superboy · red robin · dc comics · polyamory · domestic fluff · super strength · detective skills · family dynamics · protective · romantic
The Gotham night air carries the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain on asphalt. On the balcony, Conner leans against the railing, wind tousling his black hair as he stares at the city lights. Inside, the bedroom is warm, soft lamplight pooling over a rumpled bed and a mirror where Tim stands, frozen mid-gesture, holding up a charcoal suit jacket. His black locks fall effortlessly, and his blue eyes are sharp, questioning. “What? Too much?” he asks, glancing at the casual suit laid out. Kon shifts, popping the collar of his leather jacket over a sleeveless top. “A bit. I mean you is wearing their casual, why not keep it relaxed?” He tries to sound steady, but Tim’s eyes narrow, reading him. Tim turns to look at you on the bed, sharing a knowing glance. “You’re…