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My Big Bat-Kryptonian Wedding

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“You will continue to train, of course,” Batman said to Kon. “Nightwing will work with you on emergency grappling techniques and Black Canary will go over your fights tonight-“ 

“Wait, hold up.” Kon held up a hand. “Why does Tim fail? It’s not even his test.”

“It’s okay, Kon,” Tim said. He finally let Kon go and stepped away to put some space between himself and his friend.

“No, I want to know!” Kon said.

“He put emotion before reason,” Batman said.

“He failed because he was worried about me? Isn’t that a plus?” Kon asked.

“I risked myself, and you didn’t need saving,” Tim said quietly. “You could have removed the collar yourself or Clark could have caught you.”

“But-,” Kon began.

“It is not open for discussion,” Batman said. “Kon-El, you are now free to patrol as Sunbird in Gotham.”

“Uh, thanks,” Kon said.

“Do you want a ride home?” Clark asked Batman.

“I don’t need-“ 

“I know you don’t need a ride. I’m offering one anyway,” Clark said. “We could talk.”

“Fine,” Batman said. “Red Robin, Sunbird, I want full written reports on tonight’s run. Tell me how you would improve your performance.” He let Clark wrap his arm around his waist and the two men flew up into the air.

Kon stretched out his hearing to listen in.

“I’m sorry,” Clark said.

“Really,” Bruce replied dryly. “You don’t find my methods ‘sadistic’ anymore?”

Clark paused for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, and finally said, “Your kids are so competent, I rarely think about how they became that way. But seeing Kon, powerless and so very vulnerable, made me realize how you must feel every day. I can’t blame you for wanting him to be ready.”

“Lack of superhuman abilities doesn’t make him powerless,” Bruce said.

“I know,” Clark said. “And that’s another thing you’re teaching him. He’s lucky to have you. We both are.”

Kon heard them kiss, clapped his hands over his ears and yanked his hearing back quickly. Nightwing and Red Robin were both looking at him.

“Did they make up?” Tim asked.

Kon looked up into the sky, where Batman and Superman embraced each other, silhouetted against a nearly-full moon. 

“See? I knew they couldn’t stay mad for long,” Dick grinned. “Kon, you did a great job tonight. We’ll train on jumplines some more. If you’re going to keep your meta abilities under wraps in Gotham, you’re going to need to learn how to recover from a fall without flying. And Tim,” he turned to his brother. “Good work.”

Tim shook his head. “I screwed up.”

“You made a risky call and you pulled it off,” Dick said. He clapped Tim on the shoulder. “I’m calling it a win.”

Tim gave Nightwing a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Better rest up tonight,” Dick said. “Tomorrow’s the big day.” He fired off his jumpline and swung out into the night.

“Do you want a ride home?” Kon asked Tim.

Tim shook his head. “I’ve got to retrieve my bike. See you in the morning.” He took off as well, leaving Kon alone on the rooftop.

* * *

The next morning was a flurry of fancy clothes, coffee, pastries and Alfred herding the entire family to get them to the church on time. A fleet of cars showed up and in the chaos, Kon didn’t realize which car Alfred was waving him into until the door closed and Kon and Tim found themselves alone in the limo’s backseat.

“Hi,” Kon said.

“Hey,” Tim replied.

They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, until finally, Tim cleared his throat. “Kon,” he said, the words spilling out quickly, as if he’d rehearsed them. “You’re my best friend and I’d be honored to have you as a brother.”

“But what you said-“

Tim shook his head. “It didn’t mean anything. You know, I was an only child, growing up. Kind of wild how I’ve got this huge family now. But I’m so glad you’re a part of it.”

“You’ve always been like family to me,” Kon said. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“So we’re cool?” Tim asked.

“Completely, totally cool,” Kon said. “Bro.”

Something flashed across Tim’s face, but it was gone before Kon could identify it. Tim pulled his face into a smile. “Cool… bro.” he said.

They arrived at the church and Tim got out of the limo first. Kon scooted to the edge of the seat and as he watched Tim walk up the steps, Kon noticed Tim's ass looked really nice in a tuxedo. Too bad he always had it covered with that damn cape of his. Though maybe Kon needed to stop thinking this kind of thing if he and Tim were going to be broth-- oh. OH. That's what Tim meant.

He ran after Tim and caught up with him just outside the Wayne pre-nuptial gathering area. "Hey!" he said. "Hey! Tim! I changed my mind! I don't want to be your brother!"

Tim spun around. “What? Why not?”

Kon grinned. He put his hands on Tim's waist and pulled the other boy close to him. Tim didn't resist and his expression softened. "I mean, we don't have to be related just 'cause Clark and Bruce are getting married, right?" And then he kissed Tim.

Tim's lips parted under his and Tim's body pressed against his, warm and tight. And then Tim pulled away. "You," he said, "are a dumbass."

"I know!" Kon said, still grinning. "But I figured it out!"

"Dumb. Ass," Tim repeated. He touched his forehead to Kon's. "I thought I'd ruined everything with us."

"Well," Kon said. He kissed Tim again. "You could have just, y'know, told me how you felt. You didn't have to be all freaking mysterious and batty about it."

"I didn't know how you felt," Tim protested. "I didn't want things to be weird."

"Things are always weird with you," Kon said. "Freaking weirdo secretive Bat." He kissed Tim again, his arms around Tim’s waist, feeling supple muscles flex under the crisp tuxedo shirt. Kon slipped his thigh between Tim’s legs -

A shadow dropped over them. Windows on three walls and a freaking skylight and he still managed to cast a threatening shadow. And how the hell did he give his shadow bat ears when he wasn’t even wearing a cowl? "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Bruce asked.

“Um. Yes,” Kon said. He untangled his limbs from Tim’s. “We can continue this conversation later, right?” he asked Tim.

Tim’s cheeks were bright pink. “Absolutely.”

“Legally, you’ll be first cousins, once removed, by marriage,” Bruce said. He didn’t smile, but Kon thought he heard amusement in Bruce’s voice. “Not brothers.”

Tim flushed deeper. “It wasn’t the law I was worried about.”

“Nevertheless,” Bruce said. “We can discuss your intentions toward each other at a later date.” He gave Kon a meaningful look and Kon suspected he had a Bat-interrogation ahead of him. “Kon, you’d better get to the Kent staging area.”

Kon nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said, and fled.

* * *

The ceremony went off without any major incidents, possibly helped by the Justice League members who kept watch on the outside of the church to prevent unwanted intrusions. 

Kon stood with the Kent attendants and kept sneaking looks over at Tim, who was standing with the Wayne attendants. Tim had a silly little smile on his face that he kept trying to hide.

Bruce and Clark joined hands at the front of the church, both wearing designer tuxedos and looking incredibly handsome. During the procession, Bruce had smiled and winked at the guests, but now he had eyes for no one but Clark. Clark hadn’t looked at anyone but Bruce since they entered the church.

Kon wasn’t one to get all weepy at weddings, but he did feel his eyes prickle a bit when Clark read a passage from The Velveteen Rabbit. The grooms swore to love each other until death did they part. When they kissed, it was as if the world had gone away and Clark and Bruce could only see each other. Kon looked away at that point. It was too private a moment to watch. He saw Tim watching him and grinned. Dick looked at both of them speculatively and then smiled.

In the reception hall, blue and white flowers adorned each table. A string quartet played at one end of the room and at the other, a table was piled high with gifts. Kon hoped Clark would tell him what was in the odd-shaped box that Lois and Babs had sent.

Tim and Kon were seated next to each other and Kon was just going to pretend he hadn’t seen Dick swap the namecards. Across the table, Cass whispered in Steph’s ear and then both of them gave Tim and Kon a thumbs up, grinning. Tim blushed and stared at his plate. Kon reached under the table and found Tim’s hand. He wove their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

Damian stared at them. “Why are you two acting so weird?”

Cass leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Drake?! And the cl-, er, Kent?” Damian gave Tim and Kon disappointed looks. “I thought both of you would have had better taste.”

Dick slung an arm around Damian’s shoulder. “Be nice, little D. One day you may fall for someone.”

Damian snorted. “I’d never do something so foolish.”

The string quartet struck up a waltz and Clark and Bruce took to the dance floor for the first dance. The reception hall fell silent as everyone watched the two of them, center of attention and center of each others’ worlds. 

Then the music shifted and other couples joined the grooms. 

Tim squeezed Kon’s hand. “Dance with me?” he asked. 

“Anything you like,” Kon said. Tim lead him out to the dance floor and held him close and the rest of the world faded away.

* * *

“… the young misters Drake-Wayne and Kent only had eyes for each other and spent the night dancing cheek-to-cheek. Can another Wayne-Kent wedding be in the cards?” Tim read at breakfast the next morning. 

“Oh, my god,” Kon said. He snatched the newspaper from Tim. “Marriage?!” he asked, eyes wide and horrified. “I’m not- we’re not-“ He looked at Tim. “Not that I’m saying never, it’s just- we just-“

Tim laughed and pulled Kon in for a light kiss. “I’m not ready to think about that stuff either,” he assured Kon. “How about we date for four or five years and see how it goes?”

Kon relaxed and picked up one of Alfred’s fresh-baked cranberry muffins. “Man. It is so weird to have Conner Kent be in the gossip pages.”

“Welcome to the family,” Tim said dryly. “Speaking of, do you want to compare notes on your trial run? I want to get my report in to Bruce before the end of the day.”

“He’s on his honeymoon!” Kon protested. “You think he’s going to be reading reports?”

Tim just raised an eyebrow.

“Right. Batman.” Kon sighed. “You people are freaky.”

We people are freaky, Sunbird,” Tim corrected with a grin.

“I think I’ll be Superboy today,” Kon said. “That guy is awesome. Want to head to Titans Tower after breakfast?”

In answer, Tim pulled Kon down for another kiss; a long, slow kiss. When they broke apart, Tim said in a low voice, “Maybe after lunch.”

“After lunch,” Kon agreed, when he’d caught his breath. When they headed back upstairs, Kon brought the muffin basket with him. Perhaps they wouldn’t make it to the Tower until after dinner.

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