#mer!tim

TimKon, Mermaid AU, Mermaid Tim, Human Kon, Worldbuilding, Humour, Telepathy, Injured Tim, Confused Kon.

Summary: Kon had always considered mermaids to be ruthless creatures, a mystery the world wouldn’t be able to fully solve, and yet here in this tank in front of him this mermaid is adorably pouting because he’s not getting his own way.

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When the door to the office slams open Kon jumps and looks up from the textbook he had been studying, he blinks in surprise as his dad barges in without a word. The man instantly walks over to his desk and starts rummaging through the various bits of paper scattered on the desktop clearly looking for something specific.

Kon goes to ask him what’s the matter but stops himself when he sees that his dad is currently on the phone. His tone is rather stern, his words coming out in a rush with a sense of urgency. Before he could so much listen in to what was being conversed his dad hangs up and turns to him wearing a hard expression.

“I need you to sort a tank out in the next hour.” His dad tells him in lieu of an explanation to his behaviour.

Just a little something based off a convo @heavensrenegade and I had ;)

Dick spotted the base of an island under the water as he spun and twirled under the waves, the sunlight that broke through the surface, glinted of his blue scales, causing a reverse streak of sunlight in the water.

He slowed to a stop, drifting gently along the current. He kicked his tail toward the surface and stuck his head above water, scanning the beach of the island.

He blinked when he saw a man--a human man--walking across the sand. He had a Mer cradled in his arms, his red fins grazing the sand every now and then. The man laughed and the Mer had his arms wrapped around his shoulders as he carried him to the water.

He waded out until the water was deep enough and released the Mer who floated easily.

“I’ve gotta go grab my stuff and then I can meet you back here,” he said.

“Sure, Jay,” the Mer said, watching him go.

As soon as the man disappeared, Dick sank under the water. He darted forward and grabbed the tail of the Mer that was lazily kicking his tail.

Dick yanked down on the end of the tail, pulling him under into the deeper water.

“What the hell?” he screeched, kicking wildly to try and break free.

“Calm down, I’m trying to save you,” Dick hissed.

The Mer stilled, staring at him. “What are you talking about?”

Dick carefully unwrapped his fingers now that it didn’t look like he was going to dart away. “I’m here to save you from the human.”

“You don’t need to save me from him.”

“But he’s going to eat you!” Dick screeched.

The Mer stared at him, blinking. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Humans...eat...Mers...” Dick said slowly.

Tim chuckled. “Believe me, he’s not going to eat me. Jason’s safe.”

“Jason?” Dick asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah. His name’s Jason and I’m Tim.” He glanced behind him and saw Jason’s legs in the water. Tim grinned and heard Jason’s muffled call to him.

Before Dick could stop him he darted to the surface, popping up out of the water.

“Over here!” he called.

“What are you doing all the way out there?” he asked, wading closer.

“Met a friend,” he said.

“A friend? Did Bart and Kon come back?” he asked.

“Nope,” he said as Dick stuck his head out of the water next to him.

“You’re not a Mer-cannibal are you?” he shouted towards Jason.

“A what?” he asked.

“He thinks you’re going to eat me,” Tim supplied.

Jason chuckled and smirked. “I wouldn’t mind eating you in a different kind of way.”

Dick looked at Tim when he sighed and watched his cheeks turn a bright red.

“How long have you been here anyway?” Dick asked, drifting closer now that it seemed there was no immediate danger of being eaten by the human.

“A couple months, I think?” Jason said. “Long enough to have built a shelter anyway,” he said with a shrug. “We were just about to do some fishing if you wanted to help out. I’ll pay you by cooking.”

Tim swam closer to Jason, hugging him from behind. “His cooking is the best.”

“Cooking?” Dick asked.

“We have a lot to teach him,” Tim said.

Jason grinned and pressed a kiss to Tim’s cheek. “Better get teaching.”

AU, no capes, Mer!Tim, One Shot, TimKon

La casa alle Hawaii era un sogno, possedeva praticamente tutto ciò che un adolescente di sedici anni potesse desiderare. Una grande camera da letto, una sala giochi tutta per sé ed ingresso alla spiaggia privata.

I vantaggi di essere l’unico figlio di una coppia che si era appena separata, e dove la madre faceva di cognome Luthor. Suo padre Clark e Lena, avevano avuto una focosa e folle notte assieme durante il periodo del collage. Un figlio non era affatto previsto ma, contrariamente a quello che avevano deciso all’epoca, Lena pensò di tenere il bimbo.

Ma poi vennero gli impegni, i problemi famigliari dei Luthor, l’azienda L Corp da mandare avanti, e praticamente il piccolo Conner crebbe da solo. Clark, dopo un estenuante battaglia legale durata anni, era riuscito finalmente ad ottenere la custodia del figlio. Non era pronto all’ora, ma lo era adesso. Desiderava che lui e Conner diventassero una famiglia, ora più che mai dato che si era appena sposato con il vero amore della sua vita: Lois Lane.

Ma, nonostante fosse stata una madre assente e distante, Lena aveva deciso di colmare questo vuoto regalando una meravigliosa villetta al figlio. Sapeva quanto amava l’oceano, e la vacanza alle Hawaii che fecero quando lui aveva dieci anni, fu l’estate più bella di sempre, forse per entrambi.

Nella lussuosa e moderna abitazione, totalmente arredata, c’era così tanto spazio che bastava per tutti, Clark e Lois compresi.

Insomma, per il giovane Conner Kent, da oggi iniziava una nuova vita. Su richiesta di Clark, gli aveva detto  di lasciarsi alle spalle il cognome “Luthor”, quanto meno, per tenere lontana la stampa, che aveva già versato litri di inchiostro sulla storia del figlio illegittimo. L’ultima cosa che desiderava Clark, era che Conner venisse coinvolto in un infinita battaglia per l’eredità milionaria dei Luthor.

La cosa più assurda, era che a Conner non fregava niente dei soldi. Perché era stato proprio il denaro, a tenere separati lui e sua madre. Anche la casa che stava ammirando dalla spiaggia, la vedeva solo come l’ennesimo disperato tentativo di farsi perdonare da lei, per non esserci mai stata nella sua infanzia.

Il muso umido di Kripto, si strofinò sul dorso della mano di Conner ripetutamente, fin quando il ragazzo non si degnò a dargli una carezza.

« Vuoi fare una passeggiata, bello? »

Il cucciolo di cane abbaiò entusiasta, ed iniziò a correre tutto felice sulla sabbia. Kripto, era stato un regalo di Clark, anche lui aveva molto da farsi perdonare. Tutti quegli anni in cui non si era mai fatto vedere, o le bugie sulla sua esistenza. Conner era furioso con entrambi i genitori e, in tutto questo caos di emozioni, Lois gli pareva come l’unica che non stava cercando di farselo piacere a tutti i costi.

Era una donna molto bella e sveglia, dotata di una spiccata personalità. Conner non poteva credere che avesse scelto di condividere la sua vita, con quel rammollito codardo di Clark.

Odiava Clark, faceva il padre solo quando gli era comodo, e non c’era mai quando avrebbe avuto bisogno del suo sostegno. Ma, almeno, Kripto gli era sembrato un dono molto meno freddo e sterile, della casa. La sua stanza era ancora piena di cartoni da svuotare, ma siccome si era stufato aveva preferito prendere il cane e uscire per andare ad esplorare la zona.

Tutto un tratto, si rese conto che Kripto si era bloccato dinanzi una grossa rete abbandonata sulla spiaggia. Strizzando gli occhi, vide spuntare una coda di pesce da quel groviglio. Non vedeva bene da quella distanza, così decise di avvicinarsi.

Pensava che avrebbe trovato un povero delfino piaggiato, o una qualunque altra creatura marina. Non era preparato a quanto invece gli si presentò dinanzi.

« Cazzo…!! »

Disteso sulla sabbia, c’era un ragazzo o, almeno, lo era per metà. Dalla vita in giù, dove di norma dovrebbero esserci le gambe, svettava una grossa coda di pesce.

« Cazzo… »

Si inginocchiò, strofinandosi più e più volte gli occhi, perché era certo di non star vedendo realmente quello che osservava inebetito ormai da cinque minuti.

La pelle del giovane era pallida, apparentemente liscia e levigata. I capelli invece, neri come l’onice, gli ricadevano disordinati sul viso. Le orecchie, curiosamente a punta svettavano dai ciuffi ribelli. Le mani, notò, erano strane, aveva le dita legate fra loro da una sottile membrana. Alcuni segni sul collo, gli fecero pensare a delle branchie. Quando si chinò di più, ne ebbe conferma. Indossava una collana fatta di conchiglie e pietre nere, di certo particolare, non come la paccottiglia che rifilavano ai turisti.

Ma la parte del corpo su cui si soffermò maggiormente, fu la coda. Le scaglie erano di un rosso intenso, con sfumature dorate che diventavano più accentuate sulla pinna. Brillavano in un modo accecante, sotto il sole di mezzo giorno. Questo non poteva che essere una sirena, anzi no, un tritone. Conner dovette prendersi un momento, per elaborare la cosa. Decise che era più opportuno “impazzire” dopo aver liberato il ragazzo. Quel che era.

Si prese la briga di concentrarsi, la spessa rete da pesca intrappolava totalmente i movimenti dell’affascinante creatura e, a giudicare da quanto fosse asciutta la pelle, doveva essere parecchio che si trovava lì. Meno male che non si separava mai dal suo fidato coltellino svizzero, e pensare che Clark lo prendeva in giro perché si portava quel gingillo ovunque.

Pregando che non fosse morto, Conner iniziò a disfare, e tagliare, la rete con pazienza. Scostando la prima matassa, si accorse che un amo piuttosto grande, era conficcato nella carne nel suo fianco sinistro. Dalla ferita sgorgava sangue fresco, ma, a giudicare dall’assenza di macchie sulla sabbia, l’emorragia era stata attenuata, forse dal tritone stesso.

Facendo attenzione, estrasse l’amo. Fortunatamente gli piaceva pescare, e aveva imparato come liberarsi degli ami in sicurezza.

Nel momento in cui l’oggetto affilato abbandonò le carni, un violento sussulto scosse lo strano ragazzo pesce. Si contorse gemendo, portandosi una mano sulla ferita aperta e pulsante. Respirava con fatica, ed era evidente che stesse soffrendo molto.

« Ehi, amico calmati! Sei ferito, non muoverti così! » Gli sfiorò una spalla, era strano che al tatto fosse così freddo nonostante le ore trascorse sotto il sole cocente.

Il panico parve travolgere totalmente il giovane, quando si rese conto della presenza di Conner sopra di lui. Iniziò a dimenarsi e a tirare pugni sul suo petto, per allontanarlo. Era spaventato a morte.

« No, aspetta! Non voglio farti del male, lo giuro! Ti voglio aiutare! Stai calmo! » Esclamò concitato, probabilmente nemmeno capiva la sua lingua. Decisamente non stava riuscendo nell’intento di non farlo agitare. Più si dimenava, maggiore era il sangue che zampillava dal suo fianco.

Buffo come Conner si rammentasse le cose nei momenti di panico.Si ricordò di quella volta che era caduto dalla bicicletta a sei anni. Si era fatto male, perdeva sangue da un ginocchio ed era spaventato. Così, la domestica che si trovava con lui, gli aveva posato una mano sulla guancia, sussurrando parole gentili per confortarlo. Colto da ispirazione, Conner replicò i gesti della donna, cercando di non rabbrividire per il contatto con quella pelle gelida.

« Va tutto bene. Sei al sicuro, non avere paura. » Ripeté con tono di voce basso e pacato. Doveva essere riuscito a trasmettergli un senso di quiete, perché la creatura si placò tutto un tratto. Per un lungo momento si fissarono negli occhi, Conner non aveva mai visto nessuno con le iridi di un blu così intenso. Parevano un oceano in tempesta, burrascoso e, tuttavia, anche un mare calmo, liscio come una tavola. Erano talmente meravigliosi e mistici, che per un momento si scordò di quel che voleva fare.

L’improvviso abbaiare di Kripto, fece scuotere Conner dai propri pensieri. Con gesti lenti, passò una mano dietro la nuca e l’altra a metà coda circa, e lo sollevò da terra. Camminò in direzione dell’acqua, la sensazione di freddo contro le sue gambe nude lo fece tremare un po’, ma non si fermò.

Avanzò fino a quando l’acqua non gli arrivò alla vita, e solo allora, vi depositò il ragazzo dentro. Lui rimase immobile per qualche secondo, con gli occhi socchiusi. Conner assistette ad una sorta di prodigio: l’acqua marina, stava lenendo la sua ferita, che si richiuse rapidamente sotto il suo sguardo scioccato.

Non aveva ancora mollato la presa, incerto che potesse stare a galla date le sue condizioni. Ma non appena il profondo taglio guarì, un paio di gemme blu scintillanti si spalancarono e, con un violento movimento di coda, si liberò della presa di Conner.

Il ragazzo scivolò e finì sott’acqua per un momento, ma lì era bassa e ci rimise poco a rimettersi in piedi. A meno di un metro di distanza, la creatura marina lo osservava. Aveva quasi tutta la testa immersa, spuntavano unicamente naso e occhi. I capelli, ora che erano bagnati, parevano ancor più neri e lucenti. Lo sguardo era fisso su di lui, concentrato e indagatore. Conner si sentì messo a nudo, quasi come se gli stesse leggendo dentro l’anima.

Troppo incantato e curioso, sollevò una mano in direzione dell’affascinante essere, cercò di avvicinarsi per poterlo toccare ancora una volta. Però, le pupille si restrinsero fino a divenire sottili come quelle di un felino, e poi sollevando appena il capo per far uscire la bocca dall’acqua, emise un suono acuto e stridulo.

Conner dovette tapparsi le orecchie, perché quel grido anomalo e, per nulla umano, che aveva appena emesso lo stordì terribilmente.

Passato il momento di disorientamento, si accorse che il tritone era sparito. Si guardò concitato in giro, immerse la testa sott’acqua sperando di vederlo nuotare ancora nei dintorni, ma niente. Si era volatilizzato nel nulla.

Avrebbe anche potuto credere che quella fosse stata tutta un allucinazione pazzesca, non fosse per la singola scaglia rosso sangue, che gli era rimasta attaccata alla t-shirt.

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Rating: G

Words: 22k+

Summary:

They’re halfway through breaking into the empty science laboratory when Jason finally decides to ask what they’re doing.

“Breaking out of prison,” the merboy says, and Jason doesn’t really know what to do with that.

“What’s your name again?” he asks, because he’s trying to find a way to ask his next question as seriously as possible, but he can’t find the right tone of voice that doesn’t involve using the merboy’s name.

“Tim,” says the merboy, barely giving him a passing glance as he concentrates on staring at the door handle.

“Tim, how does breaking into a research center relate to breaking out of prison?” he says, then belatedly adds, “I’m Jason, by the way.”

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Excerpt:

“Woah!” Jason exclaims, not even getting enough time to say bye to Garth. He didn’t know merpeople could swim so fast. Is it faster than the other Atlanteans? It would make sense – they do have actual tails, but his neck is starting to hurt with how craned it is, the water dragging it back against his efforts. “Where are we going?” he asks, but the water is rushing past his ears too fast for him to hear Tim’s response.

They don’t slow once they reach the cliff. Instead, Tim dives straight down, and Jason stares transfixed at where he can’t see the bottom, feeling fear creep into his pounding chest.

TimKon, Mermaid AU, Mer!Tim, Angst, Fluff, General Rating.

Summary: The Titans find out Tim’s biggest secret. 

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They weren’t supposed to find out like this, hell they weren’t supposed to find out at all. Tim hadn’t planned for this. He was at a loss for words as Kon stares at him in shock, possibly even horror.

“Kon....”

“Dude, you have a tail?” He asks bewildered.

“Kon, I can explain...” Tim says weakly, wanting to disappear. He self-consciously swishes his tail side to side underneath the water.

“Since when?”

“All my life...” Tim admits quietly looking away from his boyfriend in shame.

Kon goes to say something but stops. He turns around and looks at Bart and Cassie who are stood on the shore. Kon raises a thumb up at them yelling, “We’re good!”

Cassie yells something back but it’s muffled for Tim to make out the words, Kon on the other hand has no trouble understanding it with his super hearing.  

“We’ll be right over!” Kon turns back to Tim giving him a sharp look. “You have a lot of explaining to do when we get back to the Tower. How do you...” He gestures to Tim’s body underneath the water “Undo that?” 

Tim nods in understanding, that is certainly a conversation he’s dreading for various reasons. “I have a thing in my belt which helps, but I need to get on dry land to do it.” He answers Kon.

Kon looks at him for a long time and Tim starts to feel uncomfortable. Conner’s going to dump him now, isn’t he? He must think that Tim is such a freak.

“Okay, well you’re going to need to tell Cassie and Bart anyway. Let’s... let’s go.”

Kon turns around and starts to swim to shore. Why he doesn’t just fly Tim’s not sure, he’s probably going through several things in his head and trying to get around the new information that he’s just discovered. Tim sighs and starts to follow Kon to shore making sure to keep a grip on all his gear that he was forced to strip off during the transformation.

He usually doesn’t mind his tail, the sparkling blood red changing to midnight black was a sight he likes to see but right now he wishes he didn’t have it. It certainly isn’t the first time he wishes it gone.

Up ahead he sees Conner reach the shore. He climbs out and approaches Bart and Cassie. Tim guesses that Kon is telling them about his tail because the three of them begin to watch Tim approach.

Tim feels his stomach drop and tries to ignore their stares. Its unsettling and makes him want to vanish. A secret he’s kept away from his friends for years has just been revealed in the worst way possible.

What had happened was the Titans were busting a drug cartel in one of the warehouses along Gotham’s coast line. It was all going well until they realised there was a bomb. They’d managed to get everyone out and away, unfortunately except for Tim. By the time the bomb reached the end of its count down Tim was still very much in the blast radius. He had ducked behind the closet thing and wrapped up in his cape to try and protect himself as much as possible.

When the explosion happened Tim was struck by a different force than he expected, instead of getting hit with smoke and heat he got hit by a body. Superboy had come crashing in and picked him up. But as Superboy went to fly away, the explosion caused him to go off route and they ended up heading towards Gotham’s bay. Being disorientated from the blast, Superboy was unable to get his co-ordination right and they both crashed right into the water.

Tim didn’t even get the time to prepare himself for the transformation from human to merman. As he plunged deep into the river his body instantly began to change, he was forced to strip from his boots and leggings as his legs fused together and became his tail. He had to remove his cape and cowl so they don’t irritate his gills as they appeared, his gauntlets had to go as his hands became webbed between his fingers.

To say that Conner was surprised as they both broke the surface was an understatement. His boyfriend stared at him in shock for a good few minutes before blurting out the obvious.

Tim sighs as he reaches the edge of the shore, he swims up until he can put his hands on the sand bank. He chucks his gear further up the shore and starts to shuffle up the bank away from the water. He tries to ignore the gasps of shock coming from his team mates as his tail emerges out from Gotham’s river.

Tim winces as the sand comes into contact with his tail and as it sticks to him. It’s itchy and irritating. Once he’s far enough away from the water Tim stretches out and grabs his utility belt and starts digging around to find what he needs. Going to the right pouch he pulls out a compact towel, opening it up he spreads it over himself and wraps it tightly around his tail.

The towel was something he and Bruce had developed when Bruce found out about his… heritage. The idea of it is for it too suck out all the moisture from his body, having no water on him means that he’ll change back to human quicker. It’s special because it works quicker than the average towel, it’s packed in a special seal to keep it dry until it’s opened to be used.

He gets out the second one and wipes it over his upper body. He strips out of his armoured top and wipes the towel over his hair, chest and back. He’s well aware about how exposed he is, there’s no mask hiding his face and his body is on full display, but he knows the area he’s in has no cameras and if any one was looking over the river they wouldn’t see much anyway as it was dark out, if they were even looking Tim bets their attention would be on the warehouse fire far behind him instead.

The towels do their job and Tim feels the transformation back to human starting. The gills on his neck disappear and his fingers return to normal. Underneath the towel, he feels scales of his tail disappear back into his skin, his fin turn into his feet and as his legs split apart. Tim can’t help but let out a pained noise as his legs come apart, it’s always painful when it’s forced like this.

Once done, Tim reaches for his cape and covers his lower half of the body, just because there are no cameras doesn’t mean he wants to be stark naked out in the open. He looks at the gear he was able to save, his cape, bandoliers, armoured top and utility belt. His boots and gauntlets lost at the bottom of the river, but at least he has the main things.

He looks over at his team mates to find them still staring at him, mouths open as they gape. He sighs, “Guys, I know you all have a lot of questions but here isn’t the time to ask. The authorities will be dealing with the fire right now and we need to go, come back to my apartment and there you can have a go at me all you like.”

He glances at each of them in turn, Bart looks like he’s about to explode as he tries to keep back all of his questions, Cassie looks curious and also is holding back on the questions and Kon looks betrayed. Tim’s heart breaks when he looks over at his boyfriend, he hates that look Kon is wearing, betrayal, anger, worry, all mixed into one.

“Please, let me explain. I – I just, it’s… Kon…” Tim can’t even form a sentence. He shifts uncomfortably, the weight of their stares getting to him and because of the sand he’s sat on.

“Come on, the quicker we go the quicker we get answers.” Cassie says, she jumps up in the air and floats over to Tim, she leans down and grabs his belts before taking off in the direction of his apartment. Bart wastes no time in leaving, his exit sprays sand everywhere.

Tim shifts around, making sure the cape is wrapped tightly around his sensual areas, not that he was shy because Kon has very clearly seen everything Tim was packing. Kon walks over and bends down, he puts one arm under Tim’s legs and the other at his lower back and lifts him bridal style. Grabbing his armoured top he gives it to Tim before taking off in the air. Out of habit Tim wraps one arm around Kon’s neck, he’s able to refrain himself from placing his head on Conner’s shoulder like he normally does, with the way Kon’s jaw was clenched Tim believes that intimate gestures are best kept limited.

The flight was short and the entire time Kon hadn’t even looked at Tim. That alone made Tim feel even worse than before. His own boyfriend unable to look at him. Kon enters the apartment through the window while being mindful of Tim’s neighbours, but he’s done it hundreds of times before, Tim probably could count the amount of times on one hand that Kon had actually used the front door to enter his current home.

Kon walks over to the living room and places him on the couch before disappearing towards the bedroom, Tim keeps his eyes down towards the ground not wanting to look at Cassie or Bart who are also in the room. He does look up however when soft fabric collides with his head, frowning at Kon he grabs the items of clothing and puts them on. Some sweat pants and a jumper. He then tosses the cape and armoured top to the side where the rest of his gear is.

He sighs and buries his head in his hands, “So, what do you guys want to know?”

When no one answers he looks up to see his team mates having a silent conversation between themselves. Tim waits patiently, trying to not let his nerves get the better of him and also uses Batman’s training to stop himself from fidgeting.

The three of them seemed to come to a conclusion and turn to him, “We want to know everything Tim. Why you kept this secret from us, after all these years. How long have you been like this? We’re assuming that Batman knows. Just why you couldn’t trust us Tim.” Kon says looking at him with that same look from earlier, hurt, betrayal, anger.

Tim rubs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath, “Everything. You want to know everything.”

“Yes.” Came the sharp reply, “You owe us at least that.”

“I’ve been this way all my life. I was born with it, inherited it from my father. He left the sea life behind due to wanting to explore the surface, he met my mother and settled down. When I was born he didn’t want that part of his life to be in mine, growing up he dismissed everything about his heritage and refused to tell me about it. As a child I was curious, I have this amazing gift but I wasn’t allowed to know anything about it and my dad made it out to be so bad. One day he snapped at me and it scared me so much that I never asked him about it again.” Tim tells them. He glances at them to find them staring at him with interest.

Taking another breath he continues, “You’re right in saying that Batman knows. I was able to hide this… ability for about a year after I became Robin. There was a mission and Nightwing ended up unconscious and was thrown into the bay, Batman was on the other side of town and I was Nightwing’s back up, after knocking the criminals out I stripped and dived in after him not caring about the consequences. I brought him back up to the surface and brought him back to us. Batman found me with a tail over Dick’s breathing but unconscious form.

He was so furious after finding out. It took me ages to convince him to let me carry on being Robin, I only convinced him with the help of both Alfred and Dick. After that we came up with some alternatives, the towels for instance, it’s specially designed to suck the moisture out of my body quickly. We never manged to find a way to stop the shift completely but that’s just that.

How it works, um, I only transform fully when submerged in water, so like the bay or a swimming pool, the sea or even the bath. I start to transform if I’m under a shower for longer than 5 minutes-”

“Is that why you never want shower sex?” Kon blurts out of nowhere.

Tim looks at him and raises an eyebrow and can’t help but laugh, “Yes Kon, that’s why I’ve never had shower sex with you. Trust me, I very much would like to but after 5 minutes I change.”

Kon frowns and looks away, and Cassie pipes up, “No need for details about your sex lives, thanks. Tim continue…”

Tim clears his throat as he feels a blush creep up on his face, “Uh right, sorry. Anyway, so I have to have quick showers because I start to change after 5 minutes. The rain is sort of similar, that’s why I didn’t patrol very much as Robin when it was absolutely pouring down, however if I kept most of my skin dry then it wasn’t too bad. My second suit, the red and black one, wasn’t as bad because it covered most of my body, Red Robin is the easiest to go out in because it’s only my mouth on show, so I don’t transform as quickly when that’s only wet, of course that doesn’t apply if I’m completely submerged underwater like tonight.

The reason I didn’t tell you guys I guess is because I was ashamed or I just simply didn’t think to tell you about it. My dad had drilled it into my head that what I am is a terrible thing, that it’s something to be ashamed of. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t…

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry that you guys had to find out this way.”

After Tim had finished talking there was complete silence in the room, each of them taking in what Tim had told them. Tim doesn’t look up from where he was fiddling with his fingers, he doesn’t want to see their faces.

“Are you afraid that we’re gonna judge you Tim?” Cassie asks him gently. Not looking up Tim shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t have an answer for that.

Cassie speaks again, this time her voice is stern and Tim makes it out to be her leader voice, “Well, I’ll tell you now, that is complete bullshit.”

Tim frowns but doesn’t look up, that’s when a hand appears under his chin and forces his head up. He’s forced to look at two blue eyes, “Tim you are going to listen to me right now.” She shakes his head with her hand still on his chin, “We will not judge you, we’re the last people who will judge you, you wanna know why, it’s because we’re all different. You just fit right in. I’m a demi-god, Bart’s from the future, Kon’s a clone and you’re a mermaid. So what? It doesn’t make you any less you, any less bat like, you’re fine as it is.”

When Tim doesn’t say anything Cassie sighs and let’s go of his chin, “Look Tim, we’re not going to judge you. Okay we’re all annoyed at you for not sharing your life’s biggest secret with us, but then again that’s just you, as long as you’re not hiding anything else major I’m sure we can forgive you.”

Tim snorts, “There’s nothing else, I can promise you that.”

Cassie smiles and pats his cheek, “Good. Now that’s all over, I’m heading back to the Tower.” She heads for the window and steps out, “Tim you better show me what that tail of yours really looks like one day.” With that she slips out into the night sky.

There’s a pause after she’s left, but it doesn’t last long as Bart speeds in front of him, “By the way I think it’s super cool that you have a tail and how you’re a mermaid. Can I touch your tail? Does that mean you can breathe underwater? What would happen if I chuck a jug of water over you?”

Tim blinks at his friend, letting his mind catch up with what the speedster was asking, “Thanks I guess? Yes you can touch it, when I show Cassie my tail you can see it also. Yes I can breathe under water and I would get wet but nothing would really happen as it’s not a constant flow of water like rain or that I’m not surrounded by it like the sea so I wouldn’t transform.”

Bart tilts his head to the side in a cat like manner, “Oh okay! Awesome. Look I gotta go but let me know when you meet with Cassie because I want to be there!”

“Yeah that’s fine.”

Then just like that he’s gone.

Tim turns to the last person in the room with him, his throat now starting to dry out and his heart beating faster. What’s Kon going to say? What’s he going to do?

Tim gets up off the couch and stands in front of his boyfriend, “Kon…”

Kon puts his hand up to stop Tim from talking, “Look Tim, I’m pissed at you. You kept this secret away from me, for all the years we have known each other, all the years we have dated, I thought we trusted each other Tim, and you couldn’t trust me with something like this.”

“Kon please, I’m so sorry… I do trust you, you know I do.”

The look Kon gives him makes him feel sick, “But not enough apparently.”

Tim opens his mouth to beg Kon more, but once again Kon cuts him off, “Look Tim I get why you didn’t tell me. Your father obviously played a major impact in what you think about yourself and how you feel about your… abilities but you should have still told me of all people.”

Tim wants to cry. The way this conversation is going is breaking his heart and its making him want to cry. He can’t lose Kon, not again.

Kon opens his mouth to say something but seems to think it through and closes his mouth again. Tim decides to take the weight of his shoulders and ask the dreaded question, “Are you, breaking up, with me?” He hates how weak his voice sounds and how shaky it is.

Kon’s face turns from hurt to shock, “What? No! Tim, I’m not - no. No no no.” He steps forward and takes Tim’s face in his hands and cradles it, with a firm voice he tells Tim, “I am not breaking up with you, you idiot.” As if to prove his point he bends down and captures Tim’s lips in a passionate kiss. Tim doesn’t miss a beat and instantly kisses him back.

They split apart and Kon tugs him into a hug, “Look Tim what Cassie said was right, we’re not going to judge you.”

Tim hugs him back and buries his face in Conner’s chest, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Conner makes a humming noise before saying, “I know you are and I accept your apology.” He then pulls Tim away and cups his face once again, “I love you, okay. That hasn’t changed wonder boy. This is just going to take a little time to sink in that’s all. I’m not happy that you kept it a secret all these years but I’ll forgive you soon enough.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Tim declares firmly.

Kon cracks a smile, “I know you will, and me being the moron that I am will fall into that trap.” That brings a small smile to Tim’s face, “Look I’m gonna go for the night, I’m going to spend some time on the farm, think over all this okay. Then you can work on making it up to me.”

Tim nods, “Yeah okay. So you’re definitely not breaking up with me?” He asks sheepishly.

Kon lets out a laugh and squishes his cheeks together, “No you idiot, I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Okay, good. I was worried.”

Kon snorts, “Clearly.” He leans in and steals a kiss from him again. They pull apart and Kon lets go of him and moves towards the window, “As I said, I’m going to spend some time at the farm to think everything over, then you can get to work winning me back.”

Tim sends him a small yet relived smile as he disappears out into the night. Once he was gone Tim slumps on to the couch and groans. That was not supposed to happen like that. God, he’s so lucky to have such understanding friends and a fucking fantastic boyfriend.