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"Caught in the Act"

Epilogue

By Stranj100

It is our first night together since we were caught. Dana made a great dinner with a roast, steamed vegetables, and wild rice. Conner brought one of his Aunt Martha's homemade apple pies for dessert. Dinner was a little strained thanks to Dad's icy attitude, but it got better after Conner told a story about one his misadventures in farming. Dad actually laughed. It's hard not to be taken in by Conner irresistible charm, but then maybe I'm biased.

After dinner, Conner and I retreated to my room. Conner sits on my bed with his back against my headboard and his legs stretched out, ankles crossed. I curl up beside him resting my head on his chest with his arms wrapped around me. I listen to his slow and steady heartbeat as I watch one of his stocking feet wiggle idly. Maybe it's because I'm a teenager and filled with hormones, but I find the movement very erotic.

I want to start something, but Dad made us leave my bedroom door open. How 1950's is that? I settle for cuddling with my boyfriend. My boyfriend. That is a phrase I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying. After years of denial and keeping up appearances—of veiled innuendo and secret meetings—and mindless groping and quick blowjobs in the guise of experimentation, I can finally be with the guy I love and not have to hide it—plus I think he loves me back.

"Spoiler!" Conner says suddenly.

"What?" I ask, lifting my head to look him in the face.

"The new Robin is Spoiler, your old girlfriend, right?" he asks.

"She wasn't my girlfriend, at least, not really, but yeah. What does that have to do with anything?" I reply.

"I had a run in with her the other day… night… whatever," Conner explained, "She seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. Man… that must suck, having your ex take your job."

I sigh and shake my head. "Your forgetting, I quit. She's just filling an empty position."

"Still, it's got to suck at least a little bit," he insisted.

I lay my head back down and begin to gently rub his abs through his shirt. "Maybe a little,' I admit quietly.

"Do you want me to rough her up a bit if she shows up at the tower?" Conner asks obviously trying to cheer me up.

It works because I laugh out loud. "You'd do that for me?"

"Maybe," he answers coyly. I don't even have to look—I already know he's wiggling his eyebrows.

As I laugh again, I marvel at the way Conner makes me feel and how easily I'm laughing. I can honestly say I haven't laughed this much since I became Robin and I haven't laughed this freely since my Mom died. It feels incredibly good.

I nestle closer to my boyfriend as I happily think about him beating on Steph. Yes, I know it's sick, but I blame all on Dick and his warped sense of humor. He corrupted me. Alright, I admit it. I was already a little twisted before becoming a Bat. It's a prerequisite.

Thinking of ex-girlfriends, I ask, "Have you told Cassie about us yet?"

Conner grows inhumanly still, then finally answers, "No."

"No?" I echo as I push away and look him in the eye. "Why not?"

Conner looks away and says quietly, "It's complicated."

"How is it complicated after everything we've just been through?" I ask as my insecurities rise bringing anger and fear with them. "I'm your boyfriend… aren't I?"

"Yes, of course you are. It's just my heritage…" he says trying to placate me.

I cut him off. "What just because your part Luthor means you can use me to cheat on Cassie?"

I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I just used Conner's deepest darkest secret to hurt him—his only secret. The hurt in his eyes is tremendous. It pains me to see it.

"I'm sorry." I cup his face in my hands and try to kiss the pain away. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just confused. Explain it to me, please."

"I get it," says Conner placing a hand on my cheek as he stares into my eyes. "I didn't mean to upset you. I love you. It's just I don't know how to explain it, so I'll try to explain it the way Superman did."

"Superman?" I say.

"Yeah," He says, "Basically, he said guys on Krypton had two mates—one guy and one girl."

I shake my head and say, "Just because that was the way it was Krypton doesn't make right."

"But it's not like I have choice. It's in the genes. I know you're my mate. You're my partner, my best friend and more than my equal," Conner says with dead certainty in his voice, "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, but I still feel like there's something missing. I think Cassie might be it. My feelings for her are similar to what I feel about you, but different. Does that make sense?"

I sit there for a moment trying to absorb everything he's said. Kryptonian males are bigamists by nature. Conner loves and wants be with me, but feels incomplete. I know Conner believes all of it, because one, he's a lousy liar and two, I was trained by the worlds greatest detective so I can detect lies easily. Superman said that Kryptonians mate for life. I suspect that there maybe psychological imprinting involved. Wait a minute!

"All Kryptonian males have two mates?" I question.

Conner nods and says, "Yeah."

"Does Superman have two?"

"Sort of," Conner says, "He's married and has a wife, but he and his other mate aren't really together."

I ask, "Why not?"

Conner shrugs and says, "I don't know why. Superman said it was complicated and I didn't want to push."

"Is it because of his wife?" I ask him.

"I don't think so," he replies, "She's a great woman and seems to be okay with it. I wish I could talk to her."

"Maybe you can." I didn't realize I said that out loud.

Conner pulls his cell-phone out of his pocket and hits the speed dial. Seconds later, I'm listening to one sided of a conversation.

"Hi, it's me… No, no emergency… I'm with Tim… It's going good… Listen, I'm trying to explain the mate thing. Can Tim talk to Lo…your wife? You know me… Thanks…" There's a long pause. "Hi, yeah… Thanks." Conner hands me the phone.

I put it to my ear and hesitantly say, "Hello."

"Hello, Tim," replies a sultry feminine voice.

I don't why, but I ask, "Your Superman's wife."

"I have that pleasure," she replies warmth filling her voice; "I was told you have questions."

"Just one really," I say. "How do you… How can you share him with someone else?"

She laughs and says, "You don't ask the easy ones. Do you? I like that. The answer to your question is simple and complicated at the same time. I've pretty much been in love with Superman since the day we met. He's my hero and protector even when I don't want him to be. That's something special, but I realized long ago that Superman can never belong to me alone. He belongs to the world. I fell in love with his alter ego with out knowing it. He was quiet, unassuming and dependable. I knew he would always be there for me. When I discovered they were one in the same, I had to adjust. My sure thing became unattainable. He forced me to realize that part of him would always be for me and me alone. This made his confession that he loved another man easier to bear. I came to accept it as part of who he is. When you love someone you can't just accept part of them. You don't have to like or love all aspects of them just accept them, because it is what makes them who they are. Otherwise what's the point of falling in love with them? Do you understand?"

"I think so," I reply still unsure.

"Here is something else to think about. Think about how much you love Conner. What would you do to keep him happy and safe? Would you lie, cheat, and steal—maybe even kill? I know you were a hero, so that might be a little difficult to answer, but would you?" she asked.

Without hesitation I answer, "Yes."

"I thought so. If you would do all that, could sharing Conner with someone who loves him as much as you possibly be that horrible?"

"I guess not."

"I hope I helped," she says.

"You did. Thanks."

"If you want to thank me, just look after Conner. He's a good kid, but sometimes he forgets that."

"I'll try," I respond, "Good night."

"Good night," she says, before the line goes dead.

I hit the "end" button and stare at the cell-phone while thinking about everything Superman's wife had said.

I know she's right. I would do anything for Conner and I'm sure he feels the same way. I'm not a hundred percent certain, but I think I can handle this. Finally I close the phone and hand it back.

"Are we alright?" Conner asks looking anxious.

I can't trust my words, so I just hug him tightly instead. He returns the hug with one arm. He gently turns my face towards his and gazes down at me. As I look into his incredibly blue eyes, I feel myself falling in love all over again.

After a long silence, I say, "As long as we're together."

He smiles his million watt smile and says, "You'll never get rid of me."

I remember once again, what Superman said about Kryptonians mating for life.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Absolutely," Conner promises then seals it with a kiss.

Things escalate quickly to the point where when Dana comes by later on we don't even notice her closing the bedroom door.

fin

A/N: It's finally complete Thanks to Sasha for the beta and thanks to everyone who reviewed, Sorry to all the folks looking for more Bruce and Clark, but this is the boys' story. The mentors will have to wait for another day. Sorry for the delay, but RL sucks. There maybe more stories soon. I got quite a few brewing in my head—a couple AU's and a few possible sequels. We'll see. Hopefully, Young Avengers won't lure me to far a stray. Hulkling and Wiccan (formerly Asgardian) have got me giddy.