Little by little, the days slowly slipped by. Tim had successfully challenged many of his college courses and now had more time to spend with his family and support them, freeing up Conner to commit full-time to his studies. Though is wasn't as the proceeds of his stock as controlling partner of Drake Pharmaceuticals left him penniless. Anything but. Kon hadn't told Tim, but he had changed his major to study genetics. He had his reasons. He was a product of genetic manipulation; the amalgam of Superman and someone else's DNA. Also, once his x-ray vision had been opened within him, he felt that some medical knowledge would benefit the Team. He thought that if they cooperated with their powers M'Gann could take away an injured person's pain and he could look within a body and treat an injury. He wanted to be the Team's version of a Combat Medic, like in the Army. He was originally meant as a weapon, but had a will of his own. He'd chosen to help people with his power… and he meant to do it further. But what he really wanted out of life was to be a husband and a father. The tall half-Kryptonian young man paced the living room of their loft with a small metal object in his hand that he kept staring at with hope.

He'd planned on making his proposal to Robin weeks, even months, ago. Missions and life had intervened to postpone that. But he had wanted the moment to be special. After asking Wally and Dick to take Bart for a weekend, the Suicide Slum mission came on. That mission had taken an emotional toll on the little family. Bart himself along with Jamie had shown such extreme courage in being bait for the blackmail cartel that Superboy was humbled by it, and yet he still stood in fear of his next mission. He had only to make his proposal to Robin. Robin had his father's blessing as Bruce Wayne had given his consent, but Superboy was achingly alone in the lack of a father's approval.

Making a spontaneous decision early in the pre-dawn morning, Kon pulls a blank sheet of paper from his desk drawer and pens a note in his precise but messy handwriting. Walking back to the bedroom, where Tim lightly snores deep in sleep, he kisses him and watches the young hero smile back. He then walks to the back of the hallway of their home to Bart's room where he looks in on the boy and kisses him on the forehead and tucks the covers around him. The heroic little speedster smiles and mumbles in his sleep as he draws himself into a little ball in response to Kon's touch. His decision made and his "goodbyes" said, Superboy heads toward the front door, to be stopped dead in his tracks by a snow white enormous wolf. With a lupine smile and quiet whine, Wolf settles to the floor in front of the door and looks up at Conner.

"You can't come with me this time, Wolf. I need you to stay and look after Tim and Bart. Can you do that for me?" And with a plaintive "wuff" the giant wolf gives his grudging consent.

"Goodbye pup. I'll be back."

Walking across a glacier surface, Conner made his way to Superman's Fortress of Solitude, as he called it. He could have flown right to the front door… but the journey was as important as the destination, and he wanted time to think. Just as his hand reached to knock on the front portal, it opened and a warm and calm entry opened.

"Kal! I need to talk." Superboy asked to the empty room.

"I'm here for you anytime you need me." Superman said as he entered the room from beyond. "What brings you here?"

"I need something from you… something only you can give. It's hard for me to ask, because we've not always been close, but you're the closest thing I have to a father and I wanted to tell you and get your 'blessing.'"

"And what is that, Kon-El?"

Superboy is suddenly struck by being called by his Kryptonian name by Superman… something he doesn't recall if he has done. He pulls a small and simple metal ring from his pocket and says: "I'm going to ask Robin to marry me."

Like Batman, Superman has never allowed himself to think of love, marriage, or a family. In fact, even less so. Batman at least had his adopted sons. If anything, he was almost a monk in that regard. Awed by the enormity of what he had just been told, and that Superboy trusted him enough to tell him, Superman almost fell to the floor. As it was, he put a hand to the wall to steady himself.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You do know that it's likely you can love no other now, don't you?"

"It's all I ever wanted, Kal." Superboy answers, his love for Robin giving him strength. "I want a family with him and to make my life with him for as long as life lasts."

"A family is probably not possible, obviously, but you have my blessing… son." And Superman takes Superboy's hand and pulls him to him and places a kiss on his cheek.

Conner had never known the pain of having had a father and lost him as Robin had. But he'd also never known the love of a father at all until now. Superman had just called him son. He wasn't prone to tears, but an emotional weight was lifted off his strong shoulders. He allowed himself to relax and be vulnerable as The Man of Steel wrapped his arms around him in an embrace.

"I know I swore I would never come back here, but I think I was as hasty as you were reticent."

"True on both our parts." Superman humbly states. "If you will have me, I would be honored to stand at your side at your wedding, and at any other time."

"That's assuming he says yes, Kal."

"I think you misunderstand Robin. I believe he's been waiting for you to do this."

The two Kryptonians then find a seat and spend some time talking, as father and son. Conner reveals all his hopes and dreams to Superman, what he wants from life and love and his happiness at how much he has already gained with his love and passion for Robin and his pride and delight at Impulse, who fills the role of either son or little brother.

Hours later, Conner is back walking his way across the tundra as he makes a call on his phone.

"Hey Dick?... Yeah, everything's fine. How are you doing?… You think you and Wally can take Bart next weekend? I know it's an imposition with your work schedule and Wally's studies… Yeah… THAT. Thanks a lot guy. I really owe you one. Give Wally a hug for me, okay?... Talk to you soon."

With his decision made and timetable set, Conner leaps into the sky feeling lighter than ever.

With the dawn's rays caressing the youthful face and giving his smooth black hair a slightly bluish hue in its raven darkness, the lad rolls over to wrap his arm around his boyfriend… and feels only an empty bed. Tim sat up and stretched and rolled out of the bed he shared with his Kryptonian clone lover. Stretching again, every muscle stood out in definition on the form of the thin and lithe body of Gotham's, and now Metropolis', young protector. His smooth milky flesh was only marred by the multiple scars that told the story of his nighttime profession. Conner loved every one of those scars. They spoke of courage and dedication, though now he had learned to hate the addition of a new scar for he felt it a failure to protect him from any new ones..

Not bothering to dress, he was in his own home after all, he stepped barefoot to the kitchen to find that the timer on the coffeepot had done its job precisely. Inhaling the aroma of the Swedish coffee that he and Kon preferred he pours himself a cup and languidly adjusts the small black briefs that were his only compromise to his nakedness. He'd only worn the small bikini style briefs for as long as he could remember, but now as his personal concession to his love for Conner, they sported a small "S-shield" logo over the left hip… right at the place Kon called "his spot." Taking a sip of the hot dark brew, Tim sees a note left by the coffeemaker, where he was sure to find it. Thinking Kon would be asleep in his recliner, or at his desk, Tim was surprised to read:

"My Beloved Timmy,

Sorry I wasn't home when you woke up. I miss you already. But you can catch up to me. Meet me tomorrow evening at:

2259 Kalakaua Avenue

Honolulu

I love you so very much.

Tim gulps at his coffee, scalding his mouth slightly, excitement gripping him. He sets his cup down and picks up the kitchen phone and taps out a long-memorized number.

"Wally?... Yes, I know what time it is, sorry. Is Dick with you too?... Yeah I know, but it's almost 9:00. I need a favor. What do you mean 'blowing up your phone?' I just woke up myself… Oh… Well, you guys think you can put up with Bart for the weekend? Please?... Thanks Wally, you really are a good friend. Give Dick a hug for me, will you? … Bye Walls!"

Robin hangs the phone up and mentally assesses what he needs to do between now and tomorrow. Walking down the hall to Bart's room he quietly twists the knob and opens the door, assuming that the young speedster would still be asleep… he wasn't.

"Oh god!" Bart shrieks in a panic as he pulls the covers up over himself. Apparently he had been taking Tim's advice… and doing so with vigorous abandon. Feeling completely scandalized, Tim quickly shuts the door. It's not that he hadn't seen Bart without his clothes on before, be he hadn't seen him without his clothes on doing THAT. He could have gone his whole life without seeing it, and was suddenly very self-conscious of his own near-nakedness. But at least he had solved the mystery of where the batteries to the TV remote had gone.

A short time later, Bart enters the kitchen freshly showered and dressed, as is Tim. His face almost matches his hair as he avoids making eye contact with his slightly older friend and mentor. Tim barely avoids laughing at the kid's embarrassment.

"Don't tell Kon, okay?" Bart quietly asks his shoes.

"Come here, kiddo." Tim says softly. "There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. I won't tell Kon, but you shouldn't be worried about it either. It's something we all do. You're just embarrassed because you were caught in the act. Besides, it's not like I didn't give you that little piece of advice and it will make things easier if you decide to take that next step with Jamie."

"I just want it to be okay when Jamie and I…"

"Bart? Are you going to keep talking to your shoes or do you want to talk to me?"

"Sorry Tim."

"Look up and be strong, Bart. You should not feel ashamed of yourself. You're smart, kind, loving, have a big heart, and you're a heart-breaking cutie. I'm proud of you and so is Kon, so please don't be so down on yourself. Jamie's a lucky guy to have someone like you."

"Where is Kon, now that you mention him?" Bart asks.

"That's why I came to get you in the first place. He had to leave and I thought you might like to finally go spend the weekend with Dick and Wally like we keep planning."

Bart's heart speeds up at the idea. Not that getting to spend the weekend with Kid Flash and Nightwing is a terrible thing, that's awesome by itself, but he knows why. Conner is finally going to pop the question. Bart himself has another plan. Dick and Wally like to go dancing on most Saturdays. Maybe…

Robin B-20… Impulse B-23 The computer announces as the lean and handsome young hero enters Mount Justice with an auburn-haired speedster in tow with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Nightwing! Wally!" Bart shrieks as he sees the older couple that had been waiting to greet them. In a burst of speed, Impulse bolts over and pounces on Nightwing and wraps him in a big hug, the speed and impact dropping them both to the floor.

"Oh my god, you are such a player!" Wally playfully chides his boyfriend as the floppy-haired young man extricates himself from Bart's tangle of limbs.

"What can I say, I like redheads." Nightwing responds with a smile.

"My turn." Wally says as he helps Bart up off the floor and wraps his arms around his nephew in a big hug.

Kid Flash had adored his nephew from the day they had first met when a strange metallic pod had appeared in the Mountain, but the mission in Metropolis' Suicide Slum had taught him to respect him too. He had shown such heroic courage under what were very difficult circumstances, yet he still retained his youthful exuberance. He felt they could all learn something from that.

"Thanks for letting Bart stay with you guys." Tim says stifling his laughter at the antics of the younger half of the Flash family. They were an affectionate bunch, and it warmed his heart to know that the family of heroes had not lost their humor and affection, something the "Bat-family" often had to remind themselves of. But of course, tragedy had visited them far more than most.

"It's no problem at all, little brother." Nightwing responds still laughing and adjusting his clothes after picking himself up off the floor. Then the older hero takes Tim by the hand and pulls him to the side.

"Are you okay Tim?" Dick asks, noting Tim's distractedness.

"Yeah, just really nervous."

"Just remember how much he loves you. You two went through a couple kinds of hell to be together and that says a lot. I might have been late for the party, but that doesn't mean I don't get it. I still feel like an ass and a hypocrite for what I did back then."

"Stop apologizing, Richard. We both understand… and we love you too."

"I love you too, baby-bro. Now run off and get you a husband." Nightwing wraps Robin in a deep brotherly hug.

Robin had made it to Mount Justice through the Zeta Beam, but now he had to get to Hawaii by tomorrow night. Japan Airlines had a non-stop between Metropolis and Honolulu and he booked a first class flight for tomorrow morning. Though he was really very wealthy he wasn't a snob and quite practical, but the first class seat was the only one left on that flight. Now that the flight was arranged, he tubed back to Metropolis from the mountain to a now very empty home. Rushing around the house, he dug into the hall closet for his suitcase, which he proceeded to fill with his favorite clothes, or to be more accurate, Superboy's favorite clothes. Then crawling under his desk in the expansive living room, Robin pops open a secret compartment he had made below the floorboards… one of many throughout the house. He had ordered a shirt and matching briefs for a special occasion. Something really sensual. It wasn't something to hide per se, but they say that the heart cherishes secrets. It was something only for Superboy to see. He'd tried it on once to make sure it fit right and thought it looked pretty good. He hoped Conner would think so too. Though no one might believe it, considering the frequently very serious nature of Gotham's younger protector, he was a hopeless romantic.

With his bag packed, Tim stepped into the shower letting the hot water relax his tense body. Reemerging minutes later, his smooth skin flush from the heat of the water and his own emotions, he opens the closet and pulls out his best suit. The suit had been a gift from Bruce for his graduation and the man had shown incredible taste. The black silk shimmered with a slight sheen that accented his raven black hair. Tim carefully sets the burglar alarm, both of them, the obvious one that they pay a monthly fee to ADT for, and then the silent alarm that's monitored by the computer systems at both the mountain and the Batcave. With his small suitcase in hand, he sets off down the street to hail a cab. He makes it to JFK airport and the Japan Airlines terminal for his flight. Undergoing the irritating task of the security inspection, he finally makes it on the plane to his first class seat. As he sat nervously fidgeting, he marveled at his agitated state. He's faced down the vaunted Superman, defeated uncountable villains and thugs, and survived an explosion that left him in a coma for months, but now he sits nervously like a schoolboy outside the principal's office waiting to be berated for a prank.

A polite and pretty flight attendant asks for Tim's drink order and he takes a moment to contemplate. Knowing JAL's level of quality and service, and his own level of stress, Tim calmly states:

"A glass of merlot would be nice."

"Certainly sir, I just need to see your identification."

Tim isn't 21 yet, not that it will matter once they reach international airspace, but he's always prepared. Pulling out his wallet he takes out his ID card, not the real one but the one he kept as a memento of a previous mission and the identity he assumed for it. Probably not the wisest thing to keep something like that on hand, but it had personal significance to the young hero. Deftly sliding the card from behind the real driver's license, he hands it over to the stewardess who reads the name of "Alvin Draper" and notes his birthday. Thinking he looks a little young to be 21 years old, she's satisfied that she's done her job correctly and returns the card.

"Thank you, sir."

Moments later she returns with his glass of wine, which he gulps at to calm his nerves.

"You okay? You're not nervous about flying are you?" A pleasant voice asks at his side as his neighbor notes the slight tremor in Tim's hand holding the wineglass.

"About flying? No." And he turns to his fellow traveler and finally takes note of him. The slim young man was only of medium height but had pretty soft brown eyes that practically radiated kindness.

"Oh, I'm Billy… Billy Kaplan." He says and reaches out his hand. Tim takes it in a handshake and responds: "Tim Drake. Good to meet you."

"So, vacationing in Hawaii?" Billy asks.

"Not sure." Tim responds as Billy looks at him questioningly. "I'm meeting my boyfriend in Honolulu. He disappeared on me this morning and left a note to meet him there. I think he's going to propose to me." Tim explains in uncharacteristic openness with a hopeful smile.

"Really? That's wonderful! Teddy, my boyfriend, proposed to me last month. We're still ironing out the details."

"Congratulations. I'm sure you two will make a nice couple." Tim responds as Billy invades his personal space with a sudden congratulatory hug. But he doesn't exactly hate it either. Here he is on a flight to Hawaii to meet his lover and he and this cutie are exchanging kudos on their engagements. Life is strange sometimes… but in a good way.

The tall and handsome Conner Kent takes out a room in the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. The King Kamehameha suite is everything he hoped for, and named after a king and hopefully, he thinks, worthy of his young prince Timothy. Carefully hanging his suit and stowing his small clothes in the dresser, he heads out of the room and down the elevator to make his dinner reservation at the Aha Aina restaurant. Tim isn't too fond of seafood like Kon is, but the menu reflects selections of true Kobe beef which he knows he absolutely does like. Not the American Wagyu beef, which is a credible substitute, but the real Kobe that only Tim's rare and sensitive palate could appreciate. Heading back to their room, he connects his laptop and finds Tim's name on the manifest for a JAL flight from Metropolis.

Though late in the afternoon and that Tim's flight will be another 12 hours, the lean and handsome clone puts on his bathing suit and heads out to the beach right in front of the hotel. Finally able to relax, he picks up his cellphone and calls Tamura's Fine Wines and orders up a very expensive cabernet sauvignon to be delivered for them for tomorrow. He wants everything in perfection. Dinner, the wine, the room… everything. Finally remembering one last detail, Kon rushes back to the suit and dresses and heads off to a beach-ware store to find himself something to wear that he thinks Timothy would like.

Four thousand miles away a couple of teen boys make their way down the street after having seen off Brett before he closed the Emporium. The mentor of the young teens of Suicide Slum had ushered them off with a hug and an admonition to be careful on their way home. They didn't take his advice. Taking a shortcut down an alley towards Andrew's apartment, they found themselves in a dark and secluded spot in the bricked corridor. Looking about to make sure they were truly alone, Andrew took Brian's head in his hands and laid a long and needy kiss on his smooth and firm lips. After several long moments Brian was able to extricate himself from his boyfriend.

"What was that all about?" He asked grinning stupidly, shaking his hips a bit to tease at Brian.

"No reason, just wanted to kiss my boyfriend. Isn't that okay?" Andy responded.

"You can come over to my house if you want. No one will see us there"

"What about your mom?"

"She'll just think you're a friend on a sleep-over." Brian answers with a smile.

"Okay, if you're sure. " Andy responds with a new spring in his step.

Hand in hand, the boys walk their way towards Brian's brownstone apartment, innocent and oblivious of the dangers about them.

As they were about to step out of the alley to the open street and its bright lights, a fierce hand struck out and bashed Andrew to the ground from the shadows. Brian's heart suddenly crushed. Were they never to be left alone to make a life together? This was twice now that someone had attacked them since the terrible incident in the sewers.

"Back away from him!" Brian says suddenly and protectively as the rational side of his mind gives way to his passionate side, his voice breaking into a deep gravelly tone.

"Brian?" Andrew asks as he picks himself off the ground and the other teen's eyes begin to glaze over. Then fists and hands begin to pummel and beat Brian and Andrew and they lay on the alley street as the bashers took their time. But Brian knew now he could do some things unexpected. He didn't know what it really was, but it was better than standing by and being beaten by these bastards that already had his boyfriend to the point of unconsciousness. Blood dripped from Andrew's lips as he gasped for breath, lying still on the concrete beneath them. Had they come through so much for this to happen again, he thought after the last time that this would be the end? Rage took the role of desperation and wonderful and terrible things began to take place. Brian calmly stood up and glared at his two attackers through strong and cold eyes, the crimson glow narrowing in menace that their attackers didn't know to fear.

"Jamie!" Bart shrieked as he sees him across the hall from Nightwing's apartment in Bludhaven. It wasn't the safest part of town by any means, but he reasoned that anything could happen and no one could be the wiser. If Impulse had been more on the ball he might have wondered why Jamie had been invited the same weekend that he was here. Bart may have preferred being in Central City with Wally's family, who was also his own family, but Dick was swiftly becoming his family as well and he was all too eager to adjust. Besides, Jamie was here and that made everything better and he and Bart were thinking of other things knowing that Tim and Kon were away and they didn't have to know.

"Hi Jamie!" Bart says a bit more calm and shyly, his young and timid voice telling on him.

"Hi Bart." Jamie responds shyly.

Running over to his arms, Bart lets himself go limp in Jamie's embrace.

"Missed you buddy." He says… then finally admits… "Love you Jamie."

"I love you too, weirdo. Don't know what I would do without you."

Wally and Dick, who had been in the front room to welcome their guest, looked away and left the room to give the young heroic lads a moment.

"It's cute isn't it? I wish that was us just now." Wally softly says.

"What? We're together now." Nightwing responds.

"No… that we could have been together then. Look at how sweet and innocent they are. Maybe not really innocent, but you know what I mean. Just so eager in their love. Makes me feel young again just seeing it."

"Yeah, like 22 is so freaking old!" Nightwing answers grinning.

"Yeah, you're soooo old! No, you jerk… It's the young and pure love. You can't tell me it doesn't get you a little bit wondrous at it all. To be so pure and in love like that. Makes me think of Tim and Kon a couple of years ago when they first got together."

"Believe me, it is beautiful." Nightwing responds as he gives his boyfriend a kiss.

Bart then ran off with Jamie to Wally and Dick's guest room to stow his stuff and get comfortable.

Finally withstanding the 12-hour flight and giving his goodbyes to his travel-mate Billy, Tim steps off the plane, makes his way through the airport, and hails a cab for the short drive to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. Striding through the hotel foyer, Tim looked the very image of a young socialite. No one would have suspected that he was the same strong hero that put fear into the hearts of many a villain. But just now he was neither a hero nor socialite, just a guy eager to meet his boyfriend.

"Yes, Mr. Drake… you are expected." The clerk said politely as Tim started to check in.

"I am?"

"A Mr. Kent is expecting you and is keeping your room."

"Thank you ma'am." Tim responds in stunning politeness.

Minutes later, having stowed his clothes and changed into a bathing suit, Tim makes his way across the beach in front of the hotel letting the sand make its way between his toes. At a distance, on a secluded promontory, he sees his Kryptonian lover taking in the sun and he runs to his side.

"Hey Bart?" Jamie asks as he helps the speedy guy off with his jacket.

"Yeah Jamie?"

"You know I'm staying the night, right?"

"Yeah." Bart responds in a whimper.

"I'm just saying… maybe we can … snuggle… a little bit?"

"Please?" Bart's voice begs.

Sometime later, Richard Grayson and Wally West ask the young heroes of the Team…

"You guys think you can stay out of trouble while we go out?"

"Sure we can. We're not a bunch of 12-year-old brats you know." Jamie says defensively.

"I know, Jamie." Wally responds as he tousles his hair and Dick hugs the two lads. "Later nephew!" Kid Flash calls out.

They see their older friends off, then Bart says to Jamie… "So, what now?"

Jamie says nothing after the door closes and reaches under Bart's shirt to run his hands across his hard chest and abs and then led him back to the guest room.

"I think it's our turn." He says playfully

While harsh hands lay themselves upon him and his boyfriend, Brian begins to lose himself in a reaction that he never suspected might happen and did not fully anticipate. Finally one of the street thugs struck out and dropped Andrew to the cold, wet, and filthy street. Brian could stand no more. He watched his boyfriend slowly crumple to the concrete under the blows of the thugs, while he stood impotent to protect him. He couldn't let it stand, but what could he do? Forgetting himself a rage took hold… and changes took place. The kind of changes that people whisper of in the dark of night.

Wearing only a dark-blue low cut brief bathing suit and matching rashie shirt, Robin strides gracefully across the sand where he sees his lover waiting for him. Standing under a khaki canvas umbrella Kon looked on him with a smile like a bright dawn after a stormy night. Kon turns to him in his brief blue trunks and smiles toward his lover.

"Hey Tim... you made it!"

"Yeah… I left Bart with Wally and Dick and got here as quick as I could. Is everything okay?" Tim asked hopefully, knowing how unusual it was for Kon to be evasive like this. He was normally so open and honest that this gave him concern.

"Yeah… I hope. You're beautiful, by the way." He says, taking a very appraising look at his lover.

Kon shamelessly pulls his slim lover into his arms as the sun sets on the Pacific Ocean with the crimson glow warming their flesh and limbs, blessing their love. Tim falls into boneless abandon and lets himself be held by his tall and handsome boyfriend.

Kon suddenly releases his boyfriend from his arms and looking deep in the eyes of the achingly handsome warrior of Gotham he drops to his knees before him, completely shameless of anyone else on the beach that might see them.

Holding a plain metal ring that he had made with his own hands he asks: "Timothy Drake… will you do the honour of marrying me? I have no family to give you and no legacy. I can only offer myself, if you will have me. But I have loved you since I first saw you through the plexiglas of a CADMUS pod."

Bart followed Jamie as he lay back onto the bed of Wally and Dick's guestroom and looked down as he asked… "You sure we're ready?"

"No, I'm not sure. But we can find out together. Is that okay?" Jamie asks nervously.

Bart slowly unbuckles Jamie's jeans as he looks at his dusky boyfriend passionately. The young speedster takes Jamie's belt in hand and loosens it as he fumbles with the buckle, and he helps his jeans drop to the floor and takes a very appraising view of his undergarment.

"Jamie?... Rex? Really?" Bart asks.

Yeah." He bashfully responds. The brightly colored briefs were a bit small on Jamie, but looked stunning, framing his gorgeous hips and attractive package.

Bart had prepared for this moment, like Robin had advised, but he was still nervous. Those nights alone with the vibrator he'd mail-ordered were no substitute for what would happen now. He really liked Jamie, but hoped that Jamie liked him as much. He really didn't need to be concerned as the slender and exotically tanned arms wrapped themselves around Bart's thin neck and he said: "Please?"

Bart hoped he could do something special and told Jamie: "You sure?"

"Yeah" Jamie gasped needily as he reached down and felt his auburn-haired boyfriend through his skinny low-cut jeans. He sets down to his knees and proceeds to unbutton Bart's pants and very slowly lowers the zipper and pulls down his bright green Ben 10 bikini briefs after taking a very appreciative and appraising look. He moves in and kisses and licks at Bart's groin as his suddenly hard member stiffens under the attention. Looking up at his boyfriend, his warm and wet mouth wraps itself around Bart's cock. Jamie slides up and down his cock appreciatively, delighting in the aroma of his flesh, as the speedster was just able to push Jamie away before it was too late and push him gently down on the bed.

Turning around and lying on the bed on his side, Bart takes Jamie's cock into his mouth as his own firm cock presented itself to him. Eagerly taking him into his mouth again, Jamie begins to stroke and suck on the speedster's smooth hard member. As they proceeded to please each other, sucking one another off in a '69' Jamie began to moan in pleasure. Now that he had gotten him good and wet, Jamie turned about and straddled Bart as he looked down into his bright amber eyes.

Bart never expected this… He thought that it would be the other way around the first time. But Jamie took him in hand and guided his cock into his tight little pucker… slowly and carefully… as the dusky lad whimpered in abandon and lowered himself onto Bart. Bart began to vibrate (his own little trick that he tried for Jamie's pleasure)… while Jamie whined in abandon as his hips began to buck against Bart's groin.

Robin, his knees weakening at Conner's proposal (which he had somewhat expected), failed him and he fell silent.

"Really Kon! Are you sure?"

"Honey, my love, my dearest Timothy, I've never been more sure in all my life."

"Conner, you are the culmination of everything I've ever wanted. YES! I really mean it…. Yes! Will you be satisfied with me as your husband?"

"You don't get it, do you? Satisfied? More like fulfilled. Yes, let me marry you." And Kon's bright cobalt blue eyes stared at Tim longingly and began to mist over as he slid the ring he had made onto Tim's finger.

Standing protectively over Andrew's bruised and wounded body, Brian could withstand no more. He had only just discovered his new power, which he hid from Andrew for fear of losing him. But now… he knew something had always stood in the way of his new-found power deepening. But that path was now open! Now it was the only way to protect him. A threshold he was never able to cross shattered like an exploding brick. But hiding it was no longer an option. He feared he might lose Andrew, but losing his love was preferable to Andy losing his life.

Dust, gravel, and rubble swirled around the handsome but tortured lad, his hair filling with the dirt and debris of the street that had become a battlefield, and he was lifted into the sky by a power he didn't understand but could only feel. His eyes took on the ruddy glow of blood-drenched brick and stone; and he rose into the sky above both his boyfriend and their attackers, propelled by a power that he feared he couldn't control; but it answered to him… to his emotions. Every hope, dream, and fear was suddenly witnessed in this apotheosis of might.

The Pain! Dear Gods the pain he felt as the rubble began to coalesce around him. Little by little it began to take form, gathering around his fearful and pain-wracked flesh. He still floated above his boyfriend's unconscious and still body protectively. Andy's body lay quiescent, barely breathing while Brian underwent a change unlike any other had ever experienced or withstood.

As the brick and concrete swirled about the emotionally tortured boy, the effect continued to wrack his slim and beautiful form; but he only thought that it was nothing compared to the pain of his fallen love. Little by little, and slowly it seemed to Brian, in his transformed state the stone took form. Great and expansive wings sprouted from his back and the rubble answered his unspoken call, while he returned to his senses and still stood protectively over his fallen boyfriend with a vengeful rage in his eyes. He floated above him like an avenging angel of stone. With a sudden swing of his hand, he sent one attacker down the street, while the other fled in fear. Brian had now truly become the Concrete Angel but was immediately glad Andrew was unconscious and couldn't see him.

Jamie continued to writhe and buck on Bart and thought to himself ("Wow! We're really doing it finally!") as Bart's vibrations started to echo deep within him.

The speedster slid in and out of Jamie as he let the pleasure take its course, making up for technique with his exuberance. The internet had educated him, (he had a thorough porn collection) but that was nothing compared to doing it for the first time. "Ohhh! Bart!" Jamie moaned in release as the lad spilled himself in shot after shot across Bart's hard thin abs as Jamie rode him, letting himself get lost in the pleasure of Bart's cock inside him, feeling the unexpected sensation of a wet and satisfying push against his prostate as Bart released himself in him. Bart thrust a little harder in abandon as he came deep in Jamie, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

"You okay?" Bart asks breathlessly.

"Yeah." Jamie gasps as he climbs off his skinny boyfriend, whose now spent member flops against his stomach with a wet smack. Jamie suddenly realized that he didn't even have to touch himself while Bart made love to him for him to cum, he was that good… or that the first time was better than most said it was. Pulling on Bart's underwear, Jamie runs off to the kitchen and returns moments later with two tall glasses of ice-cold soda. They both took a long drink then Jamie, still feeling Bart's seed deep inside him, looked on his small speedster boyfriend and said:

"My turn!" and sets his glass on the side-table and pounces on the bed next to Bart. Seeing his boyfriend's cock stiffen in his own underwear, Bart's libido is reignited. He wanted it… bad!

He pushes Jamie down on the bed on his back and pulls off the underwear and tosses it aside and wets his fingers which he then uses to moisten and loosen his nervously tight little hole. Jamie watched as Bart fingers himself, realizing the adventure that was to come. Bart reached down and guided Jamie into him as he slowly settled himself onto Jamie's slightly larger and uncut cock.

"Oh… Jamie!" Bart moaned, and then mentally thanked Robin for the advice he'd given him as he slid down on Jamie.

Jamie then picked up Bart, being a little stronger, and turned him around and pushed back into him from behind as Bart settled onto his hands and knees. The auburn-haired speedster buried his face in a pillow as Jamie thrust deep into him. With Jamie pushing in and out in wild abandon, marveling at his smooth boyfriend's body wrapped around him, he continued to dive deep into Bart while the smaller lad muffled his moans into the pillow. Bart reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself as Jamie makes love to him.

"Jamie… I'm gonna cum!" Bart moans some minutes later.

"Yeah, me too!" Jamie gasps, then the very act of saying it makes it come to pass. Jamie reaches his hands under Bart's arms and grabs his shoulders for leverage as he thrusts deeper and harder into him. Bart starts to vibrate again, this time spontaneously, as his firm buttocks tighten around his lover's cock as he wantonly moans:

"Yeah Jamie... Oh god…do it!... Please!"

Losing himself in the silky-smooth feel of Bart's tight little ass, Jamie starts to cum, moaning in his love and lust.

"Uuuggghhh! Bart!" He moans as Bart's own seed begins to drip out from Jamie's firm little ass, while he fills Bart's. Burying his face in the hair of the back of Bart's head he thrusts deep and holds it there while taking in the aroma of the speedster's hair… as he loses control and cums deep in him… his cock throbbing and pulsating with long shots of his cum slapping against Bart's prostate, leaving the lad feeling used, loved and pleasured as he stroked himself to orgasm at the feeling of Jamie's cum inside him.

"Jamie!" Bart cries out as he cums, spurting all over the bedspread, while Jamie still holds him by the shoulders and pushed deep in him.

Jamie slowly pulls out of Bart, their bodies completely spent, and he rolled Bart to his side and lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around him and held him.

"You okay?" Jamie asks as he runs his fingers through Bart's thick auburn locks.

"Yeah…" Bart moans in spent ecstasy as Jamie reaches down and gently slides a finger in Bart as the speedster wiggles against his touch. Jamie feels his cum that's filled Bart's ass while he pushes back onto his finger. Writhing wantonly onto him, Jamie exclaims:

"You're a bawdy monkey! But really… are you okay?"

"Yeah Jamie, I'm okay… very." And Bart wallows in the sensation of being filled with Jamie's cum and being held by him.

Hours later found the boys freshly showered and playing video games in fake nonchalantness as Dick and Wally returned from their date. Neither of their mentors would know (hopefully) that they'd only sat down at the game about a couple of minutes before when they heard Wally's car on the street. Shamelessly sitting about in their Ben10 and Generator Rex underwear, something Jamie thought they probably shouldn't do anymore now that they weren't virgins any longer, they jump up to greet their older friends.

"So, you guys have a good time?" Dick asks.

"Yeah, you?" Jamie responds calmly.

Seeing the hidden and scandalized look on Bart's face Wally says:

"Everything okay Bart?"

"Perfect, Uncle Wally!" Bart responds with an ear-swallowing smile; and the younger of the Flash family wraps Kid Flash in a hug.

Nightwing sees Impulse's exuberance and thinks he's missing something… and not for the first time.

"Well, we're heading off to bed guys. Have a good night." He says.

Moments later Wally whispers into Dick's ear as they head off to bed.

"Really? You think so?" Dick responds quietly as he looks back toward the young heroes playing their video game.

Bart's face turns as red as his hair as he intentionally ignores the conversation.

Brian begins to panic, until he again sees Andrew lying unconscious on the alley floor. Forgetting for a moment the strange wings adorning his back, he picks up his little blonde boyfriend and takes him to the only safe place he knows… The Emporium. Holding Andy tightly in his arms, he kicks and pounds on the door with his sneakered foot. Hearing the footsteps across the floorboards, Brian screams:

"Brett! We need you! Please, open up!" He begs in his desperation.

The same footsteps stop at the door as Brian hears the old and rusty lock begin to scrape open. The erstwhile friend of heroes, lost boys, and owner of a comic book shop that was their haven, opened the old door to find Brian holding his injured boyfriend in his arms.

"SHIT! Get in here!" He ordered as he reached behind the sales counter for his old shotgun as Brian ducked in. Running towards the back of the store where the guys always hung out, Brian carefully lays Andrew on the couch. As Brian's back is turned, Brett suddenly gets the full scope and view of the incident. Seeing his little friend's stoney wings he whispers loudly…

"Brian?... What happened?" Brett asked in wonder.

Andrew had only a few bruises and a black eye, but the trauma was more of an effect of the psyche on his catatonic state than anything else.

"I don't know… two guys tried to mug us… again."

"I told you to be careful and take the open streets."

"I know… we just wanted to be alone for a minute… you know?"

"Not just that, Bry… what did you do? Look at you!" Brett gasped, finally taking in the full view of what Brian had become now that they knew Andrew was safe.

"I don't know Brett… I'm scared… what's happened to me?" He begs with his eyes full of tears.

"I don't know, Brian. But I can make a call and maybe find out. Is that okay? Please… I'm only a comic shop geek, but I can do this for you at least."

The desperately beautiful lad looked at Brett with pain and fear in his eyes as he knelt at Andrew's side at the couch.

"Please!" He asked, his voice begging for answers that no one could give.

Snatching up the store phone Brett dialed the number he had memorized from the card Robin had given him.

"Hello?" a strong female voice answers.

"I… I'm trying to reach a friend… I have the wrong number I think. Sorry to have woken you. " Brett stammers desperately. He needs Robin and Superboy and he needs them right now.

"I know your friend. Help is coming." She responds hearing the desperation in his voice and the phone clicked off to dead air.

Brett put on coffee… it seemed fruitless that all he could do for his friend was make coffee, but it really was all he could do at the moment. As he poured a cup and set about to put it in Brian's hand, the frightened lad turned about and swept the coffee table clear with his wings that had failed to disappear. Brett looked on the handsome boy and his beautiful wings, tears welling up in his eyes as he began to imagine the pain in the poor guy's heart, just as a heavy knock beat upon the door. The kind of knock that would have ripped it off the hinges had the person been any less appreciative of a man's home and business.

Brett answered the door before it was ripped apart. Striding in was an amazing beautiful woman, dressed in a red and blue outfit and a golden bodice. Her questing eyes took in the room and she saw Brian as he turned about and looked at her, his eyes full of pain and fear. The tall and beautiful demi-Goddess strode decisively to him and put an arm around his thin shoulders, marveling at the glowing wings.

"Wonder Woman? What's happening to me?" Brian asked, his own trepidation overriding what would have been his marvel at meeting such a hero as her. His eyes begged her has he stood in fear of what he had become.

"You've become something special." And she puts him off as she kneels next to the couch to be certain of the injured boy's health.

"I don't want to be this… thing!" Brian shrieks in desperation at the Themiscyrin Goddess, his angst overriding what should have been fear of the beautifully tall woman.

"Want do you want to be?" Wonder Woman asks challengingly.

"Just to be normal… to live my life and maybe be able to protect Andy when he needs me."

"Are you not able to do that now? Is this not what you have just done? What might have happened were you not able to do what you just did? Don't you think Robin and Superboy have made peace with what they are?"

"But Robin and Superboy aren't fucking freaks like I am!" Brian yells out, just as Wonder Woman knocks him to the ground with the back of her hand. He suddenly realizes that the impact should have killed him, or at least left him maimed and broken.

"Freak? Is that what you think? Stand up!" She admonishes as she grabs him by his shirt and hoists him to eye level.

"What you are is a responsibility and an honour if you choose to use it. But never call yourself a freak. That diminishes everything we have tried for so long… so very long… to not be." And suddenly the weight of millennia begins to show on the beautiful woman's face. She sets the lad down and says:

"I apologize for striking you. But you need to understand that you are special and not a freak. Andrew will never fear the darkness again with you at his side. Do you think Robin and Superboy are freaks? No? And has their love not inspired you and your friends, not to mention changing the fates of many others? Okay, so you don't think you're up to their level. That's fine. Not everyone is. But you are here and now and what you are. That is unavoidable. Be a hero to Andrew."

"I don't think I can control it though." Brian plaintively says.

"Now that is only a matter of time and training. You only need to calm yourself and relax. Learn it. Read it like a book. Come to know it like Andrew's own body, something to cherish and know intimately like you do him."

"We… haven't." Brian responds.

"All in its own time." Diana says with a smile, seeing how Brian's face relaxes wistfully at the thought of his small blonde boyfriend.

"You are not alone."

With the calming and confident advice of Wonder Woman fresh in his mind, Brian begins to finally relax and feels a calmness overtake him. Brett notes his wings slowly crumble to dust and dissolve as he lets the anger and self-loathing shed from his mind, leaving a mess of dirt and rubble on the store's floor.

Still in their bathing suits (it was a beach resort, after all) Timothy and Conner take the elevator back to the room Kon had reserved for them to dress for dinner. They never made it to dinner. His heart full of love and passion, Kon picked up the Teen Wonder and laid him on the bed and pulled his bleach clothes off of him. Looking on him like it was their first time, Kon was amazed at Tim's beautiful form, while Tim lie naked on the hotel bed marveling at Kon's broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and beautiful body… and his cobalt eyes. Life made more sense when those eyes looked at him like that. Tim slowly pulled Kon's bathing suit off to free the thing that gave him the very act of desire that he cherished.

Long into the night they made love, awaiting the sunrise.