Why Worry Until Tomorrow

Rating: PG
Summary: Kon doesn't want to hold Tim's hand – or does he?

Kon did his utmost not to wilt under Tim's glare. Since Tim's glare had been borrowed from Batman, and then improved upon, Kon's utmost caved like the baby of a whiny little bitch of a look it was, and took off for parts unknown (not that Oracle couldn't find out if he/she/it wanted to, of course).

"Um…hi?" Kon said, and he swore to himself when the words came out in a squeak. He couldn't even argue that it had sounded 'high' or even 'anxious'; no, it was a squeak. A small, pathetic squeaky squeak, like a mouse before a really really big and really really hungry cat.

"You don't want to hold my hand," Tim said, and the complete and total lack of emotion was a dead – Don't think about that! Kon scolded himself in a panic – giveaway that he was way beyond pissed. "We've been dating for barely five weeks and already you want to break up?"

"What?!" Kon shrieked, and tried vainly to convince himself he hadn't sounded like a pre-teen girl. He failed miserably, of course, and buried his worries in some anxious wringing of his hands. "Who said anything about breaking up?"

Tim stared at Kon as if the label 'Congenital Idiot' had just appeared on his forehead and he utterly agreed with the labeling. "If you don't want to touch me, then you obviously don't want to be in a relationship with me," he said with exaggerated patience. "At least any kind of relationship I would be willing to be a part of."

"It's not that," Kon was quick to say, and breathed an inward and not-entirely silent sigh of relief when it came out in a normal tone of voice, even if it was a bit strained. "It's just, I might have…overcompensated?"

Tim raised one eyebrow. Not that Kon could actually see it; he'd just learned how to interpret the raising of Robin's mask on one side of Tim's face.

Kon's words rushed in where his foolish mind feared to tread, coughing up an explanation that maybe would get him maimed instead of killed. "I mean, we're trying to keep this to ourselves, and I'd already started with the whole 'Don't want to hold your hand' thing when I realized that maybe I shouldn't say that where everyone could there 'cause then they'd get a clue? A whole bunch of clues?"

"And we're keeping our relationship quiet why again, exactly?" Tim asked, glare not relenting one bit.

Kon was stumped. "Um…because you wanted to?"

Tim stared at him, then melted from his 'Kill, Kill, Hate, Hate, Murder, Maim and Mutilate' stance into something more resembling that of 'I will put you in traction for a year'. "No, I wanted to keep this from Batman," Tim seethed. "He's secretly or not-so-secretly sabotaged all of my relationships, and Nightwing's as well – not to mention his own – and I thought it would be a good idea if I just kept him away from any further romantic endeavors on my part. I never said anything about keeping this from our teammates; that was all you."

It had seemed a logical conclusion on his part, Kon was sure. Tim was always encouraging him to use his mind; it wasn't his fault he was still mentally writing his Tim-to-English dictionary. He had a feeling the endeavor was going to be a lifelong work in progress. "It was, like…I mean, if you didn't want Batman to know, then I thought maybe we shouldn't let anyone else find out, 'cause they might tell him? I mean, you know Bart can't keep a secret, like, almost ever?"

Tim blinked, once, deliberately, and then relaxed a bit. Not quite a bit, a fragment less than that; more like a smidgen. "You mean that not telling anyone we know is a reasonable extrapolation of not telling Batman so that he doesn't find out from someone else?"

Kon went over that a few times in his mind and decided that yeah, that was what he meant. "Yeah, that's what I meant, man. I'm not, like, trying to hide or anything…except, y'know, for how I am." But only because it's what he thought Tim had wanted. Truthfully, he didn't want the Big, Bad Bat coming down on him for dating his protégé either; he'd already dealt with that over his friendship with Batgirl, and Kon could do without ever having to face down the guy ever again.

Pissed expression melting into something closer to peeved, Tim huffed and crosses his arms over his chest. "You have a point. A good one. But I…I want people to know." The pouting, mulish twist to his mouth looked almost cute, and Kon had to stifle the smile that threatened to overtake his lips.

"So…you've changed your mind?" Kon ventured to guess. He hoped that was what had happened; he'd been on edge for an hour, worried that Tim would break up with his over this. To have nearly the opposite happen would be great, and a real load of his mind.

Tim rolled his eyes, sighed, and nodded.

"Okay." Kon shrugged with one shoulder, trying not to sag from relief. It was more than okay with him; he wanted people to know, too. Especially Bart and Cassie. Because they were his and Tim's friends, yeah, but also because Cassie had been acting like she wanted to pick up where they'd left off at the end of Young Justice, and he hadn't been able to come up with a way to turn her down without revealing his and Tim's relationship. A good way, one that wouldn't end up with her repeating Wonder Woman's across-the-bay punch.

"Okay?" Tim asked, looking a bit bemused. More than a bit, more like a few degrees less than a lot. "That's it?"

Kon blinked, then shrugged with both arms, before reaching out to pull Tim into a half-hug. "Sure, why not?"

"It just seems too…simple," Tim groused.

"Sometimes the simple things are the best," Kon said, repeating the prosaic advice his 'Uncle' Jonathan had given him when he'd complained about living civilian life. In truth, he still wasn't entirely sure about being Conner Kent, but not having people fawning all over him as Superboy everywhere he went was kinda nice.

Being able to go to the movies with Tim Drake and make out during the boring parts was more than a little cool, too.

"Maybe you're right," Tim agreed softly, petulance dissolving as Kon rubbed his back through the layers of his cape and tunic. He melted into Kon's embrace, head tucked under Kon's, the two of them wallowing in the relaxed state left behind as both of their tensions bled off.

"I know you're right for me," Kon said into Robin's product-spiked hair, feeling like a major cornball even as the words left his mouth. But the smile that tugged at the edges of Tim's lips made it worth it. Tim was worth everything; all the worry and anxieties and moments of embarrassment he had while saying mushy stuff didn't matter as long as it meant Tim was in his life. In his heart.

"You too," Tim said, and before Kon could even register that Tim was blushing, Tim was kissing him.

And then Kon couldn't think at all. Not that he wanted to; he wanted to make out with Tim.

That was something he'd never need to worry about.