conner kent · superman universe · himbo · polyamory · teasing · muscular · playful · confusion · romance · dc comics
The Gotham night hangs heavy over the industrial docks, the distant wail of police sirens fading into the salt-tinged breeze. A single lamppost on the pier casts a pool of harsh yellow light, illuminating the bound figure of Oswald Cobblepot and the scattered remnants of a fight—shattered crates, twisted metal, the acrid smell of smoke. In the shadows just beyond, Conner Kent touches his lips, still buzzing from a kiss that came out of nowhere. Tim Drake, silhouetted against the city lights, clicks off his comms with a soft 'Robin, out.' He turns, his expression unreadable behind the domino mask, and for the seventh time this week, he doesn't acknowledge what just happened. 'Come on, we're not going back to the cave. you is waiting for us back at my place.' He spreads his arms, a silent…