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Cradle Of Love	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Closer And Closer

Tim had a drawer full of white cotton underwear (with the occasional pair of something pastel or something with a floral print bought on a whim, or black to wear underneath sheer clothing) and didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. It was comfortable, practical…and if it was boring, well, there’d never been anyone to complain about it before.
Not that Kon was complaining about anything, per se, but Tim tended to notice that Kon’s attention wavered more between her eyes and her breasts when she was half-dressed if what she was barely wearing looked less like Fruit of the Loom and more like Victoria’s Secret.
Not much more, because Kon apparently found her sexy even when – maybe especially when – Tim didn’t think she was. But it was noticeable to her. And Tim did consider pandering to Kon’s obvious – well, not kinks, but his tastes – however…lace underwear was itchy.
So she tended to only wear those things whenever Kon was most likely to take it off of her quickly.
Her plan, such as it was, had been working quite well so far. Even if Tim suspected that Kon had figured out her little game; he was willing to play along, and that was all that mattered.
And though there were still some things that neither of them knew about the other, that would be resolved with time.

***
When the first of April rolled around – and with it, a brunch date with Kon while Darla took Robin to the planetarium – Tim had prepared for a lot of things. She’d expected Robin to play a prank or two on her – there had been a rubbery black bat on her chair at the kitchen table, a very realistic-looking spider that had actually given her a turn hidden in her underwear drawer, and a set of chattering teeth hiding in the medicine cabinet – and for some of her friends to set upon her with half a dozen different types of playful practical jokes.
She’d even been prepared for Kon to maybe give her teeth-blackening chewing gum or slip food coloring in her tea.
But she hadn’t expected for Kon to show up at her house and within minutes be faced with his serious ‘Resolve Face.’
“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday on Friday,” Kon said as he followed her into the kitchen.
Poleaxed by not having expected the unexpected – of course – it took a moment for the implied rebuke to set in. Tim blushed, even as she busied herself checking on the cinnamon rolls in the oven – she’d decided to make something instead of them going out to eat, but she had a tendency to leave things in too long by accident. “I, um…forgot?” In truth, she’d originally thought that the only birthday it was important for Kon to know was Robin’s. She didn’t even know when his was, though presumably it wasn’t in the Spring.
Kon shook his head, grinning. He sat down on the edge of the kitchen table and pulled her to stand between his spread legs, arms settled loosely around her waist. “You just didn’t want to admit that your birthday is on Friday the thirteenth,” he teased, knowing that her absentmindedness had truly been the reason for not telling him. She just hadn’t remembered that he didn’t know when her birthday was.
Tim started, then groaned, eyes closing in a gesture of pain more mental than physical. “It is?” she asked. It was a Sunday, and twelve days later would be…yup.
“Yup,” Kon said, nodding for confirmation as Tim opened her eyes. “And I was thinking that maybe we could…I dunno…go out for dinner then? You and me and Robin?”
“I…that would be nice,” Tim conceded.
“Just…someplace without a giant animatronic mouse, okay?” Kon begged, eyes wide and laughingly pleading.
Tim had to smile back. Robin’s fondness for Chuck E. Cheese was…well, it was almost scary in its intensity.
“Sounds nice,” Tim said, cuddling closer to Kon.
It did. Very nice.

***
And it was nice. Nice to sit in a quiet – well, relatively; the mariachi band wouldn’t play the birthday song for her until dessert – corner booth and eat chips and salsa while watching Kon try and explain the difference between a burrito and an enchilada to Robin.
Timmie thought she could get used to it. Having Kon around – and not just at work.
Actually, especially not at work.
“Why are dey called soapy peels if dey taste like cinnanamon toast?” Robin asked, squeezing what would be too much honey for anyone over the age of five on her sopa pilla. As it was, she was being very restrained.
Tim and Kon exchanged helpless glances. “Um…I think sopa pilla is Spanish, sweetpea,” Tim finally said.
Robin turned her bright green eyes on her mother. “Fer what?”
“I don’t know,” Tim admitted.
Robin pouted. “Oh,” she said in a small voice. Then she brightened. “Do ya know what I learned at my meeting today?” Robin had taken to calling her daycare a ‘meeting’ after Darla told her that meetings were when ‘a bunch of people get together to do or talk about the same thing, and sometimes you like the people, and sometimes you don’t.’
“No, why don’t you tell us?” Kon asked, sipping at his punch.
“That you’re my Mama’s boyfriend,” Robin said happily.
It took a moment for that to sink in.
Kon choked on his punch, eyes watering as he coughed to clear the blockage. Tim’s own eyes widened to epic proportions, practically bulging out of her head.
As one, they both turned disbelieving gazes on Robin. “Um…what?” Kon squeaked.
Robin blinked at them. “Lian was there today,” she informed them. “An’ she said that her daddy was ‘dating’ a lady named Cass, an’ that ‘dating’ was when two grown-ups went out ta dinner and stuff and did things together and sometimes spent the night with each other, and that maybe her daddy and Cass were gonna get mar-ried and Cass’d be her mommy someday, but right now Cass was just her daddy’s girlfriend, and her daddy was Cass’ boyfriend, and you and Kon have been spendin’ lots of time together and he’s spent da night more’n once, so Kon has ta be your boyfriend, Mama.” She took a big gulp of air, having said all that on one breath.
It took more than a moment – perhaps three moments – for Tim and Kon to absorb all of that information.
“Um…okay?” Kon finally said, voice shaky.
Tim cleared her throat. “Yes, sweetpea, Kon is my…boyfriend,” she said with a faint blush. She didn’t know why it was throwing her for such a loop that Robin had figured out she and Kon were dating. In truth, she hadn’t really given any thought to explaining to Robin what it meant that occasionally Kon was already there in mornings when she woke up, and there wasn’t the excuse of her being sick.
Tim inwardly quailed as she realized that keeping important things from her child was the mark of bad parenting. She was turning into an awful mother.
“Dat means he’s gonna be stayin’ over more, right?” Robin asked earnestly. “I’d like it if he would.” She sent a wide smile Kon’s way.
“Um…” Tim caught Kon’s amused, yet softly gentle look and blushed, again. She felt him take her hand underneath the cover of the table. “Yes,” she said, even as his grip tightened.
“Good,” Robin said, and Tim’s worries melted away.
Kon smiled at her, and Tim thought that maybe…maybe she was doing okay in the mothering department.

***
That evening, once Robin had been bathed (by Tim, as, “Boys aren’t s’posed to see girls nekkid!”) and read two stories (by Kon, since he could do more funny voices) and put to bed (by both of them, because Robin had learned they were both soft touches for goodnight kisses), Tim and Kon settled down on the couch to talk.
Or, well, to just cuddle. There wasn’t much talking, initially.
They just enjoyed being together, and ignored the rather awkward pink elephant in the room.
“So, um…” Kon cleared his throat, taking Timmie’s hand only to practically play with her fingers, looking at them as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. In truth, while he did appreciate the chance to study her hands at close range, he was really just trying to avoid Tim’s eyes. He had no real idea how to broach what was on his mind, so he figured he should just jump into the deep end of the proverbial pool with both feet.
Well, after he gave Tim her birthday present. “I, uh, I got you a present,” he said, fishing the velvet box out of his pocket. He hadn’t been able to figure out how to wrap it, and so had just tied a ribbon around the box it came in. “I hope you like it.” He’d known exactly what he wanted to get her from the moment he saw how many family pictures she kept around her, but it had taken him weeks to find just the right one.
Tim’s boggled stare confused him for a moment; it was her birthday, why was she surprised to get a gift from him? Then he realized what a jewelry box might look like, and understood. “I didn’t get you a chain for it because I thought that you, um, might like to wear it on your necklace.”
Seeming to breathe a little easier at Kon’s words, Tim cracked open the box and lifted out his gift. It was a delicate silver locket, quite large for its type. Opening it, Tim revealed the four pictures it held, obviously ones carefully chosen by Kon. The one on the left was a picture of her and Bernard, at their senior prom, her in a daringly low-cut (so she’d thought at the time) navy dress, and him in his father’s old powder blue tux, complete with ruffled shirt. Kon must have asked her parents, or maybe Darla, for that photo. Tim sniffled a little as she remembered how much fun they’d had, dancing like idiots and fawning all over each other.
The picture on the left of the branch in the middle was of her, Robin, Darla, and her step-mother Dana at the ‘Take Your Daughter To Work’ luncheon the previous May. On the opposite side of the insert was a picture of her, Robin and Kon at the planetarium, and the final picture, on the right half of the locket, was of her parents with herself as a baby.
Everyone important to her was in there. Even Bernard, and…Tim had worried that Kon might feel threatened by him, by his memory, but this…
Tim found herself at a loss for words, which seemed to spur Kon to an excess of verbiage, as if the silence was stifling him. Or as if he was worrying that he’d made a faux pas, adding yet another animal to their slowly building emotional zoo. “You can add another leaf to the inside…with room for two more pictures,” Kon told her, handing over a soft cloth bag that was heavy in her hands. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want, though.”
It hit Timmie, all of a sudden, that the only pictures she’d like to add to the locket…were pictures of her as-yet-unborn children.
Hers and Kon’s children.
They weren’t even living together and already Tim was planning the nursery. But then, ever since Bernard…romantic love and children had been irrevocably entwined in her mind.
She really, really had it bad.
“The pictures are perfect,” Tim told him, unable to stifle all of her tears as they brimmed in her eyes. “I…thank you so much, Kon. It’s beautiful.” She laid the locket carefully in the box and then pulled him into a hug, knowing of no way to express in words what she was feeling.
Except, perhaps, ‘I love you.’
Timmie wasn’t quite ready to say it, yet, even though she felt it with at least every other fiber of her being.
“I’m glad you like it,” Kon murmured into her hair.
The held each other for a little while, until Tim finally asked, “Your birthday is in November, right?”
Kon nodded against her. “Mm-hm.” He pulled back just enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes.
“Good.” Tim laughed softly. “I’ll need that time to think of something perfect for you. It’ll be hard for me to top this.” She smiled.
“You do that just by being you,” Kon told her, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. He pressed a kiss to her blushing cheek and grinned. “Anything you gave me would be wonderful.”
There were a lot of things – some more ideas or concepts than physical things – that Timmie wanted to give him. But maybe she could give him something. “I…I really…I really care about you, Kon. I…I really do.”
Kon’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and his smile softened. “I care about you too, Tim.”
“Can you…stay tonight?” She didn’t want to let Kon go. No right then, not even in the morning, or…ever, really.
It kind of scared her, but then, most of the important things in her life terrified and thrilled her in equal measure. Robin, her job, Darla, and, most of all…love.
Kon grinned and nodded. “I was hoping you’d ask.”
“I miss you when you’re not here,” Tim said without thinking. By ‘here’ she didn’t just mean when Kon wasn’t with her; she meant there at her house. In her territory, as it were.
A place where she could lay claim to his body as well as his heart.
“I like being here,” Kon replied, his tone of voice saying that he missed her too.
“I like you being here. I…” Tim blushed and a guilty giggle escaped from her lips as she admitted in a voice so soft Kon almost didn’t hear her, “I…I wish you could be here more often.”
Kon mulled that over for a few long moments. “I…would like to be here more often,” he said, finally deciding to go with the truth. “Would you like me to spend more time here?”
Tim’s hand tensed in his own, but she didn’t withdraw it from his grasp. “I, um…” Kon flicked his eyes up to meet Tim’s, only to find her gaze focused away from him. “Yes.”
For some reason, despite how much Cosmopolitan lauded the importance of emotional conversations, women never seemed to be any more at ease when discussing their feelings than men, Timmie even less so.
“That’s, uh…I’d like that,” Kon blurted.
Tim glanced at him. “Really?” she asked hopefully.
“Yeah.” Kon flushed and looked away. “I, um…I was actually kind of thinking…well, wondering…”
“Yes?” Tim coaxed when it appeared as if Kon needed some encouragement to talk more.
“I…well, my lease is going to end this month, and I wanted to ask if you thought…maybe…” Kon’s eyes kept flicking back and forth from hers and various points around the room. “Well, I could if you wanted me to– uh, if you wouldn’t mind, and–”
“Could…what?” Tim asked, even though she had more than an inkling of what Kon was getting at. She’d actually thought of the same solution herself – the solution to her problem of missing Kon whenever he wasn’t with her, and being disappointed when she realized that the nights they spent together, even just sleeping, were all too infrequent.
And even if they’d barely been dating for four months, it didn’t seem like it was too soon. It seemed just…right.
“Move…closer to here.” At Tim’s startled look, he elaborated, “I live on the other side of town, and I…I was thinking that I could rent an apartment near here. I…I like spending time with you, too, Timmie.”
Tim blushed. She’d been thinking that Kon was going to suggest something slightly different. But maybe… “Spending time or…or making time?” she mumbled, words almost a jumble. She needed to know before she offered. If he only wanted to be closer to…to be closer, then maybe they should wait.
Kon was nonplussed. “Well…both,” he said truthfully. She wouldn’t believe him if he told her anything else, even if he did like just holding her like at that moment. And he liked it a lot. A whole lot. “I mean, I like this–” he held up their joined hands, “–but I like…the, uh, other stuff, too.” He blushed.
A small, pleased smile cross Tim’s face. “Me too,” she said, and leaned into him, back against his chest so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye. “Um, if you wanted, you could…” she gulped and forged ahead, “you could move in here.”
Kon stilled, and then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “I…if you really, uh, want me to…I’d like that. A lot.”
Tim wondered if all those easy agreements weren’t too easy, and might possibly lead to difficult fights in the future…but right at that moment, she had a hard time thinking of when she’d ever felt so content. “Me too.”

***
Two Weeks Later
***
Timothea Drake had always considered herself a practical woman. Pragmatic, even. If something needed to be done, then she did it. If something could be done to make things easier, even if it was a bit untoward, she did it. If her daughter needed something, then she made it happen.
The first few months after she’d given birth to Robin, Tim found that there were unexpected obstacles to being a single parent. She didn’t dare leave Robin alone for very long, even if she did have the baby monitor with her. So she found herself showering with the door open, and Robin in the next room. But when Robin started to fuss, she’d immediately go to her, and that had caused problems more than once with shampoo getting in her eyes.
So Timmie had cut her hair almost boyishly short, and that had solved that. When Robin started taking longer naps, she was able to let her hair grow out again. She’d also had trouble finding time to get her legs shaved, so she’d had the hair permanently removed and that had solved that problem for good. Both of which had netted her three hours extra free time each week – time she could spend with Robin.
Dealing with her period was time-consuming, even though it didn’t take up much of her time. But Tim had so little to spare, she didn’t want to waste it on something she wasn’t getting any use out of it. She also didn’t want to have to remember to take a pill everyday, because making sure Robin took her vitamins was a trying enough process, so she got the every three month Depo-Provera shot.
And that part of her pragmatism was coming to the fore as being very useful now that she and Kon were not only dating, but actually living together. Kon seemed to take their new physical proximity as carte blanche to touch her whenever he wanted.
Timmie had done nothing to disabuse him of that notion; she couldn’t very well tell him he was wrong, because he wasn’t. She loved it when he touched her. When Kon pressed her back against the wall – gently, but forcefully, and god, how that combination of tenderness and control made her weak in the knees – and started kissing her, Tim had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing she’d gone on birth control because she was really giving her body a workout in the sex department, and no one knew better than she how fickle fertility could be.
And if the thought of having Kon’s child appealed to her, if at all, Tim didn’t let herself dwell on it, instead letting herself wallow in the sensations Kon was causing with his hands on her body, and his mouth on hers.

***
She couldn’t wallow forever; eventually something had to intrude upon her perfect little world, prick the bubble of happiness that surrounded her with its protective aura.
But sometimes change…wasn’t always bad.
“Um…Tim?” Kon said, late one evening as they got ready to leave work.
“Hmm?” Tim grabbed her purse and locked the doors, before heading down the stairs. Her parents had taken Robin for the night, citing that they never got to spend enough time with their granddaughter.
They’d been jet-setting across the world for almost a year, but Tim couldn’t exactly say anything against them. Maybe her father had retired a few years earlier than she’d planned, but he’d always been there for her, and so had Dana, since she was thirteen and her father had remarried.
And Timmie had finally figured out why her father had left her in charge of the company: he knew she’d miss Robin once she started school that fall, and he wanted her to have time to get used to running the company.
“I’d like you take you out,” Kon said.
Tim blinked. “O-kaay?” she drawled, as if to say, ‘And what do you think we’ve been doing?’
“On a real date.” Expression sheepish, Kon added, “Without Robin.”
That familiar jolt went through Tim; many times, a man had asked her and Robin out, only for him to all but demand that any and all subsequent dates be child-free. After the first few disasters – and they had been disasters, ending with her having to punch two guys, knee another one in the crotch, and listen to the whining of three others’ about their jobs, their exes, or their mothers – with guys who thought that a few hours of ‘making nice’ with her kid would get her to spread her legs for him, Tim had pretty much given up dating.
Shaking off the déjà vu feeling, Timmie reminded herself that this was Kon, and he’d spent almost an entire year ‘making nice’ with Robin. A little voice sounding suspiciously like a mix of Darla and the snake in the Garden of Eden whispered, And you’ve already spread your legs for him like a good little girl, haven’t you?
Tim felt a blush heat her cheek, and turned to look away from Kon, unseeing of the stairwell passing by. She reminded herself that shame had no place in her relationship with Kon. Yes, she had…let him touch her, but she hadn’t done it just to…to keep Kon with her. She’d wanted him to touch her, and to touch him in return. And she’d never been one for thinking that chastity implied purity of any kind other than carnality.
And Kon had been waiting, patiently, for almost two minutes for her to stop brooding and wallowing in her thoughts and give him an answer. “I’d – I’d like that, but we’d need to find a babysitter.” We? I need to find a babysitter. Robin isn’t Kon’s daughter, no matter how much– Timmie cut her thoughts off there, more than a little scared to see where they would go.
“Well, I know you don’t like to impose on Darla–” Kon said as he pushed through the doors to the parking garage.
“And she’s out of town this week, anyway,” Tim interjected, following him to his car. Darla was off in New York promoting her new album Unprodigal Daughter.
Kon nodded knowingly. “So I was thinking of asking my friend Bart.” At Tim’s frown, he added, “Robin met him once, remember; he stopped by the office to drop off presents. And he took care of my cats while we were in Smallville.”
Tim mulled that information over as they got into Kon’s car, and as she buckled her seatbelt, steeled herself and said, “Okay. How about Friday?”
Kon grinned at her as he flipped his turn signal. “Perfect.”

***
Three days later, Bart arrived at Tim’s house. After a nervous few minutes bidding Robin goodbye and admonishing her to be good for her ‘Uncle’ Bart, Tim left with Kon on their first official date. They drove to a nearby Italian restaurant and had dinner, Tim only able to think that it would have been incredibly boring to be observing her and Kon, mostly because their interaction involved a lot of comfortable silences and staring at each other adoringly. They were those young yuppie couples in dressy outfits that old couples sighed over in reminiscence and kids rolled their eyes at for being ‘mushy.’ They acted more than a little sappy, big smiles on their faces the whole time. There was flirting, there was hand holding – there was an aborted game of footsie when Timmie accidentally pressed too hard with her heel and bruised Kon’s shin.
They laughed about it during dessert, sharing a piece of chocolate cake that got licked off each other’s lips more than eaten with the two forks provided.
A year before, Timmie could have considered such a display totally disgusting. It just…hadn’t been something she’d done, not even with Bernard. But…it was kind of nice, once in a while. She was at the very least falling, if not outright in love.
Yet.

***
Two Weeks Later
***
A knock sounded at the door, and since Timmie was still getting dressed, Kon went to answer it. When he opened the door only to reveal Darla Aquila, Kon suddenly became aware of the fact that, while he was dressed, he wasn’t wearing socks. Or shoes. Or a belt. And his hair looked exactly like Timmie had been running her fingers through it for upwards of ten minutes while they made out after breakfast. Which she had.
Kon was pretty sure it had to do with the return of Darla’s drill sergeant attitude, only in her eyes, and not her voice. “Hello,” he said, voice croaking under her steady stare. “Um…c’mon in.”
Darla did so, watching him covertly as he locked the door and threw the dead bolt and chain with the ease of practice and familiarity. “Is Tim sick again?” she asked, eyeing him archly.
Kon blinked. “Er, no… Why?” he asked hesitantly, sure that he didn’t want to know.
“Because that was the only reason you had been staying over here last time, as I recall,” Darla said, sending a pointed look to his barely-dressed form.
“Um, no, Timmie’s fine, I’m just…living here.” Kon flinched back from the fire and surprise in her eyes, breathing half a sigh of relief as Lacey twined around his ankles, rubbing her scent on him.
Sending the Siamese an amused look as her own ankles were sniffed and then apparently found worthy of being ‘scented,’ Darla then turned back to Kon once Lacey had ambled away. “I have to talk to Tim about business,” she said, “so just…just take it as read,” she waved a hand in air illustratively, “that I’ve given you the speech about how if you hurt her I’ll remove your balls from your body slowly, and with a rusty spoon, okay?” She smiled widely, showing shark’s teeth, eyes glinting with determination and also a bit of dementia.
Kon would later deny any accusations that he had whimpered like a wuss. “Sure,” he squeaked. “Um, Tim’s back in the bedroom,” he added, and then made tracks for Robin’s room, hoping to lose himself and his worries in a quick game of checkers with his pseudo-daughter.
And forget any threats to his family jewels.

***
Once the door was closed behind her, Darla wasted no time getting down to business – Tim’s business.
Tim’s personal business.
“He’s living here?” Darla said without preamble, or even a ‘How do you do?’
“Um…uh…yes?” Tim stuttered, eyes wild with something akin to fear as she backtracked away from her suddenly scary friend. She let out an, “Eeek!” of surprise as she stumbled back onto the freshly made bed.
Darla turned down her glare; she wasn’t mad at Tim, just upset she hadn’t been told about this newest development in her best friend’s life. “It wasn’t enough that you let him get Robin a cat–”
Tim’s confusion was rapidly turning to aggravation. “What does that have to do with–?”
“Or that you moved in with him for three weeks–”
“Two weeks,” Tim protested, aggravation moving on to anger. “And it was only because–”
“–the Shriner’s convention meant there weren’t any free hotel rooms in Gotham,” Darla finished for her. “But when – and more importantly, why – did Kon – who I’m assuming you’re dating, even though you haven’t told me – move into your house?”
At Darla’s question, Tim deflated, realizing that her friend was mostly peeved because she felt like Tim had been keeping secrets from. And in a sense, Tim had been. She hadn’t wanted any outside influences to intrude on her idealistic life with Kon, possibly bursting the bubble of her happiness. “I, um, well…” Tim sighed, and twisted a corner of the bedsheet between her hands. “He signed a six month lease…and it ended in April.”
“And he couldn’t have renewed it?” Darla demanded incredulously.
Looking pained, Tim turned away from Darla’s penetrating gaze. “Yes, but I…I wanted him here,” she admitted in a small voice.
Hardened expression softening, Darla came over to sit besides Tim, laying one hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “Oh, Timmie. You’re in love.”
“I– No!” Tim denied vehemently, whirling around to face her friend. Her protests were too strenuous – and too immediate – to be true, however. And they both knew it. “I’m…I’m not. I can’t be. I…” Here her denial seemed to falter. “I…” She felt it, she knew, she just…couldn’t say it.
“You are,” Darla stated, tone brooking no arguments.
A long moment passed in silence, then: “Maybe,” Tim said. She then proceeded to duck her head and chew on her lower lip, staring at a small stain on the carpet as if spilled cocoa had the answers to all of life’s problems – or at least hers.
It wasn’t the fact that she felt like she was capable of falling in love again that surprised her, or even that is seemed to be happening with Kon, whom she’d known less than a year. It was that the feelings had blindsided her; it was so unexpected, so sudden that it left her breathless and dizzy. With Bernard the love had grown slow and sure, in addition to their friendship. With Kon, it had happened so fast; an almost instant attraction quickly followed by friendship, and then lust, culminating in…consummation. She’d been in love almost before she even knew it.
It was…nice. Almost paradise, in fact.
For lack of better descriptive wording.

***
Tim never mentioned what she and Darla talked about, but Kon noted her blushing looks in his direction, and wondered about them. He and Tim had basically set up ‘house’ together…but they’d never actually come out as a couple. No one really knew they were dating, though now Darla surely had some idea.
And Bart had to have known; Kon had had to go through him to borrow that truck from the Flash construction company so he could move into Tim’s house.
Still, they’d settled into being together, but so far the real world hadn’t intruded on their happiness. Maybe it was a mistake to try and hide away from possible problems.
Not like Kon knew what to do differently, but hopefully something would come to him.
And soon.
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