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Keep Being Me	By : aranel Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 3088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans,nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I pretend to own any recognizable characters within this work of fiction. They are the sole property of DC and I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Rating: Bart/Tim/Kon

“I don’t get it,” Kon said flatly, as the screen darkened and the credits began to roll.

Bart blinked. Processing it all, Kon figured. In all honesty, he was surprised Bart had lasted the entire movie. As it was, Kon felt the movie was all too long, too involved, too talky and moved far too slowly. But, if anyone knew about speeds, it was Bart. And he didn’t twitch all that much, making quick runs to the kitchen, between pauses that lasted mere seconds at best. He seemed fascinated, and Kon had spent most of the movie looking at him. And when he wasn’t looking at Bart not moving - which just felt strange - he was watching Tim.

As for Tim, not only had the mask remained on the whole time – which meant Kon couldn’t see Tim’s eyes react to the images – he also had spent most of the movie not moving. Kon, who’d long become accustomed to Tim’s stillness and Bart’s constant movement, felt particularly uneasy with their mutual submergence.

His comment however, seemed to draw both of his teammates out of their reverie, their heads turning to him. He could see Bart’s eyes, slightly wide, and focussed. Tim moved against the couch, angling himself in Kon’s direction, for what was apparently going to be some kind of discussion. Kon knew his teammates’ body language. Even if he could read Bart and Tim better than anyone else.

Tim opened his mouth to speak, but Bart beat him to it. “What don’t you get?”

Kon gestured vaguely with his hands. “You know…I mean, did she just go off and never see him again or what?”

There was an almost comical slant to the small gape that formed on Bart’s mouth. Kon had only seen it because he’d not been blinking at the time. “Of course!” he replied. “Kon, she had to make a choice.”

“Yea, I know that. But, I mean…We just sat here for three hours, watching a…a chick flick. And it didn’t even end.”

“It ended, Kon. The credits are rolling.” He gestured at the t.v. and Kon looked to Tim for support. He could feel the other’s eyes on him. Tim was thinking. And then he cocked his head, resting his temple against the back of his curved hand.

“This movie’s non predictable,” Tim commented. “That’s why you feel unfulfilled.”

“Unfulfilled?” replied Kon, feeling the latter word stick to his throat.

Tim nodded. “Generally, there’s a formula to movies.”

“Oh yeah, I read about that!” interjected Bart. “The unwritten rules of Hollywood cinema. Like, if it’s a horror movie, there’s a system of killing where everything’s based on the character. Ethnicity, sexuality – virgins totally survive- and there’s also-”

“All movies have patterns they follow,” continued Tim. “Usually those that deviate aren’t well received.”

“Oh,” said Kon.

“And then there’s the psychological angles to consider,” Bart went on. Kon realized he’d been speaking through Tim’s reply. “See the heroine was an introvert whose morals were close-knit and that made it difficult for her to adapt to the new environment, you know, the house. And then, without going into her background, there’re the different personality types to consider. Delia was so the antagonist. Camilla’s opposite, everything she wasn’t. She lied, cheated, committed adultery…She was a budding alcoholic, a perfectionist, obsessive compulsive-”

“Yea, thanks Bart.”

Kon’s head hurt. Ever since Bart had read an entire library, he had a comment for just about everything. The transformation into Kid Flash hadn’t been the ‘be all and end all’ as Ma and Pa Kent were fond of saying. Everything about Bart had changed. His attitude, his amount of input, his reactions…His body was even different. He was still lean, but he was becoming less…well less of a kid. Muscles were sprouting up everywhere. He had more control over his body – funny as that may sound. He was getting broader, longer, more angled…His hair style was even more mature.

The uniform just reflected that change.

Tim had changed too. He was darker, more secretive. He wore his costume all the time now. He slept in it, ate meals in it. He didn’t go swimming, or take showers with them anymore. He was hiding. Inside himself. As if he could drive everyone he cared about away by pretending they didn’t matter.

Kon couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him eat, tonight included. Or heard his body relax into a good sleep. Tim was getting thinner, while everyone else were getting more defined. He was still functional. He still trained, and he still fought, and he was still good. His body was still sleek, and defined in ways that had been set long ago. And yet…there was something…different…Kon couldn’t pin point it though.

Different in the way Tim moved. In the stillness that lasted longer and longer every time they gathered. In the way his face grew less and less expressive. Dead almost…as if his mask were more of a cowl. Like the Bat. Another thing to hide behind.

His uniform, unlike Bart’s, didn’t reflect this. It didn’t have too. Every moment, Tim was further lost to it. Whatever darkness that was slowly consuming him. The secrets he didn’t share. The non-secrets he didn’t share. The way his voice was only soft at times like this. When he wasn’t relaxed, and yet not tense. His body was enough to convey the change. The set of his shoulders. The way he stood his ground. Kon preferred the soft voice to the cold, knowing one Tim was developing. Missed the eyes he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. Missed him, truly missed him.

“What?” said Bart.

Kon blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re staring at us.”

Kon looked to Tim, who was staring back, somewhere behind the lenses and the dark mask that covered just enough and all too much.

“Could you take that off?” he asked, and could almost feel Tim blink.

Bart looked to Tim as well, wondering, but not asking. Another thing that made Kon uneasy now. Bart was asking less and less questions. As if all those books had held answers to questions Bart hadn’t even thought to ask before, and didn’t have a need to now.

Kon held Tim’s gaze, and after a long while, Tim sighed. Reaching up, he moved his hand to the edge of his mask, faltering only a moment, before lifting the edge and peeling it off slowly. His eyes were closed, face downcast. And when he looked up, Kon felt his heart rip in two. Tim’s eyes…

Bart teetered on the edge of the couch, looking around them. And when he saw Tim’s eyes, he stilled. Stilled in a way that made a deep shiver rise up Kon’s spine. Kon didn’t know what to say, and for once, Bart was frozen almost, refraining, or else in shock. All Kon knew was that those eyes…those eyes…

He caught Tim’s forearm as he tried to put the mask back in place, head dipping quickly. Not quickly enough.

As he stared at Tim, Bart took a more direct approach, pressing up against Tim’s back, hugging him tightly, and keeping him from moving. Kon tried to meet Tim’s eyes, but Tim had closed them again. So he leaned close and kissed each eyelid softly. Tim inhaled through his nose, and Kon moved to stroke his cheek.

Bart lay back, drawing Tim with him, bearing him.

Tim’s heart rate rose drastically, his respiration rate increasing as well, even if it wasn’t directly evident. Kon could hear it.

He leaned in, kissing Tim’s lips gently, testing the unexplored, the silent part of friendship. Comfort that didn’t come from words. Reassurance that left visible marks. Support, marked by ache. Relief, a heavy unkempt weight.

Tim at first, didn’t react.

He let himself be kissed, and focussed on remaining Bat-like. Bart removed his cape and tunic, and slowly dragged both hands down Tim’s scarred chest. Tim gave a hitched breath, and moaned quietly when Bart’s hands slipped into his strap. Kon focussed on tracing Tim’s scars with his tongue, knowing that while he and Bart may never have them, Tim would map his life with them.

Tim twitched over certain scars. Squirmed against the manipulation of others. Arched and clutched at Kon’s hair as certain scars seemed to reaffirm something. Some secret language of his body that Kon was eager to learn.

He bit his lip, hips twitching as Kon met his navel. Tongue swirling around and dipping in. Clutched hard and bucked. Kon looked sideways, and found Bart’s arm a soft blur. Tim knowing only ecstasy. Coming and coming, with Bart allowing him no time to think. Leaving him a bundle of nerves. Abandoned and secure between them.

Kon followed the arm, and met Bart’s eyes. Softly lulling and fluttering. He moved himself up, bracing a hand against the couch and sinking into them. Tim’s hands gripped his shoulders, and Bart’s hand was a vibration between their joined hips. As soon as the speedster looked up, he was kissed. And if he was surprised, Kon didn’t know it. He matched the hunger of Bart’s mouth. Tongue chasing the other’s about the soft cavern. He had just enough time to wonder how that tongue would feel lower, before he hissed. Tim had undone his fly, and shoved his jeans down while he’d been preoccupied.

Groaning, he shoved down, and both bodies beneath him gave slight hisses. ‘Strength, Kon,’ he reminded himself. His apology was in his eyes, but neither seemed to be overly concerned with being accidentally crushed to death. In fact, Kon found, Bart had gotten rid of most of their clothing. Kon’s arms rose over his head, as Tim removed his shirt – the last physical barrier between them.

After that, he was fairly lost to touch. There was skin everywhere, and he took advantage of that. Hands smoothing over an endless sea of flesh. Barely noting the difference between the sleek, unmarred skin of Bart, and the rough, ridged expanse of Tim.

He didn’t think of the fact that anyone could walk in. Or that the whole tower consisted of cameras in every nook and cranny, catching their day to day from every angle imaginable. He didn’t consider that their mentors likely received copies, or that Batman pretty much had the entire place bugged anyway.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing but Tim and Bart.

Being close enough to touch and taste. To comfort, and support. To reassure, and be reassured. But, most of all, he knew this last shred of innocence was being sacrificed by them, and not stolen from them. That this was a decision they’d made for themselves. With consequences of their own choosing.

Let them be angry. Let them charge into the tower. If just for this night, Kon felt they were reconnecting. Coming together in new ways, just as they were being brought closer once more. Reclaiming old ties, and establishing new ones.

And as far as Kon was concerned…as long as there was a ‘them’ he could continue to be a ‘he’.
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