Title: Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles To Your Door)
Length: 2 chapters (Complete)
Pairings: Kon-el/Tim Drake
Rating: PG-13 (sexuality)
Summary: Tim quits being Robin, cutting all ties with his vigilante life, but Kon refuses to quit Tim. Hoping to hold on to their relationship, Kon takes action to keep his boy wonder in his life.
Personal Commentary: In this AU, Tim and Kon have an established relationship. It’s full of fluff, and some parts are definitely chuckle-worthy.
Chapter 1: you and only me and no one else
If the world was ending, then kissing Kon seemed like the thing to do.
It had made sense at the time – the sky dark with thousands of enemy ships, the grey clouds between them like splintering cracks, and Tim hadn’t wanted this regret too, so he had fisted his hands in Kon’s shirt, crumpling the S shield between his fingers, and stretched up on his toes.
As first kisses went, it was pretty fantastic, even if Kon tasted like sweat and ash, alien jet fuel splattered across his face. The audience of killer robots wasn’t ideal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and Tim had wanted to kiss Kon so badly.
The problem was the world didn’t end.
Which left Kon and Tim standing back-to-back together in the rubble, beaten and bloody but altogether alright.
It wasn’t the most awkward silence Tim had ever been part of it, but it was solidly in the top three. Then Kon threw up his arms and let out a wild whoop and Tim felt a smile tug at his lips; he quickly bit down on it.
“We won!” Kon exclaimed, grinning at the clearing sky like it was the best and most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“We did,” Tim said. He didn’t look at Kon. “Same old world.”
“Good ol’ world,” Kon corrected. He started to walk, ambling between bits of broken spaceship and fizzling, dismantled robots. Tim hesitated a moment before he fell in step. “So, hey. Back there. What was that?”
Tim swallowed hard. He kicked a broken bit of spaceship out of his way. This was his chance to say, that was nothing or, what are you talking about? Did you breathe in any of those spaceship fumes?, but his lips still tingled from where Kon had kissed back.
“Heat of the moment,” he replied after a beat. It wasn’t, strictly speaking, untrue.
“Yeah?” Kon said. He tipped his head back, drumming his fingers against his thighs. Tim shot him a sideways glance. “’Cause I was thinking… we could probably do it again. If you wanted.”
“I,” Tim said, heart in his throat, and apparently that was all the confirmation Kon needed. He turned on his heels and caught Tim’s face between his big, warm hands. The press of his lips was solid and real.
“Well?” he said when he pulled back, searching Tim’s face. His eyes were superhumanly blue.
“Well,” he returned, mouth a perfectly serious line. He grabbed Kon’s arms, keeping him in place. Kon’s face broke out in a grin.
“Yeah?” he said, and, laughing under his breath, Tim seconded, “yeah.”
Kon kissed him again. It was, Tim had to admit, a little breathtaking.
“Man,” he said against his lips. “I am so going to be the heat of your moment.”
Tim drew back, his grip on Kon’s wrists slackening.
“That was terrible,” he said. Kon waggled his eyebrows. “And stop doing that thing. Is this what you’re going to be like from now on?”
“Oh, a million times worse,” Kon replied sincerely. Tim suspected he really shouldn’t have felt so happy about that.