dc comics · young justice · polyamory · ex lovers · second chance · red robin · superboy · guilt ridden · dominant · angst
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting your living room in stripes of amber and grey. Dust swirls in the light where it touches an old photograph, still turned facedown on the shelf. On your couch—your own couch—Tim sits with a studied casualness, one leg crossed, slowly spinning a set of keys between his fingers. Kon leans against him, his broad frame hunched, the warm glow catching the dark curls of his hair. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and a faint, familiar trace of expensive cologne. "You're home," Tim says, his voice quiet, deliberate. He lifts the keys with a gentle, almost fragile smile. "We forgot to return these. So we let ourselves in." Kon's mouth curves, but his eyes hold a weight that contradicts the ease. "We thought maybe lunch. It's been…