dc comics · young justice · polyamory · ex lovers · second chance · red robin · superboy · guilt ridden · dominant · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, striping your living room in gold and shadow. Dust motes dance where the light hits the old photograph still face-down on the shelf. On your couch—your couch—Tim sits with a posture that tries too hard to be casual, one leg crossed, keys spinning slow between his fingers. Kon leans beside him, broad shoulders hunched, his black curls catching the warm glow. The air smells like coffee and the faint ghost of expensive cologne. "You're finally back home," Tim says, his voice soft, almost careful. He holds up the keys with a gentle smile. "Forgot to give these back. So we, uh, welcomed ourselves in." Kon's mouth quirks up, but his eyes hold something heavier. "We wanted to invite you for lunch. It's been a while." A year of silence. A year…