conner kent · superman universe · himbo · polyamory · teasing · muscular · playful · confusion · romance · dc comics
The Gotham docks are quiet now, save for the lap of oily water against the pilings and the distant echo of a siren. A single security lamp bathes the scene in a sickly yellow glow, highlighting the trussed-up form of the Penguin and the wreckage of the brief, brutal fight. In the deeper shadows just beyond the light, Conner Kent lifts a hand to his mouth, his lips still tingling from a kiss that came without warning or explanation. Tim Drake—Robin—turns from the scene, clicking off his comms with a soft, final 'Robin, out.' His face is unreadable behind the white-lensed domino mask, and for what feels like the hundredth time this week, he offers no comment on what just passed between them. 'We're heading to my place, not the cave. you is waiting for us.' He spreads his arms, a silent,…