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stay with me | conner kent

Pairing: YJ!Conner Kent x Gender Neutral Reader, implied almost poly--tension with M'gann

Genre: Slight angst, comfort

WC: 2.3K

Warnings: Slight mention of canon violence--reader has a concussion, brief appearance from La'gaan (I'm so sorry it's very brief I promise)

Takes place in Season 2.

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Floating. You’re floating.

Your eyes are so heavy and your ears are buzzing. You’re not sure if you took out that last goon or if he took you out. Maybe both, judging from your back against the damp floor beneath you and no other sound besides the heavy breaths going past your lips.

You don’t have the energy to formulate any helping thoughts. All that goes through your brain is how much you’d like a blanket over you. Shivering at a slight breeze that brushes past, you let out a groan as a pain pulses through your skull. 

There’s so much fog over your brain that you barely register the thump of someone landing a few feet away from you. But the vibrations that rack through the ground make your head hurt more.

“H/N.” Superboy’s arms go under your body as he hoists you up into his hold. One of his arms is under your shoulders and the other is under your knees.

“Con…ner.” The sound is hard to force out of your lips and it comes out in a whisper that his super hearing picks up clear as day.

I found H/N. Seems like they’ve got a concussion. Superboy’s voice filters through your brain and it’s then that you register the buzzing in your ears as the voices coming from the mindlink.

Bring them back to the bioship. We got the intel we needed. Robin said.

“Hold on tight, H/N. I don’t want to hurt you.” Superboy held your head against his chest as he jumped towards the direction of the bioship.

Of course you were glad that you had been found, but maybe someone else who wouldn’t jostle your skull around so much would have been more appreciated. Maybe someone like M’gann.

By the time Superboy made it to the bioship you felt one step away from puking and half another away from passing out. He wanted to put you on a seat but you just wanted to lay on the floor with your head on the ground. But it was hard for you to protest when you lost footing after he set you down, and so in the seat you went.

The bioship materialized a seat closer to yours for Conner and he grabbed one of your hands after sitting down to rub comforting circles on the back of it. It didn’t take very long for your heavy eyes to stay closed and for sleep to take over.

-

You woke up in the med bay with a pressure in your head and a dry throat. Looking around the lightly furnished room, you saw a rolling cart placed by your side and reached for the glass of water on it. However, the heaviness in your head was also in your limbs and as soon as your fingers brushed the glass of water it was falling to the floor. You flinched in preparation for the loud crash, but it never came.

The next thing you know, arms were wrapped around your shoulders and a wet face pressed into the crook of your neck. “M’gann,” you croaked. 

“Sorry! I’m just so glad you’re okay, N/n. I really wish I had been there for you. I heard,” M’gann tensed and released you from her hold, “that Conner found you.” She handed you the cup of water she had saved from your concussion clumsiness and watched you as you gulped it down.

After drinking all of the water, you placed the cup down and tried to ignore your heart dropping in your stomach as information began to reclick in your brain. Conner and M’gann were no longer together. M’gann was not the same girl you both loved from years ago. 

A heavy feeling sunk into your gut and tears began to line your waterline, as nostalgia settled itself deeply in your bones. Of late movie-nights with half burnt cookies and pizza, and three bodies pressed together on a bed. Nights that would never happen ever again.

“Oh, Y/n, did Conner hurt you? I swear he better not have or I-” “No, he didn’t hurt me, I promise… I just… miss how things used to be,” you said.

M’gann’s expression softened and her hands immediately cupped your cheeks, her thumbs wiping at your tears. “None of us could have predicted this, Y/n. But this is our reality and we have to keep living in it. We can’t let the past blind us from the future.” She pressed her forehead against yours and your eyes instinctively closed, relaxing against her, pretending she understood you. Of course, Kaldur’s absence hurt you too, but he had slipped into a foggy area of your concussed mind. All you could currently think about was M’gann and Conner.

You let your right hand rest over hers, pressing your cheek further into her hold as your left hand went up to rest at the nape of her neck, gently twisting at her short locks. “You’re right.” You whispered. She was so close you felt your own breath come back at you, and you winced at breathing morning breath straight into her face.

But before you could apologize, La’gaan’s voice cuts through the moment like a knife stabbing through cupid’s pathetic little heart. “Wow. Up and ready to steal my girlfriend, are you, chum?”

Both of you drop your hands away from each other and a bitter smile pulls weakly at your lips. “Well I’m actually still in bed, but thank you so much for your support, Lagoon Boy.”

He scoffs at your words and steps into the room to wrap his arms around M’gann. “Are you done checking on them, babe? I’d love to have dinner with you.” He presses a kiss to her cheek, not breaking eye contact with you.

“La'gaan, Y/n is my friend and they have a concussion. Can’t you be a little more considerate?” M’gann pries his arms off of her, but turns to face him as she holds his hands instead.

He smirks. “Alright. Sorry you have a concussion, Y/n. Would you like to join us for dinner? Wouldn’t want to be mean to my girlfriend’s friend.”

M’gann grimaces, but nonetheless turns to you with soft eyes that beg you to come.

“Nope. Not at all. Thank you for coming, M'gann. You can take your dog out now.” You lay back down and close your eyes. A satisfied grin pulls at your lips as La’gaan curses and M’gann rushes out after wishing you a speedy recovery. You were usually the bigger person, so your current state gives you a pass.

You lay with your eyes closed for a good ten minutes before the nostalgia from before begins to seep in again. You take a deep breath in and exhale. Then another and another, until it’s not enough and you have no choice. The tears are already down your cheeks anyways. You try to take another deep breath but a choked out sob is the exhale. The crying makes the dull pain in your head stronger, but you sit up anyway. You don’t want to be alone.

Your sock clad feet touch the floor, and the cold seeps into them as a shiver wracks down your spine. You take one slow step and you hear footsteps rushing towards the room. 

Blue eyes lock onto yours disapprovingly, before you’re being gently forced back into the bed. “You’re supposed to limit your movement for two days, Y/n.”

“I know Conner, but I don’t want to be alone right now.” You wince at the pain that crying brings.

Conner is quick to pull pain relievers from the second shelf of the rolling cart and hand them to you after filling your cup with the pitcher of water that rested behind the cup. He waits for you to gulp the pills and water down, then takes the cup back from you to refill it.

“I’m going to fill the pitcher back up, but I’ll be right back.” Conner said. He sees the slight pout in the jut of your lip and he looks away. “I have to, Y/n. We have to keep you hydrated or you’re going to feel worse.”

He gives the back of your hand a gentle pat and picks the pitcher up to refill. Conner was right. He was right back in under two minutes and placed the full pitcher back on the cart. 

He takes a look at your dried tears and lets all the possibilities run through his head. “Did M’gann come in here?”

Conner’s voice is no longer as soft as it was before, and it causes your heart to jump and skip a beat. His eyes soften--no doubt hearing it--and he hesitantly grabs your hand. You spread your fingers and welcome his own to interlace with yours, and he happily takes the invitation.

“She did. So did La’gaan. After.” You squeeze his hand, sending him signals to relax, you’re not done speaking. “I was just thinking about the old days. I let them take over my emotions. I wish… I wished we could have one of those days again. Just one more time.”

Conner grabs a tissue from the second level of the cart and hands it to you.

“Damn, I don’t look for anything.” You chuckle. 

The corner of his lips lift up, but he remains silent.

“Do you… ever think about the old days?”

Conner closes his eyes and after a moment, he nods. “Yeah. There’s a lot of memories. A lot of moments I would want to rewind just to see if I missed the warning signs.”

You let out an appreciative hum at his words, and wonder if he, too, misses her. “And if you could go back in time; would you do it?”

Conner’s eyes bore deeply into yours, unblinking and as if searching for any piece of your soul that he does not yet know. “No.”

Raising an eyebrow at his response, you figure that’s as much as he’s going to tell you and you close your eyes.

 “I wouldn’t do anything different if it meant risking our relationship to each other.” Conner picks up a chair and sets it down by your bed. He sits on the edge, his elbows resting on his knees and his face closer to you than before. 

Your eyes snap open at his words and an uneasy heat rises to your face. The only response you can muster comes out in a whisper, “What?”

Conner sighs and runs a hand down his face. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

You can only blink in response.

‘Y/n.. you know how much you mean to me,” he raises his hand up to stop you from interrupting, “please, if I have to be the one to say it, at least let me finish.”

You close your mouth and reluctantly give him the ‘go ahead’.

“We’ve spent so much time dancing around the obvious attraction when it’s clear it was meant to be us all along. Me, you… and M’gann. But the switch in her and the break up--it drove me behind boundaries that were never set. M’gann’s change scared me into thinking I would lose you too. I can’t. I can’t lose you too.” Conner’s head hangs, his eyes on the floor beneath him.

There’s a moment of deafening silence, but his hand has not left the warmth of yours. Although Conner’s recent hesitations and insecurities have made a thin air of tension around you both, you can’t help the fact that everything he said was true for you too. Raising his hand in yours, you place a kiss to the back of it. A gentle and firm press that lets him know what’s going on in your head--a start.

Conner raises his head, and it's then that you notice the look in his eyes. Has he always looked at you that way?

His pupils are dilated, and everything from his body language to facial expressions is welcoming. He scoots closer to the bed and rests his forehead on your stomach. “Are you… do you want to give this a shot?”

“We’ve always danced along this line, it’s about time we gave in to the possibilities.” You bring your other hand to his head, running your fingers gently through his dark hair. “Because I agree with what you said… and I never put a word to it, but I feel so much for you, Conner.”

He smiles up at you, and his gaze is soft and his aura peaceful. You tug on his hand and begin scooting over on the bed. 

“What are you--” “Sleep with me?” you ask. His cheeks go red and he opens his mouth to speak but no words form properly as he gapes at you. “Come on, Con. You know what I meant.” You smile at him and let go of his hand to pat the space next to you.

He groans with a shake of his head, but lightly lays beside you. “Are you tired again?”

“Mmhm.” Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his eyes on you. 

Conner presses a light kiss to your temple and laces his fingers through yours again. “Alright, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Even if I sleep the whole day?”

Conner grunts. “I’ll try. Might need a bathroom break.”

Laughing, you ignore the slight vibration of pain, “It’s okay if you’re not. I appreciate you laying here while I fall asleep. After that, I want you to go about your day. Don’t be restricted to this bed just because I am, Conner. Besides, we’ll be around each other all the time right after--nothing new.”

“Alright. But you’ll call for me if you need me?”

“Like we always do, my love. Like we always do.” 

[kyberphilosopher]

Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck. 

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky. 

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same. 

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment. 

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position. 

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two. 

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close. 

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself. 

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you. 

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual. 

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him. 

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it. 

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes. 

“You promise?” Conner urges. 

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise. 

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for. 

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position. 

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed. 

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair. 

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear. 

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking. 

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing. 

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why not?” Conner questions. 

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast. 

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable. 

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it. 

You answer with a snort. 

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants. 

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left. 

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind  you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence. 

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time. 

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence. 

Say it. Say it. Say it. 

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it. 

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie. 

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever. 

[reverseboy]

⊹˚CONNER KENT SUPER BOY ◌‧₊˚·

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[tgwltw]

[headcanon] Conner Kent

Not to bother you but I'm wondering if you could write something with conner and batsis. Maybe the batfam founding out they're together

Requests aren’t actually open yet but I was in the mood to write about Superboy so this happened. There are mistakes here and there but hope you enjoy this!

The only reason the family out about your relationship with Conner is because you had a momentarily lapse in memory and had hugged Conner (out of pure relief) when he stepped out of the portal - he had been away from home due to a very long, undercover mission.

Conner, being the man that always has a hard time grasping his own emotions, also seem quite relieve to see you because after you hugged him, Conner definitely did not waste his time and kissed you right in front of your family!


“What the hell?” - Dick is probably the first to react. Mostly out of shock rather than anything else. He had been there when they rescued Conner from Cadmus and he is just trying to wrap his head around all of this.

After his initial shock, Dick would be a little weirded out because ‘Y/N, he’s my teammate??’ And then he would let out a few dramatic groans because he wonders just how long the two of you have been going out and how come he had been so blind and oblivious?

You probably point this out to him that sometimes at the cave, you sometimes rarely ever hide: “I literally always sleep on Conner?”

“MAYBE MY BRAIN JUST WANTED TO DENY MY BABY SISTER IS GROWING UP”


Jason guffaws because leave it to you to be dating the clone! He might even clap Conner on the back before throwing a lot of suggestive comments and innuendos toward you. Seeing you blushing like a tomato just makes things all the funnier to Jason!

“I don’t care if you are superman reincarnate, if you ever hurt Y/N, you are going to wish you never pursued her.” Jason knows his words probably won’t do much of a difference but it doesn’t mean that he won’t be keeping his eyes on Conner and you - even if he teases you non-stop about your relationship with Conner.

Tim, on the other hand, is probably happy because he is really close to you and Conner is his best friend! Also he probably already has an inkling that Conner and you are dating mostly because of that one time he was in Conner’s room and he sees a shirt. 

“Is that shirt new, Kon?” Tim points at the shirt and Conner flushes as he hides the shirt before nodding his head, giving him a gruff answer. Tim remembers the shirt from that time you dragged him around to help you to shop for a present for your ‘friend’

Damian probably tries to pick a fight with Conner because he might not see Conner as a good fit for you. That is until you have a sit-down with Damian and Damian gets to have a fight with Conner just to see if he is worthy enough for you. 

By chance, Conner wins because he wants you enough to try his hardest to beat Damian (there was only one rule to the fight: first one to draw without any weaponry wins)

“Just because you drew the first blood, does not mean I have to be happy about you being in a relationship with beloved sister!”

Bruce is alright with your relationship with Conner, surprisingly. He, unlike Tim, knew that the two of you are dating because there is something different about how Conner and you act whenever the two of you are around each other. 

There is always this air/aura of happiness/warmth whenever the two of you are together and ever since then, Bruce deduced that Conner and you are in a relationship.

[imaginethatalena]

#13: Batsis!Reader x Superboy

Prompt & Prompt credit to @unblockingwritersblock

Conner Kent hadn’t had the best experience with relationships. He had only ever loved one person, M’gann, who had betrayed his trust and recreated a trauma he had hoped to never go through again. He also never expected anyone to make him feel the way she did ever again, not until he met you. 

You were Batman’s prodigy and daughter, as talented at combat as your brother Dick and as smart as your other brother Tim. You hadn’t yet joined the Team, but that didn’t keep you from spending as much time as you could in Mount Justice. From the moment he met you he was enchanted by your beauty, kind heart, and your ability to kick his ass when you trained with the Team. He recognized what his feelings for you meant and wanted to act on them, but he didn’t know where to begin. 

Today the team was lounging around in Mount Justice, appreciating the free time they had before their next mission. You and the girls were busy making snacks in the kitchen, and much to Conner’s annoyance, Bart Allen kept flirting with you. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he said as he flitted by and grabbed a cookie off the tray you had just pulled out of the oven. “Bet you can’t guess who’s hotter than these cookies!” 

“You’re too young to be saying stuff like that,” you scolded him, but you smiled anyway. Conner knew that you only saw him as an adorable kid, but every time he sent a flirty comment your way it was a reminder of everything he couldn’t say to you, and it frustrated him more and more. 

“You look tense,” Dick commented as he came to stand next to him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m calm.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am nothing but calm all the time.”

“Not when it comes to Y/N. You’re fifteen seconds away from starting a fight at all times anymore.” He looked to Bart, who had just given you another compliment. “Frankly I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill him yet.”

“I would but I wouldn’t get very far,” Conner mumbled. He had done all he could when Impulse first showed up at Mount Justice. If the kid wasn’t so fast he would have grabbed him and thrown him back into his own time period long ago. 

“I know how you feel about my sister, Conner,” Dick said. “And you know I’m okay with it. All you have to do is go talk to her.”

“What would I even say?” Conner asked. 

“Honestly, all she would like you to do is say hi.”

Conner did a double take. “Wait, she wants me to talk to her?” 

Dick sighed. “You both are so clueless.” With that he walked away, leaving Conner wondering what he meant. Did Y/N feel the same way? Had she been waiting for him to make the first move this entire time?

He looked to where you stood next to Cassie and Barbara, entranced by your beautiful smile. When that smile turned to him, he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders was he walked over to you. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

[posiey]

Brother-In-Law

Prompt: bruce wayne's daughter!reader soulmate au between the reader and jon kent. like how do they meet? how do their parents react? how does damian and the rest of the batfam react? how does the reader and jon react to having met their soulmate? i just really like the idea of this ❤️❤️

A/N: Not how I originally wanted to write this. I had more conversation between Damian and Jon but I took it out which I kinda regret. But hey, I'm just getting back into writing so cut me some slack. Don't expect this to be good. Also I couldn't get in all the reactions without it getting all over the place sorry.

A world full of superheroes and villains, it wasn't surprising that there were more twists and wonders. One of the many being soulmates.  Everyone was born with their soulmate's name on their wrist. Over time it had become harder to find your soulmate. Some people continued to carry on hope, while others decided to ignore the name on their wrist and live and love as they chose. However, you didn't know how to feel about it especially at this moment.

"My names Jon, Jon Kent." Your heart dropped.

People don't meet their soulmates this young, it was rare. You didn't think you would be one of those cases. Now you knew why Damian was so adamant on you not meeting his friend. You thought it was because he felt like you would take away Jon from him and since he didn't do that well with making friends you decided not to question it. But now, it was starting to add up.

"Y/N Wayne," Jon's eyes widened, "Wait, you're my-"

"NO!" Damian bellowed as he saw you and Jon looking at each other in shock. He had tried so hard to prevent this moment. It was selfish, yes, but he wasn't prepared to see his sister and 'aquatint' together. He invited Jon over to play he wasn't planning for Y/N to be at the manor. Damian thought she would be staying with Jason for the weekend.

"What's wrong?" Dick peeked in the living room.

"Nothing," all three of you said simultaneously. Dicks' eyebrow quirked unbelievingly he knew you and Damian better than that.

"Someone better tell me what's going on," Dick said. "Did I miss something?" Another voice chimed in, Jason, "No," you quickly replied.

"You imbeciles, aren't you detectives? They're soulmates!" Damian said with fury in his eyes. "Did you never notice?!"

"Wait, what?" Dick's eyebrows scrunched up in thought.

"WHAT?" Jason screeched, his eyes looked between you and Jon. "We just find out can we get some pri-" you were cut off.

"Do you know what this fucking means?" Jason said in excitement. "What?" Dick asked still confused about this whole situation.

"Superman's son is my future brother-in-law," Jason grinned. "You're right!" Dick said excitedly.

"We shouldn't be celebrating don't you see the matter at hand?" Damian argued. You and Jon shared a look and snuck out of the living room away from your brothers bickering.

[avengerdragoness]

The Next Stepping Stone [Conner Kent x Reader][Damian Wayne x Ex-Reader]

A/n: Aight, so here’s a part 2 to Done! I was in the mood to write something with Conner so I made this an x Conner fic. It’s kinda Conner fluff but Damian Angst. Hope you guys like it!

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It had been a long time since you had walked out on Damian. There was so much pent up rage and emotion that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. Not that you particularly wanted too. Of course you loved Damian but your relationship wasn’t the strongest. The both of you were constantly at the other’s throats. You hadn’t realized this until moving to Metropolis.

You see, your mother had gotten a job offer and your family felt that moving could be the best option. Especially with how torn up you were about the break up. They thought starting somewhere new would be good for you. So, your mother accepted the offer and your father got a transfer. Once you moved and got settled, enrolling in school was the next step to your life and healing.

Being the new girl was hard, especially when still getting over Damian. He was your first love. Making friends was challenging, but there was this one kid in your class. He seemed to always wear a smile. Jon Kent was his name. Son of the rather well-known reporter duo Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He had seemed to taken a liking to you. Offered you help when you seemed to need it which lead to his becoming a really close friend of yours. A real sweetheart.

You already knew of the secret identities of Superman and a lot of the League due to being with Damian. So, you and Jon often talked about those type of things. What you hadn’t known was how he and Damian used to work together sometimes when they were younger. Though lost touch in the past couple years.

However, your perspective on relationships didn’t change until you met Conner Kent. You knew of Conner through Tim but had never met him personally. You knew of his fiery/short fuse, but also how he was actually very sweet and kind. It was a normal meeting, having been hanging out with Jon when you met. It was your average ‘this is my friend [F/n]’ scenario. Though after that first acquaintance you both kept running into each other randomly. There was no denying he’s handsome and kind, so, when he finally asked you out your response was a resounding ‘Yes!’

Which lead to your first date where you both hit it off and one thing lead to another then eventually into this two year relationship. Honestly people envied your and Conner’s spark. Your friends from Gotham also noticed how happy you both are together, and how you rarely had a spat. According to them as well, Damain wasn’t even aware of the relationship.

Though he’d find out soon, because you had earned a full ride to Gotham University. Honestly, you wanted to attend a school closer to Metropolis, Conner, and your family, but a full ride isn’t something to shy away from. Your mother and father took off work when it was time to move, and Conner drove to Gotham with you. How could you not bring your boyfriend with super  strength? He’s the best to help move!

Though what you didn’t realize was that Conner had told Tim of him helping you, therefore Damian knew you’re going to school in Gotham. Meaning you’d have to face him eventually, and he preferred sooner rather than later.

“Guys! Guess what Conner just told me!” Tim stated with a grin as he walked into the cave. “What is it?” Steph questioned, slightly tilting her head to the side in curiosity. “[F/n]’s going to college in Gotham. Maybe we’ll get to see them both while Conner is still here.” Tim smiled, not realizing Damian walking into the cave.

“[F/n]’s back in Gotham? Why?” He asked, the words shooting out of his mouth rapidly. “She got a full ride to Gotham U” Tim turned to look at him. “How come Conner came with her?” Dick was the next to speak up. “I don’t know. I guess they’ve became close friends.”

“CAN WE GO VISIT!?” Steph cheered excitedly, she really has missed you. The both of you were super close before everything happened. “Uh, she’s moving in her dorm it might not be the best time.”

“Maybe you’re right. Hey where’d Damian go?” Steph asked, seeing that the youngest Wayne was missing from where he once stood. “That’s probably not good.” Dick added, exchanging glances with the others in the room. “Follow him?” Jason offered up the suggestion everyone was thinking. “Follow him” they all nodded.

The minute Damian heard of where you are, he just had to see you. Ever since you left he didn’t feel the same. As he hurried toward the campus, he was trying to figure out what he was going to say to you. He was lost in his own thoughts the entire way. It didn’t take him long to find where your dorm was, he is the son of the greatest detective after all.

Coming upon the sight of you unloading an unfamiliar car, recognizing your mother with you. Witnessing as you went back into the building, a wide grin on your face. ‘She’s happy’ Damian thought while watching your movements. Now wondering if this was a good idea or not. Though, he couldn’t pull himself away. Seeing you, it, it healed something broke inside him. However it didn’t stay intact much longer.

Damian watched as Conner descended the concrete stairs leading up into the building. Remembering having heard Tim say something about how both of you had grown close, leaving him to wonder if Jon had introduced you. Though he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you yell, “CONNER!” The joy in your tone sounding the same as when you used to yell his name.

Watching as Conner turned around and caught you in an embrace after you had jumped at him. “Hey” he smiled down at you. “Hey yourself.” Getting on your tiptoes to tighten your hold on his neck and pull his forehead to yours. “Are you gonna survive without me Superboy?”

“I’m kinda bullet proof. Physically yes, but I will miss you [F/n].” You sighed at his words, “Is this a mistake? We’re going to be so far from each other, I don’t want to be far away from you.” He smiled before kissing your forehead, “No, this will be an amazing experience for you, it’s the next chapter of your life. Don’t worry I’ll visit and you’ll be coming back to Metropolis during breaks. Nothing will keep me from you, I love you.”

Those words made you grin and your heart flutter every time he said them. “Stay safe okay? And call me after missions.” He nodded with a grin. “I love you Conner Kent, remember that.”

“Wouldn’t forget it.” He beamed before connecting his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss. Both still wrapped in the other’s arms protectively.

Damian stood awestruck. His heart hurt when you said those words. Recalling when you used to tell him that you loved him. He felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder not too long after that. Whipping around to see Dick there, along with his brothers and sisters. “Damian” Dick started before he swatted Dick’s hand away.

“Tt, I’m fine. At least she’s happy.” Damian mumbled, glancing at you and Conner once more before headed away from the scene. Shoving his hands in his pockets, thinking about the night you left. The night he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

But... He was also happy? Happy to see you happy. No matter what he’ll always love you, but, at least Conner can bring you joy.

...In a way that he never could. 

[tgwltw]

can you do a supermom imagine where she makes a killer egg salad, that all the boys (conner, clark, and jon) obsess over, so they invite the batfamily over and she makes it for them and they're also in love with it, and some say its better than alfreds? please and thank you! love your writing btw!

As always, the ending is kinda so-so ™ for me but this was kinda fun to write! Thank you for sendingin your request and hope you enjoy~

“No, I’m being serious though.” Jon exclaims when Damian all butshrugs him off. “Ma makes the best egg salad ever!” Jon crosses his arms,starting to become very annoyed at the lack of expression Damian is giving him.Why is he even friends with this person anyways, he grumbles in his mind.

“If you are done talking, I have just finished texting fatherthat you have invited us to your house for dinner.” Damian slides his phoneback in to his pocket and looks at Jon smugly. “If it is so delicious,” Hetrails off when Jon’s older brother, Conner, appears by the school gate.

“Damian,” Conner greets him and Damian nods his head ingreeting. “Jon, Pa can’t pick you up cause of work so I’m here.” He tells hisyounger brother who simply nod his head. “Was I interrupting something?” Connerglances between Jon and Damian.

“I was just telling Jon that your family has invited us over todinner so 8 o’clock is fine right?” Damian looks at his watch. “Expect us atyour house by then, Jonathon. See you, Kent.” Damian then strolls off towardsthe limo that just pulled up – he needs to inform the rest of his family afterall.

“Did he just invite his entire family over for dinner?” Connerlooks at Jon skeptically. Jon groans and nods his head. “Alright, I think weshould head home and tell Ma.” Jon blanches, afraid that he might have causedtrouble for you.

Surprisingly when Jon and Conner arrived at home, you arealready in the kitchen, prepping food for dinner. “Ma, we’re home.” Connercalls out, stepping in to the kitchen, padding towards you to drop a kiss atopof your head. “Did Pa tell you?” Conner glances at the plates and glasses thatyou have taken out from the cupboards.

You chuckle before nodding your head. “Clark said Bruce told himthat they have been invited over for dinner because someone would not stoptelling little Damian about how great my egg salad is.” You said teasingly andJon lets out an apology. You turn to look at your youngest son who is lookingat you like a drenched puppy before you decided to give him a brief hug. “Don’tworry, Jon – dinner will be merrier with all of them here.”

Jon perks up at your assurance. “Can I help you then?” He asksexcitedly. “Can I wash the plates?” He looks at Conner and Conner nods hishead. “Conner can dry then!”

You smile at your little helpers before letting them do as theyplease. You gave them instructions to set the table once they have finisheddrying the plates and glasses. You set aside the egg salad in a few big bowlsonce it was done – you hoped it was enough, given how much your own familyliked to eat it. So you decide to do some other dishes, one of Clark’sfavourite and Conner’s favourite before working on some desserts – Jon’sfavourite.

Clark walks in to the house much later, bringing a fresh bouquetof flowers. He walks over to you, pressing a kiss on to your waiting lipsbefore handing the bouquet to you. “Hi, I missed you today.” He murmurs againstyour lips and you grin before kissing him one last time. “Do you need anyhelp?”

You shake your head. “Your boys were absolute angels today –helped me set up the table too. Conner made some freshly squeezed juices so youcan take your pick and go take a bath after that, Mr. Kent.” You pat yourhusband’s ass causing Clark to shy away from you, laughing merrily as he madehis way to the fridge. “Also, all the food is ready and we have an hour tospare before Bruce gets here.”

Clark nods his head, picking up the apple juice and pouringhimself a glass full. “That’s fine by me.” He nods his head and continues todrink the juice. “You can go ahead and get ready first – I’ll just finishwashing the dishes and don’t even tell me you are done because I heard youearlier.” Clark ushers you up the stairs and you give your husband one morekiss before you scurry off to the bedroom to find clothes for tonight.

Right before the clock strikes 8PM, the doorbell rang and youcan hear chattering outside of your house. You immediately answered the doorand is greeted with the entire Bat family. “Come in,” You welcome them, openingthe door wider. Bruce gives you a small smile before pressing a kiss to yourcheek.

“Thank you for accepting us on such short notice.” Bruce glancesat Damian who simply looks nonchalant about what his father is implying. “Ihope we didn’t cause too much trouble.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Silly Bruce. When have you ever?” Youusher all of them in and thank Dick when he handed you a basket of fruits.“That’s thoughtful of you.” Dick smiles at you. Out of everyone in the batfamily, you are probably the most comfortable with Dick, given the fact that heis always around the house and is also Conner’s friend too.

“Conner’s somewhere in the house – I’m sure you’ll be able tofind him.” You tell Dick who nods his head and rushes off to see his old friend.“Food will be served shortly so please just make yourself at home.”

Jon comes around to drag Damian around the house. Tim simplymade himself comfortable in front of your TV before he switches it on to watchsome random show. Jason took the chance to browse through your collection ofbooks, occasionally complimenting you for buying some of the books. “I couldn’teven get this one! It was sold out even before I got to the display section.”

“I have to admit; this is really good.” Dick praises you and yousmile at him. Cooking is really one of your passions to hear that even Dicklikes your food, it makes you feel happy. Dinner had gone really nicely.Everyone seemed like they were having fun, Clark and Bruce included. Not onlythat, everyone seemed to enjoy your food too.

Damian reluctantly nods his head. “I have to say that this isperhaps maybe even better than Pennyworth’s cucumber sandwiches.” He tells Jonand Jon laughs, knowing how much Damian actually likes eating the food that Pennyworthprepares for him even if he says otherwise.

“Maybe we should have you over in Gotham.” Bruce tells you. “Youcan open a diner or a café – I think with the food you make; you can reallymake it far in the business.” He proposes and you laugh before shaking yourhead.

“I’m fine right here.” You glance at Clark who simply smiles atyou. “Besides I love cooking food for family so if anyone of you want me tosend something over, just tell me and I’ll get it done.” You tell them, feelingvery elated. It really feels nice to know that your food is enough to bring joyto people.

“Then perhaps, Mrs. Kent, if it’s not too much of a problem foryou, can you add more portions to Jon’s lunchbox? He always ends up whiningabout how he finishes everything so quickly.” Damian takes the time to teasehis friend. Jon bursts out in a whiny protest as he shoves Damian’s shoulders.

“Of course – I’ll make sure to pack some for you too, Damian.”