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batstalker declared Kon-el Day the other day and I completely forgot to pimp it (bad Jessie!) but I did write for a couple of the prompts. (The "titles" are just the prompts, because I hate titling things)Protection From Rainfall (Tim/Kon)
300 words, G
"You know," Kon said once the rumble of thunder had died down, "Ma's got some stuff to say about people who don't know to come in out of the rain."
They were perched on a rooftop in Berlin's financial district, watching the windows of a high-rise across the street. Well, Tim was watching through his night-vision binoculars. Kon was sort of keeping an ear out. Mostly he was just keeping Tim company.
"If I leave now," Tim said without looking away from his binoculars, "I'll miss the meeting. I've been tracking this guy for a *week*, Kon. I can handle a little rain."
"But it's cold out here!" Kon protested. "And you're, you know, human and stuff. You're gonna get pneumonia and I'm going to have to tell Batman why I let you get sick."
Tim looked up just long enough to roll his eyes. "Cold and damp don't actually cause disease, Kon. Anyway, you can go, if you want."
Kon shuffled and shifted over until he and Tim were shoulder to shoulder. "Nah," Kon said, absently. "I don't get sick."
Tim didn't respond. There wasn't anything happening next door, but Tim was just as focused on the dark window as he would have been if there *was*.
The thunder boomed overhead, louder and closer this time, and the sky opened up. Kon watched the rain fall over the city, a grey wall drifting toward them. The streets below went from gray to silver-black, and then the rain reached their rooftop.
Tim lowered his binoculars. He blinked at the rain around them. He looked up. Kon grinned.
About a foot above their heads, the rain was hitting an invisible barrier, running down in rivulets to the gutter at the edge of the roof.
"Huh," Tim said, and looked at Kon. "Thanks."
With wonderful art by
batstalker herself! Aren't they adorable? Hayloft (Tim/Kon)
200 words, g
When Tim climbs down out of the jet and turns around he finds Batman standing startlingly close.
“An emergency,” he says, his voice flat.
Tim doesn't swallow or look away - Bruce knows all his tells, and Tim has been ruthless in eliminating them. “Yes.”
“In Kansas.”
Tim...keeps his breathing very steady. “I handled it.”
“I imagine you did.”
Tim doesn't blush. “I have school tomorrow.”
“Yes,” Batman agrees, “you do.” He doesn't move out of the way, forcing Tim to shuffle sideways past him and into the cave proper.
Tim thinks he's home free, but when he gets to the shower enclosure, Alfred is waiting outside of it with a towel and a loofah. “Welcome back, sir,” he says, pleasantly. “I trust, since you felt no need to summon further assistance, that the situation requiring your sudden attention this afternoon has been satisfactorily resolved?”
Tim doesn't trust himself to open his mouth. He just nods.
“Hm,” Alfred says. He raises one eyebrow and reaches over Tim's shoulder to pluck something from his hair. He makes a great show out of examining it. “I must say...I do wonder just what sort of crisis would leave a young man with hay in his hair.”
Tim blushes, grabs the towel, and flees into the shower.
The Long Legs of the Law (Tim/Kon)
500 words, g
Tim walked down the hall in just his tights and shirt, drinking down the cooling dregs of his last cup of coffee so that he could pour himself a new one. Kon had been missing since the battle that afternoon, and Tim had been up all night, working with Oracle to try and track down his location - without success. It was starting to become somewhat wearing. And worrying.
That's why Tim almost dropped his mug when he walked into the Tower kitchen and Kon was leaning against the counter wearing a cowboy hat. “Where have you been?” he snapped, just as frustrated with himself for being worried as he was with Kon for having gone AWOL.
“Spontaneous time travel,” Kon said. He scratched his chin - there's several days worth of stubble there that weren't that afternoon - and went back to stuffing his face. “God, I missed cold pizza.”
“Where did you go?” Tim asked. He walked past just as Kon turned to dig in the fridge, and found himself stopping in place to stare. Kon's legs...Looked really long. Really long. And his ass looked...even better than usual. He was just wearing *jeans* - Tim shook himself and continued on to the sink. He rinsed out his mug as Kon started telling him the story of his adventure, which really would have been more fascinating if Tim could have gotten his mind off the puzzle of Kon's *legs* and *ass*. He kept turning back to look as he washed the few dishes he'd left in the sink earlier, but it didn't make any *sense*.
Kon wore jeans all the *time*! There was absolutely no reason that the sight of his legs in them should make Tim wish he was wearing something over his tights.
“...but the sheriff was laid up from the *last* time they rolled into town - and she was really kind of hot, by the way, but don't tell Cassie I said that - so after I lifted the wagon off the little girl, I got deputized and-”
“How long?” Tim interrupted.
Kon paused with a fork halfway to his mouth. “What?”
“How long were you displaced?” Had he been gone long enough to *grow*?
“Um...About a week? No, maybe a little more. It's kind of confusing because I was in, like, caveman times at first, and then there were robots before the cowboys.”
Hm. Tim dried his hands and walked back around the island for a better view. Kon was too focused on his twentieth century leftovers to notice.
A week wasn't time to actually get taller, but...well, it was hard to tell, with the hat, but *was* he taller?
And then Tim managed to tear his eyes away from Kon's round, perfect ass, to let them slide down those long, long legs, strong thighs stretching the denim tight, the molded leather of his boots hugging his calves and - oh. Oh.
Cowboy boots.
Tim grinned. “You look good in heels.”
Kon rolled his eyes and took a gulp of milk out of the cartoon. “Shut up, man.”
She decided Tim was just fixated because now Kon was even TALLER and it's just not fair...
I wrote Kon with stubble because
batstalker likes him that way, and she drew this to explain why:
And then we got to talking about how Tim was going to explain the beard burn to Batman (also, the hickeys and why he was walking funny). We decided the answer was obviously aliens. Tim had been abducted by aliens. They had sucked his blood, which gave him an allergic reaction, and...well, you know what aliens do. He's walking funny for a reason.
Somehow, we both SPONTANEOUSLY come up with the idea of Kon in bobbly antennae. I'll get around to writing it eventually, but for now:
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Date: 2010-03-23 04:08 am (UTC)And Kon would look excellent in heels. Remind me to draw that sometime.
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Date: 2010-03-23 12:23 pm (UTC)*nudges you*
Hey,
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Date: 2010-03-23 07:26 am (UTC)You both are made of win, btw.
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Date: 2010-03-23 04:32 pm (UTC)You know your life is ridiculous when instead of listening to a spontaneous time traveling story you try and figure out why your friend’s ass looks hotter than usual. ^.^
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Date: 2010-03-24 02:54 am (UTC)Excellent job!
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