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You see, Konner Kent knew he had a type. Thinking about all his crushes, the pattern was obvious.
Sassy, smart, sick looking guys with eyebags large enough to replace his backpack.
So it was no surprise that once he saw Timothy Jackson Drake, he was hypnotised. Pale white skin, jet black hair, sky blue eyes… he looked tired yet witted the reporters like it was his job.
He had a voice that made him blush and god- he was a sucker for the way his muscle stretched when he moved.
Needless to say, Konner Kent knew he had now what many called a Celebrity Crush.
Tim Drake was a rich Gotham socialite. He was a CEO, had skipped a couple years in school and juggled two multimillion dollar companies at once. Yeah. That guy was his type.
Despite his little celebrity crush, his real life crush was even worse.
Fucking Robin.
Batmans protege. The boy that planned everything ahead, ran on energy drinks and had him dreaming of… things.
Sometimes sweet dreams, where they go on a date. Sometimes nightmares where Kon watches Robin get injured. Sometimes dreams that shouldn't be talked about. But always featuring Robin.
It was worse considering he didn't knew Robins identity but Robin knew who Kon is. It was never said explicitly but you know, Batman and Robin.
Now why was he thinking about this all? Because he was watching a Tim Drake interview on the TV right now. He had a classic suit on, white shirt and all. His tie was around his gorgeous neck- why was this man so Beautiful?
"Say, Mister Drake, is it true that you are funding the Justice League to some extend?" The reporter asked. They were always after stories like this so they could start and argument between the pro-hero and anti-hero communities.
But Kon was curious too, was Tim Drake funding the League?
"Excellent question, though I would like to know what the Justice League has to do with the opening of an orphanage?" Tim raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms on his chest. Kon looked away as if they made eye contact. Yup, he was hot.
"Hahaha…" the reporter laughed nervously. "Just curiosity, you see, there are rumours…" Tim smirked slightly, just enough to be visible but not enough to be mean or anything. "No Gloria, Drake Industries is not funding the Justice League. Nor is Wayne Enterprises. We are funding the victims they save."
"And what about the younger heroes?" The reporter pressed. She was pressing for something.
"Is there something specific you're looking for? An answer you want for your story? Today is about the orphans, not about heroes"
"Well, Superboy has seemingly saved a lot of kids and brought them to this orphanage. What are your thoughts on him?"
Kon remembered the building they were in front of, Robin had said they could trust it since it was a Wayne Enterprises project. So they brought the kids who lost their families in a disaster to this orphanage that was having its official opening at the moment.
"How am I supposed to know what they were thinking? Really, you are reading too much into this." Tim sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly. "But I would say Superboy looks hot, if that's what you're fishing for"
Kon.exe has shut down.
Timothy Jackson Drake knew who he was…
Timothy Jackson Drake thinks he's hot…
Wow…
"Superboy?" Robin called out for him. "What are you watching- oh, the interview from yesterday got aired?"
Kon looked at Robin, he was in comfortable clothes even though he had his mask on. "You watched it already?"
Robin nodded and dropped next to him on the couch, stretching his arms.
Damn, those arms did things to his heart.
"Media in Gotham City gets to other cities later on, since they want to monitor what news go out. Especially The Waynes"
"The Waynes? Why?" Kon tilted his head, confused. Hehehehe Kon-Fused.
"You wouldn't wanna know what news they keep only in Gotham, believe me…"
Tim was having flashbacks on the video of Bruce dancing in the iceberg Launge.
"They want to keep the "Professional Wayne Family" image outside of Gotham. Inside of Gotham, everyone watched them grow up so…"
Robin shrugged and leaned his head on Superboy shoulder. "Why are you watching this anyways?"
Kon looked away, blushing.
"It's… about the orphanage we dropped the kids at"
Robin nodded, yawning. "They left out the part where Drake says he wouldn't mind paying Superboy back in different ways if he ever got saved by him…" his voice was sleepy and deep and wait- what did Tim Drake say?
"What?"
Robin was already half asleep. "Wait, I need an Energy…"
"No, you need sleep" Kon wrapped an arm around Robins waist to keep him in place.
"But the new case-"
"Sleep" Kon pressed and pulled Robin on his lap.
He could blush over this later.
Robin yawned again and leaned into Kons neck. "Fine…"
Kon held his breath so he wouldn't wake him up.
Would it be wrong to peak under his mask?
Kons fingers started to trace the edge of the domino mask. No, he couldn't. Robin was trusting him enough to sleep on him, he couldn't ruin this by crossing a line that was clear since day one.
So, he closed his eyes as well.
Just a little nap wouldn't hurt.
Kon-El had arms around his neck. That's what he noticed first. The second thing was the smell of minty bubblegum and energy drinks.
Robin.
They lay next to each other on the couch with Robin half on top of him, arms around his neck. Kon was holding him close with his arms around the boys waist.
"Rob?" He whispered the name, he didn't actually want to wake him up but wanted to be able to say "I tried waking you up".
"So handsome…" he whispered into his ear. What time was it even? He tried taking his phone from his pocket but couldn't without waking Robin up. Giving up, he sighed and started stroking Robins exposed waist.
The TV was turned off, probably a team member that came by and wanted Robin to sleep. In his sleep, Rob looked so peaceful and eternal. His hair was slightly damp and on his forehead. Kon wished he could see his eyes…
"Kon…" Robin sighed, snuggling more into Kons neck. Kon smiled, putting his other hand on Robins head to stroke his hair.
With a yawn, Robin opened his eyes. "Superboy?"
Robin had a deep morning voice.
"Y-Yes?" Kon covered his face with one hand- the one that was in Robins hair earlier- to hide his blush. His hand smelled like Robin, clean and bubblegummy.
"What time is it?" Robin rubbed his eye, head still on Kons chest.
Kon smirked, "Don't know, birdie, you're covering my pocket"
Robin rose his head, looking downwards. He could feel something hard at the side of his waist. Kon always put his phone in his front-pocket. "Oh, I'll get it" Robin reached between them to pull the phone out of Kons pocket.
"It's almost 11!" Robin tried to wiggle out of Kons arms. Emphasis on tried. "Supes?"
Kon sat up with Robin still in his arms, changing his position so that Robin was sitting on his lab. "I want a face reveal, birdie." Kon rubbed his nose against Robins. "I really, really want to see your eyes…" Kon looked pleading, cheeks slightly flushed. "Don't you trust me?"
Tim looked away for a little bit, thinking it through. He did trust Kon. He knew Kon wouldn't blab it out or something… he just felt insecure. He didn't want Kon to see his face and think he's ugly or something.
"Fucking fine" Robin pinched his nose and peeled of the mask, looking down to his hands holding the dark green domino. Bruce is going to kill me…
"Happy now?" He smiled at Kon.
Meanwhile, Kon was trying not to have a heart attack. "Oh Rob…" Kon felt like he just hit the Jackpot.
"You're beautiful, Tim Drake" Kon smiled at Tim, liking his lip piercing.
Robin- Tim, blushed- he made Timothy Drake blush. "And you're blind, Konner Kent"
"I can see just fine, handsome"