I Tried to Be Good...
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saoneI did. Really. I was concentraing my writing on my original
stuff, creating characters, writing backstories, researching, and then,
well...
Title: No Earthly Idea
Disclaimer: Not mine
Comments: This is the long awaited... uh, highly anticipated... um, finally written, yeah, that'll do, sequel/continuation/about-damn-time-ending to Not the Best Idea
“Robin, will you go out with me?”
Completely against his will, and years of training, Tim Drake felt his face twist into what he was sure was not a very pleasant expression. His fingers, which had been flying across one of Cyborg’s keyboards stilled. His entire body tensed. His brain, normally so nimble and quick, turned to a blank screen flashing the word “Guh” in bright neon letters. Of course, all this took only a second, and by the next tick of the clock The Batman’s protégé was back in all his repressed glory.
“Okay, Kon, you got me.” Tim could only hope there had been no cameras focused on his face. He could just imagine the new screensaver that would be making the rounds.
“Really?” Kon sounded way too excited, and Tim immediately felt himself go on high alert.
“Yeeees.”
“Cool! So, when? Where? You pick. Maybe a movie? Just nothing with subtitles, okay?”
Tim blinked slowly, clearly suffering from the effects of having to reboot his brain twice in less than two minutes. “Kon, the key to good joke is knowing when to stop. It doesn’t work if you overextend yourself.”
Kon frowned. “It’s not a joke. I’m serious. I want us to go out. And, just so we won’t waste any more time with the obtuseness you’ve got going on, yes, I mean on a date.”
With a sigh Tim accepted that the new security perimeters were going to have to wait. He quickly saved his work, and turned his chair around so he was facing his best friend and occasional pain in the neck. “A date?”
“A date.”
“A date. I see. Why?”
“Because.”
“Oh, good reason.”
Kon rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “I should have known that you would want to analyze this thing to death.”
“Yes, you should have. And, there is no thing. We have no thing.”
“Not yet.” Kon gave the smaller teen his best leer.
“Stop that.” Now it was Tim’s turn to sigh dramatically, except, with his mask, trying to convey his annoyance through rolling his eyes was moot. “We tried doing the whole dating thing before, remember. It was pretty much a disaster.”
“That wasn’t so much a date as… not a date.”
“You called it a date.”
“I figured doing that was the quickest way to get into your pants.”
“Nice. Is that what you’re trying to do with…” Tim gestured to the space between the two of them. “This?”
“No! Well,” Kon shrugged. “Yeah. Kinda. I mean, it’s not that I haven’t thought about it. A lot.”
“A lot?”
“Recently.”
Tim scratched his head. “I’m… You have?”
“’Fraid so.”
“I think I might have to freak out about that a little.”
“Go right ahead. I can wait.”
And Kon did wait, rather patiently, as the object of his affections took one, two, three, deep breaths. Tim was so cute when he was being Zen.
Finally, when Tim felt a bit less off kilter he spoke again. “Where is this coming from?”
Kon grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him up from the chair and away from the bank of computers. "Come on, this conversation needs to be done on the couch."
Tim moved reluctantly. "You're not going to try and jump me or anything, are you?"
"The thought hadn't crossed my mind." Kon tried his leer again. "'Till now."
"I said stop that. You look like you just farted."
"Oh, nice thing to interject into the middle of a conversation about our love life."
Tim yanked out of Kon's grasp and threw his hands into the air. "We have no love life! Unless, of course, by ‘love life’, you mean when you got pissed at me, dragged me into the stratosphere, kissed me for no discernable reason, stalked me in Gothem, and then that disastrous *thing* afterwards during which we shared a double cheese pizza and said barely three words to each other?"
"No, that was a couple of stupid, immature kids being, you know, stupid and immature."
"As opposed to now, how?"
"Now we're not *as* stupid and immature. In my case, I'm *really* not as stupid and immature. I mean, I didn't even like you back then."
"Gee thanks."
"Will you shut it?" Kon glared. "I *didn't* like you. Now, hell, Tim, you're like my best friend. Before it was all about the physical. That kiss we had. Now, it's..."
Tim waited.
"It's..."
Tim waited still.
"It's... it was a really good kiss."
Tim let a small smile form on his lips. "Yeah, it was."
"You... you're a really good kisser."
"I... thanks."
"Cassie's also a really good kisser."
"Do you ever actually think about what's going to come out of your mouth?"
Kon rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Seldom if ever." He grabbed Tim again and forcible maneuvered the other teen over to the sofa. "Sit."
"Why--"
"Sit."
“But--“
“SIT.”
Tim sat.
Kon started to pace. "This was way easier in my head." He took a deep breath. "You know Cassie and I have been fooling around some recently."
"Duh."
"Well, during my... time with her, I realized something."
"Wonder Woman can kick your ass?"
"Something else."
Tim registered the pained look on his friend's face and stayed silent.
Kon stared intently at Tim for a moment. He began to pace again. "I mean, Cass is an amazing girl. She's pretty, she's got a killer bod, and physically, we fit great. Really great. But, I don't care about her, not the way I should."
Tim stayed still in his seat, though every part of him wanted to just squirm with discomfort. "I hate to bring up an obvious stereotype, but, you are a sixteen year old guy, Kon. Maybe, um, you're not emotionally ready for, um, that level, of... commitment? Caring? Commitment?" Tim trailed off. Feelings? When the hell had he become the person to open up to about feelings?
"Dude, if I wanted psychoanalysis I'd be talking to Sigmund Allen. What I'm trying to tell you is I don't care about Cassie in that way, but I do care about you in that way."
"You care about me?"
"Yeah."
"In that way?"
"Oh, yeah."
Warning. This brain has been blown, again, and must shut down. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH.
Kon gingerly sat beside his friend. "Tim?"
GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH.
He gently placed a hand over one green colored glove. "Robbie?"
Tim blinked as he came back online. There was one word at the forefront of his mind. A word which came out before he could even process he was saying it. Afterwards he would just thank every deity he could think of that it wasn't Gash. "Why?"
The need to pace overwhelmed Kon again, and he started to rise, but Tim grabbed Kon’s hand and held fast. "Sit."
"But-"
"Sit."
“I--“
“SIT.”
Kon sat.
"You have to know you've kind of thrown me for a loop with all this." Almost unconsciously, Tim's thumb began making small circles over Kon's wrist. "You said that I'm your best friend, and you're mine. The relationship that we have now is a hundred percent better then what we had then, which means we have way more to lose."
Kon frowned. "Do you have to be so damn negative?"
"I'm being realistic."
"But you're doing it in a really negative way."
"Kon..." Tim shook his head. "You mentioned something about being more mature?"
"No, what I said was, I was less *immature*."
"Ah."
"There's a difference."
"Yes, I see."
Kon cocked his head and studied him. "Do you? Do you know why our relationship is better now?" With his free hand Kon reached up and touched Robin's mask. "I had never seen your eyes before, never seen your whole face. I don't think I had ever really seen you. You were just a guy, a really annoying, snotty, snobby, arrogant, anal retentive, know-it-all guy.”
“And, now I’m not?”
“No, you’re still annoying, snotty, snobby, anal retentive, and a know-it-all.”
“You forgot arrogant.”
“Sorry. Arrogant. But, you’re also, you know, Tim. I had never seen Tim. Do you have any idea where I’m going with this?”
Tim felt his heart thud a bit. “Um. Yeah.”
“So, now you get why I think we should give this a second shot?
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
“And?”
"And," Tim leaned in a bit, "I think this is where we kiss again."
Kon's face brightened. "Cool." He was about to say something else, something witty and pithy. He deserved it. He had been right, after all. But any and all thoughts of gloating flew from his mind as a pair of soft warm lips pressed against his mouth. And there was a tongue. And there was pressure, and wet, and Guh, Guh, Guh...
Tim pulled back, inordinately pleased at the dazed look on Kon's face. "We still got it."
"Guh."
"Oh yeah," Tim's grin was sharp and showed teeth. "This is gonna be fun."
Title: No Earthly Idea
Disclaimer: Not mine
Comments: This is the long awaited... uh, highly anticipated... um, finally written, yeah, that'll do, sequel/continuation/about-damn-time-ending to Not the Best Idea
“Robin, will you go out with me?”
Completely against his will, and years of training, Tim Drake felt his face twist into what he was sure was not a very pleasant expression. His fingers, which had been flying across one of Cyborg’s keyboards stilled. His entire body tensed. His brain, normally so nimble and quick, turned to a blank screen flashing the word “Guh” in bright neon letters. Of course, all this took only a second, and by the next tick of the clock The Batman’s protégé was back in all his repressed glory.
“Okay, Kon, you got me.” Tim could only hope there had been no cameras focused on his face. He could just imagine the new screensaver that would be making the rounds.
“Really?” Kon sounded way too excited, and Tim immediately felt himself go on high alert.
“Yeeees.”
“Cool! So, when? Where? You pick. Maybe a movie? Just nothing with subtitles, okay?”
Tim blinked slowly, clearly suffering from the effects of having to reboot his brain twice in less than two minutes. “Kon, the key to good joke is knowing when to stop. It doesn’t work if you overextend yourself.”
Kon frowned. “It’s not a joke. I’m serious. I want us to go out. And, just so we won’t waste any more time with the obtuseness you’ve got going on, yes, I mean on a date.”
With a sigh Tim accepted that the new security perimeters were going to have to wait. He quickly saved his work, and turned his chair around so he was facing his best friend and occasional pain in the neck. “A date?”
“A date.”
“A date. I see. Why?”
“Because.”
“Oh, good reason.”
Kon rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. “I should have known that you would want to analyze this thing to death.”
“Yes, you should have. And, there is no thing. We have no thing.”
“Not yet.” Kon gave the smaller teen his best leer.
“Stop that.” Now it was Tim’s turn to sigh dramatically, except, with his mask, trying to convey his annoyance through rolling his eyes was moot. “We tried doing the whole dating thing before, remember. It was pretty much a disaster.”
“That wasn’t so much a date as… not a date.”
“You called it a date.”
“I figured doing that was the quickest way to get into your pants.”
“Nice. Is that what you’re trying to do with…” Tim gestured to the space between the two of them. “This?”
“No! Well,” Kon shrugged. “Yeah. Kinda. I mean, it’s not that I haven’t thought about it. A lot.”
“A lot?”
“Recently.”
Tim scratched his head. “I’m… You have?”
“’Fraid so.”
“I think I might have to freak out about that a little.”
“Go right ahead. I can wait.”
And Kon did wait, rather patiently, as the object of his affections took one, two, three, deep breaths. Tim was so cute when he was being Zen.
Finally, when Tim felt a bit less off kilter he spoke again. “Where is this coming from?”
Kon grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him up from the chair and away from the bank of computers. "Come on, this conversation needs to be done on the couch."
Tim moved reluctantly. "You're not going to try and jump me or anything, are you?"
"The thought hadn't crossed my mind." Kon tried his leer again. "'Till now."
"I said stop that. You look like you just farted."
"Oh, nice thing to interject into the middle of a conversation about our love life."
Tim yanked out of Kon's grasp and threw his hands into the air. "We have no love life! Unless, of course, by ‘love life’, you mean when you got pissed at me, dragged me into the stratosphere, kissed me for no discernable reason, stalked me in Gothem, and then that disastrous *thing* afterwards during which we shared a double cheese pizza and said barely three words to each other?"
"No, that was a couple of stupid, immature kids being, you know, stupid and immature."
"As opposed to now, how?"
"Now we're not *as* stupid and immature. In my case, I'm *really* not as stupid and immature. I mean, I didn't even like you back then."
"Gee thanks."
"Will you shut it?" Kon glared. "I *didn't* like you. Now, hell, Tim, you're like my best friend. Before it was all about the physical. That kiss we had. Now, it's..."
Tim waited.
"It's..."
Tim waited still.
"It's... it was a really good kiss."
Tim let a small smile form on his lips. "Yeah, it was."
"You... you're a really good kisser."
"I... thanks."
"Cassie's also a really good kisser."
"Do you ever actually think about what's going to come out of your mouth?"
Kon rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Seldom if ever." He grabbed Tim again and forcible maneuvered the other teen over to the sofa. "Sit."
"Why--"
"Sit."
“But--“
“SIT.”
Tim sat.
Kon started to pace. "This was way easier in my head." He took a deep breath. "You know Cassie and I have been fooling around some recently."
"Duh."
"Well, during my... time with her, I realized something."
"Wonder Woman can kick your ass?"
"Something else."
Tim registered the pained look on his friend's face and stayed silent.
Kon stared intently at Tim for a moment. He began to pace again. "I mean, Cass is an amazing girl. She's pretty, she's got a killer bod, and physically, we fit great. Really great. But, I don't care about her, not the way I should."
Tim stayed still in his seat, though every part of him wanted to just squirm with discomfort. "I hate to bring up an obvious stereotype, but, you are a sixteen year old guy, Kon. Maybe, um, you're not emotionally ready for, um, that level, of... commitment? Caring? Commitment?" Tim trailed off. Feelings? When the hell had he become the person to open up to about feelings?
"Dude, if I wanted psychoanalysis I'd be talking to Sigmund Allen. What I'm trying to tell you is I don't care about Cassie in that way, but I do care about you in that way."
"You care about me?"
"Yeah."
"In that way?"
"Oh, yeah."
Warning. This brain has been blown, again, and must shut down. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH.
Kon gingerly sat beside his friend. "Tim?"
GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH. GUH.
He gently placed a hand over one green colored glove. "Robbie?"
Tim blinked as he came back online. There was one word at the forefront of his mind. A word which came out before he could even process he was saying it. Afterwards he would just thank every deity he could think of that it wasn't Gash. "Why?"
The need to pace overwhelmed Kon again, and he started to rise, but Tim grabbed Kon’s hand and held fast. "Sit."
"But-"
"Sit."
“I--“
“SIT.”
Kon sat.
"You have to know you've kind of thrown me for a loop with all this." Almost unconsciously, Tim's thumb began making small circles over Kon's wrist. "You said that I'm your best friend, and you're mine. The relationship that we have now is a hundred percent better then what we had then, which means we have way more to lose."
Kon frowned. "Do you have to be so damn negative?"
"I'm being realistic."
"But you're doing it in a really negative way."
"Kon..." Tim shook his head. "You mentioned something about being more mature?"
"No, what I said was, I was less *immature*."
"Ah."
"There's a difference."
"Yes, I see."
Kon cocked his head and studied him. "Do you? Do you know why our relationship is better now?" With his free hand Kon reached up and touched Robin's mask. "I had never seen your eyes before, never seen your whole face. I don't think I had ever really seen you. You were just a guy, a really annoying, snotty, snobby, arrogant, anal retentive, know-it-all guy.”
“And, now I’m not?”
“No, you’re still annoying, snotty, snobby, anal retentive, and a know-it-all.”
“You forgot arrogant.”
“Sorry. Arrogant. But, you’re also, you know, Tim. I had never seen Tim. Do you have any idea where I’m going with this?”
Tim felt his heart thud a bit. “Um. Yeah.”
“So, now you get why I think we should give this a second shot?
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
“And?”
"And," Tim leaned in a bit, "I think this is where we kiss again."
Kon's face brightened. "Cool." He was about to say something else, something witty and pithy. He deserved it. He had been right, after all. But any and all thoughts of gloating flew from his mind as a pair of soft warm lips pressed against his mouth. And there was a tongue. And there was pressure, and wet, and Guh, Guh, Guh...
Tim pulled back, inordinately pleased at the dazed look on Kon's face. "We still got it."
"Guh."
"Oh yeah," Tim's grin was sharp and showed teeth. "This is gonna be fun."
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