate increased just the teensiest bit when he was around.
She hoped he chalked it up to fear, which was honestly better than the alternative.
Kon-El was not someone she wanted to have a crush on. He was stubborn, abrasive, and crass. And he seemed to chase anything with tits, even if she had seen the way he also looked at Robin when he thought no one was looking.
Not that she could blame him, cause Robin was awfully handsome, and it was easy to get a little hot and bothered when he was issuing out orders like that, even if Superboy seemed to consistently settle on the ‘bothered’ part.
Kon-El was all over the place. All in all, not someone to get involved with.
In an effort to avoid him, she darted through the living area, trying to cross it as quickly as possible, but a hand shot out and pulled her down when she passed the couch.
She closed her eyes and braced herself for landing, but the impact was softened by what was supposedly the best superpower in the world.
That wasn’t to last though.
She heard a choked sound and the TTK dropped her, so she landed hard on the ground with an ‘oof’
“Shit!” Kon rose from the couch and reached a hand out to help her up. He let go as soon as she was back on her feet, took a small step back and gave her a slow once-over, lingering on several of her barely-covered body parts.
His lips were twitching and by the time he finally met her eyes, he was shaking with barely suppressed mirth.
Marinette narrowed her eyes at him, which finally burst the bubble and he broke out into a full belly-laugh.
She scowled at him which only made him laugh harder.
“You look like an extra from The Dukes of Hazzard!” he gasped.
“I was set up!” she cried in protest.
“You should have known better than to bet against the YJ, little lady,” he teased in a horrible Southern accent.
She shoved against his chest and gave it a small slap in frustration when he didn’t budge at all.
“There was no way in hell that Bart would have been quicker than Kaalki’s Teleport,” she argued hotly. “How was I supposed to know that Bart had struck a deal with Max to show him tech from the future if he fumbled on purpose?! I can’t compete with that!”
Kon laughed again and shrugged. “What can I say? At Young Justice, we play to win. We never claimed to be playing fair.”
Marinette made an indignant squeak and crossed her arms in front of her, only barely refraining from stomping her foot.
He gave her a mischievous grin. “Can’t argue with the results though. I love the boots.”
He nudged her cowboy boots with his own shoe.
“And the hat is a nice touch,” he chuckled and bumped his forehead against the rim of the pink Stetson, which brought him a lot closer than he had been, but still created a barrier between them.
“I don’t even know where Bart got all this stuff,” she told him, helplessly gesturing at the ridiculous hat.
“He’s an Alabama-boy. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was already in his wardrobe. The two of you are almost the same size. That boy is tiny.”
Marinette took a sceptical look down herself, taking in the pink plaid button-down that had been tied into a knot just below her chest and the matching pink cowboy boots.
“Even the mini-skirt?”
Kon bent backwards a bit and stretched to the side to check her out better.
He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly. “Yeah, I think I’ve seen him in it once or twice.”
Marinette snorted. “I don’t believe you. He would never wear this.”
Kon made a disbelieving sound. “No shaming! He can wear whatever he wants to wear.”
“Yeah. I have no doubt the shirt is his, but there is no way in hell that Bart would wear a jean mini-skirt. It’s not practical for running in.”
He smirked at her and Marinette got the distinct feeling that she had walked into some sort of trap.
“Wanna bet?”
Marinette took a deep breath, weighing her options.
“Terms?”
“If the skirt is Bart’s and he has worn it before, I win. If he hasn’t, you win.”
“And the prize?”
Kon’s smirk turned into a smile. “If you win, you get to change your clothes – I’ll handle Bart.”
Marinette nodded, almost agreeing on the spot.
“And if I win,” he continued slowly, “I get a kiss.”
Marinette’s eyes narrowed at the way his smile widened.
“From you, on the lips. Preferably with tongue, but that one’s optional,” he elaborated, extinguishing her hope of simply kissing his cheek.
Or getting Adrien to kiss him for her. He would probably jump at the chance.
“Fine,” she told him, before she could remind herself of what a horrible idea it was.
His smile turned into something else, and she was reminded of what an apex predator he had the potential to be.
She had never been more aware of all the noises her body was making he was certainly able to hear the gulp she made as he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers as they went in search for Bart.
“Hey, Imp!” Kon called out when they reached the kitchen.
Bart looked up from the leftover pizza he had been digging through.
“When was the last time you wore that skirt?” Kon asked casually.
Bart cocked his head, considering. “Last Friday, I think. It sucks to wear because I always have friction burns unless I wear leggings underneath, but I rock that thing. I think Rob took a photo.”
The boy returned to his food and Kon turned his annoyingly smug face back towards Marinette.
“Now, where were we?”
He put his arms around her and pushed her into a dip, pursing his lips and moving forwards.
Marinette put a hand up in front of her, so Kon ended up kissing her palm.
“The agreement was that you could get a kiss.” She gave him a smirk. “We never agreed on when you could have it.”
She laughed and pushed herself out of his arms, finally making it to the bathroom.
“Oh, Come on!” She heard Kon whining as the door shut behind her.
He’d have his kiss before they left.
It was only five weeks more.