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“Where’s my Dildo Boy? Get in here now!” Maya shouted just as you were holding out paperwork for Matt Remmick to accept. 

His face soured instantly and you couldn’t hide the panic, which he immediately read to be fear. Not aware of your boxers sticking to your sex. 

Grabbing the paper and walking into Maya’s office with rage boiling over her stared to shout. 

“YOU CAN’T CALL YOUR PERSONAL ASSISTANT THINGS LIKE THTAT! THIS ISN’T OLD HOLLYWOOD LOT! THAT’S SEXUAL HARASSMENT AND HE’LL SUE US! MAYA WHAT, ARE YOU THINKING!” He shouted causing your ears to turn red. Everyone called you Maya’s Personal Property (a play on personal assistant no doubt but not very good), not even knowing your name on this lot. After his long it was almost sad, if it didn’t cause people to give you a wide berth. So you weren’t thrilled that today was the day Matt realized what was happening. 

You winced at the volume as well as the open door that let everyone hear what was happening. 

“Subby, get in here1” Maya spoke once Matt was out of breath and his face resemble the red of a fire hydrant. 

You look around at the people leaning in to listen, huddling a little by the hallway, but you know what happens if she has to ask a third time. 

So you grab your iPad and Apple Pencil and scurry into her office, waiting for what you know she already wants. 

Maya’s not looking at you; she’s giving Matt a glare that could have killed him. As she reaches into her bottom drawer. Flipping open the folder, one that had your actual name on it. 

You gulp, not eve seeing the folder or that drawer, on her large key chain its the black key, one you’ve also never seen used. Now you understand why. 

“There’s my Bussy Boy? Close the door!” Maya tells you, and you were really hoping she wouldn’t use that particular nickname in front of Matt, but she does. Not that he didn’t know you were trans, but it was a particularly descriptive nickname, not that Subby, Cum Boy, Little Prince, Dildo, Hitachi Honey, or any of the other things Maya had no problem calling you in public (writing all over your body, or texting you in the middle of a meeting). 

But it was particularly clear what happened in the privacy of Maya’s giant office when she yelled it in front of Matt, Sal, or…or the entire company. 

You obediently shut the door with a click and took your position to the side of Matt in front of Maya’s desk, just where she wanted you. Although usually you were on your knees when you entered her office. 

You shifted in your pants, the ones Maya had brought a tailor in to fit you with - just like the rest of your clothes. 

Maya was thorough, down to your soap, cologne, hair cut, length of nails, earring (gold to match her jewelry always), boxer briefs….and the packer that sat in them. The one she always reminded you was hers…

Matt was sweating from his outrage, and you felt bad for the man. 

Because you knew where the skeletons lived, that drawer you had seen, and this guy had no idea what Maya had at her fingertips. 

“You can’t do this-You can’t- Maya!” He argued weakly, eve as a man with so much power, he was looking smaller in Maya’s office already.  

The head of marketing isn’t perturbed in the slightest; she’s too calm, you wonder now if she’s got mental illness that needs to be checked. Not to say she was crazy, but beyond controlling, and that short temper had cose this studio more than just money. 

Maya straightened her shoulders and smiled viciously at Mathew. 

“He works for me, he’s not your employee.” Maya started flipping through the rather large folder, you wondered what else was in it with your name on it. 

“This isn’t some Hollywood backlot-Yes he does! He works very much for me!”

Maya laughed at Matt, who was now turning less red and more of a maroon. Sorta like the color of someones ballsack after getting hit by a baseball. Or a particularly mean dominant with a boot was playing with his crown jewels. 

Maya set leafed through the final page and set it out for him to see. 

You lifted your chin just a bit to see them as well, having not worn your contacts today, instead, the pair of glasses that Maya picked. Noticing that you rubbed at your eyes too much when you tried the contacts (she didn’t do it as a present, she swore it was because it annoyed her to watch…no other reasons).

You saw your signature, but you were very sure you hadn’t signed any of those papers in that folder. Maya had most definitely taken one of your signatures on the first day of employment and simply saved it as a signature to sign whatever she’d required. 

It should scare you, but it didn’t. 

In truth, you had no one, had nothing, no friends or family, no degree or hobbies before. So as Maya took over your life, you found you saw more….fucking enjoyed more. Than ever before. 

No matter how cruel Maya was, she took care of you. Got you medical help, hired a nurse after your top surgery….A lawyer for your name change…She injected you with Testosterone regularly, as you’d been nervous to do it yourself. 

Maya didn’t ask, she simply called you into her office on a schedule, dropping your pants and boxers, giving you the shot. Fuck she even figured out you liked the cartoon Band-Aids. Putting it on and… you could have sworn she didn’t spank you for three days after because of it. Though you never confirmed. 

So, as you saw the paperwork, you were in fact not in a legal contract with Continental Studios, you figured you should be upset. 

But you weren’t. 

Maya Mason had invaded every inch of your life, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be concerned about that, not after people who were supposed to love you had thrown you away like yesterday's stinky fish. 

“This isn’t-” He begins only to be cut off. 

“You’ll see in the corner that it’s signed by my lawyer Harper Spiller, everything is notarized, and here-” Maya flipped two more pages where length NDA’s were signed. 

“This is Continental Studios property! You can’t do your weird personal assistant turned sex slave shit here.” His mouth fluids flying was sorta gross. 

“Why?” Maya’s left eye twitched; it was so subtle, yet you saw it. People didn’t really tell Mason couldn’t do this in this town. Even if Matt was a pseudo-leader, the clear disrespect riled the older woman up. 

“I’m the head of the studio and-”

“How much coke is in Sal’s desk?” Maya asked, bored, already pulling the papers back into the file like she didn’t want Matt to get his spit on them.

“Thats-”

“Your best friend, and I’m some girl you hooked up with on shrooms. But you and I both know how that went, and what I still have proof of, the evidence I hold from that night's activity-”

“Stop!” He shouted and gazed at you then back at Maya. 

“The studio could get in a lot of trouble for,” he threw his hand in your direction.

For the studio head supposedly standing up for you, it was clear he didn’t give a damn at you. 

“If you can tell me his first and last name, I’ll let you take me to the lawyers office and we can have out my documents versus what I can bring- Oh and; Mason’s Man Thing, and Maya’s Personal Ass to Mouth or whatever else they’re calling him doesn’t count Mr. Remmick.” Maya had this got you look in her eye when she won. And you watched on as the man couldn’t remember your name if his life depended on it. 

Mat was throwing his hands in the arm to stop her, but Maya was losing her patience. 

“This is bullshit Maya! You can’t get away with this!” He’s shouting and your dominant has lost her ability to keep it cool. 

“I ALREADY HAVE BEEN MATT! FOR FOUR YEARS! HE’S BEEN AT MY SIDE FOR FOUR YEARS AND YOU DON’T KNOW HIS NAME! SO GO FUCK YOURSELF ON SALS LIMP DICK AND GET OUT OF MY OFFICE UNTIL YOU HAVE SOME ACTUAL GUTS TO COME AT ME!”

“THIS ISN’T RIGHT!” Matt yelled back and Maya rounded her desk to get in his face and now you were a little concerned. 

“I’M IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP WITH AN IRON-CLAD NDA - YOU HAVE YOUR LAWYER CALL MINE! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT SO I CAN GET MY WORK DONE WHILE YOU PLAY ARTIST!” Maya’s screaming in his face, and it can be heard through the whole office; you wince just a bit. 

Never one to enjoy yelling in the first place, the anxiety meds with your name in Maya’s locked liquor cabinet were there for when noises became too much, like right now. 

But still, you stuck to the breathing techniques she gave you. Counting, Maya always promised she’s be able to stop yelling at whoever it was in less than a minute and a half. That it was important to add volume in the beginning to show who’s dick was bigger. 

In this moment it was clear, as Matt actually stepped back. 

“Maya, eventually you won’t get your way.” It sounds limp, because it is. 

Your boss's face so close to the studio heads that it should be a kiss if it wasn’t more probable to be a headbutt. 

“That day, I’ll make sure to take the studio with me, Matty. Now I have a 4 o’clock with Tarantino. And he can never operate Zoom without my help, so be a dear and close the door on your way the fuck outta my office.” The terrifying woman’s blue eyes could sear the flesh off the poor guy's face. 

He turns to look at you, just as terrified as you’d expect, but he still asks. 

“Are you here willingly? Like consensually? I mean, is this really a relationship?” He asks you, and you blink at him for a moment, a little too shocked at the question. 

If you’d been asked before this, you would have said absolutely not it wasn’t a relationship. 

Maybe you would have said it was kinky, some kind of BDSM thing. 

The first month, you’d have said Maya was simply so controlling that it was a case of being paranoid. But when she was there for doctors appointments, dentists appointments, your birthday….getting you a car….Well then you guessed it could have been seen as a sugar Mama type thing. 

Only you worked very hard for Maya Mason. You worked weekends and all kinds of hours, always by her side. Going above and beyond with the scandalous dirt you pulled, the add revenue marketing sheets. Holy shit, sometimes your eyes burned from the amount of spreadsheets you’d made for pricing. Maya had in turn made your life as easy as possible, 401k plans, amazing vacations when she went on them….private jet fun. 

So I mean…maybe it was kinky and controlling?

Yeah, you slept in her house…but you’d been sure that was only so when she needed you to run to the store in the middle of the night, you were…close. Yeah, sure…. and when she moved you from the guest bedroom to sleeping in her bedroom…under her bed….ya know in the cage.

Okay yeah, maybe you were the idiot here. 

Because you were her personal assistant…..as well as her submissive….What the fuck would you call all of this. 

Maya arched an eyebrow at the length of silence for your answer. It worked as you turned back to Matt with renewed confidence. To tell him everything was above bar, he didn’t need to worry about you. You were in chastity right now, but fuck it didn’t slow your work ethic down. 

 You were professional, and all the rest wasn’t ever at his studio. That you were a good worker who did what you needed for Mrs. Mason. 

You were opening your mouth to say that. 

But what came out almost made your packer drop to the ground. 

“I love her.” It comes out, and you’re pretty sure you black out for around seven minutes after that. 

Because you’d never said you loved someone, fuck you hadn’t said it to your family members when you guys were on good terms, before they kicked you out of their lives. 

You tried to remember if you’d ever said it to a stuffed animal as a child, but you were sure that you didn’t even have a stuffed animal…parents not approving of it. No you’d never said the ‘L’ word. 

Before Maya can say something or react, Matt is turning and yelling again. 

But you’re not able to listen, reeling from the reality of what you said, of how you really feel. 

Maya is taking off her jacket and throwing it, talking about her desperate need for a god damn Xanax. Your knees shake, and you think you should go to the cabinet and get her one from her stash. But as you take a step, Maya holds up her hand at you, and you you stop like a good subbie boy. Even out of it, you can’t ignore a single command. 

You’d rarely broken a rule, something that Maya was happy about, saying she didn’t have time to break you. She’d much rather spend her time doing…other things with you…. 

Matt is pointing at you now, and you look down at your button down that Maya had picked for you today to see lipstick stains on the shirt. Oh, that was from lunch, yeah, you didn’t even realize. But now the reminder of Maya licking her thumb and smearing it over your neck and face made sense; you were still too hazed out in sub space to remember such a thing. 

Your ‘lunch’ having ruined your boxers, having your boss change them for you before going back to your desk. 

Maya was saying something about Matt’s lack of passion, his two seconds before ejaculating in his own pants. Then something about how you were a real man, how you could please Maya in ways no one else has ever. 

Still, you can’t let these compliments in, you blink as you seem to be floaty and not in this stress anymore. Your childhood trauma making it easy for you to simply leave your body. 

You don’t hear Maya use your name and the ‘L’ word you had just used in the same sentence. You stare down at your chelsey boots that you’d loved so much this morning when Maya had picked them. 

You try to ground, squeezing your toes and counting. Why was your anxiety doing this?

Matt fought back on saying this was all sex, had nothing to do with love. How you were some young impressionable guy who just wanted to fuck. 

Maya threw something physically at his head, and then he ran out the door. Slamming it as he left, and that’s what broke you from your ptsd chill. 

Maya’s already on it though. She moves to the liquor cabinet, unlocking it for your anxiety meds, then grabs bulky over-the-ear headphones. 

She grabbed your shoulders, making you jump in her hold, Maya never liked that - it only happened when you were truly reeling. The dominant guided you to the sofa, where she took a cushion, throwing it onto the ground and then sitting on the chair. 

She took the headphones over your ears, and the lack of noise, the compression on your ears had your shoulders sag in relief. 

Maya carefully cracked open the orange pill container with the white top, her manicured nails easily lifting to the task. 

She took the one that dissolved under your tongue and grabbed your face, you slink just a bit and her eyes turn kind. Petting your jaw, the little bits of facial hair she enjoyed playing with like you were some kind of cat to be caressed. 

Though it was a toss-up if your pubic hair was more fun or your facial hair to play with for your older boss. Maya eased your mouth open now, as though she knew when to grab roughly and when to stroke gently. 

You open your mouth, and Maya manhandles your tongue, lifting it like the pet you were. 

Dropping the pill and then closing your mouth, you started to blink faster, like you were trying to come out of it. But Maya’s in no rush, she knows what you need, and she won’t force you out of this. Not one to apologize, but to always make it right by actions for you. 

Your dominant unbuttons your shirt, ridding you of your top, your surgery scars on display used to make you subconscious. But Maya had touched every inch of you, lotioning them every morning and every evening before bed. Holding your hand when you got the stitches out, and the cool air on your skin grounded you faster.

 The lipstick-stained shirt was thrown onto the sofa, as your knees on the cushion was comfry, sturdy even. 

Maya sat back onto the expensive leather armchair, her fingers through your hair, as she guided your cheek to rest on her thigh. 

You couldn’t hear through the headphones, but she spoke outloud, sighing at how stupid that all was.

Your headphones a little clunky, but your face finding its normal spot on her lap felt good now. 

Simple. 

Safe. 

Maya pet your hair and you breathed slow in for four out for five.

As Maya’s long fake nails scratched at your scalp soothingly, hypnotic even. Causing your eyelids to grow heavy, your body to get tired. 

Years before Maya, this panic attack could have lasted the whole day, destroying you in the process. 

Now your eyes closed as the older woman you had admitted to loving held you, creating this space of peace. 

You’d never known such peace. 

Time passes, and suddenly you jolt, causing Maya to jerk at your movement. 

You take off the headphones, seeing your boss looking upset at your actions. 

“Your meeting?” You question, having not known she had a meeting with Tarantino or his people, but clear that it was you who had to be the mans tech support for zoom. 

“Sweet Pet, there’s no meeting. Matty just needed to get lost,” Maya uses her free hand to rub at her forehead like she’s exhausted. 

You move your face to her inner clothed knee and kiss. 

Causing your boss to uncover her face with her hand and look at you.

“Do you want something?”

You’d been on your second week of chastity, and it was killing you. Maya would edge you just to the top and then stop. Causing you to sob and become an absolute mess, only to be used as a toy for your dominant to orgasm with over and over. Somedays her libido took over, and you’re jaw needed to be iced. 

“Please, please, can I lick you?” You whisper, still anxious that she’ll deny you of your soothing action. 

Maya had clocked your oral fixation early and had made sure to nurture it into a downright problem. 

You’d suck on her clit like a candy under the table, just warming her - practically cockwarming her cunt. 

Maya sighs dramatically like she’s so put out by your needs, but lifts her hips to pull down her pants, keeping her thong for you to have to lick for until you lost your mind and begged with everything to move it and get to tongue fuck her. 

Maya grabbed both of your ears and tugged you forward to lick at the lacey material until your tongue went numb. 

Her right boot-clad foot moved on to your packer and stepped on it, pinning you. Reminding you where you belong. 

You’d surely ruin your dress pants, then be verbally humiliated for such a mess. 

All part of Maya’s delightful evil plan, humiliation, edging, and then aftercall. 

Truly the perfect three for her stress relief. 

Her head fell back on the cusion as your first long lick up to taste the wetness already there was sinful. 

Tonight, before you went into the undercage of her California king bed, Maya would taste your sweet sex just to enjoy you, like a fine dessert wine before bed. 

“Good subbie, just like that.” Maya sighed and relaxed back in her seat as your eyes closed in delight at your task. 

You wouldn’t cum this week, but maybe next, yeah, maybe next. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

“...usually it's the skin from your forearm, but I've seen people do their legs too.”

You explain the procedure to John as you hold up a crude drawing on the tablet.

“Huh.” John nods. “So, why haven't you…” he gestures vaguely.

“I would be on bedrest for like a year and I genuinely think the world would end if I take my eyes off you for a moment.”

You nod very seriously, then interrupt John before he speaks.

The destruction of Krypton was a tragedy that few lived to mourn. Following the destruction of the planet three children were sent away and survived their journey to earth. The house of El sent a son and a daughter. Kal-El and Kara Zor-El. We already know their stories, but they were not the only ones to escape the destruction of Krypton.

Y/N Lor-Em was the child of a small, little known family. The house of Em, a family of scientists and lab technicians. When Lor-Em heard that the famed Jor-El warned of the destruction of Krypton He did everything He could to procure a stasis pod to send his little girl away. To allow her a future, and so the young 12 year old Y/N Lor-Em was put into a pod and sent out with Kal-El and Kara Zor-El to the planet Earth. Unfortunately the universe had other plans for Y/N and the force of the explosion forced the child’s pod off course. For years the pod flew through space but eventually it found it’s way and crash landed in a small town in New Jersey.

Y/N Lor-Em arrived on earth, confused and scared. Unable to understand the language people spoke on this new planet but there was one thing that they did understand. The other Kryptonians were on Earth because again and again Y/N saw the crest of the house of El.

Five Years Later

Y/N Lor-Em (now simply known by his peers as Y/N) has come a long way since landing on Earth. You realized that you prefer to be identified as a boy. And decided to go simply by your name, Y/N on earth. You had no one to take you in. No one to teach you so you lived on the street and met many other kids like yourself. People born in the wrong body, that became your new family and taught you everything you know about earth. Slowly you learned to speak English and learned from older teens how to survive on the street. You took apart your pod and took the parts you could use to a home you were making yourself. You stole occasionally and used the powers Kryptonians get from Earth’s yellow sun to protect yourself and his friends from anyone stopping you from taking what you needed to survive. Eventually you set up and moved into an abandoned apartment in Gotham City. You learned very little about the other Kryptonians on earth. The one he knew as Kal-El, the Earth knew as Superman. He spent his days saving the world and his city of Metropolis. Occasionally you heard about what Kara Zor-El was up to but very quickly you decided that you wanted nothing to do with the Els. You preferred kept to yourself and your few friends in the world you made for yourself. Until one day when you came back to the apartment you heard people inside.

“How the hell did so much Kryptonian tech get here?” Asked the voice of what could only be a teenage boy. Maybe 17 or 18.

“I have no idea but we need to tell Clark about this. Either someone is stealing Kryptonian technology or someone learned to make it. Either way this is bad news” A different, much lower and older voice said but there was something else to it. It sounded like it was being transmitted, which was confirmed when you looked inside with your x-ray vision and saw only one boy in your home. You floated above the ground so as to not make a sound and as the boy spoke.

“I’ll take some of this stuff back, there are a few crystals here and if they’re anything like the ones he has they can help us figure out what this is” Said the boy and you opened the door, eyes glowing red.

“You won’t be doing anything” You said.

The boy jumped and took a fighting stance with a bo staff. He had short black hair and wore a red costume with wings.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my home?” You questioned, eyes red but not using your heat vision yet. You would give the stranger a chance to explain himself. The boy inspected you and you flew up to him, staring him down.

“You’re Kryptonian” He said and your eyes went back to their E/C color.

“Yes.” You told him, still floating over the boy.

“Red Robin, are you there? I’ve called Clark. Come back with whatever you find” The deep voice said from the transmitter in the boy’s ear and you used your super speed to grab it and break it in your hand.

“You will not take anything.” You said and dropped the broken ear piece in front of him. The boy put his hands up and took a step back.

“Hey- It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I didn’t know this was your home” He said and you scowled.

“You can’t hurt me even if you tried.” You told him and he nodded.

“You’re right, I can’t. But I can help you. I have a friend he’s like you-” You cut him off before he continued.

“No one is like me!” You yelled and you saw the boy flinch.

“Listen, I’m sorry for breaking into your home but I can help you. I know Superman and he can teach you how to fit in here on earth” He tried to convince you and you floated down to the ground. This boy wasn’t a threat.

“I don’t need Kal-El’s help. My father sent me with everything I need. Besides what does he know about Krypton, he was sent away as a baby while I was sent away as a child” You told the boy who’d eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Wait, so you know Superman… And are older than him?” He asked and you simply stated.

“Yes. I was born 11 years before him. Not that it’s any of your business” You told him and the boy pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Listen, I’m very confused right now so if you’d just come with me we can discuss it. I’m sure Superman can at least help find you a nicer place to stay than this” He said, pointing to the abandoned apartment with clothes and tech spread around.

You glared at him. But you couldn’t hear any maliciousness in his voice and even though you didn’t want to associate with the Els, you didn’t particularly love living on the street.

“Fine.” You finally agreed and the boy smiled, holding out his hand.

“Great! I’m Red Robin by the way” He said but you didn’t take his hand. Instead you allowed your face to become neutral once again.

“I’m Lor-Em but you can call me Y/N”

-

When Bruce called Clark about a huge stockpile of Kryptonian technology he made whatever excuses he needed to be able to get to Gotham as soon as he could. But when Bruce said that Tim found another Kryptonian he didn’t believe it.

“I told you Bruce only mine and Kara’s pods made it to earth. I don’t know how many others were launched but they never made it off the planet” He said as Batman typed away at his computer.

“Rrup nahn jolum Kal-El. Rrup non kir kav dhedh khahp skilor rrup. Vadhah rrup skulir kuva vot iovis ughozh.” (You are wrong Kal-El. You were smaller last time I saw you. Also you look stupid with that suit.) You told the man of steel as Red Robin led you to him and Batman. He looked at you very confused and your face fell back into a scowl.

“You don’t speak Kryptahniuo” (Kryptonian) You said and Red Robin tried to lightly glare at you for the judgment in your voice.

“Not very well no. Now who are you and how do you know that language and my name?” He questioned and you crossed your arms.

“My name is Lor-Em. My father worked with yours so when Jor-El predicted the destruction of Krypton my father gave up everything he had to procure a stasis pod in which he sent me to earth.” You explained and Red Robin looked at you curiously.

“Also he’s apparently 11 years older than you” The boy added and Superman looked at you in confusion.

“The little that still worked in my pod after I crashed said I was blown off course. I landed five years ago” You said and you could see the gears turning in Superman’s head.

“I don’t need your help whether you believe me or not. I’m only here because he practically begged me” You said, pointing to Red Robin and he turned to you.

“You had crystals in your apartment, maybe those hold records?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Only two haven’t broken. They don’t hold anything important.” You lied and it worked.

That night you sat on the rooftop of Wayne manor looking at the sky thinking back to when your father, the original Lor-Em, would take you stargazing on Krypton. The sky was completely different with different stars and planets dotting the sky. Earth's moon was bigger than Krypton’s and you enjoyed seeing it’s changing phases in the sky.

“I thought you went back to your apartment” A voice said behind you and out of instinct you turned around and held up your fists at the owner of the voice.

It was Red Robin, except he was in normal clothes and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

“Batman allowed me to stay for dinner” You said and sat back down, looking at the sky.

“I’m sorry about all of this. I know it must be hard” He said and sat down next to you.

“It’s fine. I’ve been through worse” you told him and he smiled.

“You have nice eyes. They look beautiful in the moonlight” He said and you turned to him, confused.

“Why are you here Robin?” You questioned and he removed his glasses.

“Tim.” He told you before actually answering your question.

“And I thought you shouldn’t be alone right now” He said and you looked down at the legs you were swinging over the edge of the roof.

“It’s gotten easier over the years but every time I look at the night sky I’m reminded that this isn’t Krypton” You told him and he stayed quiet as you spoke.

“I’ve learned so much on earth. Hell I learned I was a boy here." You mused and Tim looked at you confused. You chuckled.

"I wasn't- I mean I was but..." You trailed off. Instead of talking you pulled a crystal that you kept on a string around your neck. Tim watched carefully as the crystal projected a night sky over the dark expanse of the night sky. You put the crystal on the roof and took a step back to look at the full hologram it projected.

"pahskil khahp Y/N Lor-Em" (Show me Y/N Lor-Em) You said and the projection showed a young you, with long flowing hair and a green dress over a black bodysuit. You smiled at the traditional Kryptonian outfit.

"On Krypton girls have three names instead of two, their name as well as their father's name. My name is Y/N and my father's name was Lor-Em" You explained and Tim nodded.

"I appreciate my time here but I’m not like Kal. I can never see this as my home because I remember too much of Krypton. It’ll always be there in my mind” You confessed and held your head in your hands.

"And you took his name when you transitioned?" He asked and you nodded.

"When I first landed a group of kids found me and took me in. They were a few years older than me and most of them were either kicked out or ran away from home because it wasn't safe for them to be themselves. They're the ones that taught me English and helped me understand myself" You shared, your voice held so much love in it and Tim smiled. You were mostly hostile in the short time he'd known you and he liked this side of you. That's when you took the crystal back and put it around your neck and sat back down with Tim joining you.

“And I miss it so much” You said, choking back a sob and Tim put his hand around you protectively.

“I know that leaving your home behind is hard. When my parents died and Bruce took me in I didn’t wanna let myself move on and call this my new home but, Earth doesn’t have to replace your old home. It doesn’t have to replace your home planet but it can be your new home. And you can find new family and friends here that will love you without replacing your family on Krypton” He said and you looked at him. Could you find a new place for yourself without replacing your home planet.

“And your place doesn’t have to be with Clark, I’m sure Bruce will let you stay here if you want” He continued and you hugged him.

“Thank you Tim. Nahkluv” (thank you) You told him and he held you for a bit longer than just a friendly hug but you didn’t pull away.

-

You in fact didn’t stay at Wayne manor. Instead (after a lot of badgering from Tim who you’ve grown very close to), Bruce helped set you up in a small apartment in the city and fake documents to help you live a normal life. Your new name was Y/N L/N, an emancipated 17 year old with up to date vaccination records and legal documents. So you did what any teenager your age does, you got a job at a coffee shop. Tim told you about how important a secret identity is even if you aren’t a superhero, so you practiced introductions and your backstory, Tim even made you promise not to use your powers in public.

He was incredibly eager to help you fit in. You two spent hours going through scenarios and just getting to know each other. You met his friend Kon-El also known as Connor Kent who was half Kryptonian and you told him about your home planet. One of these times you and Tim sat in your apartment, he helped you furnish it so it was comfortable and had little reminders of home. There were space posters all over the place and you had a blanket with your family crest in your living room.

Over the months that you’d known Tim you would spend increasingly more time in your apartment, both because you were uncomfortable in the manor and because Tim appreciated the privacy from his family.

“Wait I didn’t get it, how do you say superhero in Kryptonian?” Tim asked during one of his visits. He started asking you how to say all kinds of words in Kryptonian after you told him you still struggled with English and you found it adorable.

“Zy-gai” You told him again, breaking the word into it’s syllables.

“Zy-gai” He repeated (though his pronunciation was a bit off) and you giggled.

“Close enough” You told him and you both laughed.

“Rrup nahn i zygai” (You are my hero) He said and you felt your face flush, your hands immediately flew to your face to cover it. Tim laughed.

“You ass” You mumbled and he leaned in, pulling your hands away from your face.

“Was my pronunciation that wrong?” He asked and you looked at him and started laughing with him.

“No, no it wasn’t bad” You told him.

“You know it’s true. I’ve never met someone like you Y/N, you’re a hero, cape or not” He said and you curled into yourself in embarrassment at his words.

“Thank you Tim” You told him and he smiled sheepishly.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, you really didn’t do it on purpose but you had super hearing and you really couldn’t help but hear not only what Tim said but also what the one who called him said.

“It’s nothing, really- I mean it’s the truth! Cause I’d never lie about that kind of thing-” He started blabbering until his phone rang and he used the excuse to back up.

“I have to take this” He said, putting his hand on the microphone side and walked to a corner.

“So, how’s the date going Timmy?” A voice you had learned to recognize as Tim’s older Brother Dick said and you felt your cheeks brighten again.

“It’s not a date” Your friend grumbled into the phone and you were relieved but also, somewhat disappointed. You realized you had a teeny tiny crush on Tim when he helped you build the furniture you bought for your apartment and while you were glad you didn’t confuse your relationship with him by accident, well…

“Whatever you say Timmy. We all know you’ve got a thing for Kryptonians with identity issue” Dick teased and you heard Tim’s heart race. Was that really his type? And did you have identity issues?

“Kon is half Kryptonian- And what the hell do you want Dick?” Tim asked and this time you focused on the older boy’s response.

“You may want to stay with Y/N tonight. Bruce brought another kid home and this one claims he’s Bruce’s… He’s also a league trained brat” Dick said and you looked at Tim worriedly.

“Right, um, okay. Thanks for the heads up” Tim said and hung up as he walked back to you.

You hurried to look busy but that didn’t fool him.

“You heard all of that didn’t you?” He questioned and you smiled, guilt written all over you.

“No…”

“You’re a terrible liar” Tim said and you very lightly smacked his arm, careful not to use your super strength.

“Only when you’re around” You said without thinking and Tim looked at you, surprised.

“So… Dick said I should stay the night. I can sleep on the couch if you’re okay with it” He said, stuttering over his words and you were all too quick to answer.

“Of course!”

The two of you fell into an awkward silence and you had no idea how to move on so you just asked what was on your mind.

“So, you have a thing for Kryptonians?” You asked, there wasn’t even a hint of judgment in your voice and you smiled as Tim’s face became flushed.

“I mean, Kon- I had a bit of a crush on him” Tim confessed and you couldn’t hold back the next thing that came out of your mouth.

“And me?”

You clapped your hands over your mouth as soon as you heard what you said.

“I’m sorry- I- you don’t have to answer that-" Tim started to lean towards you,

"actually please don’t answer!” Until he heard you say that.

He stopped the second you said please don’t and immediately straightened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I mean after what you said I thought- Never mind. I’ll um, I’ll see if I can stay at another friend’s place tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” He said but you stopped him from getting up.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I don’t know what came over me” You said and he sat back down and wrapped his hands around yours.

“No- you didn’t- it’s not your fault” He said and scooted over to sit closer to you.

…

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and your eyes widened but you nodded and he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on your lips.

“Khahp zhao rrup Y/N” He said when your lips parted as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Lor-Em” You said softly and his eyes showed some confusion as you continued.

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6:24.

Six minutes until John would come home.

You were absolutely terrified. You were going to tell him. You weren't sure how you were really gonna do it. Were you just going to break it to him over dinner? Just go up to him and say, "Heyyy... welcome home! Also, I'm transgender. Would you like to sit down and eat?"

No, that's ridiculous.

6:25.

Another minute passed, and you still weren't sure what to do. You were freaking out. What if he kicked you out for being such a freak? It also didn't help that you still hadn't even confessed your feelings for him at all. What if you found out and then realized that you, a boy, had feelings for him? He would be so upset with you.

You didn't even know if he liked you back. If he didn't, he would be disgusted by you. And even if he did like you back, maybe he wouldn't seeing that you were a freak.

6:26.

You bit your lip, taking in your surroundings again. You were on the couch, the television on. You weren't even looking at what was on; you were still panicking about your coming out to John.

John... John was your best friend. John had been with you since freshman year of college, yet now, senior year... You had a realization midway of sophomore year and you realized that your gender wasn't what it was on your birth certificate. You still hadn't even told anyone, but you knew you had to tell eventually.

Maybe you should just put it off. Until tomorrow. It wouldn't matter anyway. You needed to get yourself together before you could even try to tell him anything.

It was just so hard trying to see what was the point. You didn't want to do this at all. Maybe you could just keep this a secret for the rest of your life.

6:28.

You cursed. You didn't think time would pass by so quickly. It was two minutes until John would come home, and you still weren't sure. Maybe you could just put it off.

You were just terrified of his reaction. He was one of your best friends, along with the rest of the Hamilsquad.

The Hamilsquad... you hadn't told any of them. Alex might be supportive, but you still weren't sure. You thought once that you saw an LGBT+ pin on his backpack, but you weren't sure how'd he react to you being transgender. Hercules and Lafayette might not understand at all.

You couldn't lose John. That's all you knew.

6:29.

You shook your head. You had to do it tonight. You had put it off for years, and you had to do it. You needed to say it before the pain of hiding this secret enveloped you.

The door opened.

John...

"Hey, [B/N]!" John called out. "I'm back!"

"Yeah, I noticed!" You yelled back sarcastically, and reached for the remote control to turn off the television. Your chest tightened and you coughed to hide it.

Before you knew it, John had plopped down onto the couch, and put his arm around you.

"How's my best friend doing?"

"I don't know, ask Alex if you want to know." You said before you could censor the words coming out of your mouth. You were always like that, teasing John about how he was just living with you. The entire Hamilsquad were best friends, but you like to joke that John liked them better than he liked you.

"I see how it is." John scoffed, getting up. "Call me when you're feeling less salty, okay?"

"Hey, shush!" You pulled him down by the shirt sleeve, and he let you do so, falling onto you like a sack of potatoes. His back was on you and you felt the breath getting knocked out of you. "Hey! John, you bastard! Get off me!"

"Uh... no."

"If you don't get off right now, John Laurens, I will not make you dinner."

The minute those words came out of your mouth, John immediately got off. His face was red, although you weren't sure if it was because of what happened right now, or something else.

"Rude." John said simply as he walked into the kitchen.

You sighed. How were you going to tell him? You didn't want to ruin your dynamic. Even if he was okay with you, he might be a little awkward around you, and you didn't want to ruin your best friend dynamic.

You decided to go into the kitchen, and he had his back to you, facing the counter. He was messing around with the things that you had prepared for dinner. You sat down at one of the high chairs at the table, and watched John fumble around.

"Hey, this looks like a pretty good pie. What is it?" He laughed, bringing the plate to your face. You looked up, and he was right in your face. He was standing on the other side of the table. He looked into your eyes as well, and you felt your heart jump into your throat. His eyes were almost sparkling like stars, and his freckles flowed under the kitchen light that was right above him. His curly hair looked like a mess, but no one could say that it wasn't adorable.

Right at that moment, you knew that you couldn't hide any longer. He was your best friend. You loved him. You loved him so much; you couldn't stand it any longer. You had to tell him.

"John."

He nodded.

"I'm transgender."

John blinked several times at what you said. Your eyes drifted down. You didn't want to look at John now, especially if there happened to be a heartbroken look on his face.

The plate of pie was dropped onto the kitchen table and you heard him step back. He hated you now, didn't he? You should have waited for it, you should have waited for a better time, and you shouldn't have told him at all.

"How long have you known?"

You looked up at John, who said those words. He was facing the counter again, his back towards you. His head was down, almost as if he didn't have the energy to raise his head.

"Sophomore year." You whispered, but you knew that he had heard you.

The room became totally silent. You felt the tears well up in your eyes. You knew that if John kicked you out, you'd have to find someone to take you in.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

A tear dropped down your face.

"I... I'm sorry. I just... I didn't want you to freak out."

You collapsed down onto the floor. You should have waited. You needed to leave; you couldn't handle this. It was okay. You could just leave, and you didn't have to bother John anymore. You didn't need to talk to the Hamilsquad anymore. You could live without them. You didn't need friends anyway.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around you. You struggled, and tried to get out of that tight grasp. The arms squeezed tighter around you and you gave up. You were grossly sobbing at this point.

"I'm sorry that you thought I'd react negatively," he sighed. "I didn't think you'd be afraid of me. [B/N]- well... what's your name?"

"... I was thinking something like... [F/N]..."

"Okay." He got up, and pulled you up with him. You were hugging John in the kitchen now, the food left forgotten. John nuzzled his nose onto your hair, and you sniffed.

"John... I..."

"Shh... [F/N]..."

John led you slowly to the couch, and you both sat down there. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he pat your head.

"It's time for re-introductions, isn't it?"

"What?"

"My name is John Laurens in the place to be!"

He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you raised your head. John's eyes were wet, too, and you suddenly felt bad.

"Look, [F/N], I..." He stopped suddenly, and you stared at him. You let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.

"I... I've been hiding this for a while... but I love you." He averted his eyes. "I thought I was crazy for liking a girl... but... now I know..."

"What?"

"[F/N]... I'm gay."

"Oh..." Your heart did a flip. Would he like you then? Or maybe he wouldn't, seeing that you're trans.

"I'm gay for you."

His lips were on yours suddenly, and the world around you seemed to disappear. It was cliché, but you think you could feel it in your heart that you two were meant to be. It was perfect, just the way it should be. You wouldn't have it any other way. You kissed him back fervently and everything was right.