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Things Kept Secret	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Things Kept Secret

Kon thought that X-Ray vision was a cool power to have, but not if he couldn’t control it.
Sooner or later it was going to accidentally flip on in battle, and Kon would have a really hard time fighting when all he could see was the skeletons, or naked bodies of bad guys. And that wasn’t nearly as weird as accidentally seeing his teammates in the buff.
Not that Cassie hadn’t looked hot in that plum-colored lingerie that was straight out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, but being a Peeping Tom really wasn’t in his plans for the future. And he wasn’t a stupid kid with X-Ray specs and a severely perverted nature anymore.
No, now he was a mildly idiotic teenager with X-Ray vision and a slightly perverted nature.
Kon snorted, and got up from his bed where he’d been thinking, heading towards the common room. He was determined to seek out something or someone to take his mind off of his issues. The last thing the team needed was for him to start brooding like a Robin.
And speaking of their resident Bat, Tim was just heading into his room.
And there went his X-Ray vision. Again. Kon sighed, closing his eyes, even though he knew it was futile; he could see through his eyelids as well as anything else. He could see through Tim’s door, see through Tim’s clothes, see through Tim’s skin – damn, how many bones had Tim broken? – and see through Tim’s muscles, too.
Concentrating, Kon reigned in the X-Ray vision, and gave a sigh of relief as he was no longer subjected to viewing his best friend as a skeleton. Though he still couldn’t see the Robin uniform, and trying to deal with everyone while seeing them in their underwear was going to be weird, he could manage like this…
Wait a minute… Kon’s eyes squinted, though they didn’t really need the help to focus. What the hell was Tim wearing?!

***

Ever since accidentally seeing Tim in his skivvies, Kon had been the Teen of Confusion. What the hell could it mean? Kon had not a clue.
He had a few ideas, but they couldn’t be true. Could they?
If he wanted to know, he’d have to ask Tim.
Groaning, Kon flopped back on his bed, and covered his traitorous eyes with his left arm. Sometimes, life really sucked. And not in the good way.

***

“Uh…Tim? Could I talk to you, man?” Kon peered past the partially open door to Tim’s room. Tim generally left the door unlocked when he was inside his room, but he only left the door open when he was willing to receive visitors. Kon had figured that out pretty quickly.
Tim pressed a few keys on the computer and the screen went blank. “Sure, Kon. What’s up?” he asked, twisting around in his chair to face him.
Kon felt almost like he was preparing to do battle. Then again, if he was correct in his suppositions about Tim’s underwear – which he almost certainly wasn’t, because he just couldn’t be that lucky – getting Tim to admit to it would be rather difficult.
Gingerly tiptoeing into the room, Kon flopped down on the floor next to Tim. “Uh, well, I kinda have a problem…with my X-Ray vision…only not really…” Dammit, he should have planned this conversation out. Or at least outlined it, like his teacher kept telling him he should for all those English papers he kept getting Cs on.
“What kind of problem?” Tim asked, and he was being all concerned and wanting to help, and Kon cringed. Curiosity might not kill the Kryptonian, but he was sure it would embarrass the both of them to assuage it. Maybe he should just forget about asking Tim his question and make something up about his X-Ray vision for Tim to help him with.
But the vision of what he’d seen spurred Kon onward. He wanted to know if Tim’s reason for his clothing choices were what he thought, what he hoped, they were. “It’s not exactly a problem with the vision. I’m getting better at controlling it. It’s, well, more of a problem of what I accidentally saw.” And Kon stared pointedly at Tim, hoping against hope that this wouldn’t be one of the one in a million times when Robin didn’t know what’s what before everyone else.
Fuck. No joy. Robin looked as clueless as Bart ever did when it came to trying to understand tact. “What did you accidentally see, Kon?” Tim asked, frowning slightly.
“Well, um, it wasn’t really all that weird in and of itself–” Kon had kinda thought that Cassie was the only one that owned Superboy clothing, though, “–but it sorta made me think differently about some of the people around here…” he said leadingly.
And Robin got led to the wrong place. “Well, Kon, Gar and Vic have been together for a while,” he said in that calm voice that was supposed to keep frightened civilians from panicking, “and I know it’s a bit odd that Raven is with them, too, now, but I would hope that you could manage to–”
Kon blinked, shocked, and quickly interrupted Tim before he could verge even farther into the realm of over-sharing about their teammate’s sex lives. “Whoa, whoa, wait.” He put his hands up in a stop gesture that wasn’t really needed, but he needed to put some distance between himself and this news, even if only metaphorically. “You mean…Raven, too? I knew about Gar and Vic – who doesn’t know about Gar and Vic – but they’re really, like, a…threesome?” That was so totally weird. But cool, too, in a way. He’d been kinda worried about all the time that Gar had been spending with Raven lately, and nothing could mess up team dynamics like a love triangle. Except, apparently, when the love triangle decided to share.
Did that make it not a love triangle? There were three of them, right, but they were all happy, which was bizarre, but good, and yet…
Tim blushed and sort of tilted his face away in that Bat-gesture of ‘I’ve made a mistake, but I’m never going to admit it, so I’ll just have to pretend it never happened and focus your attention elsewhere’ to hide it. “Well, I think it’s really a…recent thing. You know, since she only came back from the dead less than a year ago.” He shook his head with a sigh and said, “Maybe you should just tell me what’s on your mind.” He grinned self-deprecatingly. “Before I give any other secrets away.”
Kon gulped. This was so not good. But he’d come here to talk to Tim about this – about Tim’s secret – and damned if he wasn’t going to follow through.
He would be damned, if this turned out bad. “I, um… The other day I accidentally kinda saw you, with my X-Ray vision, and I just, um… Why were you wearing a pair of Superboy boxer shorts?” Kon asked in a rush, blushing. It would have been even weirder if they’d been Superman boxer shorts, but no. He’d remembered those red, yellow, and blue shorts from the short-lived clothing line Rex had marketed way back when. They didn’t make them anymore, so Tim must have had them for a while, and Kon didn’t even really want to think about that because he’d stopped getting his hopes up the third time Tim and Steph broke up, only to make up a couple of months later, when she was pregnant with someone else’s kid. Their break-ups with their respective girlfriends never seemed to happen at the same time.
The look Tim was giving him was… Kon didn’t think he’d ever seen a look like than on anyone’s face. Tim’s expression was sort of crumpled in, as if he was trying to hide even from himself, and that was actually a pretty good interpretation of the way he was all the time.
But Tim had never needed to hide from Kon.
Tim opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally stuttering, “I…I… Kon, I, um…”
“Breathe, man,” Kon told him, because Tim looked like he was about to hyperventilate, or pass out, or something else not good. “I’m not mad or anything, just…curious.” And at that moment he was wondering if that old adage applied to Kryptonians as well as cats.
He hoped not, but then again, Tim looked like he was the one who was about to expire from embarrassment.
Tim followed instructions, taking comically deep gulps of air and expelling them softly. When he was a bit calmer, he again attempted to answer Kon’s question. “I, uh…they were a gift,” Tim finally said.
And maybe if Kon hadn’t wanted to know so badly, he might have accepted that answer. Or if Tim wasn’t acting like he’d forgotten everything he’d learned about Bat-stoicness. “Pull the other one, man, it has bells on it,” Kon said with a snort.
Tim flushed. “Um, uh, what do you mean?”
“You’re too weirded out for it to just be that. So spill, dude. I promise not to blow up or get mad or anything.” Kon gave Tim a reassuring smile.
It obviously didn’t reassure him much, however, because Tim seemed skeptical. “How can you promise that?”
Kon’s eyes narrowed. “Because you’re my best friend, and I think that even if you ended up going bald and being an evil supervillain, I would still l– like you.” He stilled, realizing that he’d almost let the proverbial cat out of the bag.
A tense silence reigned in the room, weighing heavily on them both. Finally the crushing oppression seemed to get to Tim, and he mumbled his answer under his breath – though not low enough for Kon’s super-hearing to miss. “How about if I was wearing those shorts because I…um…kinda-have-a-crush-on-you,” Tim said faster than Bart on a sugar rush. At Kon’s surprised start, he turned away, missing the smile that stole over his friend’s face. “Because I knew I couldn’t have the real thing, and I just wanted…to be close to you,” he finished in a miserable whisper.
Never in his wildest dreams would Kon have thought that would be the reason. Well, actually, yes, he would have, but only in his wildest dreams.
Still, to have it be true really knocked Kon off his mental kilter. Whatever a kilter was. “I’d say…you’re still my best friend,” Kon said, taking hold of Tim’s hand.
“You…really?” Tim said, looking hopeful but still wary.
“Yeah.” Kon swallowed hard and prepared to make his own revelation. “And I’ve, um…kinda had a crush on you for awhile, too. A long while.”
Now hope warred with suspicion in Tim’s eyes as he said, “You do?” His hand clenched around Kon’s, the tension belying his outward calm.
Kon nodded, wrapping his other hand over his and Tim’s. “Yeah, I do.”
Tim’s eyes flickered and he asked, almost plaintively, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Why didn’t you?” Kon returned. He felt pretty sure that their respective reasons had been the same.
Tim made a small noise, sort of halfway between a whimper and a moan of embarrassment. “Because…because I was…afraid.” Tim all but mouthed the last word, barely a breath behind it.
“And you think I wasn’t? I wanted to tell you, so many times, but it never seemed to be the right time.” Kon shook his head, frustrated. “Whenever me and Cassie would break up, you and Steph would just be getting back together, and vice versa,” he explained. “And I wasn’t even sure if you did…like me.”
Tim huffed a laugh, almost silently, as usual for him. He never made big outward shows of emotion, and when he did, they were hushed, quiet, restrained. “I do,” he said quietly, slowly moving his free hand to cover up his and Kon’s.
And that restraint only made them mean all the more. Like his feelings were a special secret that only select people ever got to share in. “I do, too. And…” Kon swallowed, hard, sensing how quickly this conversation had turned serious. “You don’t have to pretend anymore. You…have the real thing, now,” he said in a low voice. Not that he minded Tim wearing clothes with his symbol on them, but…he wasn’t that Superboy anymore.
He’d be glad to give Tim the Super-shirt he’d shrunk in the wash a few months ago.
Tim smiled at him shakily, and his voice wavered as he asked, “Promise?” Another secret Tim rarely let show.

“I promise, Tim.” And Kon sealed the promise with a kiss.
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