Disclaimer/Warning: I do not own any of the mentioned characters. There
will be slash. Kon/Tim.
I hope everyone likes the story. :)
Dreams
By: Vision
'Why does father always insist I attend these parties' Conner thought for the hundredth time that night as he flashed a fake smile at another débutante with an IQ smaller then her height and hair too blond to possibly be natural. Conner sighed and took another sip of his wine, he hated attending these gatherings. It was the same thing every time. His father would make a speech about how proud he was of his workers and his hopes for the upcoming month, then he would mingle for the allotted time that was necessary for these parties then he would find some girl half his age, strike up a conversation and then he and the girl would disappear for the rest of the evening. There were days Conner truly hated Clark Kent. The man was a genius, great in business, but the man was too much of a lay about and pervert for Conner to be able to truly respect the man. Conner gave another sigh. He checked the clock on the opposite wall to see if he could leave when he felt someone grab his arm. He turned the refusal to dance already on his lips, but when he turned he smiled instead. Hanging onto his arm was his dear friend Cassie.
"Good evening Cassie," Conner said, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. Cassie giggled at Conner's actions.
"Good evening to you too, Conner. How are you holding up?" She put her hands behind her back as she asked.
"Barely." Conner grimaced and Cassie laughed at him as they walked over to an unoccupied corner. "Oh, yes laugh at my pain. Every blond ditz in this place has been coming up to me, begging to dance. And they will not take no for an answer. Some of these girls are more vicious then a pack of piranha." Conner took another sip of wine. Cassie laughed at him again.
"Why don't we go upstairs? I think we've been here long enough, and if anyone spots us they'll think were having a tryst." Cassie gave him a smile.
"Cassie," Conner laughed, "you are a genius." And they walked as quickly as dignity would allow up to the top level of the Kent building.
On the roof Conner and Cassie sat on the ledge of the building and stared out at the city. They sat quietly, happy to be in each other's company. They were disturbed by a crash in the room behind them.
"Cassie, stay here!" Conner ordered as he rushed back into the building. At the entrance he glanced around warily. Judging it to be safe he entered cautiously and checked everything out. He noticed a broken vase next the desk. Conner's eyes narrowed and he walked over to the elevator and punched the silent security alarm. He then punched in a different code and a secret compartment revealed itself. In the compartment was an array of small defensive weapons. Conner grabbed a few and attached them to his belt and went passed the door to the stairs. He ran down each flight of stairs till he came up the floor where he could see flashlight movement from the glass window in the door. He peeked through the window and spotted several light beams. Quiet as a mouse Conner snuck through the door and onto the floor and hid behind a wall. As he leaned against the wall he heard the voices of the people holding the flashlights. "Quickly, you idiots. We're going to get caught any second." Said a female voice.
"I'm working as fast as I can BG, but this damn code isn't working. Oracle didn't tell me that I had to go through three firewalls, six passwords and some weird puzzle. I don't know who designed this damn defense system but who ever it was a genius and I hope rots in HELL!" Said a young male voice.
Conner smirked, he was glad the young man was having such a fun time getting through his security system.
"I thought you said you could get through anything Robin." Said an older male voice.
"Shut up Night."
'Wait a second' Conner thought, his eyes widening 'BG, Robin, Night, SHIT! It's the Dark Knights'. Conner had reason to worry, The Dark Knight's were notorious thieves. They could get into any place and steal anything and be long gone before the police ever showed up, and there were never any clues, except for their calling card, a black knight etched somewhere hidden at all of their crime sites.
"I got it." Robin said the relief was evident in his excited voice.
'Now or never' Conner thought and pulled a gas grenade from his belt, ripped out the tag and rolled it into the room, were it spun around, unleashing the thick blanket of coughing gas.
"THE HELL!??!!" Came Nights voice. Conner could hear them coughing and then he spotted them heading out, not watching where they were going.
Conner grabbed a nylon rope from his belt, tying it into a lasso he threw it around the nearest of the three black clad people. His throw was right on target.
The person turned around and, from what Conner could see of the persons' eyes through the mask, was glaring at him.
"BG, Night. We have company." Robin said calmly.
The other two figures turned and withdrew throwing knives from their belts.
"If you know what's good for you," Night said in a deadly calm voice, "you'll let him go right now."
"Hmm, I don't think so."
"Ha, what does a rich, spoiled, playboy like yourself think he can do against us?" BG asked.
"Let me see," Conner looked like he was really thinking about it. "I called the police as soon as you three arrived, I just smoked you out of the room your trying to steal files, and I have one of your members tied, I think I can do a lot."
"Two out of three ain't bad." Conner could hear the laughter in Night's voice. Conner quickly spun to look at Robin who threw the rope in Conner's face.
"Now," came Night's calm voice," we are going to leave and you are going to stay here like a good boy." As he said that BG threw several smoke pellets that filled the room and momentarily blinded Conner. But he could still hear the slamming of the door to the stairs and Conner ran to the door through the smoke and started chasing them. He made to the roof in record time. He spotted them as they withdrew their gliders and started to take off. Night and BG had already taken off and Robin was about to take off when Conner took a small firebomb (1) from his belt and through it at the glider. Robin stumbled as his glider caught fire, he quickly disentangled himself from the glider and away from the now burning wreckage.
He stood and stared as Conner slowly walked towards him.
"That wasn't very nice." Robin growled.
"I know, but how else was I going to get you to stay for a bit longer." Conner smirked as he stopped just out of punching distance from Robin.
"I wasn't really in the mood to stay any longer. These parties are always such a bore." Robin was slowly walked backwards to the ledge of the building.
"I know what you mean. I wouldn't even be here if my father wasn't hosting the party. And I wouldn't try that again." Conner had been following Robin step for step and had grabbed him just above each elbow as he had turned to jump.
Robin twisted in Conner's grasp for a moment. "My what a firm grip you have." Robin purred.
"I work out a lot." Conner shrugged. He then slowly moved his hands from Robin's elbows and down to his wrists. Once have a good grip and both slender wrists (2) he moved both wrists into one hand and reached for Robin's mask. "Now, let's see who we have here..."
As Conner reached for the mask Robin squirmed even harder, leaning away from the approaching hand. But Conner held tight and removed the mask from Robin's face...and a very young man stared back at him with furious dark blue eyes.
"My you're a young fellow. You can't be any older then seventeen."
"So what if I am." Robin frowned.
"Now, now. No need for that." Conner ran a gentle hand down the side of Robin's mouth, smoothing out the wrinkle the frown created," Now, isn't that much better."
"Not really." Was the whispered response, Robin leaned into the touch eyes closing.
"And why is that?" Conner asked, bringing the young face closer to his own.
"Because," the dark blue eyes slowly opened, and Robin smiled at Conner.
"Because?" Conner held the face by the chin and caressed the throat with a finger.
"Because," Robin lifted his wrists still being held in Conner's large hand to his stomach, and kneed Conner in the groin.
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Superboy gasped in pain. He looked up from his lying position on the YJ couch and spotted Impulse sitting on his stomach, his knee's still digging into his nether regions.
"GET OFF ME!" Superboy growled and dumped Impulse onto the floor and rubbed himself trying to ease the pain.
"Come on Kon, the meeting is about to start. And you wouldn't wake up. And if you missed the meeting it would piss off Robin. And then he would be grouchy. And he might growl at me. So you have to get up now and..."
Superboy tuned out Impulse's prattle as he got of the couch and started walking toward the meeting room. Impulse walked beside Kon as they went to the meeting room, Bart never shutting up along the way. Kon was nervous, as he had done everything in his power to avoid Robin while waiting for the meeting. He was worried about spending too much with the boy he had been dreaming about, worried about his plan and Robin's reaction. But by the end of the day Superboy wouldn't have to worry anymore. Because he would know if the next generation of the Worlds Finest would remain just being friends, or if they could be more.
TBC...
(1) I don't know what there called but there are little pellet's that if you throw them they will catch fire
(2) This is how Kon sees' Robin, kind of girlish. I might include that fact into the story, hmm whatever.
(3) I'm in a slump, I'm bored, and not in a creative mood. Could someone please write some new stories about YJ? Don't care if it's slash, friendship, pure lemon, one shot, series (would like this) or any other type of story as long as its YJ. Pretty please?:(
(4) Yes I will finish this story to anyone worried about that, I was just saying that if anyone wanted more chapters between this one and the last chapter I needed some new ideas for the dreams. Feed back is always welcome too.:)
I hope everyone likes the story. :)
Dreams
By: Vision
'Why does father always insist I attend these parties' Conner thought for the hundredth time that night as he flashed a fake smile at another débutante with an IQ smaller then her height and hair too blond to possibly be natural. Conner sighed and took another sip of his wine, he hated attending these gatherings. It was the same thing every time. His father would make a speech about how proud he was of his workers and his hopes for the upcoming month, then he would mingle for the allotted time that was necessary for these parties then he would find some girl half his age, strike up a conversation and then he and the girl would disappear for the rest of the evening. There were days Conner truly hated Clark Kent. The man was a genius, great in business, but the man was too much of a lay about and pervert for Conner to be able to truly respect the man. Conner gave another sigh. He checked the clock on the opposite wall to see if he could leave when he felt someone grab his arm. He turned the refusal to dance already on his lips, but when he turned he smiled instead. Hanging onto his arm was his dear friend Cassie.
"Good evening Cassie," Conner said, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. Cassie giggled at Conner's actions.
"Good evening to you too, Conner. How are you holding up?" She put her hands behind her back as she asked.
"Barely." Conner grimaced and Cassie laughed at him as they walked over to an unoccupied corner. "Oh, yes laugh at my pain. Every blond ditz in this place has been coming up to me, begging to dance. And they will not take no for an answer. Some of these girls are more vicious then a pack of piranha." Conner took another sip of wine. Cassie laughed at him again.
"Why don't we go upstairs? I think we've been here long enough, and if anyone spots us they'll think were having a tryst." Cassie gave him a smile.
"Cassie," Conner laughed, "you are a genius." And they walked as quickly as dignity would allow up to the top level of the Kent building.
On the roof Conner and Cassie sat on the ledge of the building and stared out at the city. They sat quietly, happy to be in each other's company. They were disturbed by a crash in the room behind them.
"Cassie, stay here!" Conner ordered as he rushed back into the building. At the entrance he glanced around warily. Judging it to be safe he entered cautiously and checked everything out. He noticed a broken vase next the desk. Conner's eyes narrowed and he walked over to the elevator and punched the silent security alarm. He then punched in a different code and a secret compartment revealed itself. In the compartment was an array of small defensive weapons. Conner grabbed a few and attached them to his belt and went passed the door to the stairs. He ran down each flight of stairs till he came up the floor where he could see flashlight movement from the glass window in the door. He peeked through the window and spotted several light beams. Quiet as a mouse Conner snuck through the door and onto the floor and hid behind a wall. As he leaned against the wall he heard the voices of the people holding the flashlights. "Quickly, you idiots. We're going to get caught any second." Said a female voice.
"I'm working as fast as I can BG, but this damn code isn't working. Oracle didn't tell me that I had to go through three firewalls, six passwords and some weird puzzle. I don't know who designed this damn defense system but who ever it was a genius and I hope rots in HELL!" Said a young male voice.
Conner smirked, he was glad the young man was having such a fun time getting through his security system.
"I thought you said you could get through anything Robin." Said an older male voice.
"Shut up Night."
'Wait a second' Conner thought, his eyes widening 'BG, Robin, Night, SHIT! It's the Dark Knights'. Conner had reason to worry, The Dark Knight's were notorious thieves. They could get into any place and steal anything and be long gone before the police ever showed up, and there were never any clues, except for their calling card, a black knight etched somewhere hidden at all of their crime sites.
"I got it." Robin said the relief was evident in his excited voice.
'Now or never' Conner thought and pulled a gas grenade from his belt, ripped out the tag and rolled it into the room, were it spun around, unleashing the thick blanket of coughing gas.
"THE HELL!??!!" Came Nights voice. Conner could hear them coughing and then he spotted them heading out, not watching where they were going.
Conner grabbed a nylon rope from his belt, tying it into a lasso he threw it around the nearest of the three black clad people. His throw was right on target.
The person turned around and, from what Conner could see of the persons' eyes through the mask, was glaring at him.
"BG, Night. We have company." Robin said calmly.
The other two figures turned and withdrew throwing knives from their belts.
"If you know what's good for you," Night said in a deadly calm voice, "you'll let him go right now."
"Hmm, I don't think so."
"Ha, what does a rich, spoiled, playboy like yourself think he can do against us?" BG asked.
"Let me see," Conner looked like he was really thinking about it. "I called the police as soon as you three arrived, I just smoked you out of the room your trying to steal files, and I have one of your members tied, I think I can do a lot."
"Two out of three ain't bad." Conner could hear the laughter in Night's voice. Conner quickly spun to look at Robin who threw the rope in Conner's face.
"Now," came Night's calm voice," we are going to leave and you are going to stay here like a good boy." As he said that BG threw several smoke pellets that filled the room and momentarily blinded Conner. But he could still hear the slamming of the door to the stairs and Conner ran to the door through the smoke and started chasing them. He made to the roof in record time. He spotted them as they withdrew their gliders and started to take off. Night and BG had already taken off and Robin was about to take off when Conner took a small firebomb (1) from his belt and through it at the glider. Robin stumbled as his glider caught fire, he quickly disentangled himself from the glider and away from the now burning wreckage.
He stood and stared as Conner slowly walked towards him.
"That wasn't very nice." Robin growled.
"I know, but how else was I going to get you to stay for a bit longer." Conner smirked as he stopped just out of punching distance from Robin.
"I wasn't really in the mood to stay any longer. These parties are always such a bore." Robin was slowly walked backwards to the ledge of the building.
"I know what you mean. I wouldn't even be here if my father wasn't hosting the party. And I wouldn't try that again." Conner had been following Robin step for step and had grabbed him just above each elbow as he had turned to jump.
Robin twisted in Conner's grasp for a moment. "My what a firm grip you have." Robin purred.
"I work out a lot." Conner shrugged. He then slowly moved his hands from Robin's elbows and down to his wrists. Once have a good grip and both slender wrists (2) he moved both wrists into one hand and reached for Robin's mask. "Now, let's see who we have here..."
As Conner reached for the mask Robin squirmed even harder, leaning away from the approaching hand. But Conner held tight and removed the mask from Robin's face...and a very young man stared back at him with furious dark blue eyes.
"My you're a young fellow. You can't be any older then seventeen."
"So what if I am." Robin frowned.
"Now, now. No need for that." Conner ran a gentle hand down the side of Robin's mouth, smoothing out the wrinkle the frown created," Now, isn't that much better."
"Not really." Was the whispered response, Robin leaned into the touch eyes closing.
"And why is that?" Conner asked, bringing the young face closer to his own.
"Because," the dark blue eyes slowly opened, and Robin smiled at Conner.
"Because?" Conner held the face by the chin and caressed the throat with a finger.
"Because," Robin lifted his wrists still being held in Conner's large hand to his stomach, and kneed Conner in the groin.
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Superboy gasped in pain. He looked up from his lying position on the YJ couch and spotted Impulse sitting on his stomach, his knee's still digging into his nether regions.
"GET OFF ME!" Superboy growled and dumped Impulse onto the floor and rubbed himself trying to ease the pain.
"Come on Kon, the meeting is about to start. And you wouldn't wake up. And if you missed the meeting it would piss off Robin. And then he would be grouchy. And he might growl at me. So you have to get up now and..."
Superboy tuned out Impulse's prattle as he got of the couch and started walking toward the meeting room. Impulse walked beside Kon as they went to the meeting room, Bart never shutting up along the way. Kon was nervous, as he had done everything in his power to avoid Robin while waiting for the meeting. He was worried about spending too much with the boy he had been dreaming about, worried about his plan and Robin's reaction. But by the end of the day Superboy wouldn't have to worry anymore. Because he would know if the next generation of the Worlds Finest would remain just being friends, or if they could be more.
TBC...
(1) I don't know what there called but there are little pellet's that if you throw them they will catch fire
(2) This is how Kon sees' Robin, kind of girlish. I might include that fact into the story, hmm whatever.
(3) I'm in a slump, I'm bored, and not in a creative mood. Could someone please write some new stories about YJ? Don't care if it's slash, friendship, pure lemon, one shot, series (would like this) or any other type of story as long as its YJ. Pretty please?:(
(4) Yes I will finish this story to anyone worried about that, I was just saying that if anyone wanted more chapters between this one and the last chapter I needed some new ideas for the dreams. Feed back is always welcome too.:)