What if Tim and Kon’s first interaction was a little more different. Cue in touch deprived Kon.
Superboy spots Robin from a distance, and is immediately interested. He lifts Tim up excitedly, and smiles at whatever reaction Tim makes. After struggling a bit, Tim basically realises the meta isn’t trying anything, but is just interested in him. Tim eventually smiles back, and Kon changes his position to hold Tim bridal style.
“Hey there.” The clone says, tilting his head at Tim.
Tim smiles again, and also tilts his head. “Hello, Superboy.”
They end up going to wherever they need to be going, and they finish their job. After that, Superboy is by Tim’s side immediately, just trailing along. It’s like he wants something. Tim waits but he doesn’t get an answer, and he soon figures out that Superboy is too shy to ask whatever he wants. Robin smiles at Superboy, which earns him a light blush.
“What’s up, Superboy?” He asks.
Superboy doesn’t deem him with a response and instead just holds out his hand. Tim, puzzled, reaches out for the hand. They end up holding hands and the clone seems to be very content with whatever they’re doing. He ends up examining Robin’s hand, with the glove on by the way, and feels it.
“Why do you wear gloves?” Superboy asks eventually.
“To preserve my identity, and to make everything a lot easier with crime fighting.” Tim responds.
Superboy nods along. He does it for a couple more minutes until he hesitantly retreats his hand.
“Can you.. hug me?” The guy asks eventually, and Tim doesn’t question it. He hugs the meta immediately and feels Superboy melt into the embrace.
After that first meeting, Tim comes to the conclusion that the new kryptonian is touch-deprived.
Since then, Superboy shows up randomly, finding Tim wherever he was, whenever. Tim finds it a bit creepy, but accepts it. He only shows up to ask for a hug or a pet on the head, anyway. Soon they get closer, and they talk, becoming eventually friends. The two of them are more touchy than usual friends, that’s only because Kon is touched starved. Whenever Superboy finds Tim, he leads them somewhere nice and quiet, like a rooftop, and wraps his arms around the vigilante. They always stay where they are for at least twenty minutes. 
“I got a name, by the way. Superman named me. Kon-El.”
Tim smiles. “Kon is a great name for you.”
Kon blushes.
The rest is history!! Can we tell I love touch starved Kon.
(story pliant to whatever fandom/identity you wanna attach to this, generally for those who fantasise about a gently forceful caretaker)
Once your parent found out about your true identity they couldn't accept living with you because of their conservative ideals and kicked you out, a sadly common occurrence.
While walking to find a place you could rest outside hidden from the rain you stumbled upon an odd isolated home, and get greeted at the door without having knocked by a much older lady who greets you with a friendly soft smile.
She attentively asks you about your situation and you while looking down explain sadly your turn of events.
"Oh no no no, that simply won't do. How wrong. For simply existing. How could a parent ever?!" Cleared her throat "your welcome to stay with me for a while if you wish."
You hesitated but it was hard to say no to.
You were led inside. When she took off your coat for you and offered you biscuits and hot tea you were a bit dazed at the speed of kindness, though her insistence beat your hesitancy to accept and it wasn't even close.
"Seeing your state I insist you take a bath to warm up. Il give you a new pair of clothes after. The bath should be ready in the bathroom."
You enter, getting distracted from your thoughts about how the tub is already full and ready somehow by the items placed along the tub to be used, pink bubbles, you've not used something so.. non-functonal and simply for fun in a while and decide it'd be rude not to given she left it clearly for you to use.
Its quite warm and relaxing, warming up your body while loosening muscles. Alone in the room you might or might not have also played with some bubbles, but who's to say.
you see the clothes left out for: a nice simple casual dress, something more expressive than your used to, and so.. pretty. You also do notice it's of simular style to the clothes the lady was wearing even if slightly different. Eventually you put it on and walk up, and before you can gather your thoughts much more your nose drifts you towards the kitchen where she is already in the middle of cooking a meal.
You asked her and she did with a smile and chuckle confirm she was cooking for you.
"Oh how silly, who else my dearest? Sit will you? It will be ready in a moment. I hope you like this stew."
You attempted to say you'd be fine and she wasn't obliged to care for you, which was the first thing to remove the smile off of her face.
"Sit. And wait, like a good little one."
You did.
..
You hesitantly ate and it tasted great. You'd already forgotten any uneasy at the clothes you were wearing and hadn't thought once yet about the fact you didn't know her name and yet you felt as if she knew you all too well. At your yawn you were picked up before you could process it, after the seconds it took to realise and the your soft protests she simply chuckles and said.
"You've been so good little thing. But now it's time to rest. Your body agrees with me you know~"
You..couldn't find the strength to resist being carried like a doll or object to her bed- her bed? Soon you were wrapped around her arms, held close as if you 2 were close. Your body had long since betrayed you and you couldn't help but relax into her and do nothing but be still and boneless only letting out quiet sounds of enjoyment as your eye lids grew heavier with every stroke of your hair by her and the heavenly feeling on your scalp. Before you knew it you were out like a light wrapped around her, despite usually not falling asleep so fast. You haven't even had time yet to process all that's happened today, but you truly found no will inside yourself to bother to, it felt so nice..
..
when you woke up, you felt the slight tug on your hair. You looked back with hazy eyes to see her skillfully brushing your hair gently. You couldn't explain why it took you so much longer to wake up than usual this time, it felt a spell, and it wasn't one you could or wanted to break.
..
"god your so cute and pretty. And so docile, such a good [girl/boy/little thing]. I can't wait to wake up with you by my side every morning. Now, let's wake up my dearest little thing."
Her words made you fumble briefly. You eventually managed to get up and working. She insisted on giving you some medicine you didn't know of, and then got you to do some simple chores for her of cleaning and tidying up, which you did without issue, used to being asked to do far more. The only thing shocking was the soft high praise she sang for you over these tasks, 'such a good thing, so helpful and nice'. You 2 ate breakfast and you began to question things less than before.
You felt..calm. safer. She might of been confusing might.. she was also quite predictable and comforting. You couldn't help but constantly be more relaxed than you were uses to, and began to be more eager to help her with whatever small tasks were asked of you, that she when she wasn't pampering you with head stratches and soft praises in your ear that made you feel fuzzy and hazy/dazed while enveloping you. She was so gentle you never felt obligated to act in any kind of way when she touched you. She was so open with it all as if its normal to casually as your walking by ruffle someone's hair 'simply for fun', and hug on whims, it was new but.. it was a wonderful kind of new.
(Hope you enjoyed :D. Thoughts on this style/topic of writing from me?"
