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Summary: When it comes to undercover work, there was only one hard rule you had to follow and that was to never mix your personal life with the job. But then again, rules were made to be broken.
Author's Notes: I got a prompt that asked for a steamy Tim/Kon make-out session in a janitor's closet and I've always wanted to write a crossdressing!Tim fic, but didn't have an idea on how to go about it. That is, until I got this prompt. So like hitting two birds with one stone, I merged these two ideas together and it became another explosion of a story.
Enjoy!
Incognito
Part 1
"Tell me again. What exactly we are doing here at a brothel?" said Kon as he followed Tim behind another building. "Not that I'm complaining helping you out, Rob, but—"
Tim turned around, looking slightly annoyed when he'd already just explained this to Kon ten minutes ago.
"We're here, Kon, because the suspect I've been tracking all week is in there," he said, pointing at said brothel, where the sign The Devil's Den hung in flashing neon lights above the doorway. "It's just recon this time. I just need to gain intel for Batman and then we can high tail on out of here. I need you with me in case something… goes wrong, that's all."
"Dressed up like that?" said Kon, gesturing at Tim's entirety.
The Robin costume Kon was used to seeing was now gone, and in its place was a tight, strapless dress that stopped halfway to Tim's inner thigh, showing way too much leg—rather smooth, shapely legs, he thought for a moment—than Kon was comfortable with, and hugged every curve and shape of Tim's slim figure (from his firm hips to round ass), which did absolutely nothing to detain his imagination from wandering further.
"Yes, what of it?" said Tim, looking at himself with a shrug.
When Kon realized he'd been staring—again, he made it a point to look away. "Nothing," he mumbled, not sure why he was suddenly embarrassed. "Just not used to it, that's all. I mean, did you have to get a dress that practically shows your underwear? And what's with the wig, man?" He jutted his chin at Tim's flowing mane of wavy brown hair, which passed midway down his back. "You look like a goddamn mannequin, man, it's freaky."
Freaky… and helluva attractive, said the traitorous part of his brain, which Kon promptly proceeded to beat down with the other part of his brain that said he was digging himself a grave.
Tim rolled his eyes. "You're beginning to sound like my dad, Kon," he said as he took out a pair of binoculars from who knows where. Kon didn't want to find out. "Besides, I'm undercover. I gotta blend in."
Kon sighed. "Dude, you do realize your obsession for authenticity is scary sometimes, right?" he said.
Tim rolled his eyes again. "Just stay here," he said and handed Kon a communicator. "You'll be able to listen in and speak to me through that," Tim explained while Kon placed the device into his ear, clicking the button to activate it. "And this," he gave Kon a tiny computer which Kon could see was a video feed of exactly what Tim was seeing, "is so you can follow my movements. It should have a thermal option if the video gets cut off—not that you need it, of course."
Tim stood up and hoisted his purse (Tim wearing a purse was probably just as bizarre as seeing him in a dress and wig) onto his shoulder.
"Other than that, stay hidden," he ordered, adjusting the ends of his dress in a way that was entirely too distracting that Kon almost didn't hear the rest of his instructions, "I'll contact you if I need you. Got that, Kon?"
He was so not watching Tim hide a knife in the inner holster of his thigh and finding it incredibly hot. He was not.
"Gotcha," he grunted.
Tim turned to look at him and Kon did the same.
Despite his earlier misgivings, he couldn't help but trace over Tim's face, from the perfectly applied make-up (which Kon was willing to bet Tim had spent hours researching and practicing on the exact ways it was done), the red lip-stick that made Tim's pale skin stand out even more and then his eyes—a brilliant shade of blue that was the only thing of Tim's that completely belonged to him.
It was creepy… how easy Tim could pull off looking like a girl and he only needed a pretty dress and fake hair to do it. If Tim had been born a girl and didn't so happen to be his best friend, Kon knew he'd have gone after her in a heartbeat. Maybe even dated her.
And nothing was scarier than how sure he was about that.
"One last thing before I go," said Tim quietly, pressing a communicator similar to the one Kon received into his ear, where it was instantly hidden by the fallen strands of long hair, "Do not—and I repeat—do not, under any circumstances, come in after me."
"Tim—" Kon started but Tim cut him off.
"No matter what you hear or see, Kon, you have to swear you'll not try to intervene. I'll be fine. If I need your help, I'll ask for it. But I need you to stay where you are. Promise me, you'll do that."
Tim looked serious.
"We have to catch this guy and if our cover is blown…" he trailed off and Kon got the hint. He didn't like it, but if Tim told him to stay put, he'd stay put.
"Alright, I promise," he relented. Before Tim could leave, Kon grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him back, causing Tim to fall against him. "But you have to promise me something," he said as Tim stayed where he was, his hands against Kon's chest, feeling it pound beneath his palm as he listened. "Don't do anything stupid, Tim. Otherwise, I'm coming in after to you, cover or no cover. Got it?"
It was as much a promise as it was a warning.
Tim slowly pulled away, looking a little unsteady and strange; there was something cloudy and unfocused about his eyes, as if he was someplace faraway. And it could have just been the lighting or the make-up, but Kon could have sworn Tim's face was redder than normal.
"I'll be careful," Tim murmured, meeting Kon's eyes one more time with a little smile that spoke of a lot of things and yet revealed absolutely nothing. "I promise."
A/N: Part 2 will be posted soon. Thanks for reading~
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