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Kon paces worriedly. He- he wasn’t sure what to do, or how to even go about apologizing, but- but he has to try… Where does he begin, though?
With a frustrated sigh, his hand drifts toward his necklace, and-
Oh.
Oh, he knows exactly how to apologize.
“Are you certain it was a mistake on both ends?” Tim hears Damian hiss, “Timothy would never make such an action- or fall for such an unworthy suitor!”
“That may be the case, but who he decides to love is up to him,” Dick tries to explain to Damian, “we can’t force him to love someone else.”
Tim sniffs dejectedly, poking blandly at the cereal and berries floating innocently in the pond of milk. He was sad. Sad and Hungry and Miserable.
“... Yeah, I don’t like seeing him like this either, but-”
“But “he” can still hear you!” Tim groused, grumbling as he flops against the counter with yet another sigh.
Oh he was but a poor little worm in the eyes of the universe, inching along with no end in sight. Oh how the world has cursed him, bound him to the lowly mortal plain where he-
Wait, he could test for his Third Tail soon… He’d be the youngest of his generation to do so, but he’s a prodigy after all… Though he wishes Kon could watch him achieve it.
Oh miserable earth! Oh how thee has doomed poor Timothy Drake and condemned him to a lifetime of suffering and loneliness! Oh how he shall balk in the face of the future and tremble in his pathetic agony. Oh, misery- his eternal companion! Oh how he should lament. Never before has such loneliness been witnessed. Henceforth, no longer should he be known as Timothy Drake, but rather as Timothy, the poor wretch who never managed to successfully court his mate, who will die alone and sad and miserable.
Oh dearest and beloved Lady Death, witness the agony of thy poet, and send a sign to assure him all will be well, and his life would be forever indebted-
“Yo, Timmy!” Jason calls from the front door, and the Fox could only muster up the strength to make a vague noise of acknowledgement, “Bitch-
“Language, Master Jason,” admonishes Alfred from his vantage everywhere and nowhere in the manor. At this point, they’ve all stopped trying to guess where the deity was at any given moment. If he wanted to reveal himself, then he would. If he didn’t, then he didn’t. Simple as that! If only Tim’s lovelife was just as simple…
“Sorry, Alfie!” Jason calls back, “Tim, get your butt up and stop moping, there’s someone here to see you!”
“Tell them to go away!” he complains, miserably burying his head into his arms.
“You want me to leave?” a voice asks, and Tim feels all the blood drain from his face, “But I came here with gifts and-”
“Conner?”
And yup, standing in front of Tim was the very Conner “Kon-El” Kent that rejected Tim’s affections barely two days ago.
“Hey,” he says before glancing over at the gaggle of Bats that were hovering at the doorway protectively, “I… can we go somewhere private for this? I’m-”
“Yeah!” Tim said, perhaps a little too quickly as he glared at his brothers to knock it off, “We- we can go to my room?”
“Uh… yeah, that’ll be fine.”
“Okay- okay! Uhm, yeah, let’s go!” Tim brightens and begins to lead the way.
What he fails to notice, but what Kon sees extremely clearly, were: Dick holding dual escrima sticks crackling with electricity, Jason wielding a gun loaded with kryptonite bullets, and Damian brandishing a kryptonite-laced katana.
Very quickly, Kon hurries to join Tim in his room.
Tim locks the door behind them, locking the window and allowing his mist to fill and reinforce the perimeter. The Fox shifts his weight from foot to foot before hesitantly turning to face Kon with an uncertain smile. Now that it was just him and Kon, he can’t help but feel so- so nervous.
“...So…” Tim tilts his head slightly, tugging on his fingers as a sudden burst of fear fills his chest.
But the anxiety eases drastically, quickly being replaced by a sharp sense of curiosity as Kon brandishes a small, innocent box.
He leaned forward curiously, freezing as he saw Kon’s hand reach forward.
Tim flinches away, blinking in confusion when he spotted the expression of concern stretching across the kryptonian’s face.
“W-what’s wrong?” he asks, his pulse quickening as Kon sets the box aside and gently reaching forward to hold Tim’s neck.
The Fox’s throat bobs as he swallows, breath stuttering as he tilts his head back to allow Conner better access to his throat.
“Who did this to you?” Conner asked, his tone bordering on horrified and furious as his thumbs brushed against the burn scar that stretched across Tim’s neck, “Timothy-”
“Tim…”
“What?”
“C-call me Tim,” Tim stammered, his face embarrassingly warm as he leaned into Conner’s touch. He wonders if the kryptonian could tell just how much Tim trusts him.
Conner smiles, and the Fox feels his heart clench with the urge to kiss him.
“Tim,” Conner breathes his name like a prayer, and Tim- Tim reaches forward and grabs the sides of the other’s face.
“Please,” the Fox pleads, “I- I need to kiss-”
Warm lips collide with his, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair- Conner’s movements were hungry- desperate-
Sparks dance up his spine, fireworks bursting in his chest as butterflies flutter and dance within his stomach. A whine escapes his lips as Tim feels Conner’s lips press against his jugular- his heart jerks at the feeling of scraping against his throat-
“Shit,” Kon curses, peeling away and leaving Tim wheezing and dazed.
The Fox blinked, regaining his wits as Kon grabbed the box and opened it, revealing a beautiful sapphire pendant that matched Kon’s.
“...Oh…” he breathes, cupping the pendant in his hand with a reverent air as he gently traces a hand down the golden chain.
“Do- do you like it?” Kon asked, fidgeting nervously- clearly awaiting Tim’s approval.
The Fox smiles, sweeping his hair out of the way in order to clip the gift around his neck. The sapphire sat wonderfully beside the two other pendants that pulsed gently in time with the hearts of Jason and Steph.
Tim gently brushes a thumb against the gem, “I… I love it.”
The other nods before nervously wringing his hands, “Are- do-”
“Do you want to go out with me?” Tim asked first, an amused smile dancing across his lips, “Yes, Conner Kent. I would love to go out with you… Would you like to be mine?”
Kon blinks before nodding with a confused expression, “Sure!”
Tim’s heart soars with glee.
If only his mom can see him now.