Conner Kent

Tim sighed after a long day of yelling at the Mini Titans, seeing his father, and visiting Barbara. Now he was entering his, secret, home that he had with the man he loved more than anything in this world. Conner Kent. He sighed and tried to sense if the kryptonian was home. “Con?” He called out loud and moved to the kitchen. He had already suspected that the other would have been waiting for him to come home and cook a meal for them. “Come tell me what you want for dinner or you are getting steak again!”

“Oh, no. Not steak. Anything but steak,” Conner stressed, looking very much like an abused and deprived young man as he stepped into the kitchen to greet Tim, having heard him coming from nearly a mile down the street. “I mean... if you have to make steak, who am I to say I won’t eat it?” he asked with a grin. “I’ll tell you what will be a lesson: making two steaks for me. I don’t know how I’ll survive that.”