Tim is bored out of his mind. He’s attending one of Bruce’s charity galas with nobody to

Tim is bored out of his mind. He’s attending one of Bruce’s charity galas with nobody to keep him company but some stuck up WE investors who don’t think a kid has any place in a multi-billion dollar company. Conner, his usual plus one, couldn’t make it on account of some giant robot terrorizing New York.Tim would rather be there with him, obviously, but Bruce is “running late” (if he bothers to show at all) and Dick isn’t even in the country, and they need at least one Wayne semi-present for the whole event. Damian isn’t an option. Not without Bruce or Dick around to keep him from stabbing any of the rich old ladies who try to pinch his cheeks. Tim can relate. Apparently Conner’s absence has convinced them that it’s okay to start trying to set him up with their granddaughters and nieces again. Tim’s only just managed to slip away from one of said ladies, stepping out onto one of the more secluded balconies for some much needed air. He checks his phone for what feels like the hundredth time in the past hour alone.It isn’t that Tim’s worried. No more than usual. He hates not being in on the action, but if anything were to go wrong, someone would contact him. He’s just bored and kind of lonely. It’s been a few days since he’s seen Conner, and Tim had kind of been looking forward to it. Stupid robots. These events always suck, but Tim had finally managed to get Conner in for a proper suit fitting and… yeah. Definitely the kind of encouragement needed to make suffering through the occasional fancy dress evening worth it.The phone in Tim’s hand buzzes and lights up, pulling him from his not quite safe-for-work train of thought. Speak of the devil.Hey boy wonder, u having fun without me?Very funny. Is everything taken care of over there?There’s a sudden gust of wind and Tim nearly stumbles, only to be steadied by a strong hand gripping his elbow. He turns and is unsurprised to see Conner floating by the edge of the balcony, elbows resting against the railing."Hey,” Conner grins, and Tim can’t help but smile back. Kon’s a bit of a mess, dirt smudged across his cheeks and hair sticking up all over the place. Tim reaches out to pat it back into place.“You shouldn’t be here,” he says, but he leans into the hand Conner brings up to cup his cheek anyway, because Tim’s a great big hypocrite.“To think I came all this way just to be rejected. Come on. One kiss for the road?”God, who’s the evil mastermind who taught Kon puppy eyes? Probably can’t blame that one on Luthor. Tim closes his eyes as Conner leans in, feels the warm press of lips against his. It only lasts a few seconds before they pull apart again and Tim sends Conner on his way.A few seconds, Tim learns the next morning, is more than enough time for a decent photographer to catch an incriminating photo of Timothy Drake-Wayne cheating on his long-term boyfriend Conner Kent. With Superboy. Bruce is going to be pissed. -- source link

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