Note: I'm going to pull Tim's history from BTAS. Since we don't know much about Tim in Young Justice, I'll take his background from BTAS, where his father didn't come back for him after being targeted by a gang, so Bruce adopted him.

I dedicate this chapter (and one more story I'm struggling to finish lol) to my friend, Basil. And to make my friend Pat, whose flagship is TimKon, feel better, this chapter is for you, buddy.

Unbeta'd.

Slowly, Tim sunk into the warm water of his big bathtub.

Might like. Riiiight. It was time to stop lying to himself.

He had spent a few days with Conner, and he was sure he'd somehow, probably, have already blown it all away that he'd had this stupid, irrational, huge crush on the Boy of Steel ever since he was given their files when Dick told him he was joining Young Justice.

Oh, how Tim hated himself for falling for that face. Conner was harsh, brash, sort of unrefined and straightforward, yet he could put everyone else first. And did he mention he was a complete gentleman? Who knew gentlemen still existed? He'd never seen anyone ever give their jacket to anyone else outside of the movies, or offered body heat to someone they barely knew.

Okay, so maybe he intentionally left the door open while he dressed while he was all girly, and but that part where he practically made Conner a hugging pillow wasn't his fault. It was cold and Conner was hot. And like he said that was both literally and figuratively.

Conner was straight anyway, and he wasn't going to be this cursed girl-boy switch thing forever. It's not like Conner was going to fall in love with him because for some insane reason that he could turn into a girl a few hours a day. Sure he could take down a man three times bigger than he was, but it's not like he could turn anyone gay. He wasn't that talented. Or that attractive.

Besides, Conner was just taking orders by looking after him. Bruce and Dick wanted someone to look after him until they could find something to break this spell, and to get the press off their backs. The official announcement was that he was…in Europe with his private tutor.

Bruce could've made more elaborate lies, but the simplest ones meant there wasn't going to be much explanation needed. Especially now that Vicki Vale was still on Bruce's tail about everything. She was also in Dick's on his tail, absolutely trying to find out something, anything that she could write. Well, minus their nightly escapades and saving the planet every few months, their lives were pretty boring.

Bruce was a billionaire, businessmen, philanthropist and single dad; Dick was an outgoing, sporty gymnast and a student at Gotham State University; and Tim was a normal, probably a little introverted, high school student, who liked collecting CDs of his favorite bands; and he and Dick were Bruce's adopted sons.

Ok so maybe that part about being the adopted son of a single billionaire wasn't part of a normal person's life.

"Ugh!" Tim splashed around in frustration.

He was going to spend a few more days with him, and he was having this inner turmoil. And then Bruce told him to take Conner out to a movie because well, Bruce has been the team's mother hen since forever, and he cared for everybody's safety and whole wellbeing, of course he'd tell Tim to make Conner feel like his age. Which totally wasn't six years old.

Tim got out of the tub, and grabbed a bathrobe from the closet, put it on, then grabbed a towel. He dried his hair with it as he stepped out of the bathroom. Being a teenager was hard.

There was a knock on his door. "Timothy, are you decent?"

He was surprised that Bruce asked him if he was properly dressed before entering, then his unstable gender was probably the reason why. Usually it was just a knock and his name.

"Yes! Come in,"

Bruce entered and closed the door for Tim's privacy. He was incredibly handsome, sharply dressed and ready for work and holding shopping bags. "I took the liberty of getting you some new clothes," he moved over to Tim's bed, set the bags down on it. "They're unisex and there are some several hooded jackets and some sweatshirts,"

Tim sat down at the foot of his bed and rummaged through the bags.

"Something I think you'll like, given your situation,"

"Yes, they're great! Thank you!" Tim smiled as he pulled out a hoodie. Oh good, finally some clothes that wouldn't give anything away.

"Tim," said Bruce carefully. "I may not be the best parental role model, but I do care for your safety. This is Gotham, and you are good looking young man, or lady, and I must insist that you go back to your apartment immediately, and not separate from Conner when you are with him outside. I know that Conner is more than capable of protecting you from anything,"

Tim remembered the jerk Conner had beaten up on the sidewalk.

"But please, be safe."

Tim nodded.

"Alright," Bruce nodded back. "I'll be off to work now. Enjoy your day, and say hi to Conner for me,"

"Okay," Tim watched Bruce leave.

The hoodie he was holding was black, and had a red S on the front, just like Conner's shirt. He'd love to wear it, show Conner he appreciated his efforts and his time, but he wasn't sure if that was going to offend him or not. Dick, of course, was a typical 'I was an only child my whole life so I'll play with my new baby brother and dress you up in cute clothes' kind of person so he liked it when Tim wore anything Nightwing. He never let Bruce catch him wearing a Batman shirt though.

Well he could just not wear them. But he really wanted to wear it. Would Conner like it?

'Are you taking out your anger on me because you got called cute and that they think you're my girlfriend?'

Tim reddened and shoved the hoodie back in the shopping bag. "Calm down, calm down," he chanted to himself as he took several deep breaths. "Calm down," he said one last time, then took the Superboy hoodie back out again.

He ran a delicate hand over the red print.

"Kon is straight," he whispered forlornly, and set the clothing down on his bed, the red Kryptonian logo staring back at him. "He's straight,"

"Where's your pretty girl, hun?" asked the waitress, who served Conner and Robin last night, as she set down his food: a pulled pork barbecue sandwich, some fries, and a milkshake.

Conner was at the same diner, deciding he was much too lazy to wander around figuring out where he was going to have lunch. At least he didn't take too long to decide what to get. It was going to rain again soon anyway and he didn't want to risk being too far from the apartment, or too far from shelter.

"Uh…" he said, unsure of what to say. "I uh…got in trouble with her big brother," he said. "I might have done several things he didn't like,"

"Oh," she said. "Well, if you think you're done wooing now that you got your girl, you're wrong, hun! You gotta woo family, too," she winked at him and left.

It wasn't as if he didn't know that. He just pretended to be dense enough not to figure out that Nightwing was fuming at him earlier that day when he came to pick up Robin. Fast heartbeat, elevated blood pressure, if Nightwing wasn't angry, he was probably just calm enough to beat the shit out of him. Nightwing was fiercely overprotective of Robin, there was no doubt about that. It was probably his idea to keep Robin this sheltered. Or maybe if he had his way Robin wouldn't be on the team, or wouldn't even be Robin.

And Conner knew where he was coming from. He'd seen enough chick flicks to know just how protective siblings could be when it came to their sibling's matters of the heart. So there was probably nothing he could do to get on Nightwing's good side.

Wait, why was he thinking of getting on Nightwing's good side anyway? Weren't they teammates? Wasn't he supposed to be on his good side already? They'd been working together five years. Went on life threatening missions and group outings together.

He pushed the thought away and finished his lunch, then left a few bills on the table and left without having any idea where to go, so he headed for the park.

It occurred to him that this was the most personal he'd gotten to any of this teammates, maybe other than M'gann. M'gann practically shoved herself in his arms, and he probably was too caught up in the idea that someone finally noticed him that he fell in love with the idea of that someone being there for him instead of falling in love with that someone.

Liking boys was the same as liking girls, right? There are pretty girls and pretty boys. There was without a doubt that girls could be as handsome as boys. They could both be smart and thoughtful and sweet.

It wasn't that he was confused about it or anything. He didn't even know if this was something to be confused about. The genomes back in CADMUS didn't teach him anything about things like this. There was sure as hell sex in what they taught, but there wasn't anything about attraction. Or sexuality. He didn't even entertain thoughts like that back then because he had M'gann. And now he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be confused because he saw boys and girls he same way.

He also wasn't sure if he was going to ask for acceptance, or if he'd be shunned by his friends, Clark and Ma and Pa especially, if he told them he sort of liked both girls and boys. Maybe he should talk to Clark.

Clark was enjoying a very nice make out session with the body under him when his phone rang. He ignored it, and continued pressing kisses onto his significant other's neck, grinding his hips into theirs, seeking the friction to make the blood flow to his groin.

The phone continued ringing, and Clark grunted in annoyance before holding himself up to loom over his lover.

"I think that's an important call,"

"Ugghh," he lazily reached for the phone from the bedside drawer, and Conner's name flashed on the screen. "Hello?"

"Hi. Um. Clark,"

"Conner, what is it?" he sat up, desperately trying not to sound annoyed, but he sounded annoyed nonetheless.

"Should I call later?"

"No, it's fine," said Clark, ruffling his hair. "Can I help you, Conner?"

"I uh…I need to talk to you about something. I'd rather it be in person,"

"Alright," Clark moved from the middle of the bed to side on the edge, but his companion pulled him back to the middle of the bed. "I'll meet you in the nearest park,"

"Thanks,"

"No problem," Clark hung up. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and strong, lean thighs straddled his grion. "Seems like I have to go,"

"Yes, and it seems like children are the best cockblockers,"

"C'mon, Bruce, I'm sure Conner didn't mean it," Clark chuckled, took one of Bruce's hands and pressed his lips onto the skin.

"Oh, he'd better not mean it," Bruce smirked and ground his hips onto Clark's a bit more. "And you better be in my office at 5PM sharp, not a second later,"

"Yes, sir," Clark leaned forward to give Bruce a kiss, but Bruce didn't meet his lips. "Bruce?"

"5PM, Clark. Because I intend to have my fill," said Bruce, putting a finger on Clark's lips.

"Anything you want," Clark leaned forward once more and their lips met this time.

The kiss wasn't desperate or too hard, but slow and patient, and long and drawn out. Bruce pulled away after a few moments. "Go," he got off of Clark and picked their jackets off from the floor, and handed Clark his. "And I will see you later,"

Clark took his jacket and put it on. "See you later," he gave Bruce a quick kiss on the lips and left in a gust of wind.

"Don't be late!" Bruce said as he watched the curtains settle.

Conner waited in the middle of the park, where there weren't a lot of people. He sat on a tree, looking up in the cloudy sky, not really sure what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.

"Something on your mind?"

Conner looked down, and saw Clark walking up to him. "Yeah, sort of," he answered.

"Do you want to talk about it down on the ground or up there?"

Conner jumped from the branch and sat down on the ground. Clark sat down beside him under the tree. Clark waited for him to talk, and Conner really didn't know how to start. So he just said it without beating around the bush.

Conner looked at Clark. "Would you and Ma and Pa be mad if I say that I liked boys?"

Clark blinked. "No," he answered with a frown. "Why would I be mad?"

"Well," Conner didn't know what to say and blood rushed to his cheeks. He looked away, unable to look Clark in the eye. "Because of social norms, and because of what's accepted…"

Clark gave him a fond smile and pulled him into an awkward side hug. "Nothing is wrong with liking boys. Holy cow, I thought you were going to say something like you'll quit the team," he gave a sigh of relief.

"What?" Conner looked at him in disbelief. "I'm not going to quit the team,"

"Good. Because, thank God, you found someone you like. Because after, well, your last relationship, I thought you'd build more walls around you and shut everyone out,"

"I did and I tried," Conner said softly. "It's not going so well. So maybe, why the hell not, right?" he looked up at Clark.

"Kon," said Clark, "You dated a Martian, Kon. You dated an alien species. Did you hear me say anything? What makes you think I'll disown you because you want to date a boy?"

Conner shrugged. "Small town. Not everyone in Smallville is like you. I don't want them talking about Ma and Pa like they have a failed grandson or nephew or something,"

"There's that," nodded Clark, "But you don't owe anyone an explanation. What matters is that you're happy. Alright?"

Conner looked up at him and gave a small smile. "Yeah," he nodded.

"So," Clark let go and gave Conner some space. "Do I know this boy?"

"Yeah," Conner nodded once more. "Yeah, you do,"

Clark raised a brow. "Should I be relieved or scared with that information?"

Conner thought for a moment. Batman and Nightwing came into mind. "Scared. Definitely scared,"

"Do I want to know?" Clark asked.

Conner shrugged.

"Alright," Clark nodded. "By the way," he reached into his pocket and gave Conner a piece of paper. "You should head to this address. Robin's going to be there soon. You two go back to the apartment, okay? It's going to rain again soon,"

Conner took the piece of paper and read the address. "Okay," he looked at Clark. "Thank you for listening,"

"No problem, Conner. Take care, and I'll see you soon," Clark smiled at him. "Gotta get back to work. I might have gone on a little over break,"

"Bye," said Conner, and Clark was gone.

They ended up running the whole block back to the apartment when it started to drizzle. As soon as Conner closed the door to the apartment lobby, it rained down hard.

Robin studied Conner's flushed face, panting and tired from the sprint, just like he was, and laughed.

"What?" Conner asked, leading Robin to the elevator.

"Nothing," Robin smiled at Conner, shrugging as he enter the elevator, and Conner pressed the button to their floor. Then he softly added, "I just, never seen you that tired without training or supervillains on our tail before. It's a nice change,"

A bell chimed and the elevator doors opened. "It's not every day I run from the rain and not from supervillains," said Conner, taking off his jacket as they stepped out of the elevator and onto their floor.

"I'd love to run from the rain instead of supervillains every day," said Robin, following Conner into the apartment after he unlocked the door.

Conner put his jacket in the closet. Robin also took off his, revealing the hoodie he wore under it. "I like your hoodie," said Conner.

Robin paused in the middle of hanging his jacket, and looked at what he was wearing. He took a nap in that hoodie, woke up late, forgot to change out of it, and now Conner had seen it. Conner saw his Superboy hoodie. "Uh, well, my dad bought it,"

"It's nice to know not all people are against metas," Conner plopped down on the sofa.

"Hey, uh…" Robin said slowly, sitting next to Conner on the sofa. It was now or never. Meaning if he didn't ask now, he'd probably never be able to ask. "I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie with me. I have tickets already. It's that new Transformers movie,"

Conner wasn't sure what to think of what Robin was asking. Was this going to be considered a date? "A movie, huh?"

Robin reddened, and his heart pounded against his ribcage. He wanted to kick himself in the face for thinking a guy would willingly go out with another guy to watch a movie. "It's okay if you don't want to. I'll just give it to Jaime and Bart or to someone who wants it,"

"I'll go," said Conner. "Of course, I'll go," he smiled.

And Robin smiled back.

Whoever thought there isn't gonna be any Superbat in this, y'all thought wrong. *U*