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Kon stared at the twinkling lights of Gotham, the noises from the gala behind him melting into a loud clash of voices, talking and the clirring of champagne glasses.
It was loud.
It always was.
He tried to ignore them and concentrate on the sight, he had escaped to the balcony to clear his thoughts. Kon was here as Connor Luthor, which meant that reporters were throwing questions about Lex at him. Running from Luthor as a parent over who his mother was to accusations of him being a villain.
They weren’t wrong, but to ask a technically 17-year-old if he knew anything about his dad’s villainous activities? That went a bit far.
His mind wandered back to what Robin - his Robin, not the sword Robin - had said about that. “Reporters have an important role in a democracy, but most of the time they’re vultures.” Connor had been enraged on Clarks behalf, but now he understood it.
He leaned onto the railing. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have Robin with him right now.
“Kon?” Connor was startled by the voice, he hadn’t noticed anyone approach. He turned around only to find a black haired teenager in suit behind him.
He suddenly dashed forward to wrap his arms around Connor’s stomach. “What the …!”
“Kon.”
Connor gawked down at him. Blue eyes with dark circles underneath blinked back up at him.
The teenager gave up the staring fight to bury his head into Connor’s chest closing his eyes. He mumbled something. Connor wouldn’t have been able to pick it up without his super hearing.
“I missed you.”
Did they know each other? The mop of raven hair did seem somehow familiar.
It was possible that they had been introduced to each other earlier, but that didn’t explain this action. The only person who did sometimes fall asleep on him was…
Connor stared back down at the half asleep teenager.
But it couldn’t be, could it?
And he did know Connor’s kryptonian name.
Connor slowly settled his arms atop of the teen.
Ok, yeah, that was definitely his Robin. Only his Robin had such narrow shoulders, which fit perfectly into his arms.
He grinned. He had his Robin half asleep and in civvies in his arms.
Oh.
His grin faltered. Batman would murder him. Secret identities were one of his number one priorities. Just after all of his Robins’ safety.
He would have to let go of his Robin eventually.
But just a little while longer wouldn’t make a difference. Robin needed his sleep after all.
Connor glanced down at him. His muscles were finally fully relaxed and he took deep even breaths. He had fallen asleep. Once he was asleep nothing could wake him up with the exception of emergencies. Somehow Robin was able to differentiate between real danger and his friends antics, all while being deep in the land of dreams.
Everything seemed so far away with Robin in his arms. Out here on the balcony it was just the two of them and the clear night sky of Gotham.
Connor sighed and rested his chin on top of Robin’s head, fluffy black hair tickling at his skin. Still as soft as the last time they hugged at the Titans tower. He inhaled the scent of coffee and printer ink and tightened his arms even more
around his Robin.
“Tim?”
Connor’s head snapped up. He had been too distracted with the bird in his arms to notice the other person stepping out onto the balcony. He glared at the man, black hair and blue eyes again.
“OMG, Connor! …and Tim.” The man’s face whitened for a split second before his amusement took over. “He fell asleep on you. And you let him.” The man cackled.
It was the very familiar cackling of his mentor. “Wing?”
Nightwing stopped for a second to look at him. “Tim fell asleep on you AND exposed secret identities?” He went back to laughing.
Connor’s brain flatlined. He stared down at his still soundly asleep Robin. His name was Tim.
It was a nice name.
Tim.
His brain came back online, when someone else came to join them. It was freaking Bruce Wayne.
“Dick. Stop laughing and bring your brother home.” He looked exhausted and done with the world. “Connor.” Mr. Waye acknowledged him.
What was up with random strangers knowing his name? Except they weren’t strangers. They were bats in civilian identity.
Connor wished he could disappear and never be seen again. He just found out the bats real identities and came face to face with Batman while a Robin was asleep on him.
“Sure, B.” Nightwing or “Dick” finally stopped laughing and rolled his eyes. He moved to pick up his little brother out of Connor’s arms.
When Tim was safely settled into his arms, Dick turned around one last time before he left the balcony. “If you ever hurt him, you know what happens don’t you?” He smiled.
Connor gulped and turned away from their retreating backs to face their father - Batman.
“We will have a talk about this on Tuesday. Until then I hope you can keep this to yourself, can’t you Superboy?” His face was all Batman with a touch of protective father.
“Yes, Sir.”