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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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Type: One-Shot (possibly more)

Pairing: Regency! Reader x Regency! Kon Kent

AU: Regency

Word Count: 2,625

Content: regency terms, flashback, fluff and some kind of angst

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Some of the most damaging things in this life have to deal with our emotions, what we can control and what we can’t. Things that are completely and totally out of our own control, tend to be the things that ruin us, completely and utterly shatter us.

And something about the way that shattering somehow hurts and is so addictive at the same time can drive many insane. How your heart splitting and your soul crying can co-exist with the need for more, more of it, the thing that almost destroyed you, yet you couldn’t help but crave more.

More of the pain and more of the love you were feeling as your world became nothing more than dust and ash around you. Because after all, you got to feel it again, one last time before you’d never get to feel it again.

In the end, love was a poison, drug- a death sentence and a savior all the same. Because it could build you up and break you down. Love hurts as much as it helps. Because after everything is over, you only get to love once… right?

While it was a bit unusual for ladies to be friends with gentlemen, it did not stop you from befriending two of the most popular gentlemen of the seasons… well at least you had befriended one of them before the last season began, it allowed you to have a genuine friendship despite dozens of other ladies they could have been courting.

But now that you were an adult officially, now that you were eligible for marriage they might go running. After all they were only your friends because you weren’t eligible right? Now that their previously younger ineligible friend was eligible, did that mean they were going to abandon you and start courting girls they were romantically interested in?

After all, your mother said it was what was going to happen. They saw the unladylike you and could never see you as a possible bride or wife. You were a friend… a little sister, nothing more and it stung.

Stung deeply as the feelings that were brewing in you grew stronger. The letters you shared with the two always made you feel giddy. Timothy was your childhood friend; the older brother you wished you had had. He made you laugh and smile and made you feel safe.

But his best friend… your friend Kon… your heart yearns for something more. Something beyond friendship and something that was so inconceivable considering how you acted.

So, to protect yourself-your family and… and your heart you began to avoid them. Rarely replying to letters with bland responses and lies. You didn’t join them at the parties their families invited you too in the freezing months before the season.

Trapped in your home with your mother's rules and lessons nearly suffocated you but she was right. Gentlemen would never want to marry a girl like you, they want ladies, and you couldn’t become a spinster… it would ruin your family, it would destroy you. You couldn’t. So, you let her lessons become actual lessons rather than mumblings you tuned out.

So, when spring came, when the earth was warmed by the sun and vibrant buds bloomed with petals of various colors you begged to go out. Your mother was distracted with planning party after party and event after event with other mothers and you were able to slip out with just your maid as an escort.

The park gardens were colorful and fresh, making the brilliant blue skies pop as the lush green bushes holding delicate flowers painted the grounds. You loved the gardens; they were usually empty and so pretty. Trees lined pathways creating shadows for you to play in, relishing those few moments you had left to act like a girl before the season started and you officially became a lady.

“My lady,” Your maid began scurrying after you as you hopped from shadow to shadow, “Please take your parasol, the mistress would be so upset if all the months inside went to waste, and your cheeks were flushed with the freckles.”

You paused, sighing for a moment before turning back towards her with a half-smile on your face. The brim of your hat hanging low to cover your sagging brows but not to hide your eyes.

“Fine, fine. I will use the parasol… though I still believe it’s better as a weapon than a sun shield.”

Your maid laughed and you began walking towards her to retrieve the parasol when you noticed two gentlemen quite a way behind you. You paused as your maid passed the parasol into your hand watching them. It took you barely a moment to recognize the loosened cravat around one of their necks and the red and yellow edge cravat around the other one.

Intaking sharply, you spun around, and your maid blinked. Forcing a smile on your face you quickly popped the parasol and hid yourself behind it. They couldn’t see you or they’d want to talk, and you couldn’t talk.

Continuing to move down the path though more normally now and a tad slower you kept the parasol blocking anyone passing’s view. They probably didn’t notice you, you were fine, how could they? In this dress and hat you were practically unrecognizable from that far away. You took in a breath though, when the sound of fast footsteps echoed in your ears. You almost stopped when you saw a small child-a little girl in a colored dress racing by you.

A smile sprung to your face, and you let out the sigh of relief… just a moment too soon.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Lady Y/N L/N.” A startling familiar voice echoed into your ears.

It reminded you of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of ink and parchment-it reminded you of a meeting that had happened barely a year before.

The library reeked of firewood, and you were basking in it. Timothy Drake-Wayne sat in a seat across from you flipping through a sketch book of yours. He would hum and smile before flipping the page. You knew it was because he was noticing the detailed drawings you had done of the most peculiar scenes. His siblings mid-fight, one of his brothers falling from a tree, another getting yelled at by a lady, yet another hiding on the roof a book in hand and yet another perched on a hill scribbling in a notebook so eerily familiar to your own. And finally, an image of him flying in his family lake.

“These are stunning, Y/N.” He remarked softly and you smiled, pulling your knees to your chest.

You were in your nightgown, your dressing gown hanging limply off of your shoulders, squished in a chair right next to the fireplace. Outside snow softly fell signally the last of winter before spring came. This would be considered one of the first of the season's events, you knew it was supposed to be an honor your family was hosting it but honestly being locked away upstairs while music and laughter and the smell of delicious food drifted up you got bored and frustrated quickly.

Hiding in the library you worked on one of your most recent sketches, an image of Tim’s sisters spinning around in lavish ball gowns with each other. You had been present for a brief moment of dance lessons and envied them.

However, hearing the door creak open and laughter and music slip into the room only to see your childhood friend scramble in, confused you. You gave him a look and tilted your head before blinking.

“Crazy mamas?” You asked and he nodded.

You smiled and gestured to the seat across from you. Not long later, Tim sat your sketchbook in hand examining all of your sketches.

“I was thinking,” You began capturing his attention, “of doing one of all of you for Al-Mr. Alfred’s birthday. Do you think he’d appreciate it?”

Tim nodded before closing your book and reaching over to hand it back to you.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea Y/N.”

Your fingers had just closed around the book when you heard the door swing open and a slight snarl entered the room. You blinked and Tim sighed, causing you to look at him. Pulling your book against your chest you fidgeted, moving your dressing gown around so nothing really showed.

“Tim!” A voice bellowed “Tim you traitor! Where are you?” You took a breath and suddenly a young man appeared in the tiny hallway. He pointed at Tim, his blue eyes shining as he bounced towards him.

“So, this is where you were hiding, you traitorous bastard!”

You blinked and the man hopped over so he was laying across the seat next to Tim. He looked strange; he was wearing a fine suit, but it was disheveled. His cravat loose and sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his jacket was nowhere in sight, and you blinked. He looked familiar, maybe it was the dark hair or the eyes you didn’t know. However, he was being rude, and he did just throw himself onto your chair.

“Timothy,” you began, causing the man to finally look at you, “my dear friend I hadn’t any idea you were… how did he put it? Oh yes, a bastard. I’m startled to discover this! After many many years of friendship, I was unaware! Were you ever going to enlighten me of this-this drastic matter?”

Tim blinked and you raised an eyebrow at him almost smiling and he cracked. Snorts and chortles escaped from him as he bent over trying his hardest to muffle the sound. The man looked at you and looked you over with a smile on his face.

“And who are you, my lady? I do not believe we’ve been introduced.” Tim snorted some more before swatting at his friend, “Leave her alone Kon, she doesn’t want to know you.”

‘Kon’ looked at your eyes glimmering with something as his smile grew, "I do believe that is up to her to decide. Is it not my lady?”

“It’s just Y/N,” You said, “I’m not technically a lady till next season I’m afraid.”

Kon leaned forwards looking you over again and you raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why in all of the ton is Timothy hiding here with you?”

You blinked coming back into the present as Kon’s sly smile burned into your mind sending your heart racing.

Looking to your sides you found the two of them flanking you. Kon and Tim- no no. Mr. Kent and Mr. Drake-Wayne. Your mother’s eight months of lessons would not go to waste in less than five seconds.

You tried a polite smile; you had spent hours practicing to be just right. Not too wide but also not too closed. Not too sweet but not too cold. Not too inviting but also not a frown.

Those hours, days… months of training were supposed to help prepare you to mingle and be ready to be married. However, the mere thought of forgetting everything and making a fool of yourself and your family sent your breath skittering. Because of this your nerves ran hotter in your veins then your blood did.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Kent.” You nodded slightly as you pulled your parasol closer to you and took a step away from them.

He was far too close... To close because you wanted him that close. To see his smile and hear his laugh. To just be around him… it was certainly not lady-like and certainly not proper!

“Mr. What and what? I do beg your pardon Y/N since when did we get so distant that you started addressing us formally?” Kon asked, leaning in towards you.

Your cheeks heated and you closed your eyes for just a moment as your mother's words echoed into your ears over and over again.

Proper ladies refer to gentlemen by their formal names, not their christen ones. Proper ladies do not have friendships with gentlemen they have courtships, proper ladies-

“Leave her alone Kon, she’s just being polite.” Tim remarked, shooting a slight glare at Kon, “How are you doing Miss. L/N?”

Taking in a breath you smiled and turned towards Tim acknowledging him as more of your mother's rules blared in your mind. Proper ladies do not civilize with improper men, proper ladies only reply to men who are proper in return, proper ladies are quiet, proper ladies only interact with men who are possible suitors…Where was that damned maid you brought along as an escort? Wasn’t she supposed to be stepping in, in a situation like this?

“I have been doing fine, thank you for asking Mr. Drake-Wayne. How have you been?”

Tim blinked in surprise as if what you said shocked him… which it might have. There may or may not have been a running joke in which the two of you would pretend to be “higher class” and greet each other as such. Years of familiarity and afternoons of playing royalty drilled this joke in further. Kon however, was not surprised, just frustrated.

“Y/N, stop acting so snobby. You aren’t like this.”

Something alit in your chest, while he wasn’t entirely wrong, it annoyed you to think he had any say in who you were… or who he thought you were. Your heart may care for him, but he had no idea what you had been doing these past months. He didn’t know you… he didn’t! Turning towards him you smiled bitterly and leaned in.

“Who says you have an idea who I am? We just became friends last year after all.”

Kon suddenly had a smirk on his face, and he leaned in towards you, much to Tim’s protest, so close that your noses were nearly touching. Looking his face over you saw the clear mask begin to fade.

“Why because, my dear Y/N, you are my most precious ruby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as a faint memory brush to the front of your mind. You pushed it back and sighed, shaking your head. Causing a look of confusion to fold across Kon’s face. There was a retort, a brilliantly witty one that could get Kon back and still make you seem refined.

“How unfortunate you said that.”

Stepping away from him with something burning in your chest you tried your hardest to focus on something else. Hoping that Kon or even Tim would question your reaction. You burned to use the retort to sound so classy and dignified and so fierce.

“And” Kon began, much to your relief, “why is that?”

Smiling, you took a step forward reaching towards his loosened cravat. Fingers pulling up, you looked in his eyes smiling.

“Because to another man, I’d be considered a diamond.”

Tim suddenly burst into a coughing fit, and you caught his eye. Only to see him trying his hardest to force back a smile that had begun on his face. Meanwhile Kon stood in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks… well you must have been imagining something because his cheeks appeared to be pink. A light flush clear, Kon blinked visibly swallowing before you gave Tim a slight curtsy and turned to leave. Head raised high, your heart racing even faster in your chest, you caught your maid’s eye.

The two of you began to walk away when you paused and turned back, tilting your parasol just enough they could see your face and you could still see Kon’s astonished one.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Drake-Wayne… oh and you too Mr. Kent.”

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writer-room · 3 years

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Siblings: Chapter Four

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary: The Bats reflect on how their thoughts about siblings have changed over the years. Some opinions stayed, others didn't.

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Tim didn’t know how to feel about being an only child.

He didn’t think about it all that often, there weren’t many kids he talked to at school who mentioned their siblings all that frequently. And, in some parts, he didn’t mind it so much.

The kids who did talk about siblings complained, whether their siblings were older or younger. There were those who said their sibling took up more of their parents attention, which was something Tim was already lacking in. Some said that they never had any time to themselves, something that Tim had an overabundance in, but still cherished. Others said that the accomplishments, and failures, of their siblings reflected onto them, making their parents expect more or less of them. Tim couldn’t afford that either. His parents already didn’t think much of him, he didn’t need it to be any less. And if they wanted more, he worried he wouldn’t be able to meet their expectations.

And yet…

Sometimes he liked the idea of someone else in that empty mansion. Someone to talk to when the rooms felt too large, when the loneliness was suffocating him. He liked the thought of sharing his recent theories, photos, and the like with someone. Wondered if he could go on for as long as he wanted without being interrupted.

Maybe they’d be someone who didn’t call him by a name that wasn’t his, then feign forgetting. Who didn’t treat his binders like they were assaulting their eyes. Who didn’t scrutinize his every movement for faking.

That’d be nice, he thinks.

But there were pros and cons, he reasons. And for all he knows, if he had a sibling, they could’ve been just like his parents. Or they could’ve been kinder. Not like he’d ever know.

He had more important things to worry about than hypotheticals and wishes.

“Before you scold me, know that I took a five hour nap earlier today and I’m only getting a snack.”

Steph and Duke blinked at him from the doorway to the kitchen, their expressions a sharp contrast between exasperated and concerned, respectively.

“Wow, five hours?” Steph snarked. “That’s a new record. Are you dying?”

“Not yet,” Tim said, opening the fridge. “Give it a few weeks and I’m sure you’ll see rumors of my tragic defeat at the hands of, I dunno, Flamingo.”

“There’s a supervillain named Flamingo?” Duke exclaimed, staring at Steph incredulously.

“Oh, yeah, it’s a whole thing.” She nodded. “He had a scuffle with Jay and his kid a while back.”

“Jason has a kid?”

“Why are you up, anyway?” Tim talked right over him. “Duke I understand, he’s the disgraced child of the sun. But you patrol at the same time as every other nocturnal person in this house.”

“Hey-”

“I actually had to pretend to have a normal sleep schedule, my mom was getting worried and I didn’t want her finding me sneaking in with my full Spoiler getup on.” Steph explained tiredly. “I’m still trying to recover.”

“Tragic,” Tim hummed, pulling out a container holding a ham sandwich.

“The only thing that's tragic is your outfit.” Steph snorted, looking him up and down.

Tim blinked, looking down at himself. His outfit consisted of a pair of knockoff Batman shorts, knee-high pastel dinosaur socks, and a long red robe that absolutely did not belong to him hanging loosely off him, exposing countless scars littering his body.

“I look awesome,” Tim said, popping the lid off the container.

“Damian’s gonna start asking what battles you got your scars from again,” Steph tutted, striding further into the kitchen with a confused Duke following her. “Know that I will not be on your side when Dick notices and gets worried.”

“I’m more worried about Dami seeing this one,” He said, brushing the robe back slightly to reveal a poorly stitched surgical scar on his upper abdomen. “Because then he’s going to ask what happened, and then I’m gonna have to tell him that's where my spleen used to be, and then he's going to be reminded that oh, yeah, his brother has a missing spleen, and then he’s going to be treating everything like its diseased-”

“Does...he keep forgetting you lost your spleen?” Duke blinked, concerned. “I feel like that’d be something you were kinda always aware of…”

“Eh, everyone's worried about a different scar whenever they see ‘em.” He shrugged, glancing down as he traced over one of the surgery scars along his chest. “Which is frankly a little rude. I earned this right to be shirt free.”

“Hell yeah you did,” Steph grinned before her eyes dropped to the sandwich Tim was attempting to eat. “Isn’t that Cullen’s?”

“He didn’t label it, therefore it’s mine.” Tim said simply.

“Harper’s gonna kill you,” Duke warned warily.

“Only if she catches me,” He said, taking a bite of the sandwich. “Why’re you guys here, anyway? Grabbing a snack?”

“Lookin’ for Babs,” Steph said, hands in her pockets. “Someone on Twitter started a war about which Batgirl was better, and Babs will probably get a kick out of being remembered as the ‘missing Batgirl.’”

“Oh she’ll be pissed about being remembered that way.” Tim agreed, shoving the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. “Babs will see it in five minutes or less, though. Swear she has a sixth sense for whenever someone mildly associated with the Bats is mentioned.” He mumbled.

“You wanna hijack the thread before she finds it?” He suggested.

“Hijack it?” Duke echoed.

“We’re gonna yell about random stuff that doesn’t contribute to the conversation until all hell breaks loose.” Steph explained, already pulling out her phone. “Tim?”

“How do you feel about discussing why the sun lightens hair, but darkens skin?” Tim suggested, leaving the container on the counter as he brushed by Steph.

“You just want to piss off someone from Metropolis.”

“It’s law as a Bat that I have to torment Superman whenever I possibly can.” Tim shrugged.

“Does that include me?” Duke blinked. “Because I personally think tormenting Superman is a bad idea.”

“Clark wouldn’t hurt a fly,”

“Yeah, but he’ll give me the face of disappointment and I don’t think I can live with that.” Duke protested.

“He can barely even manage--where are you going?” Steph looked up, only now realizing Tim was leaving the kitchen.

“I’m starting the mayhem on the big screens.” Tim grinned, looking back over his shoulder.

“Please don’t tell me he’s going to use Twitter on the bat computer,” Duke sighed.

“He’s totally going to use the bat computer,” Steph smiled, following after him. “C’mon! It’s initiation time.”

“Do you guys just call every weird thing you do initiation?” Duke called, hurrying behind them. “Because I’ve been told I’m part of an initiation five times in the last week.”

“You’re stuck in initiation until this becomes the norm,” Steph said cheerfully.

“Of course,” Duke muttered.

Tim’s robe billowed behind him like an amateur cape as he wandered towards the door leading towards the steps into the Batcave. He threw open the door, the sound of it slamming echoing and startling the bats on the ceiling.

“Jesus!”

Harper jumped from the swivel chair in front of the computer, wide-eyed as she blinked up at the trio at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Harps,” Steph greeted, hopping onto the stairs railing and sliding down. “We’re here to cause problems on Twitter.”

“Oh, well, in that case, by all means.” Harper snarked, getting up and grandly gesturing to the countless screens. “Not like I was using it for actual work.”

“Were you using it?” Tim asked, pointedly glaring at Steph to keep his recent adventure to the kitchen quiet.

“...looking for tasers to modify count as work, right?” She said after a moment.

“Technically,” Tim nodded, ignoring Steph’s smug look that absolutely signified she was going to blackmail him later. “But you can just use Dick’s old escrima sticks. He goes through a pair every two or three weeks, but most still work pretty well, he’s just too lazy to fix them.”

“Sweet,” Harper grinned. She then paused, taking in Tim’s appearance as he slid into the seat she was previously occupying.

“Why do you look like you’re auditioning to be the pretty girl who dies in a low-budget slasher?”

“First of all, how dare you assume I wouldn’t be the first one to die for representation points,” Tim said, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Second of all, it’s called having fashion, and also being allowed to do whatever I want.”

“You have terrible fashion sense,” Harper snorted, crossing her arms as Steph and Duke came up beside her. “But fair, I can respect that.”

“See?” Tim said, looking at Steph. “Some people can afford to not be rude.”

“Keep talking and I’ll lose more blackmail material,” Steph calmly threatened.

Harper glanced between the two, to which Tim quietly, and quickly, turned back to the screen and ignored the both of them. Harper raised a brow but didn’t comment. Tim made a mental note to sneak into one of Jason’s unused safe houses after this was over. Steph couldn’t keep quiet for the life of her.

“What are you starting, anyway?” Harper asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the back of Tim’s chair. “A sob story about the Opportunity rover?”

“Another day,” Tim promised, opening up Twitter on the countless screens. He opened another one on the other half of the computer, which Steph quickly stood at and got her own Twitter set up. “Right now, we’re questioning how the sun makes hair lighter, but skin darker. And we’re dragging Clark into it.”

“If anyone asks, I had no part in this.” Duke said, watching the two typing with a frown. “Initiation doesn't include learning how to taunt Superman, right?”

“Eh, we can settle for you becoming close with a Kryptonian,” Steph shrugged. “Dick and Bruce share Clark, Jay’s got Bizarro, Cass and I got Kara, Babs I think counts with her, too, Damian’s got Jon, and Tim has Kon.” She listed off. “Harper and Cullen took the ‘bully Superman’ route without befriending any of his family, which is a coward's way out, so you can take, I dunno, does Chris still exist in this timeline?”

“I can call in a favor from Bart to reset the timeline again so he exists.” Tim said with a casual shrug, pulling up the thread arguing about the Batgirls.

“I’m sorry, what--”

“Finding Kryptonians who aren’t already taken is hard!” Harper protested, talking over Duke. “And Clark likes you guys being friends with his family. The only issue he has is Damian getting testy and Tim making heart eyes at Kon every five minutes.”

“I do not!” Tim squawked, whirling around in the chair to glare at the traitors he dared call family. In his head. Family in his head.

“You do,” Steph and Harper chorused.

“I’ve met Kon for less than twenty minutes and even I know.” Harper added. “I’m sure Duke knew.”

“I...yeah…” Duke coughed into his fist and turned away. “But in my defense, the gossip around here is practically shouted down the halls twice a week.”

“You were subjected to Dick having another crisis about Jay dating Kory for two months, weren’t you?” Steph said, trying to hide a snicker.

“There were so many things I didn’t want to know,” Duke whispered, face horror-stricken.

“Eh, at least Jay hasn’t brought up Talia around Dami yet.” Tim shrugged. “At that point, it’s better to just vacate the premises.”

“Wait--”

“Point is, you either befriend the Kryptonian or you torment them. That’s the rules.” Tim talked over him again, scrolling down the thread and boredly looking over the arguments. “You ready, Steph?”

“As I’ll ever be,” She grinned, giving a thumbs up. “How long till Babs notices and takes this whole thing down?”

“Few more minutes, tops.” Tim shrugged, already typing. “You two wanna give any input?” He asked, glancing behind him to Harper and Duke.

“Ask if Kryptonian skin can be used as extreme sunscreen,” Harper suggested. “That’ll rile him up.”

“Now I’m just curious if it can,” Tim said, but obediently began making his comment.

“You could just...ask?” Duke tried, clearly not taking in any of what was happening.

“Nah, Kon’s half human, I don’t think it works the exact same.” Tim shook his head, not looking back. “Kara would destroy me if I tried, Bizarro has the same problem, Jon wouldn’t know, and Clark would start telling Bruce he’s worried I’m deranged again.”

“Aren’t you?” Duke raised a brow.

“Only if I feel like it,”

“And when he forgets to sleep for ninety-eight hours.” Steph spoke up.

Tim rolled his eyes, tuning out his siblings as they continued to talk. He posted his comment before sparing a peek back at them, currently throwing off ideas to their hijacking plan like it was an everyday occurrence. Well, to Steph and Harper at least. But, to Duke’s credit, he appeared to be getting more used to it on prodding from his...sisters? Hard to tell, Steph was her own classification of family member. They were some weird choices for family, at least.

Tim watched them for a moment before turning back to making another comment on the logistics of sunscreen, a smile on his face.

He couldn’t find it in him to complain. Too much, at least.

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demiwonder-a · 3 years

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you were high in the atmosphere: i disappear below. // koncassie

WHO: Cassie Sandsmark & Conner Kent. @kxnel. With plenty of mentions of Erik Lehnsherr.

WORD COUNT: 2580 words. (A short one, I’m proud of us!)

LOCATION: Wayne Manor.

GENERAL NOTES: At the Thanksgiving dinner hosted by the Waynes Kon’s lying finally comes to a head and Cassie is unsure how to proceed after finding out what exactly he was lying about.

WARNINGS: Gaslighting, unhealthy/toxic relationship behavior.

CASSIE: It had been building and building for awhile now. This gut feeling that was consistently twisting inside of Cassie as she watched Kon not make full eye contact with her. He was disappearing to hang out with Tim apparently, but she hated the fact that she didn't believe him. She never wanted to feel like this, especially when it came to Kon. He was her best friend before being her boyfriend and the fact she felt like he was lying to her was a gut punch. Especially when it made her mind wander and wander to what he could possibly be hiding.

Thanksgiving was spent without him by her side and she tried to bite her tongue, but she felt embarrassed. Like she was somehow left out of the loop and in turn, looking like an idiot. (Not that she had any proof for it whatsoever, but her insecurity getting the best of her.) All of that came to a boiling point once she was headed out to her car to go home and that's when he finally showed up.

"Nice of you to make it." Cassie bit out before she could really stop herself. Her temper always burned bright and fast. "So how was your holiday with whoever the fuck you were spending it with? Or are you just going to lie to me again?"

KON: Thanksgiving had been... nice. More than nice, if he was being honest with himself. Erik had greeted him with a smile, one that grew during dinner as Kon shot off into a passionate ramble that would have been embarrassingly open at game night, disregarded at his own apartment, shunned at work and ended in an economics lecture at the manor. For once Kon felt like more than just a string arm for people who thought they were smarter than him or more capable of seeing the world how it truly was. Kon was past that now, past thinking that anyone was anything less than biased, that reality was anything less than a sea of grays.

Erik understood that, had sent him off with a pat on the back and an obviously well loved book whose dog eared corners piqued his curiosity even more than the twinkle Kon swore he caught in Erik's eyes.

He flew to the manor in a high, happy and content, even if he hadn't gotten any real answers about Cassie's condition from Erik. He was researching, and Kon understood that research could take time. He was just glad the man had agreed to help at all.

He didn't have to do that. But he was, for Kon. A favor for a friend.

He made his way through the manor after picking Alfred up in a bear hug, ready to put aside his nagging feelings of disappointment at its inhabitants and just enjoy being with family. His family.

"What?" He sputtered, his face contorting into a confused grimace as he pulled back from his attempt at a kiss, his words a jumble of a choked laugh and a rushed whisper, "When have I ever lied to you?"

He shook his head, the arm slung over the back of Cassie's chair dropping back to hang limply at his side. "Why are you so mad at me? Did Tim tell you something?"

CASSIE: Cassie pulled back from the attempt at a kiss with her face screwed up into an angry look. "Are you serious? Are you asking me if Tim told me anything? Do you realize how guilty that makes you look? Does he have something to tell me, Conner?" Her voice raised in volume despite herself, having shoved all these feelings down violently in favor of ignoring everything. She was torn between this gut feeling and dark cloud that plagued her to try to give him the benefit of the doubt of the situation. It's what he deserved after all, but she snapped without thinking, letting her anger win out. She was angry about a lot of things, but most of all scared what was happening to her.

Cassie felt like her life was spiraling out of control in front of her and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

Even underneath the eyes of the people at Wayne Manor Cassie let the words spill out of her at a quick pace.

"You keep disappearing and you keep telling me you're out with Tim or you're doing all this other stuff, I just..." Cassie bit her tongue hard enough she tasted blood. She got up, belatedly realizing the eyes that were on them. "Let's go outside. And talk."

KON: Kon fought a roll of his eyes, his jaw tightening enough that his teeth ground together with a sick, brittle clatter. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Tim, who's concerned expression only served to stoke the fire in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to do this here, didn't want to do this ever but with the way Cassie's voice was rising, he didn't think he had much of a choice.

For a moment he wanted nothing more than to turn around and fly back out the door, maybe make his way back to Genosha. Have a glass of wine with Erik.

But he slumped further in his seat instead, his breath coming in a harsh huff. "Well you're freaking the fuck out on me for no reason." he seethed, "so I figured someone had to have at least given you a reason to start attacking me as soon as I walk through the door."

She would never do this to Bart or Tim. Anything they said was taken as fact, sacrosanct truth but for him? Well he was untrustworthy, open to scrutiny much harsher than what was warranted. He was always a threat, a problem.

"Oh yeah, of course. I have a life outside of just being pointed in the direction of the biggest threat and being told to punch and so I must be fucking up right? I have to be doing something wrong because I can't do anything right?"

He let out a sour, breathless, bark of a laugh, his head shaking as he pushed away from the table, the arms of his chair crumbling in his hands before he wiped them over his eyes.

"Yeah, be a good little puppy and come, Kon. Right? Fuck that. I'm a fucking adult, Cassie. If you want to talk, ask."

CASSIE: "It's not for no reason!" Cassie snapped. The absent mention from Kitty about Kon joining the dinner at Genosha had been ringing in her head. Why didn't he tell her? Did he feel compelled to not tell her? The reminder of the text conversation they had what felt like ages ago with Clark, Kara, and Jon and it coming up that Kon had been talking to him hit her like a swift kick to the gut. Maybe he wasn't unfounded in the wariness of her reaction.

She knew he wasn't. Especially when her temper that had faltered was stoked once more, flaring up like an angry forest fire. "Don't put words in my mouth. I never once said or thought that of you." There was a blossom of hurt that stabbed right into her chest, twisting one, two, three times. Did she really make him feel like that?

Was Kon that miserable with her? What did that say about her?

The words were lodged in Cassie's throat and she let out a harsh breath, looking up at the arching ceilings of Wayne Manor to try to will back the tears that were starting to sting at her eyes.

"Conner, can we please go talk outside?" Cassie asked quietly, rubbing at her eyes tiredly and avoiding looking at him now. The room was all too quiet now without Cassie's yelling and the members of the Wayne family not speaking amidst the argument.

KON: Sometimes he felt like Cassie could see right through him and while most of the time it felt like being seen, like being known, right now it felt suffocating and even looking at her felt heavy in the center of his chest. Her eyes were piercing now, steel against steel as they met his. This had always been their problem, even before they got together. He was dry and brittle tinder and she was a match.

He could almost taste the phosphorus in the air.

His teeth clacked together inelegantly as he leaned against a pillar in the manor's expansive garden. He used to love coming here with Tim... before. Everything felt so long ago now that it was hard to believe he had walked the same paths for the flowers' first bloom of the season no more than eight months earlier. But he guessed that it was the way of both him and the roses to wither in the cold.

Truths and untruths, white lies that darkened with each repetition. He should have known that they would catch up to him. He had known that they would catch up to him, had choked on his confessions night after night for weeks now but talking to Cassie lately had been a lesson in futility.

"It's not about you, Cass," he said brokenly, "What have you done? You, you, you, that's all that matters, right?" He shook his head. "Erik invited me to Thanksgiving. I'm not sorry I went, and I'm not sorry that I'm friends with him. He's, Cassie if you talked to him you would understand."

CASSIE: "I didn't mean—" Cassie swallowed hard and felt herself shrink back in on herself. She hadn't meant to make Conner feel like this, feel like she was the forefront of everything. She had been so fixated on losing her powers and how lost she felt that she hadn't even bothered to look outside herself to see what was happening with Kon.

"I'm sorry," Cassie whispered, not being able to make her voice much louder with how choked up she felt. "I didn't mean it like that—to make it be about me. I'm sorry. It's not all that matters. You matter—you've always mattered. I'm sorry if I haven't been good about showing that." It didn't feel like enough. She wasn't exactly sure what would.

She'd understand if she talked to him. The mere thought made the girl grimace. There was something about Erik that reminded her of Ares. The promises and the good intentions. The way to hell was always paved in good intentions. Promises of something good but something sinister lingered in the air. The catch would come then he wouldn't be the one to pay the price. She didn't trust him—didn't want to trust him.

"I don't think I can do that. I don't—I don't want to do that." Cassie admitted quietly. "I don't trust him, Conner. I trust you, you know I do—" And yet there they were, the bot bubbling over due to lies and mistrust, "—but there's something about him that—" that scares me, but she didn't say that.

KON: "You never mean-' he cut himself off, his lips tightening into a thin line as he turned away from her. It was impossible for him to make her see, if only for the complete lack of words she always reduced him to. She made it so hard to think sometimes, something that he both loved and hated desperately about her. He felt like an idiot, and more so, sometimes, he felt like she thought he was an idiot and had just decided to love him anyway.

Couldn't she see that he had worn himself thin supporting her, loving her? That he just needed her support too?

"I don't- I don't want a sorry, Cassie. I just want you to listen." He steped back toward her, his hand landing on her shoulder and running down her arm to catch her hand as he kneeled in front of her. "I really hate when we fight," he admitted, his forehead knocking into hers as he grinned sadly.

They could be okay, they would be. She would hear him out, he could explain how he didn't feel like a ticking time bomb when he spoke to Erik, how he was actually going to help, had agreed to it readily without any strings attached, how much he had learned, how wrong they had been going about things. Add then she continued talking and he pulled back, a disbelieving laugh passing his lips as he stood suddenly, all of the rage that had been bubbling up throughout their fight boiling over.

"You don't trust me! You don't trust me and you don't respect me or my opinions. You can't, you can't or you would at least hear me out, Cassie. My god!"

He tore his hand away, his head shaking as he retreated. "He's a good man. He's made mistakes but, but, We've all made mistakes! We've, we-,' he felt manic, his heart thumping wildly as he stumbled over his words. "It's supposed to be you and me against the world, Cass. Why can't you just be with me on this?"

CASSIE: "I am listening!" Cassie insisted, feeling frazzled and worn down to the bone after this conversation snapped her from one extreme to another. It felt like she couldn't catch a breath. That she should be the one apologizing for being angry he was lying to her despite her having every right to. She didn't mean to make him feel like he couldn't talk to her, but he wasn't making it easy to try to approach. He was pulling away and pulling away hard. "I really, really hate when we fight too." She echoed, hating the way her heart wouldn't stop aching.

As soon as the waves seemed to settle, things went quiet for just a moment, they exploded once more. Kon pulled away and snapped wildly. Cassie watched with wide eyes, any and all words dying promptly on her tongue. When did she say that? When did she ever give off that impression? She felt like she was going crazy.

Cassie stood up abruptly, fingers curled into a tight fist, feeling that fizzle of lightning seem to come alive if for but a moment. Her eyes burned with tears that started to drip down her cheeks once more. "I don't recognize you. I don't recognize my best friend, and that fucking scares me, Kon-El. I have always trusted you. You're putting words in my mouth and you're making me feel—" She let out an angry noise and dug the heels of her hands against her shut eyes, seeing stars burst in front of her eyelids. There was an undeniable urge to simply scream.

The fight drained out of her as soon as it arrived. (It was always a fight.) Cassie let her arms drop and hang limply by her side, eyes opening and giving Kon a tired look. "I don't...I don't care what you do, Conner. Go to Genosha. Do what you want. I can't stop you. I'm going h—" a moment of hesitation, "—I'm going to the apartment. I'm sorry you feel that way. It's always been you and me."

Turning, Cassie left her boyfriend standing in the garden to get in her car. She wasn't sure if it would be her and him against the world much longer and that left her with an aching loss and sadness that rivaled the first time she lost him. She was losing him once again and was unsure how to fix it.

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sweet escape

fandom: dc comics warning: none? just young adults heavily making out at some point. also it’s 5k summary: it's not that Cassie needs to get away from her friends per se, but if the opportunity presents itself for her to sneak out and meet the guy she's heavily falling for... well, she's going to take it. After all, it's not every day they casually coincide under the same roof at the exact same time - better make the best of it while she can. notes: everyone is of age (they’re in their twenties.) jay and cassie are not a couple, but rather kinda testing the waters and seeing what happens. yes we do love rarepairs in this house. and as always, massive thank you to @achinghcarts for being the best beta <3 ao3 link

Cassie fidgets with the phone in her hands, glancing at the time and, most importantly, at the notification bar atop the screen. It has been flicking alive repeatedly in the last hour or so, her messaging app the sole responsible of it. Not that this is something particularly unpleasant; oh no, on the contrary. Though linked to her rather restless state, the back-and-forth of texts in which she's been participating has done nothing but send occasional tickles to her stomach and put a dumb smile on her face that she's been doing her best to bite down. Which, yes it is kind of unbecoming because she's not fifteen anymore, but at the same time, how could something that makes her so giddy be something bad?

So no, it's not that she wanted that to stop. If anything, she just wanted things to escalate in some way, which in this particular case meant actually seeing the person she kept trying to flirt with via text. (Though whether such flirting was in any way successful is something Cassie cannot tell for sure yet - as much as she'd like to.) And one would think that, considering right now they are both under the same (enormous) roof, that wouldn't exactly be a problem - yet as she glances up at the three loud boys yelling at each other over who was very clearly cheating at Mario Kart, she can't be all that sure.

Though, of course, she can always try.

"Hey, Tim?" There's a sound quite similar to a hum or a grunt, and the girl figures that's an acknowledgement of sorts. "I'm gonna go get some water, I'll be right back."

"Bathroom's not that bad," Bart interjects quickly yet casually, eyes still trained to the screen in front of him.

"Y-yeah, but," she stands up from the bed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "I could use some ice cubes."

"If you're not back in forty minutes we'll send a search party." She resists the urge to smack the robin's head in passing, deciding instead to stealthy leave the room, conjuring up the most casual air to her step.

It all changes when she's in the hallway.

It's hard to say if nervous is the right word to describe her feelings. Her breath has picked up a small notch, and the steps she takes along the corridor are a bit unsure, but they do remain consistent; she is moving forward with this. The thing is, though, that Cassandra Sandsmark has never been exactly smooth, so it honestly beats her what is the best possible way to tell your boyfriend-that-is-not-boyfriend that you have ditched your friends to see him for a bit without exactly sounding desperate. Cause that she knows she isn't. Even if she actually chose her clothes carefully and tried to put a bit of make up on and definitely attempted to tame her curls before showing up at Wayne Manor today - that doesn't have to mean she's desperate.

Right?

No, of course not. Which is why she also can't just ask the guy to show up and meet her. It has to be a bit more casual than that, more natural - like yes she wants to see him but also no, she wouldn't just impose herself on him. Plus, Cissie always said you had to let boys believe they were the ones constantly scheming, that they were the ones in control. So he should believe he wanted her. She turns down another random corridor, her head too occupied in its thoughts to properly identify it. Maybe casually show up somewhere he could be? Pass by, expect him to notice her? Then maybe he'd think he is luring her away and--

Oh, who's she kidding - this is ridiculous.

Jason is not some boy, and they're not playing any kind of games with each other; they promised that much, for crying out loud! She is being not just desperate but also a freaking idiot for having left her friends when at no point there was any indication that the guy who isn't even her boyfriend, by the way, wanted to be with her now besides the flirty remarks that, frankly, she couldn't even guarantee were all that because she is the most incompetent flirt who's ever been on this Earth. And that's definitely counting Bart. And Tim. Hera, her aunt Aphrodite is probably ashamed.

And if that weren't enough, now she's Hermes knows where in freaking Wayne Manor, with no idea where Tim's room is, feeling too mortified and embarrassed to let her friends know. Which of course just means she's gonna have to keep wandering along the hallways, hoping that--

"Hey, Goldie." She barely manages to stop herself before awkwardly bumping into something that is very much not a wall. "Come here often?"

Hera, if you can hear her, please don't let Kon be monitoring her heartbeat right now. Because right there, in all his handsome glory, stands Jason Todd and, honestly, his smirk is doing things to her. Things as in almost sending her into cardiac arrest because she was very much caught off guard, or completely knocking the breath out of her. Oh, and let's not forget the already getting old leaving her totally speechless kind of thing. So yes, Cassie is not alright and therefore does not need her friends to be aware of such thing at any point soon. What she does need, however, is to say something, because as attractive as the man's smile is, there's only so much he'll make it last before surely look at her gaping self weird. So she takes a breath and-

"Hey," is the only thing she manages to croak out. Literally, the only one before her mind goes completely blank once again. Talk about appealing and attractive, huh? And here she'd thought her texts had been a failure.

Surprisingly though, either due to an altered state of mind, or because he got some kind of kick of seeing her struggle with the most basic functions, Jason does not leave or even look displeased. Instead, he reduces even further the distance between them, one of his hands coming to rest against the wall next to her head with an air of casualness that Cassie wouldn't have been able to emulate even in her best days. Heat creeps up her ears.

"Hey," he repeats, as if she hadn't made a fool of herself. "Looking for something?"

You. All my life, maybe, somehow.

"Uhm. Maybe?" Okay. Alright, that wasn't that bad, right? Could've been much worse, really.

He seems to think something similar, if the smirk turning wider on his lips is anything to go by. Lips that she could've sworn she was not staring at, honestly, but by Hera, now that she's looking into his eyes again, is he... Is he closer?

"Did you find it?" No, yeah, she's definitely trapped against the wall now, suffocating warmth spreading all over her face and heart hammering against her ribcage so bad it almost hurts. And yet she can't find it in her to move an inch; on the contrary, there's definitely a part of her that wants the distance between them to be even smaller. Or not to exist at all, that works too.

"M-maybe..." Her voice is barely over a whisper, and it's a pathetic display of self control, but honestly right now Cassie's only thoughts are about how she's sure she can feel Jason's fingertips almost brushing at her waist and Holy Hera why won't he just grab her already?

"Cool." His voice is low, the vibrations of it crashing against the skin on her neck, mixing with his breath and sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. Her eyes flutter, and she almost unconsciously tilts her head to the side, inviting him to go ahead and kiss her, nibble, mark her.

... Okay, maybe that was a bit too much. Maybe she actually is a bit desperate. Especially considering they're in the middle of a hallway in freaking Batman's house and anyone could walk past any minute and this could be so embarrassing and why can't she find it in her to care about any of that right now?

Fingers brush gently against her knuckles, and it's only then that she notices not only how tight they were closed, but also how they were somehow gripping almost viciously at Jason's shirt. Oh Hera.

Her fist unclenches immediately, as if she had been holding something hot, yet as she brings her hand to cradle it at her chest she's well aware that she is the one burning in embarrassment. Even without any way to see herself, Cassie just knows that her whole face is crimson red, and her heart is again beating furiously, drumming deafeningly in her ears (or had it never actually stopped?) Her breath also feels a bit ragged, but shamefully enough she can't exactly tell from what that comes.

"S-sorry, I..." She closes her eyes for a second, swallowing and taking a deep breath to kind of put herself together because, honestly, she doubts she's helping her case and making a good impression right now.

But surprising her yet again, Jason does not make fun of her obvious eagerness, nor does he push her away. Instead, he gently looks for her restrained hand and just takes it, holding it for barely a second before softly lace their fingers together. It does not help her sudden inability to think clearly, let alone talk. Things don't necessarily improve when he presses that hand against the wall - some of her thoughts do seem to return, but not exactly the ones she could voice in some random hallway.

"So, what's your alibi? How much time you have?"

"Uh... Ice cubes," she replies after a second, closing her eyes to try and clear her head a bit - those of the Red Hood were not to be underestimated. Thugs really don't know how lucky they are not to have to see them each night. Or maybe she is the lucky one, despite her obvious helplessness? "Tim said half an hour. Before they send the search party." He snorts.

"That little shit." Cassie blinks a couple of times, brow furrowed ever so slightly in confusion - how was that a problem? Isn't half an hour plenty of time? What are they doing anyways?

Jason looks back at her, a slightly mischievous smile on his face and it's only then that she realizes she said that last bit out loud and Hera when will she be able to stop blushing and embarrassing herself?

"Well, it's a lot less fun if I tell you," he says, leaning over to, in her humble opinion, very seductively brush the tip of his nose along her neck. For a second, she's actually worried her knees will buckle. "Come with me?" And of course, what's she gonna do but nod, compliant and utterly freaking weak.

Shameful.

To say that she knows or registers where he's taking her or the halls and rooms they pass would be a big fat lie because, to be fair, there's very little that she can think of when Jason holds her hand, or when he pulls her close against him in a turn. Which, yes, it's silly and there's no way in hell she's ever confessing to anyone how much of a teen she felt like doing this. But she does. And she chuckles, because at least to herself she can admit how much she likes this guy. And that's a lot.

"Nice to see you're in a good mood," he mentions, coming to a slow stop in front of a set of wide wooden doors. The demigoddess manages to get a good hold of herself to offer a small shrug, her hand gently tugging at his (despite her being the one to step closer.)

"How could I not? Good things are happening." His smile, though it looks much like his usual cocky smirk, has a certain softness to it this time, she thinks, and it makes warmth bloom on her chest. Hera, she really wants to kiss him.

But before she can even try to do anything, he turns to open one of the doors and silently guide her into probably one of the most magnificent rooms she's ever seen - the library.

"And this is just getting started, Goldie."

Jason had definitely told her about this particular room at the Manor, even with a bit more detail than Tim ever had - it was just plain easy to tell who spent the most time here. Neither of them had been shy in commenting the dimensions of the place or the overall poshness of it, yet whatever mental image she'd previously held of it did not do it justice.

The place was just massive - several tall wooden bookshelves were meticulously placed in the space, all of them filled to the brim with books of every size and dimension, with different spines showing a wide array of colors and materials. There was a reading section, properly equipped with tables, lamps, notebooks and what looked like very sturdy, very comfortable chairs, as well as a... Cozier section, furnished with a couple of armchairs, a love seat, some fluffy-looking pillows and an enormous beanbag with a mess of blankets on it. Cassie knew immediately whose spot that was.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jason says behind her, hand ghosting over her lower back. "I'll go pick up what I wanna show you." And with that she's left standing in front of the furniture, willpower focused on not turning around to see where the guy was going.

Her feet move cautiously towards the love seat, floor barely creaking below her steps. The cushions are just as silent and about the softest, mushiest she's ever sat on. In fact, right away Cassie all but sinks into it, finding it softer and far more comfortable than any mattress she's ever slept on. Out of habit more than anything else, she grabs one of the smaller pillows and puts it on her lap, fingers gently playing with the nice, velvet fabric; it takes her a double take to notice she's drawing hearts. Weak.

"I see you've wisely avoided Timmy's favourite seat." She turns around after a little jump, chuckle easily escaping her lips.

"Well, I've heard it's no good to disrupt a bird's nest." They both lean against the back of the couch - Jason resting his forearms on it, a small smile showing; he gives her chin a quick yet gentle touch.

"Smart girl."

Cassie almost expected him to jump over the back of the love seat to sit on it - it was the kind of thing she was used to, after all, with Kon and Bart. However, he calmly walks around it and takes his place next to her like a civilized person. It's not something she should find herself swooning over, really, but alas, here she is. At least she does manage to not snuggle up against him despite her first instinct which, hey, see? Not desperate.

She gives him a smile, wide and warm, yet slightly timid. He returns it, and though there is no shyness in his, there's again that hint of softness in it, a tiny purse of lips as if he were about to say something, as if he wanted to let some words out. But instead, she finds that they come from his eyes, that it's his gaze that speaks volumes, except she's not versed well enough to understand it. Her head tilts, just barely.

"What?" It's a whisper, gentle so as not to disturb the atmosphere, not to break the spell that's set in the room between them. Yet, it seems that's loud enough to snap him out of his daydream, and he shakes his head making that lovely white streak of hair dangle for a second; she glances at it.

"Nothing. - got something for you," he adds quickly, straightening up a little. She mirrors him, intrigued, yet finding it hard to look anywhere away from his eyes, which is why it isn't until he looks down that she follows his gaze and sees what he's handing her; she gasps, quietly.

In his hands, there is a breathtaking book. Its cover is a rich, dark blue embellished with small, beautiful stars of what seems like actual gold blooming from the spine all across to the other side. In the middle, the bottom half of what she can only imagine is a gorgeous woman wrapped in a chiton interrupts the starry scene. There are silver letters spelling the title over it, and she doesn't even notice her fingers are tracing them until she spots them. A bit embarrassed, she retracts, but Jason presses the book swiftly in her direction.

"I know you're really into history," he starts, and maybe if she weren't so enraptured by the volume now in her hands, she'd notice he isn't exactly looking at her. Not like before. "And myths. And that Greek makes up for... A big part of you." They both chuckle, and Cassie lets her index move along the lines of the garment in the cover. "So - women of ancient Greece, their forgotten stories, their relevance..." He trails off and she looks up, a wide grin on her lips.

"This sounds... Amazing. I had never heard of this book. I'm- wow. Wow, this..." Eloquent as always, huh?

"You should have it. Read it." The guy gives the cover a small tap, and she giggles. Ridiculous. "I think you're gonna like it."

"Like it? Jay, I already adore it, I--" she shakes her head, hands carefully caressing the spine of the volume. "It sounds so good, like... They just literally found everything I like and compiled it all together!" A laugh escapes her mouth, and she misses the way his lips twitch, his head tilt. "I'm gonna start it right away and... Hera, I mean, this goes without saying but I'm gonna take extremely good care of it, okay, nothing will happen to it," she says, solemnly, hugging the copy tight. "And I'm sorry, I'll just right off apologize in advance because I'm sure I'm going to ramble about this to you so much and I genuinely can't wait to--" but the words, the idea dies on lips that aren't even her own. They're thinner and a bit more chapped and hot.

It's kind of a paradox, how Jason kisses. It's urgent yet slow, deliberate but careless, in a way. It's rough and exciting, but at the same time gentle and comfortable. It's unique, just like the man himself is, and soon enough Cassie is perfectly lost in feelings and sensations, her previous speech forgotten in favor of basking in touches, grips and caresses. She can feel his fingers tangling on the mess of curls at her nape, just as her hand takes a fistful of his shirt to pull him closer again and... Wasn't she holding a book just now?

But the thought is wiped away when Jason's fingertips dig into the flesh of her waist, and his lips suck a delightful trail along her jaw. If she didn't know any better, she'd find something almost territorial in the gesture. But she's too busy focusing on keeping herself quiet to dwell on the idea too much, and her head still cocks to the side either way, baring her neck even if his mouth chooses to go a bit further up. A shiver travels down her spine as his breath tickles her earlobe.

"You look really pretty when you're excited, you knew that?" In normal circumstances, she probably would've blushed. Now, however, a hum is the only form of acknowledgement she provides, hands tugging him closer with just a bit of super strength. Not that he resists too much, really.

Their lips clash together once again and it feels good, and she really tries hard not to vocalize that in any way because that would sound a bit desperate, right? And yeah, like - okay, she is kinda wishing he'll kiss her deeper, especially when both his hands press against the low of her back. But it's not like she can just go ahead and say it. She gently parts her lips instead, reaching out to cup his cheek, his neck, kinda wishing he'd get her hint. And Hera, he does.

His grip tightens a bit, just enough for her back to naturally arch towards him and elicit the faintest sigh from her lips when she feels his broad chest against herself. She doesn't consider this to be too bad of a thing, if the speeding up of their kiss is anything to go by.

She does however feel his hands splaying out further up her back but... More towards its sides? And there's now a sudden loss where the warmth of his body used to be just now, and a part of Cassie wants to protest at this new development, but then there's more pressure against his mouth and it's nice, but... How is that even happening? And her brow goes ahead and furrows a little in confusion, until there's a brush of velvet against her arm and oh, she's leaning back. She's leaning back and he's right on her and Hera she should not, they should not be doing this in the Wayne's library.

Which is actually a valid thought, and something the young heroine could try and voice out, but the rational side of her brain is barely operative at best by the time her back lands against the cushions, and it just shuts down completely when Jason's lips start moving towards her throat. Guy's too good of a kisser, to the point of unfairness, really, and she wants to kind of tease him about it, playfully try and banter about him having too much power, but totally unexpectedly (though in retrospective maybe she should have expected it) he manages to find that sweet spot below her ear where jaw and neck converge and the only sound she manages is a breathless gasp.

There's a fraction of a second in which everything is quiet, as if paused, and Cassie can hear her accelerated heart hitting her rib cage arrhythmically as she fruitlessly tries and processes what just happened, tries to keep still and clear the sudden fog in her head. But then there's a gentle, tentative suck on that very same spot and there's just heat and her fingers dig against Jason's neck all but imploring him to repeat the action and suddenly it's like time has been resumed to its normal speed.

Her head tilts to the side to give his mouth free reign while one of her hands tangles in his dark locks as a means to provide just the smallest directions that, fairly speaking, he doesn't even need because he's easily turning her into goo by himself just fine. So her other hand moves to grab his shoulder, to caress his back and keep him grounded against her while her leg unconsciously moves to try wrap around one of his and they really shouldn't be doing this in the Wayne's library.

And maybe some deity from above seems to agree with that annoying part of Cassie's consciousness, for before she miserably fails to bite back a whimper, there's a loud buzzing sound. By her ear, she could've sworn Jason lets out something akin a growl and it should've not set her stomach on fire.

"Yours or mine?" He asks a bit husky and that really isn't much better. She stares at him half a second, trying to remember how does one even talk.

"Neither," is what she ends up managing to breath out, immediately cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. He doesn't actually protest.

She ends up finding out that sucking onto Jason's upper lip makes his grip on her tighten in that deliciously nice way that, she muses, could only feel better were his fingers directly against her skin instead of over annoying fabric, but she forces herself not to dwell too much on the thought, for it is definitely not the best moment to do so. Though being fair, it's not like she can focus on something even remotely rational - right now, the only thing she can feel is Jason Todd and you know what? She actually does not mind one bit. Not when she can feel the whole of him envelop her, when he can so easily raise goosebumps and warmth in her like it's no big deal, when he somehow knows exactly which patch of skin to graze his teeth against, when he doesn't manage to fully hold in the groans that she--

Buzz.

She knows it's hers by the way it annoyingly drills at her side, and she doubts there has been any other time in which she's been so tempted to just throw her phone across the city. In fact, she kinda even considers it right before the weight previously pinning her down lifts. It feels disappointing.

"Go ahead," Jason mumbles, and she should actually give him credit for even mustering a smile, no matter how little.

"I'm sorry, I..." She shakes her head as she sits up, picking up the device in the process. Though she can't quite bring herself to look at him in the eye just yet, she does find some comfort in him not moving away and staying sat right beside her still.

Tim's name is the one flashing on her screen, for the first time tonight, and she can't repress her annoyed huff. Better be something important.

» if you're done sucking my brother's face, kon's asking about u

» ABORT » ABORT » HE'S MENTIONED JAY TOO CAREFULLY

Oh, come on.

She's about to hit the reply button when another text buzzes through.

» get back here unless you want to deal with him there

She really wants to shove the stupid thing away. And maybe punch Conner. Actually scratch that maybe, she does - how come she doesn't have to worry about her mother throwing a fit but she has to deal with him? How's that fair, after everything!?

Gentle fingers bring her back to reality, her shoulders slumping as she leans into the touch almost automatically.

"Want me to walk you back?" She sighs, scrunching her nose a little.

"I don't wanna further... Ruin your night with a stupid argument." His snort actually makes her smile, even if weakly.

"As if Superkid had that power." But his expression softens, and he brushes a rebel curl behind her ear. "Come on, I know a shortcut to get to Timbo's room."

And, just as expected, Jason does not lie and she makes it to the family wing basically in record time. Which, in her opinion, is already reason enough to spend a few extra minutes with the guy; most importantly to voice out the thoughts that were nagging on the back of her mind as they walked through the halls.

"Hope this wasn't... Too bad of an interruption of your night." Her tone is shy but sincere, and the amusement on Jason's expression is far too gentle to bother her.

"Goldie, no offense, but if I hadn't wanted you to find me, you wouldn't have." And that... Makes a lot of sense for a bat, now that she thinks about it. But it also means that... "I'm glad you swung by to say hi." Her cheeks redden.

"Well. It was my pleasure." Way too literally, at that. Something that he seems to pick up on, for he smirks.

"Oh, mine as well." And though the kiss that punctuates the statement is nothing less than amazing, Cassie can't help but feel is a bit too short and just a further reason why making the last couple of turns up to Tim's bedroom seem harder.

But she manages, and when she opens the door she can immediately see Robin's posture drop in relief. Ridiculous.

"We were about to send a search party for you." Conner is the first to speak, his blue eyes dancing between her and the screen in front, where they're still playing Mario Kart. She pretends to believe his joking tone.

"It's a big house. I took a wrong turn once."

"Oh, bad choices, who'd have thought?" That part is muttered, but even without superhearing Cassie manages to catch it. She frowns, but his friend is conveniently not looking at her. Coward. "Where's your glass?"

"Why would I want to litter Tim's room, more than it already is?" The aforementioned boy protests, though it could've also been at Bart sabotaging his race. "Just drank my water, had my ice cubes, left the glass there and came back."

Her tone is sharper, an attempt to just cut the stupid conversation there because, honestly, she's not in the mood for this. She even starts walking towards the bed with every intention of just lying there until morning when she sees, in the corner of her eye, the kryptionian's gaze falling to the book she's carefully carrying on one hand. Shit, right!

"Oh, by the way Tim," she starts, doing her best to sound nonchalant. "Found the library on my way, hope you don't mind I went ahead and got that book you mentioned the other day." Conner frowns, dubious as he glances back at his best friend, possibly checking his reaction. Not that this is in any way a problem, for he doesn't even look away from the screen as he shrugs.

"As long as you didn't touch my stuff." Cassie allows herself to sigh in relief, internally. On the outside, though, she rolls her eyes, walking to Superboy's side.

"No, bird boy, I didn't touch your nest. But you need better organization skills."

"I have a perfectly good system going on, thank y-YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Bart full on laughs out loud as he wins first place, shoving a handful of sweet popcorn into his mouth. Or, well, what's left of a handful after being hit by a pillow-projectile from Tim. This exchange seems to be reassuring enough for Conner, whose shoulders relax, tension leaving his face too. And though Cassie is still annoyed at his attitude and his childish ways, she can't help but smile a little and poke one of his cheeks.

"Stop being so grumpy," she jokes in a whisper, and it even seems to amuse the guy! Though she should've seen something was coming when there was no grin on his lips but a smile instead.

She didn't, though, and so she ends up yelping when he picks her up, a mix of ttk and super strength making sure she had no way to escape before he sat on the bed again, this time with Wonder Girl on his crossed legs. Before she can emit any sound of protest, the book is gone from her hands and a controller is pressed onto them instead, a new game loading on the screen.

"You're good in Rainbow Road, right?" His arms wrap loosely around her waist, his chin resting on her left shoulder.

"Kinda decent, yeah, but--"

"Kick Bart's ass for me? I've been humiliated one too many times." She snorts.

"You do know no one beats Bart, right?" In cue, the youngest member of their group lets out his take at a villainous laugh. On her ear, Conner groans.

"Fine, Tim then. Please?"

Truth is, Cassie doesn't really want to play, she wasn't thinking of it. Her plan was to lie in bed, get started on the book, and possibly go back to texting Jason with updates on it if he was still in the mood to talk to her. But seeing as there was no easy way to get out of there (and quite literally at that,) she gives up and lets out a big, exaggerated sigh.

"Alright, fine. But if I win you owe me." The only answer she gets is a peck on her cheek before the weight of Conner's head sets back on her shoulder, but it seems enough to alleviate the previously building tension and allow them to resume what this was suppose to be from the start - just a chill night in.

Besides, later, when she's back in her own room and a folded piece of paper falls down from the tenth chapter in the book, Cassie's definitely gonna be glad she didn't risk the note getting lost somewhere in Tim's bedroom. Worse, somewhere near Kon.

(This, however, did not cancel out the annoyance she felt when his friend grunted that *she needs a new perfume* after taking a breath near her neck.)

#jason todd #cassie sandsmark #red hood #wonder girl #jaycassie #it's rarepair hours again !!#kon is an overprotective friend #and he isn't jay's biggest fan rn #(but he'll come around. eventually)#tim is weirded out but reluctantly okay #bart is just focused on winning mario kart #jaycassie is a nerd couple-to-be #and they recommend each other books

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redrobin-detective · 5 years

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Fic I am never going to write:

It’s 10 years in the future, Superboy in now a Superman in his own right (it’s only a little bit confusing). He’s happy, stable, happy, comfortably married to Tim when he’s accidentally transported back to comics Young Justice era.

The entire fic would be him:

-calling out every single adult for their appalling treatment of their sidekicks (”Clark I get you’re uncomfortable with a clone and, yeah, I’m kind of a little shit right now but I’m like literally six months old and do not know any better. Ma was is so disappointed in you, she told me so.”)

- accidentally spoiling fucking everything (”Yeah it was bad when Clark died but everyone lost it when Bruce died that one time” “Batman WHAT” “oops”)

- awkwardly pretending that he hasn’t been happily married to Tim Drake for like 6 years and trying not to ogle his, currently, 14 year old baby husband because he’s like 30 and it’s creepy. (”God I forgot how hot you were in those green tights Tim” “What?” “FUCK I MEAN I RESPECT YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING ALSO WOULD DIE FOR YOU” “That’s honestly not any better???”)

- ALSO just being super protective of YJ in general because??? Babies???? Young Kon and the team feel suffocated by the JLA but Big Kon is having a heart attack because FUCK and YOU’RE ALL SO YOUNG, TIM IS THE MOST EXPERIENCED OF YOU AND HE’S 14 AND BEEN ROBIN LESS THAN A YEAR. And YJ is protesting and Tim is politely asking for Kon to stop saying his real name please.

- Big Kon pulling Small Kon aside like “My dude, I know you are funky fresh and your undercut is very slick but listen to the adults (especially Ma and Pa, WHAT you haven’t met the Kents yet?? Dammit Clark), you do not know everything so stfu sometimes, stop dissing your team they are literally the best thing that ever will happen to you, also just to make your life easier, you are SO fucking gay for Robin. Just marry him now and save time.”

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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Red Challenge: Day Fourteen - Red Light

Summary: After an argument Tim locks Kon inside their bedroom with the red sun lamps turned on and Kon can’t believe how petty Tim could be when he’s pissed off.

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“Come on Tim. This is ridiculous! Let’s talk about this like reasonable adults!”

His plea was met with silence. After a moment Kon sighs and wiggles the locked door handle uselessly before banging on the door with his fist, he winces as pain shoots through his hand and up his wrist.

“Tim please, come on dude, let me out!”

Silence met him once again and Kon slumps in defeat. He places his forehead against the door cursing Tim out underneath his breath, he can’t believe out of the two of them he’s trying to be the reasonable one.

An hour prior the two of them had an argument. Tim had been injured after the latest Titan mission and wasn’t taking care of himself like he should have been and Conner had gotten annoyed at him for it (because it wasn’t the first time he’s done it). Before they both knew it an argument had erupted between them. During the argument itself Kon had said some pretty harsh things to his boyfriend (which he majorly regrets it now) and in retaliation to his words Tim had stormed out of the room, slammed the door shut behind him before locking it.

Before Kon could even protest to Tim’s actions, the room around him was suddenly swallowed in red light. The effects over him were immediate. Kon suddenly was feeling heavier in weight, his skin was feeling softer than before and had a tingling sensation to it. Overall he felt vulnerable. He stood on the spot frozen because wow, Tim could actually be that petty. Petty enough to lock Kon in a room and turn on the red sun lamps just because he’s pissed off.

It’s now been over an hour and Kon seriously wants to get out of the room. He misses his powers. He can’t pick the lock because he doesn’t know how to, he can’t go through the window because Tim has it booby trapped, he doesn’t have his powers to break out and he can’t turn the lights off because they’re controlled only by a remote which Tim obviously has on him.

Moving away from the door Kon goes over to the bed and slumps down on it. Who knows how long Tim will keep him locked inside the room for so he may as well get comfy while he waits. As he lies there he finds the silence around him suffocating. He really wanted to get out of the red lit room, he especially wanted to get out of the room so he could make things right with Tim.

Since there was nothing but silence around him Kon was left to his own thoughts and those certainly were not helping his situation at all. All he kept doing was replaying the argument over in his mind, he kept going over what he had said and was now regretting every single word.

Deciding to do something he gets his phone out of his pocket and calls someone who he thinks may be able to help him through this situation. They pick up on the forth ring and before Kon could even say anything they were already accusing him, “What did you do Kon?”

Kon frowns feeling offended. “Hey! What makes you think it was my fault?”

“Because it usually is you.” The voice deadpans.

“That’s not true! It’s not always my fault!” He protests while ignoring the snort of disbelief coming from the other side of the phone. Kon pauses, considering what he had just said, “Well okay, maybe this time it was actually my fault but that’s not the point!”

“Okay, okay, whatever. What did you do to upset Tim?”

Kon lets out a groan, he’s not even going to question how they know that Tim’s upset. He sits up on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, all you need to know is that Tim and I had an argument, things were said – harsh things might I add – and now I’m locked in a room that’s lit with a red sun lamp. I need help!”

“Have you tried apologising to him?”

“Of course I have!” He exclaims. “There’s only so much you can do when you’re speaking through a locked door.”

After that there was silence for a long time and when Kon was about to explode from desperation the other voice finally speaks up.

“I don’t think I can help you very much from my end Conner. You of all people should know by now that Tim needs his space, needs the time to cool down and to analysis everything with that complicated brain of his. I’m afraid that you’re just going to have to wait this one out. You both love each other, you’ll get through this.”

Kon flops back down onto the mattress in defeat because they weren’t wrong. He does know how Tim likes his space, especially after stressful situations. It wouldn’t even surprise him if Tim’s actually left the apartment right now despite being injured because being out somewhere in the open like on a rooftop helps him to think things through.

He sighs into the phone and says, “Yeah okay. It’s just… I guess… I don’t know. It’s just a stressful time at the moment. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“It’s not a problem Conner. I get it. Fights when you’re in a relationship are tough but like I said earlier, you two are hopelessly devoted to one another, you’ll get through this and will be okay. You’ll see.”

Kon hums in response, “Alright, thanks.”

“Again, it’s not a problem. I’m going to go now alright so talk to you later.”

“Bye.” After that he hangs up and chucks his phone onto his bedside table. Running his hands over his face he simply lies there in the bed, once Tim does finally let him out of this stupid room he hopes he can make it right with him and apologise for what he had said.

Overall Kon stays locked in that room for a good four hours. He had been dozing on the bed when suddenly the red light disappears and leaves the room in complete darkness. Frowning at the sudden change he sits up right on the bed and looks around the room expecting the lights to come back on. When they don’t get turned back on Kon hears the door being unlocked and he finally figures out that this is Tim letting him out of the room. His boyfriend must have finally cooled down enough to now face him.

Bracing himself, Kon gets up off the bed and walks over to the door. As he opens it he slowly steps out of the room and immediately starts looking for Tim. He doesn’t find him in the hallway or in the living room and not even in his office. It wasn’t until the strong smell of cooked meat hits him that he decides to investigate the kitchen.

Sure enough that’s where he finally finds Tim. The other man was stood at the oven cooking something in a pan on the stove. Kon sees two plates laid out on the kitchen table all set up with knives, forks and glasses. He stands there staring at the scene he’s witnessing, Tim’s cooking them dinner (well he assumes it’s for him, he could be wrong here) despite the argument they had several hours ago.

Kon’s snapped out of his trance when Tim’s voice reaches his ears, “Food will be ready in about 5 minutes by the way. I… uh… I figured that you may be hungry.”

Now that it’s been mentioned Kon notices the peckish feeling he’s got going on inside his stomach. He ignores it however in favour of slowly approaching his boyfriend’s side at the oven. He watches him cook for a moment before slowly, just so he doesn’t startle Tim, hooking an arm over his slender shoulders and gently presses their sides together. When Tim doesn’t immediately push him away he figures that he nearly must be in the all clear, then he takes a leap of faith and presses a soft and gentle kiss to Tim’s temple.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, when Tim doesn’t respond to him he keeps talking, “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did and I regret everything I said to you.”

“It’s okay,” Tim finally says, “I over reacted too. You hungry? I figured we could eat and talk.”

Kon nods as a small smile makes it’s way onto his face. “Yeah that sounds good. The food smells incredible.”

Tim turns the stove off, “Thanks.”

Letting Tim go so he could dish up the food Kon asks, “We’ll be okay right? We’ll get through this?”

His boyfriend turns and faces him and startling blue eyes meet his own, “Of course Kon, we’ll talk through what happened and we’ll be okay. We’ll always be okay no matter what.”

#timkon #Tim Drake #Kon-El #fanfiction #humour #arguments #Red Challenge #red light #apologies #bit of fluff

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dc-imagine-central · 7 years

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Alone

Prompt: A young justice team imagine. The reader is an outcast on the team because they don't trust her. They push her too far one day and realize they can't save her.

A/N: It took me a while to write this one, because I couldn’t find the correct approach, but now I do! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Counter: 1410

No one trusted you and you trusted no one. That was the only sentence that could describe your relationship with the team.

Truth was, you joined at the worst time possible. Everyone had issues with everyone, and of course you felt completely out of place. Like you did not belong. As you got back from the mission, everyone entered through the tubes, Conner just jealously looked at Lagoon Boy and Miss Martian, Cassie was just chatting with Tim and Jaime and Bart were just laughing and snorting at whatever they were talking about. You sighed and looked up from the floor, meeting Nightwing's gaze. You quickly avoided and stood a the edge of the row everyone formed, shoulder to shoulder.

As Nightwing repeated the report of the mission and everyone was just paying attention, you heard a voice calling your name. As a reflex, you stood in pose and looked around, which startled everyone.

"Y/S/N, what's wrong?” Nightwing asked, and you just relaxed, which made everyone’s pose go back to the relaxed one.

“Must have been my imagination” You muttered and signaled Dick it was nothing. You heard everyone grunt in frustration, and you just eyed them from the corner. The voice was still talking, whispering your name in your ear, calling for you. After Nightwing dismissed everyone, you just went directly to your room, and laid in bed. You heard everyone’s chattering that was coming from outside. Once again, you heard the voice, and you closed your eyes.

Suddenly, something distracted you. A big tud on your door, it was not a knock, something had literally come and hit your door. You heard an angry grunt and you got up. As you opened the door, you saw a infuriated Superboy. You tilted your head in confusion, and Conner just stood there, gazing at the floor and lost in thought.

“Ehem.” You announced your presence and he just looked at you, confused.

“Sorry, need anything?” He asked, trying to find out why were you standing in front of him. You scoffed, and chuckled, which just made his confusion greater.

“No, ha. You are standing outside of my room” You explained and he looked around. Hi eyes widened slightly at the realization and you chuckled again.

“Sorry” He apologized and you smiled. “No biggie, it must be tough”You said, and waved goodbye. You closed the door, leaving a confused Conner outside, as you sat at the edge of your bed. You were just about to lay down when you heard a knock. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you got up once more. You opened the door again, and your eyes widened as you saw it was Conner again.

“Sorry, need anything?” You smirked, leaning on the door. He chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“Wanna hang out?” He asked, shy smile on his face. You battered your eyelids a bit, you were sincerely surprised at his request, but you just shrugged and shut your door behind you.

You both left the Mount, as your small chit chat just kept on getting less and less awkward. You both exited through the tubes on to the dock. You were just having pleasant conversation about food and puppies, when the right side of your head started pounding.

“Ah…” You grunted slightly, trying to suppress the pain. Conner noticed right away, and his brow furrowed in worry. “You ok?” He asked, placing on of his arms around your waist, while the other stood in position, ready to catch you if necessary. You frowned, and shook his arms off gently. You were completely capable of handle whatever that was. “Yeah, it’s nothing” You tried to smile, but it faded when you notice Conner’s eyes gaze at your nose, then everything became a blur and you faded.

Soon after that, Conner bursted into the Mount through the tubes, yelling as loud as he could. “HEY! EVERYONE!” He kept on yelling, and as everyone approached him, Cassie and M’gann gasped when he saw you were being carried by him, lying unconscious in his arms. “WHAT HAPPENED KON?!” Tim yelled, as him and Dick approached you both.

“I DON’T KNOW! SHE STARTED BLEEDING AND IN A MOMENT, SHE WAS ALREADY ON THE FLOOR!” He explained. You were pale, but bathed on the blood that was still flowing through your nose. Your body just gave up, so your head was just hanging, alongside all of your limbs. It appeared as if you were dead, and everyone was just terrified at the thought. Nightwing took you from Conner, and handing you to Bart, he ordered him to take you to your room. Shivers ran down Impulse’s spine as he realize you were just like a rag doll. “If I do that right now, I might just shatter her” He said, placing you gently on the ground. Your expression was stern, there was no pain imprinted on it, it almost seemed as if you were a porcelain doll. Megan just kneeled beneath you.

“I think it might have been some kind of biological failure” Barbara explained, trying to keep the cool in between all the panic. Everyone panicked because nobody knew anything about you,you never talked about yourself and they never even bothered to ask.

“No, that was not it” M’gann corrected. She placed her hand on your forehead and scanned your memory. She gasped when a spark electrified her whole body.

“I’m going in” She announced and linked her own mind to yours. There, she found herself in the middle of a dark place, a small glimpse of light was visible in the distance. She hurried there, and saw you sitting facing the source of the light. Suddenly, a breeze flew and she realized she was standing at a hill with you, staring at a sunset. Suddenly, you stood up and turned to face her. “What are you doing here?” You asked her, and she just opened her mouth. Suddenly, the sky turned grey, and the wind was howling.

“I-I came to get you back!” She stuttered again, for some reason she did not understood, you were blocking all of her powers, so she was defenseless.

“No, now leave.” You said in a stern voice and everything just disappeared. You were both standing beneath a light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling.

“Please, Y/S/N” She pledge and the light started to flash. You chuckled, repressing a laugh, which just gave in a few moments later, ending with a mocking tone.

“Ok, now I can confirm” You smirked “You guys don’t even know my name” You laughed again and M’gann's heart felt a sting of regret.

“No, I told you to leave already” You said, turning your back on her. “What is happening to you?” She asked in a sad tone.

“It’s a curse. I found out about it recently, but I couldn't do much to stop it anyway” You shrugged and M’gann felt a chilly wind blow.

“Please, we are getting farther and farther very moment, just come back with us” She said and offered you her hand. You just turned to face her for a moment, and chuckled again.

“Why would you guys want me back when you were the ones who pushed me this further away in the first place?” You whispered, and suddenly, M’gann felt a force that was pushing against her. Everything was dark for a moment, she felt like she was suffocating, while feelings of regret, sadness and loneliness filled her. Then she felt another force that was pulling her out. When she got back to her body, she saw her uncle was the one who pulled her out. She felt tears building in her eyes and running down her cheeks. She sobbed. Conner turned to hug her and she clinged to him.

“S-… so alone…s-so sad” Her voice cracked and everyone felt her pain. Truth was Martian Manhunter pulled her out because everyone used their bond with her to get her out of the curse. They could have pulled you out too using that same strategy, but there was a problem, you had no bonds with anyone.

“Her heart just stopped. She has no pulse anymore” Jaime said and silence felt. The Team was never the same after that day.

#dc imagine #dc comics imagine #Young justice imagine #angst

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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Red Challenge: Day Seven - Red Neck

Summary: When Tim gets home from patrol he finds Kon waiting for him. He’s not ready for the amount of mother-henning his boyfriend was about to do after finding out that he's been injured.

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"Tim?"

Tim freezes in place when he hears his name being called. He hadn't known that Kon was in, he thought the meta was still in Kanas. He wasn't supposed to visit Tim until the weekend, it was only Wednesday today (well, technically it was Thursday morning but who’s keeping track?)

He really needed Kon to not be there tonight. As much as he wanted to see his boyfriend, he didn't actually want his boyfriend seeing him.

It had been a rough night. Tim got sloppily and Two face managed to get the drop on him. After a fist fight that did not go well in Tim’s favour, he was pinned down to the ground with Two Face’s hands wrapped around his neck, successfully chocking him. Tim had struggled against the man but just couldn’t seem to get himself free, he had tried everything he could think of but as he was running out of oxygen he was simultaneously running out of options.

Before he fell unconscious, Red Hood had come to his rescue and dealt with Two Face while Tim recovered, he gasped in precious air and worked to get his breathing back under control. After the villain had been dealt with, Jason had gone over to him and checked him over. His brother's diagnosis had been that he's got some bruising around his neck and that it’s a little red but apart from that it seems like he’ll be alright.

Tim had thanked him for saving his life and reassured him that he'll be alright on his own for the rest of the night. After dealing with near suffocation Tim was calling it a night, so there was no need for Jason to hover around.

He leaves his brother to the rest of his patrol and heads back to his apartment he’d recently been staying in. He certainly hadn't planned for Kon to be at his apartment when he returned. As soon as his boyfriend finds out about what happened, he's going to go into over-protective mood and won't leave him alone. Tim thinks it's cute about how protective Kon can be but at the same time it's downright annoying. Tim can look after himself, he doesn't need anyone mother-henning him.

Tim looks over at Kon who was stood on the opposite side of the room looking at him with concern.

“Hey Kon.” Tim says, trying to keep his voice normal while his throat protested at the action, “What are you doing here?” God his voice sounded awful, it was sort of breathless and rough. If he wanted to fool Kon into thinking he was perfectly fine then he’s going to have a hard time doing so with his voice sounding like that.

Kon gives him a disappointed look and crosses his arms over his chest. The meta raises an eyebrow, “Really Tim? We’re going to play this game. I heard what happened, I wanted to come and check on you.”

Tim lets out an annoyed sigh and asks, “Jason?”

Kon nods once confirming it, “Jason.”

Tim frowns and looks away form his boyfriend to the plain boring wall. Damn his brother calling for Kon to come and check on him. He told him he’ll be fine!

“Tim please, don’t be like this.” Conner was then stepping towards him, when he gets in reaching distance he holds out his hand to him and waits.

Tim looks at the hand for a moment and sighs, this time in resignation, before reaching and grabbing it with his own. Kon softly smiles as he gently tugs him through the apartment and towards the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Kon looks at his face for a long time before his eyes wonder down to his neck. Tim allows him to do his examination, there will be no getting out of it so it’ll be easier for both of them if he just cooperates and lets Kon do his thing. The meta is then stepping forward into his space and cups his chin, he carefully guides Tim’s head upwards so he could get a clearer view of his neck.

Minutes later Kon lets go of his chin and cups the side of his face, guiding it back down so they could look at each other properly.

“Your necks really red Tim, it’s certainly going to be bruised in the morning. How does it feel?”

Reaching up Tim covers Kon’s hand with one of his own, he shrugs in answer, “It’s not too bad.” His voice was still rough and it was a bit of a discomfort to talk but Kon didn’t need to know that.

Kon doesn’t look like he believes him but thankfully he lets that bit go, instead he addresses another thing. “Right well, while you get changed into your pyjamas, I’m going to make some hot chocolate and get some cream for your neck.”

“Kon you don’t need -”

Kon’s other hand slaps over his mouth and he sends Tim a glare. “Hush. I want to. Let me take care of you,” his glare softens as he quietly adds a “please” to the end of his sentence.

Seeing as Kon’s now turned on his puppy dog look Tim just couldn’t refuse. He could see his boyfriend’s concern for him all over his face and that’s enough to get him to give in. He sends Kon a small smile, “Okay, fine, you win.”

Kon’s puppy dog look immediately disappears and is replaced with a knowing grin, “Perfect.”

Before Tim could protest Kon was leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips, it takes him a moment to react but soon enough he was kissing back. However before he could deepen the kiss and take it even further Kon pulls away, still wearing that stupid smug grin of his. “I love you, but seriously go and get changed. I’ll sort everything else out.”

With that Kon leaves the bathroom and leaves Tim to his task. Clearly having no other choice, Tim does what he’s been told to and changes.

As he does so Tim thinks about the situation he’s now in, it may be a good thing that Kon is around to look after him (not that he needs a babysitter because he doesn’t) because then at least they get to spend some time together or on the other hand it could be a disaster because Tim may get very frustrated with the meta trying whom is trying mother-hen all the time. It could go one way or the other, so for now Tim will go with the flow and will just wait to see how the next couple of days turn out.

#Tim Drake #Kon-El #timkon #injury #Red Challenge #red neck #fluff #comfort #fanfiction

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