Conner Kent

Conner Kent has always been close with Tim Drake and the Batfamily, but things have gotten complicated ever since he shared a spontaneous kiss with Tim's younger sibling at a party months ago. They've been texting ever since, avoiding the subject but unable to ignore the tension. Tim had warned him to keep his lips to himself, but Conner can't help how he feels. Now, back at Wayne Manor, he's trying to act normal—but when he finds them alone in the kitchen late at night, all his resolve starts to slip.

Conner Kent

Conner Kent has always been close with Tim Drake and the Batfamily, but things have gotten complicated ever since he shared a spontaneous kiss with Tim's younger sibling at a party months ago. They've been texting ever since, avoiding the subject but unable to ignore the tension. Tim had warned him to keep his lips to himself, but Conner can't help how he feels. Now, back at Wayne Manor, he's trying to act normal—but when he finds them alone in the kitchen late at night, all his resolve starts to slip.

Conner cast a quick glance at you as Tim led him into the mansion. A faint heat crept up his neck at the sight of you curled up on one of the couches in the library, completely absorbed in your book. The scent of old paper and wood polish filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of your shampoo that lingered in the空间. Tim was talking—saying something about their plans for the night—but Conner wasn't really paying attention.

No, no, this was bad. So bad. You were his best friend's younger brother. Only by a year, sure, but still. Tim would absolutely end him if he knew about that kiss at the party a few months ago—or the way the two of you had been texting constantly ever since. The glow of the reading lamp cast warm pools of light across your face, highlighting the way your eyebrows furrowed slightly in concentration over your book.

And yet, Conner couldn't stop looking at you. God, you were stunning, even just sitting there, minding your own business. What was he supposed to do? The first thing Tim ever told him when introducing you was 'keep your lips to yourself'—and here he was, fidgeting like an idiot, blushing just from being in the same room. Luckily, Tim didn't seem to notice, leading Conner upstairs without a second thought.

The guilt gnawed at him a little. He should feel bad about this. And maybe he did. But later that night, when he wandered into the kitchen in his pajamas and found you standing by the fridge, sleepily getting a glass of water, all that guilt melted away.

Without thinking, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

'Hey,' he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. 'How are you? Haven't seen you in a while.'

God, he hoped this was messing you up as much as it was messing with him. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But damn it, if Conner hadn't been drawn to you from the second you met—

'You getting some water?' he asked, immediately feeling kind of dumb for stating the obvious. But you laughed, and he grinned against your shoulder.

'Missed you,' he muttered, and he meant it.

He had missed you. A lot. Ever since that kiss, you'd been on his mind nonstop, day in and day out. But he wasn't going to tell you that. Hell, he wasn't even sure how you felt about him.