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It is a joke among the young superhero community that, despite their superpowers and heightened senses, the members of the Superfamily are usually oblivious to social cues and surroundings. To an extent, Conner Kent grudgingly has to admit that such an assumption is partially true. With superheating and heightened vision, it is easy to get distracted by the unwanted noise and miss other signs such as body language or particular voice tones of those surrounding them in order to avoid the constant overwhelming input.
Nevertheless, Conner Kent, despite his bravado and careless and cheeky attitude, is not as oblivious as others may think.
“Robin, status,” he hears Red Robin say.
His tone sounds as serious as always during missions. Focused, stern, and bordering on cold. Yet Kon knows Tim well enough, and he does notice the urgency lacing his words. It is very well-concealed, and Kon knows he would have missed it if he hadn’t been so familiarized with it.
However, despite his own nervousness, Kon does not say a thing and instead watches at Tim’s fingers rummage through the different wires of the device with steady fine moves with one hand while he holds a wire cutter with the other.
“On it,” Kon hears Robin say through the commlink attached to Tim’s left ear.
Robin’s tone sounds just as cold, but due to the dynamic of the siblings’ relationship, Kon is able to catch the slight annoyance in Tim’s younger brother’s words.
“Take your time, no rush,” Red Robin says picking one of the wires, and if the red numbers on the bomb’s timer weren’t alarmingly low, Kon would have found the sarcasm in his boyfriend’s voice kind of amusing.
“I said I am on it,” Kon hears Robin say.
02:15:42
A couple of seconds go by and Kon shifts in his place as he looks away from the timer and in the direction of the nearest window. If worse comes to worst, Kon knows he will have enough time to pull the other up and away in time. It wouldn’t be the first time he would be dragging a pissed-off Tim away from danger and to a safer location.
“Dami,” he hears his younger brother’s voice through Tim’s earbud. Unlike Tim or Damian’s, Jon’s worry is blatantly obvious. However, it is not the open urgency that catches Kon’s attention, but rather the slightly desperate note on it. One that matches Kon’s uneasy feeling.
01:57:19
“No names on the field,” Robin says and Kon shifts in his place ready to reach for Tim and flee.
Although uncommon when working with the bats, failed missions were nothing new.
Yet before he can pull Tim up, Robin speaks again.
“Ready,”
“On three,” Red Robin nods and Kon listens to the short countdown before Red Robin cuts one of the wires.
01:48:19
Kon stares at the red numbers of the timer and once he makes sure they stay frozen, he lets go a sigh.
“Well done, baby bat,” Tim says dropping his tense posture, and this time Kon smiles when he catches the respite on his boyfriend’s tone.
“Call me that again and you will not live to see another day, Drake,” Kon chuckles when he hears Damian’s response. It is kind of amusing how the sibling's dynamic will stay the same no matter the situation.
“Sure thing, little bat,” Tim says amusedly as Kon grabs him in his arms, “See you at the meeting point,”
A couple of buildings away, Kon lands on the roof of one of Gotham’s skyscrapers.
“That was fun,” Red Robin says sarcastically as Kon lets go.
“Yeah, let’s not do it again though,” he says drily.
Now that there is no threat of two different synchronized bombs about to go off in different parts of the city, Kon can finally give his boyfriend a piece of his mind.
“You can’t keep doing things like that!” he hears Jon exclaim angrily only a second before he can say those same exact words to Tim and they both turn in time to see the other two land on the same roof.
A quick look confirms that besides their evident angry looks, both of them are unscratched.
“I do not take orders from you, Superboy,” Robin says coldly and Kon almost rolls his eyes at Tim’s younger brother’s words. He has heard similar versions of the same statement from Tim before.
They may not be related by blood, but they sure as hell share more traits than they both would like to admit. Kon values his life enough to keep his mouth shut, thank you very much.
“Damian, that was dangerous!” Jon insists and this time Kon looks back at them in surprise.
There is a deep frown on Jon’s features and he recognizes the glint of anger and frustration in his brother’s eyes as he ignores everything in favor of looking at the person in his arms.
It is not a common look on Jon and one he has never seen his brother direct to someone before. Not even to Jay with whom Jon used to team up with back in Metropolis before they broke it off.
Furthermore, Conner Kent could count on one hand the number of times he has heard his younger brother call the Robin by his full name. It is usually a variant of the other’s name but never this way.
“Perhaps you missed it, but let me remind you that this is Gotham-” Damian says sternly in Jon’s grip. However, Jon doesn’t let go, and Kon watches as Jon’s grip tightens slightly around the Robin.
“I don’t care! You can’t pull shit like that off!” Jon practically snarls.
With slightly widened eyes, Kon blinks at that, and almost all of his own annoyance dissipates at Jon’s choice of words and tone.
Despite being older now, and despite the terrible things he had to endure during his time in space, Kon and his family were thankful that Jon didn’t lose his sweet and caring persona. Surely, he changed in some ways. His trust in others wavered, he started to question some aspects he had never done before, and his views on the world became more mature in the way that only time and experience could give someone. Yet despite it all, some things remain constant. Jon still opens the door for old ladies and goes out of his way to help others even out the cape, and moreover, he still does not cuss much to Kon’s amusement.
Therefore, when the word rolls down his younger brother’s tongue in an infuriated tone that he had never heard him talk with before, Kon’s eyes narrow in interest to watch as Damian pushes at him roughly and Kon repairs on the way Jon’s finger tighten for only a fraction of a second around the other before he lets him go, yet he does not relax a single bit.
Oh.
Briefly, Kon wonders if he is imagining things or if he is reading too much and he wonders if Tim is seeing the same thing he does as their younger brothers’ quarrel gets even more heated. However, when he glances in Red Robin to see the other focused entirely on tapping on the holographic keyboard on his wrist, Kon smirks to himself.
Clearly, it is not Kon the one who is not paying attention this time.
“If you cannot follow through with a simple plan, then do me a favor and not bother to come next time,” Robin snarls and Kon represses a flinch at his harsh words.
Damian Wayne is very well known for his unfiltered speech and witty and confident character. Nevertheless, when such words are aimed at his younger brother, Kon can’t control the slight urge of protectiveness towards his brother.
Yet, he knows better than interfere. Partly because he knows enough from Tim that Robin’s own self-defense mechanism is lashing out. A trait that both Wayne brothers seem to share despite not being related by blood. But mostly because he knows Jon and Damian’s relationship is way more complicated than that.
Tim and he may have been in a relationship for a couple of years and counting, but Jon and Damian have history. One that to this day, Kon always thought was more like a sibling/best friend relationship before he had realized -not more than a minute ago- that he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Shit.
“Knock it off the both of you,” Tim deadpans distractedly and completely unperturbed by the unfolding scene before them, as only a brother used to his other siblings' petty fighting could and Kon suppresses a snort.
Oh Timmy…
“Batman wants us back at the cave for report,” Tim says blankly and Jon watches Robin nod simply before taking a step away from Jon with his grappling hook in hand. To him, the conversation is over, yet Jon’s deep frown says otherwise, and for a second, Kon thinks he is about to stop him.
Deciding that he must interfere this time, Kon places a comforting hand on his younger’s brother. He feels Jon tense in surprise for a second, but he does not move away as they both watch the youngest of the team shoot the zipping line to a nearby building before testing the firmness of it.
“I do not have all night,” Robin says impatiently and even with the mask on, Kon can totally picture his boyfriend rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. Yet still completely oblivious to the thick tension surrounding the other two.
Been there and done that, Timmy. Wait till you find out.
Son of the best detective my ass.
“Do you need a lift?” Kon asks cheekily adopting an easy posture as he rests half of his weight on Jon’s shoulder. They are almost the same height now, and he knows that soon, Jon will probably be as tall as he is, however, Kon will be damned if he doesn’t exploit the couple of inches he still has over his younger brother every moment he gets.
“We’re good, thank you both for your help,” Tim nods with a smile as he gets his own grappling hook.
“Anything for you, babe,” Kon smirks.
“I’ll text you,” Tim smiles under his mask, and just like that, both take off.
Kon looks at his younger brother through the corner of his eye and a pang of sympathy washes through him when he notices the way Jon follows the Robins before they disappear into the night.
“Why is he always like this?” Jon asks still visibly affected and frustrated.
Kon smiles in sympathy. A couple of years ago, when Kon used to be in a similar situation as his brother is now, he used to ask himself the same question regarding Tim. He wishes he had an answer to that. Nevertheless, although less common, Tim still pulls some very questionable strategies at times. Surely they are not as dangerous as they used to be, but he no longer lets his pride prevent him from receiving help and care. After all, communication is the key and time has allowed Kon to handle it slightly better than before.
“I know, it still pisses me off at times too,” Kon shrugs and pats his older brother twice on the shoulder, “Come on, Jonno, race you back home,”
It doesn’t matter how grown-up Jon might be now. His sweet little brother has no idea what he’s getting himself into.
Kon doesn’t say anything at first. Not because he thinks he may be wrong, but because he has some recon work to do before he drops the figurative bomb on Tim.
Only two days later, they find themselves in the Batcave.
With Bruce still gone for a Wayne Enterprises trip with Alfred; Dick and Jason busy on a mission in Bludhaven; and the girls and Duke on a different mission in outer space, Kon offered to stick around for a couple of days. Mainly because with Dick, Bruce, and Alfred gone, there’s no one to watch Tim’s caffeine consumption, but also because he loves breaking Batman’s ‘No Kryptonians allowed in the Batcave’ rule. One that he had found hilarious ever since Tim told him about it, and one that is blatantly broken time and time again with or without the Batman himself present.
And although usually, he would be more invested in pestering his boyfriend until he gives up his work in favor of getting some night-time activities and catching up on some very much-needed sleep, this time Kon lets his boyfriend do his detective work as he busies himself with watching their younger brothers spare.
There is a dim red light illuminating the sparing ring nearby, and although Kon is not far enough to not feel some of the radiation emanating from it, he doesn’t mind the effects much.
After spending a fair amount of time in the manor, such a feature in the Batcave is no longer surprising, and despite how unimpressed he had been the first time he had seen it, he has to admit that it provides a good way for training with significantly dimmed superpowers.
As Tim taps silently on the keyboard of the computer, completely oblivious to their younger brothers’ match, Kon flinches when he sees a punch connect with one of Jon’s cheeks. Although he can’t hear the crunch of the bone due to the Red Kryptonite’s radiation emanating from the special bulbs, he knows it had been one mean punch.
“You are not paying attention, Kent” Damian says sternly, and Jon jumps back on his feet to barely dodge Damian’s second blow.
Once back on his feet, Jon retaliates, however, his move is oddly controlled even when he has no real need to watch for his super strength. By doing so, he leaves an opening that Damian takes to deliver a swift kick to Jon’s ribcage that knocks the air out of Jon and forces him to take a step back in order to not fall.
Kon has to admit, that Damian Wayne’s fighting style is very unique and even mesmerizing despite that is to be expected considering his uprising. The youngest of Wayne’s moves are quick and gracefully deadly, and no matter how much he may love Jon, he has to admit that if there’s anyone who should be holding back, that should be Damian.
Not that he does.
Such kind of training is meant to show weak spots in order to correct them, and Damian does not coy away from under-the-belt moves if that means teaching Jon what his weaknesses are. Kon has been in this business long enough to know that is a way of caring.
“Your brother is beating mine up into a pulp,” Kon singsongs eying in Tim’s direction as the other takes a sip from his batmug of decaffeinated tea.
Tim looks away from the computer just in time to see Damian land an open-palmed hit on Jon’s clavicle.
He doesn’t seem impressed at all and returns his attention back to the computer.
“Yeah, make sure they don’t kill each other on our watch,” Tim says distractedly and Kon chuckles at that.
No kidding. Babysitting is no easy task.
Kon returns his attention back to the younger couple in time to see Jonathan land a punch against Damian’s side, one that is enough to push the other to lose his balance. However, Jonathan vacillates in the last moment, and his eyes widen slightly in worry for only a fraction of a second. A fraction of a second is all Damian needs, and he grabs Jonathan by the neck of Jon’s shirt to pull him down with him.
On their way down, Jon is quick to sneak a hand to the back of the younger to pillow his head from a nasty hit and Kon wonders if the other notices the caring action.
Damian frowns and he uses their momentum to make sure he ends on top and delivers a hit on the same sensible spot by Jonathan’s clavicle. A particularly hard one.
Interesting.
Then, Kon watches carefully as his brother freezes into place for a moment before he rolls to switch their positions. Jon may be less skillful in combat without his powers but even without them, he is taller and stronger than Damian.
He closes his hands around Damian’s wrists to pin him down and a smirk tugs at his lips.
“Gotcha,” he says cockily, but it is short-lived and Kon suppresses a snort when the younger lifts his hips to gain enough momentum in order to break free and brawl Jon back underneath him, placing a hand on Jon’s shoulder to keep him in place while he uses the other to support his weight. This time, Jon doesn’t fight him and instead stares up at the other with widened eyes and a blush dusting his cheeks. One which Kon simply knows that has nothing to do with the exercise.
“Were you saying, Kent?” Damian shots back but Jon does not move a muscle even though he could very well remove him from his person if he really wanted.
Kon can’t blame him, if that were him and Tim, he too wouldn’t be particularly interested in breaking free either.
Jon smiles at Damian and they stare at each other before the younger quickly and awkwardly pushes himself up and away, but Jon does not move.
“My bad, give me a hand, Dami?” Jon asks lifting a hand for the other to take and Kon rolls his eyes at that.
That’s perhaps one of the most clichés moves in the book and there is simply no way the other is falling for it. He doesn’t know where Jon is getting his flirting moves from, but Kon makes a mental note to tease him about it later.
“You are a disgrace,” Damian says and much to Kon’s surprise, he does reach for Jon’s hand.
Jon’s hand closes around the other’s wrist and Kon smirks when he sees him pull the other back down to the ground to reassume their sparring.
“What a dirty move, Kent,” Damian concedes as they brawl around.
“Learned from the best,” Jon says playfully.
Kon figures that no amount of bleach will be able to raid him of the memory of this weird foreplay of theirs.
“Jonno has a crush on Damian,” he says quietly knowing that Jon won’t be able to hear him.
And then promptly laughs when he sees Tim spits the tea all over the keyboard of the bat computer as he turns in the others’ direction so fast that Kon is sure he almost gives himself whiplash.
“Shit,” Tim says slightly horrified after he finally picks up on the signs.
“How did I miss this?” Tim asks a week later as he hits one of the robots with his staff before turning to look Superboy leverage Robin up with both hands to give him enough momentum to land on top of another robot a few meters up as he uses his heated vision on a third one aiming at Robin.
“Told ya’, babe,” Kon says as he rips the metal of another robot.
Jon catches Damian on his way down, and the other rolls easily on his back in time to throw a set of batarangs at another machine. It was like watching a well-practiced and coordinated act rather than a fight.
Never let it be said that Metropolis is boring.
“Whatever, help me here,” Tim says as he finally reaches the main control center and Kon does a quick work of tearing the metallic the seal protecting the power source.
Efficient as always, Red Robin does a quick work of the cables and just like that, the swarm of robots drops to the ground like flies.
“Took you forever,” Robin calls out and Tim rolls his eyes under his mask as Kon snakes an arm around his waist to fly them back to the main ground.
Yet before Red Robin can reply, the red light at the center of every single robot and the classic tell-tale sound of a programmed synchronized explosion stops him on his tracks.
Kon’s eyes widen and he locks his gaze on his younger brother as a look of understanding crosses between them. Without skipping a beat and in a quick movement, both Kryptonians grab their respective partners one second only to fly out of the warehouse the next.
Shielding Tim’s body with his own, Kon cradles Tim’s head before landing on the ground. Pressing himself closer, he covers the other with his body to protect him from the heat wave and the following debris of shattered glass and metal.
A couple of seconds go by, and it is not until the noise of destruction stops that Kon finally lifts himself to look down at Tim, and gives him enough room.
“I’m okay,” Tim announces slightly out of breath and Kon does a quick checkup to confirm that in fact, minor scratches had been the only injuries the other had sustained.
With his heart beating in his ears, Kon looks around to find Jon and Damian in a similar position and watches as Jon helps Damian sit on the ground to check up on him just as he had done with Tim a second ago.
With a relieved sigh, Kon turns to look at Tim who’s already pressing his middle finger against his ear to call up for containment back up.
“Easy,” Kon says pressing a hand on Red Robin’s shoulder.
A couple of minutes go by and it is only after Tim and Damian’s heartbeats steady when Kon finally lets the other up.
“Let me guess, Luthor’s idea?”
Kon grimaces.
“Stop it Kent, I am fine,” Damian says and both of them turn to see Damian sitting on the ground. However, his tone is a little sluggish and by the way Tim shifts to look in their direction, it seems that he notices as well. Tim jumps to and starts walking in the direction of the others with Kon following close by as they gather once again. Damian stands up as well and takes a step forward but he stumbles down, and Jonathan catches him by the waist and helps him down to a sitting position.
“I am fine, it is just dizziness,” Robin insists easily even though one of the sides of his mask is torn.
“Some debris fell on us on the way here,” Jon explains without looking away from the younger vigilante as Tim kneels next to Damian. Gently, he removes Damian’s domino mask, and he frowns when he sees unfocused green eyes staring back at him.
“I am fine,” Robin glares at his brother but Tim ignores him in favor of lifting a finger in front of his brother’s face.
“Sure thing, brat, follow my finger,” Tim orders and Damian does so. Although overall okay, Kon does notice the unfocused gaze on those green eyes.
“You have a concussion,” Tim says and Damian frowns in annoyance before the look of displeasure turns into a smirk.
“It appears I will be indisposed no Gala for me next week,” he says evilly and Kon hides a snort at the way Tim’s mouth falls.
“Hell no, brat, I am not dealing with that whole shitshow myself,”
“Can you repeat yourself? My vision is getting blurry,” Damian deadpans.
This time, Kon does laugh. The batfamily’s interactions may be quite insane at times but it is always entertaining to watch. Furthermore, Kon doesn’t miss the way Jon visibly relaxes and smiles softly. It figures that if Damian is cocky enough to talk back to his brother, then probably the concussion is not that serious. Then again by how petty the Bats can be, Kon wouldn’t put it past them to be this cheeky even when in mortal danger.
“Superboy, can you take him back to Metropolis, we’ll take care of the wrap-up,” Tim asks without raising to the bait.
Without skipping a beat, Jon nods repeatedly and he sneaks an arm around Damian’s back and the other underneath his knees, yet before Jon can pull him up, Robin stops him.
“I will not be carried like a damsel in distress,” Damian says when Jon sneaks an arm behind his back and another under his knees.
“A Dami-sel in distress,” Jon jokes pulling him up easily.
“Tt,”
“So sorry Dami, this way is easier,” Jon apologizes even though he doesn’t sound apologetical at all, but rather quite the opposite.
“Make sure he stays awake until we’re back,” Tim adds and Jon nods firmly.
Both older men watch their younger brothers take off and if Kon notices the way he keeps the other claddled close to him and flies at a slow speed, he doesn’t say anything.
“This is ridiculous, I am fine,” Kon hears Damian say in the distance.
“I kind of missed it though,”
“Whatever,”
Once out of view, Kon looks at his boyfriend with a smirk.
“Wanna bet how long it takes them to figure it out?”
“To me, it looks like Jon has figured it out, how long do you think it will take for him to make the move?”
“I give him a couple of months,”
“Hn,”
“Think Damian will give my little brother a hard time, Drake?” Kon asks teasingly rolling Tim's last name in fake warning.
Tim smirks right back.
“Even if he does, I think Jon will pester my little brother until he caves in,”
Kon’s laughs. That is not an unfair statement.
“Worked for me,”
“Wonder why,”
An hour later, they find the younger duo still dressed in their uniforms and sitting on Jon’s ratty couch in his small one-bedroom apartment watching a movie on Jon’s laptop. Damian seems tired but cognizant with a Superman mug of tea between his hands as he stares at the screen.
The sight is quite cute and Kon thinks to himself that they’d make quite the pair. They have always had.
Tim checks on Damian as soon as they get there while Kon’s attention falls on the badly concealed look of displeasure look in Jon’s eyes when Damian pulls away to stand up.
“Looks like you’ll be fine for Friday,”
“Whatever, Drake,”
That night, after both Waynes had left and Kon had been in the middle of raiding Jon’s cupboard in search of cereal Jon enters the small kitchen.
“Can I ask you something?” Jon asks after a while.
“Shoot,” Kon says as he helps himself with a bowl of cereal.
“How did you ask Tim out?”
Kon stops dead in his tracks.
After a lengthy and introspective sibling talk, he texts Tim that night.
Kon: I take it back, it’s a month tops.
Timmy: Omg. Bruce is going to lose it. I love it.
“How did I miss all the signs?” Tim asks sourly next to him and Kon turns to look at his boyfriend as he takes a delicate sip from his champagne glass. Pinky finger out and all.
Normally, Kon would be just as anxious as his boyfriend to ditch the party and busy himself with other more important matters such as tearing that Armani tuxedo off of Tim and have his way until the other is seeing stars. However, Kon guesses that he will have time for that later and he has to admit that this night’s entertainment is not so bad.
“Guess not even the brightest son of the best detective can match my mad observational skills,” Kon humbly informs as he follows his boyfriend’s line of sight in the direction of their younger brothers a couple of meters away chatting by the drinks table.
“Dames, you’re not legal enough to drink,” Jon smiles at the amused teasing tone lacing his brother’s words as he watches Damian pick a champagne glass.
“Do not ruin my fun, Kent,” Damian replies sharply as he pointedly takes a sip from the glass, ignoring the server’s and Jon’s looks. However, there is no real heat in his words.
Jonathan gives him a pout, that makes Kon chuckle.
Those used to be very effective on Clark and Lois, and even on himself, back in the day, when Jonathan’s cheeks were chubbier and his bright blue eyes occupied half of his face. Yet the effect was not quite the same now that he was older. As a former expert flirt, Kon makes a mental note to tease Jon about it whenever he gets the chance.
“Stop eavesdropping on my little brother's conversation without telling me what they are saying,” Tim says in fake annoyance and then pretends to take a sip from his glass when Jon glances their way. Kon doesn’t and instead smiles at his brother before the other returns his attention back to his partner.
“Jonno is not as smooth as he likes to think he is,” he laughs knowing rather well the other will be able to hear him, making Tim snort.
“Am I boring you, Dami?” Jon asks with a smirk and Kon’s eyes widen slightly.
Now that is better. Maybe Jon has actually learned some things in college other than classes and content.
“No, your presence makes this whole ordeal bearable,”
This time it’s Kon’s turn to snort. Damian Wayne is a savage.
“Wayne galas are not that terrible,” Jon says and Kon has to call that complete bullshit.
Galas are just as awful as the bat kids make them sound. Probably even worse. The place is full of pompous rich people and most of the conversations do not stray far from swallow conversations, false compliments, money, subtle insults, and blatant presumptuous displays. No wonder why this city is as messed up as it is. Not that he’d say that out loud. The Wayne kids, especially Tim and Jason, who were born and raised in Gotham, do tend to get protective of their gloomy deathtrap.
By the way Damian raises an eyebrow at his younger brother, Kon knows he is also not fooled by Jon’s best effort at lightening the mood.
“Okay, they are just as bad as I remember them to be,” Jon admits with a shrug.
“Todd says they are better if you are inebriated, Father has not admitted it out loud, but he must agree,”
“Wanna get out of here and get smoothies?” Jon asks with a conspirative smile and Damian glances in the other attendants’ direction in consideration before nodding.
“Thought you would never ask, corncob,”
“Wait, are they living?” Tim asks in surprise as he watches the couple discretely hurry away in the direction of the elevators.
“Looks that way,” Kon grins as he watches Jon reach for one of Damian’s hands.
“No way they are leaving us stuck here,” Tim insists with a frown even though there is no real annoyance in his tone as Kon follows them with his X-ray vision as they make their way up to the rooftop. Jon doesn’t let go of Damian’s hand and Damian doesn’t snatch his hand away.
“We’re in civilian clothes, Kent,” Damian reminds the other once they reach the rooftop.
“Come on, Dames, we’ll be at the bubble spot in the blink of an eye, and I’ll take us to another rooftop,” Jon smiles, and Kon realizes right then and there that although Jon may not smile as often as he used to, he does so a lot when in the company of the youngest Wayne.
“Fine, but we’re not doing the princess carry again, I have a reputation to maintain,”
“Yes, my prince,” Jon chuckles as he sneaks a hand around the other’s waist.
And just like that, they leave, leaving a humming Tim next to him.
Kon stops paying attention to the couple and with their only source of entertainment gone, Kon wonders whether they can make a swift escape of their own.
“That brat will owe me big time after I cover for him today,” Tim laments and Kon turns to look at him with a smile on his face.
“Remember I said a month? I think it’ll take even less than that, Tim’s eyes widen at that.
“Shit, our brothers are actually getting hitched,” Tim says, and his startled look turns into one that is pure evil.
“It seems that I’ll be able to get back at Damian after all when I give Jon the shovel talk,” Tim says gleefully, and Kon’s smile visibly wavers.
“No hard feelings though,” Tim adds.
Kon knows what he is talking about.
The day they announced they were dating; all of the bats cheerfully congratulated them and gave him their own version of the shovel talk. Some of them, including Jason, Damian, and Bruce himself smiled at him before swiftly reminding him, in no uncertain terms, about their not-so-secret stash of Kryptonite.
It had been just as cute as it had been scary.
Lucky for Jon, he won’t be as caught off guard as he had been. After all, Kon is, in fact, an exemplary older brother.