Ms. Raytz

Jason: i'm just gonna say it; making a map of all food trucks that own liquor licenses in Gotham was the best thing we've done this year. i cannot believe that the best chocolate martini i've ever had was served to me in a paper bag from a van.

Dick: gotta love Gotham. like, Bludhaven is my home and all, but there's no beating the creativity and entrepreneurship consistently spat out by money-hungry Gothamites on random week nights.

Jason: *bag crinkling* *satisfied grunt*

Dick: *hum* ok, i have another one.

Jason: shoot.

Dick: if you hadn't been taken in by B, what kind of person do you think you'd be today? like, do you think you'd be more likely to end up a good member of society or do you think you would have gone criminal?

Jason: ooh, ok, that's a good one. i- *considering hum* ...i dunno. on one hand, i like to think i was quite well behaved before i died, so i think if i hadn't been taken in by B then i wouldn't have ended up being resurrected and becoming... this. i probably would have been more traditionally 'good'.

Dick: fair.

Jason: -on the other hand, i met B because i was jacking cars and nicking tires at ten years old. so it's not like i was a fuckin' angel.

Dick: it's interesting you said you wouldn't have been resurrected, not wouldn't have died. do you think the Joker would have still gotten you even if you weren't Robin?

Jason: oh, no, i don't- i don't think the Joker would have killed me, but- but Dick? hey, Dick? *snort* i was never living past sixteen on the streets,

Dick: *wheezes* you don't think you would have made it??

Jason, drawing out: nyooooo,

Dick: *laughing*

Jason: like i said, i was fuckin- i was ten years old, thinkin' i could take on Batman. i had nobody in my corner during that period of time. i firmly believe that if i hadn't been swept up by Bruce then i would have ended up accidentally challenging Two-Face to a fist fight and dying within a year. that's my prediction.

Dick: so you think being Robin saved you?

*pause*

Dick: *cackle*

Jason: lets not- *wheeze* lets not go that far,

Dick: -shut up! *amused* come on, you know what i mean. you think without Robin you wouldn't have reached twenty?

Jason: yeah, that's probably more accurate. what about you? if you hadn't become the first boy wonder, where do you think you would have ended up?

*bag crinkling*

Dick, grave: jail.

Jason: *abrupt choke* *coughing, laughing* w-hat?

Dick, casually: -for either assaulting a police officer, verbal abuse, or second degree murder. attempted or successful, i dunno.

Jason, still struggling to clear his airways: *through laughter* what the fuck?

Dick: *amused* look man, i was an angry kid. you forget i was the fucker that made B think there was a good reason to let children go around beating up criminals; i was bad enough that he figured this was the best option.

Jason: ok- ok fair enough, no, yeah, you were definitely a piece of work when i met you, that's for sure.

Dick: yeah- and that was after the ten or so years of B's version of physical therapy. people always think i was so bubbly and happy when i was Robin, but i think it was actually the adrenaline of fighting people all night--basically got me high.

Jason: oh ok, so you weren't happy, you were just a sociopath in his dream environment?

Dick: no no, B had me tested. just a lot of anger issues and probable unmedicated OCD or ADHD.

Jason, crowing in glee: he had you tested-!

Dick, also laughing: shut up! honestly, that's probably why i didn't like you so much at first, y'know?

Jason: what, because you wanted to kill me?

Dick: no- *bursts out laughing*

Jason: *snickering*

Dick: no- because i thought you were gonna be just like me. B told me he brought in some kid off the streets and i was like, 'fuck great, now there's gonna be another violent little shit in the house'.

Jason: boy did i break the mold,

Dick: yeah turns out you were the complete fucking opposite to me, at first.

Jason: 'at first' *laughing* 'cause i mutated into the violence eventually.

Dick: well yeah, i was right eventually.

Jason: but if you didn't like the idea of me being problematic as a kid, how come you still hated me even when i was so well behaved and quiet?

Dick: *snort* well see- see that was the other issue, in that you being a good kid--which you did to piss me off-

Jason, conceding: -which i did to piss you off,

Dick: -right, but you being a good kid then brought up a different issue for me, because that meant you were blowing up my fucking spot.

Jason, amused: i was what?

Dick: well listen- B had no experience with kids before me, and he sure as hell didn't know what parenting was supposed to be like. i was able to set the fucking curve and tell him that i was normal. you fucking- coming in with all your homework and thank yous and eternal gratitude and fucking Cindy-Lou who personality bullshit,

Jason: *cackling loudly* CINDY-LOU WHO,

Dick: you blew up my spot! you let B know i was part of the fucking problem! you snitched on me for being a problem-child!

Jason, still laughing: *wheeze* oh god, i'm so sorry, i had no idea!

Dick, indignant: YEAH.

Jason: *wheezes again* i get it, fuck i get that. that's what i was like with Tim at first.

Dick: you- right!?! so you know what i mean!

Jason: fuck, yeah man. Bruce's whole thing with me was that i was the Robin that didn't fucking listen to him; i kept ignoring orders and doing my own thing and it got me benched. then i die, come back, and we have the fucking- the military disciplined soldier that Timothy Jackson Drake provided, we have him in my uniform, and i'm watching him through my binoculars like... fuck.

Dick: EXAC- god, he was so good at listening to orders back in the day. it was almost robotic, used to piss me off.

Jason: i was like, 'fuck he's better than me'.

Dick: *wheeze*

Jason, starting to laugh: luckily- luckily it turns out- *slight snort* turns out he sucks too,

Dick: *wheezes even harder*

Jason: dude, when he- when Tim started acting out as Robin, i felt the biggest burst of euphoria known to man.

Dick: *still wheezing*

Jason: like-, i never had to worry about Damian, you know? i raised that kid. i've seen the shit he does. i've watched him try to lie to my face about whether or not he stole and used my katana while holding his bleeding arm. i always had faith that Damian was going to be a little bitch. but Tim?! i turned up to him being like that and i was like... fuck. he's gonna make us all look shit, isn't he?

Dick: i know, it really- it was a good day for the Wayne children when we realised Tim was just as much a dickhead as we all are. a true miracle.

Jason: *humming casually* and then he tried to commit genocide in the league of assassins and we were like shit fuck no wait too much not like that-

Dick: *wheezes*

*distant burglar alarm*

Jason and Dick: *instant groans*

Dick: god-DAMMIT, can't they see we're on BREAK?

Jason: *limbs clicking* *tired grunt* alright, alright, let's get this over with. you good to- can you walk? you had more van-cocktails than me.

Dick: *also grunting* what am i, a pussy? oh- woah-

Jason: woah- hold on, let me- hold my arm. *snickering* god this fight is gonna be so funny.

It started with their first kiss, when the two of them were just “messing around”. Kon’s kissed other people before, but never really with a man before. So when they kiss, Kon feels warm and the kiss just seems right.

They move on.

Kon tries to, anyway. He used to be a player and all that, he would hit on the people he found hot, but the thing is he doesn’t find people hot anymore. He does, but he just doesn’t really want to do anything with them. A certain domino masked person pops into mind. It’s like whenever he tries to go back to the women he kissed it doesn’t feel right at all.

They never really kiss again, though.

When Kon is dying, his last thought is “I should’ve kissed him more.”

When he comes back, he is immediately flustered by his last thoughts, and he has to stop ignoring his feelings. He feels romantic attraction to Tim, and he is sort of determined to tell him.

Tim beat him to it though, he confesses to Connor as soon as they meet up privately. He tells him he doesn’t want to wait anymore, and he knows how dangerous the line of work is, but he’s willing to risk it. Kon couldn’t be happier.

They kiss on that random rooftop in Gotham, and Kon thinks he feels fireworks and a warm feeling in his chest. Kon full on melts into the kiss, feeling sort of lightheaded and giddy.

When they break apart, he leans back in. Tim giggles, and tells him he needs to breathe. At that moment, he wishes breathing wasn’t a thing. He wishes he could keep going.

The lightheadedness doesnt go away, not really. He feels so happy to be near Tim, and Tim just absentmindedly strokes his hair.

From then on, they always kiss when they can. Usually it’s Kon initiating it, but Tim doesn’t mind. Kon craves the kisses like he needs the sun.

When Tim goes on long missions, Kon always requires at least four kisses. When he’s feeling happy, he kisses Tim. When he’s sad, he kisses Tim.

Kon and Tim are not dating. They’re best friends, and they have been for years. Kon is fine with it. Until he’s not.

See, usually, Kon is happy to do whatever his Robin says to do. He would literally drop anything for him. He doesn’t realise it’s anything other than platonic.

It goes like this—

Tim: *absentmindedly* Hey, Kon.

Kon: *smiles like he got gifted the sun* Hey, Rob. Do you need help with anything?

Tim: Hmm? Not really, after the case I just need to wash my uniform from that—

Kon: *speed cleans his uniform*

Kon: *holds it up for Tim* Here you go!

Tim: *his zesti halfway up to his mouth* Uh, thanks. You’re a lifesaver, Kon.

Kon: *smiles again*

Cassie: *watching this whole thing, pulls aside Kon*

Kon: Cassie? What’s up?

Cassie: Has anyone told you what a simp is, Kon?

Kon: Uh, yes? Why?

Cassie: Well, you, my friend, are a simp.

Kon:

Kon: For who?

Cassie: Tim, you idiot!

Kon: Haha, nice joke, Cassie. I’m no simp.

Cassie: What the fuck? Did you not see yourself just now?

After Kon walks away from their conversation, it gets him thinking. He thinks of all the times he did something for Tim, and he thinks of all the times he’s felt woozy after Tim smiled at him.

Slowly, he admits he is a simp.

This changes nothing.

Now that he knows he likes Tim romantically, he tries even harder. Tim obviously notices the difference, but doesn’t say anything.

Kon does everything for Tim now. Not fighting and all that, but little tasks, like getting some paper, gifting him some food, anything really.

And since Tim doesn’t say anything about it, Kon subconsciously thinks Tim likes him back, or Tim likes the things Kon is doing for him.

Tim brings Kon somewhere private for a conversation.

Kon: Hey Rob, what’s up?

Tim: *sort of serious* Kon, what’s been up with you lately?

Kon: *thinking Tim found out about his crush* Wh-What are you talking about?

Tim: I just think you really buttered me enough. Tell me already!

Kon: *confused* tell you what?

Tim: What you want from me! You’ve been doing favours for me, to tell me what you want.

Kon: I- that is not it at all.

Tim: *eyebrows furrowed* Then what? Is it someone controlling you? Or someone trying to force you to do something?

Kon: No! It’s none of that. I thought you would figure it out by now, Rob.

Tim: Uh, I don’t know anymore.

Kon: I have a crush on you, Rob!

Tim: Oh.

Jason: I got a meeting with some of the crime bosses in a few hours. Gotta start mentally preparing myself.

Dick: they that bad?

Jason: no.

Jason: I’m an introvert Richard. I’m mentally. Preparing. Myself.

Dick:

Dick: oh?

Bruce, staring at the table: where’s Tim? We planned this meeting a month ago.

Jason: he’s mentally preparing himself.

Bruce: for a month?

Jason: