Secretly, Conner was glad to see Robin leave. The Boy Wonder was too smart, and he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, his team mate would know what happened the night before. Know that Batman hadn't gone out to fight crime last night, but to see him.
He put the cleaning supplies away and went to take a bath, hoping to soak away his worries along with the chemical stink. Baths were something he had grown to enjoy only over time, at first being submerged in the warm water had reminded him too much of Cadmus. But now, sliding into the warm bubbles was a welcome relief from reality.
He set his head on the edge of the tub, content to simply soak and let him mind wander back to last night. Back to the way Batman had touched him.
"Hnng"" His hand trailed under the water as he remembered the feel of him. Batman's hands had been rough and warm, his nails sharp as they scraped over his skin.
"Lean back." Batman's eyes were hard and unreadable, but Conner knew that tone of voice well enough to listen. He layed back on his bed, suddenly hyper aware of how much larger the older man was as he towered over him. He knew he was physically stronger than the human, but at the same time, he had a strong feeling the Batman could out maneuver him without much effort. But, he didn't really want to fight. He wanted more of that touch.
"What are you going to-" His words were cut off by the mouth that crashed into his, his breath caught in his throat. It was...warm. And wet. And he could feel stubble scraping against his skin.
A sudden nip on his lower lip caused him to open his mouth in a quick gasp of something between pain and pleasure. That was the man made his move, his tongue sliding into his mouth, taking charge. Conner nervously tried to move his tongue back, clumsily stroking the inside of the older brunettes mouth. The response seemed to urge Bruce onward and he climbed onto the bed, pinning the young clone down beneath him. Skilled hands wandered over his torso and his fingers dug into Superboy's waist.
Conner was dizzy with excitement, breathlessness and arousal. His head was swimming, and it was hard to keep track of where Bruce's hands were as they darted here and there, touching and teasing. Nothing made sense anymore, it was like his body was detached from his brain. He knew it felt good, but something was wrong. The kissing, the touching. he was certain this was not allowed. Somehow, he was breaking a rule, doing the wrong thing, and in the end everyone would be mad at him. As usual, he would be judged.
Bruce pulled back, frowning slightly, as Conner stopped kissing him back, lost in his thoughts.
"Hey kid," he whispered, leaning in close enough that he could smell the sweet shampoo smell in the boys hair. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, uhm, nothing. I just...Well, is this ok?" Conner propped himself up on his elbows, looking up at the hero on top of him.
Bruce let out a slow breath and pulled back, climbing off the boy and backing away, moving to the door. He shook his head, hard.
"No, no it isn't." He gave the boy one last, long look before exiting the room, pulling the door closed hard behind him.