Disclaimer/Warning: I do not own any of the mentioned characters. There
will be slash. Kon/Tim. Has nothing to do with BatPupsverse.
I hope everyone likes this story.
DREAMS
By: Vision
"I said let me go!"
Conel looked in the direction of the shout. He had just been locking up the casino for the night, thinking he was the last one there. Obviously he was wrong because the person shouting was one of the casino dancers. He recognized the dancer as Al Draper, a.k.a. The Robin. He'd had a crush on The Robin since he first peaked into the showroom and saw him on stage. He was a sight to behold. He moved so gracefully that he appeared to be flying whenever he danced. Always with a beautiful smile lighting up his face. He wasn't smiling now because some goon had pushed him into a wall and now looked to be feeling him up. Conel quickly ran to Al's side.
"Hey pal, he said let him go" Conel said as he grabbed the shoulder of the punk.
"Ya well you can buzz of PAL, cause I ain't done with 'im yet. Now fuck off." The punk shrugged Conel's hand off his shoulder and turned his attention back to Al.
"I said let him go!" And Conel grabbed the guys shoulder again, spun the punk to face him and then knocked him out with a right hook. After the punk had gone down Conel looked at Al and noticed he had slipped down to the floor and looked to be shaking pretty badly.
"Hey are you alright?" Conel knelt down tell he was eye level with Al and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
"Ya" was Al's quiet reply, "I'm fine. Thanks for getting him off me." Al looked at the unconscious punk.
"It's my job to protect you Mr. Draper." And Conel showed Al his security badge.
Al smiled at him. "Well isn't tonight my lucky night." And excepted Conel's hand to get up. He stood shakily, wrapping his coat tighter around his body and shivering.
Conel watched as Al started to walk away. "Ah, Mr. Draper. Are you really going to walk home this late?"
Al turned to face Conel and sighed. "I wouldn't normally, but my car broke down earlier this week, and since I thought everyone had already left I couldn't get a ride. Besides I don't live to far from here." Al ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair.
"Well how about I walk with?" Conel said as he walked up to Al's side and they began to walk together. Al smiled at him and Conel blushed and looked away.
"So why were you here so late?" Al's quiet voice broke the silence.
"New guy always gets stuck with the lousy hours."
"Oh."
"So why were you here so late?" "I just got lost in the music. I love to dance. It's like a freedom I never had before. And doing it in front of people that applaud and cheer for you? It's a total adrenaline rush." Al was smiling again.
"Ya I get that idea." Conel said quietly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his large jacket.
"So, why did you move to Vegas?" Al looked at Conel as they walked.
"I was just trying to get away from the small town life. You know, finish school, get married, get good job, have 2.4 kids and a dog sorta thing. I didn't really want to get tied down to that." Conel shrugged his large shoulders.
"Oh"
They continued to walk in silence for the next few minutes, till they came upon a rather run down looking apartment complex.
"Well this is home." Al sighed and looked at Conel.
"Ya, well, I guess, ya, I see ya tomorrow I guess." Conel turned to walk away.
"Unless" Conel turned back "you want to come up to my apartment for a cup of coffee or something?" Al shrugged his shoulders looking sheepish, but Conel grinned and nodded.
They walked up a staircase and down a corridor, till they reached a door with B8 on it. Al took out his keys and let then both in.
As he turned on the lights he said, "Sorry the place is such as mess, I wasn't expecting company, and since my roommate moved out I haven't really seen the point of cleaning."
"Na, looks great." Conel surveyed the apartment, while small it was certainly cleaner then his apartment.
"So do you want coffee, soda?" Al asked.
"Coffee would be nice." Conel sat on the orange couch while Al went to make the coffee.
"You can turn on the t.v if you like." Al's voice came from the kitchen.
Conel found the remote buried under some magazines and started to flip through the channels.
A few minutes later Al's voice asked, "How do you take your coffee?"
"A lot of cream." Conel was still channel surfing when Al came out of the kitchen. He accepted the hot cup and sipped slowly as Al sat down. They happily drank their coffee for the next few minutes in silence. Soon Conel couldn't take it and said.
"So are you sure you're alright?" He looked and saw Al hug himself.
"Ya, I'm fine. Being a dancer as long as I have you get use to that sort of thing." Al's voice was above a whisper at the end of that sentence.
"What do you mean 'get use to that sort of thing'? No one can get used to getting attacked." Conel put his cup down on the coffee table. Al followed suit with his cup and now wrapped his other arm around himself.
"Conel," Al sighed, "Vegas isn't like your small town. Here you either toughen up or you end up in the gutter." Al had lowered his head during his short speech. He was also shaking again.
Conel rose from the couch and went to sit beside Al on the easy chair. He wrapped his arms around him and was pleases when Al leaned into him.
"No one should get use to that sort of thing Al. No one. And, sorry to say, I don't think you've toughened up that much." Conel smiled and Al looked up to face him and smiled as well.
"I didn't always think that. I came from a nice quiet suburb, nice family. But when I told them I was determined to follow my dream they told me they would have no part of my life. So I moved here, changed my look, changed my name, changed everything to try and break myself from them. It wasn't all bad." Al quickly assured Conel when he looked at him shocked. "I've made a lot of great friends here, there like my new family. They take care of me and love me."
"You're talking about your boss right? Big, strong, scary guy that's always dressed in black? Guy that can make you wet your pants and confess anything just by looking at you?" Conel shivered as he remembered Al's boss, guy could be the best bouncer in the world, he had the look and attitude that could scare hardened criminals. It always shocked him that the guy was a dancer.
"Yes him and his kids." Al laughed at Conel when he shivered. He leaned his head onto Conel's shoulder. "He's pretty nice when you get to know him, and a really twisted sense of humor."
"Whatever you say." Conel's hand started to stroke Al's side. He tickled Al softly, and smiled at Al's quiet laughter.
"So what is your real name?" He turned his head to look at Al, but failed to realize how close they really were. When Al turned his head they were not even an inch apart.
"You really want to know?" Al breathed softly. His eyes half shut.
"Ya, I really want to know." Conel's voice had gone slightly husky.
"Well," Al leaned in closer and placed his lips very close to Conel's ear, "my name is."
BEEP BEEP BEEP. SMASH.
'What the hell.' Kon-El rolled out of bed and looked at the broken clock on his nightstand. He groaned softly as he started to get dressed for a day at the beach. 'Why did I dream about him again'. Kon shook his head and went to go check out bikinis for the day.
TBC.
I hope everyone likes this story.
DREAMS
By: Vision
"I said let me go!"
Conel looked in the direction of the shout. He had just been locking up the casino for the night, thinking he was the last one there. Obviously he was wrong because the person shouting was one of the casino dancers. He recognized the dancer as Al Draper, a.k.a. The Robin. He'd had a crush on The Robin since he first peaked into the showroom and saw him on stage. He was a sight to behold. He moved so gracefully that he appeared to be flying whenever he danced. Always with a beautiful smile lighting up his face. He wasn't smiling now because some goon had pushed him into a wall and now looked to be feeling him up. Conel quickly ran to Al's side.
"Hey pal, he said let him go" Conel said as he grabbed the shoulder of the punk.
"Ya well you can buzz of PAL, cause I ain't done with 'im yet. Now fuck off." The punk shrugged Conel's hand off his shoulder and turned his attention back to Al.
"I said let him go!" And Conel grabbed the guys shoulder again, spun the punk to face him and then knocked him out with a right hook. After the punk had gone down Conel looked at Al and noticed he had slipped down to the floor and looked to be shaking pretty badly.
"Hey are you alright?" Conel knelt down tell he was eye level with Al and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
"Ya" was Al's quiet reply, "I'm fine. Thanks for getting him off me." Al looked at the unconscious punk.
"It's my job to protect you Mr. Draper." And Conel showed Al his security badge.
Al smiled at him. "Well isn't tonight my lucky night." And excepted Conel's hand to get up. He stood shakily, wrapping his coat tighter around his body and shivering.
Conel watched as Al started to walk away. "Ah, Mr. Draper. Are you really going to walk home this late?"
Al turned to face Conel and sighed. "I wouldn't normally, but my car broke down earlier this week, and since I thought everyone had already left I couldn't get a ride. Besides I don't live to far from here." Al ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair.
"Well how about I walk with?" Conel said as he walked up to Al's side and they began to walk together. Al smiled at him and Conel blushed and looked away.
"So why were you here so late?" Al's quiet voice broke the silence.
"New guy always gets stuck with the lousy hours."
"Oh."
"So why were you here so late?" "I just got lost in the music. I love to dance. It's like a freedom I never had before. And doing it in front of people that applaud and cheer for you? It's a total adrenaline rush." Al was smiling again.
"Ya I get that idea." Conel said quietly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his large jacket.
"So, why did you move to Vegas?" Al looked at Conel as they walked.
"I was just trying to get away from the small town life. You know, finish school, get married, get good job, have 2.4 kids and a dog sorta thing. I didn't really want to get tied down to that." Conel shrugged his large shoulders.
"Oh"
They continued to walk in silence for the next few minutes, till they came upon a rather run down looking apartment complex.
"Well this is home." Al sighed and looked at Conel.
"Ya, well, I guess, ya, I see ya tomorrow I guess." Conel turned to walk away.
"Unless" Conel turned back "you want to come up to my apartment for a cup of coffee or something?" Al shrugged his shoulders looking sheepish, but Conel grinned and nodded.
They walked up a staircase and down a corridor, till they reached a door with B8 on it. Al took out his keys and let then both in.
As he turned on the lights he said, "Sorry the place is such as mess, I wasn't expecting company, and since my roommate moved out I haven't really seen the point of cleaning."
"Na, looks great." Conel surveyed the apartment, while small it was certainly cleaner then his apartment.
"So do you want coffee, soda?" Al asked.
"Coffee would be nice." Conel sat on the orange couch while Al went to make the coffee.
"You can turn on the t.v if you like." Al's voice came from the kitchen.
Conel found the remote buried under some magazines and started to flip through the channels.
A few minutes later Al's voice asked, "How do you take your coffee?"
"A lot of cream." Conel was still channel surfing when Al came out of the kitchen. He accepted the hot cup and sipped slowly as Al sat down. They happily drank their coffee for the next few minutes in silence. Soon Conel couldn't take it and said.
"So are you sure you're alright?" He looked and saw Al hug himself.
"Ya, I'm fine. Being a dancer as long as I have you get use to that sort of thing." Al's voice was above a whisper at the end of that sentence.
"What do you mean 'get use to that sort of thing'? No one can get used to getting attacked." Conel put his cup down on the coffee table. Al followed suit with his cup and now wrapped his other arm around himself.
"Conel," Al sighed, "Vegas isn't like your small town. Here you either toughen up or you end up in the gutter." Al had lowered his head during his short speech. He was also shaking again.
Conel rose from the couch and went to sit beside Al on the easy chair. He wrapped his arms around him and was pleases when Al leaned into him.
"No one should get use to that sort of thing Al. No one. And, sorry to say, I don't think you've toughened up that much." Conel smiled and Al looked up to face him and smiled as well.
"I didn't always think that. I came from a nice quiet suburb, nice family. But when I told them I was determined to follow my dream they told me they would have no part of my life. So I moved here, changed my look, changed my name, changed everything to try and break myself from them. It wasn't all bad." Al quickly assured Conel when he looked at him shocked. "I've made a lot of great friends here, there like my new family. They take care of me and love me."
"You're talking about your boss right? Big, strong, scary guy that's always dressed in black? Guy that can make you wet your pants and confess anything just by looking at you?" Conel shivered as he remembered Al's boss, guy could be the best bouncer in the world, he had the look and attitude that could scare hardened criminals. It always shocked him that the guy was a dancer.
"Yes him and his kids." Al laughed at Conel when he shivered. He leaned his head onto Conel's shoulder. "He's pretty nice when you get to know him, and a really twisted sense of humor."
"Whatever you say." Conel's hand started to stroke Al's side. He tickled Al softly, and smiled at Al's quiet laughter.
"So what is your real name?" He turned his head to look at Al, but failed to realize how close they really were. When Al turned his head they were not even an inch apart.
"You really want to know?" Al breathed softly. His eyes half shut.
"Ya, I really want to know." Conel's voice had gone slightly husky.
"Well," Al leaned in closer and placed his lips very close to Conel's ear, "my name is."
BEEP BEEP BEEP. SMASH.
'What the hell.' Kon-El rolled out of bed and looked at the broken clock on his nightstand. He groaned softly as he started to get dressed for a day at the beach. 'Why did I dream about him again'. Kon shook his head and went to go check out bikinis for the day.
TBC.