Distracted

Kon fell through his bedroom door, closing it behind him and leaning back against it with a sigh. This was getting ridiculous. He was distracted during the fight, making stupid mistakes. Thankfully no one got hurt because of him, but that was more luck than anything. Luck and his teammates picking up his slack.

Especially Robin. Robin. The cause of all of this.

Running his hand through his wind-tousled hair, Kon pulled off his leather jacket and threw it across his desk chair. Too worked up to change from his suit, he dropped face-first onto the bed with a groan, sunglasses creaking and pinching.

Kon just couldn’t stop watching him.

He was just so calm and collected and smart and so… cool. Even in the most nail-biting situations, he could command the room and get everyone on the same page. He never seemed to get nervous, or scared – always knew what to do no matter what life or the villain of the week threw at him.

Watching him run and flip and swing his bow-staff in that stupidly hot outfit. The way you could tell even behind the stark white lenses of his domino, his eyes were intense and burning. If only Kon knew what color those eyes were.

He had dreams about what Robin looked like behind the mask. Sometimes he had a warm brown gaze, big doe eyes that stared up at Kon. Other times, he had the clearest of blue, shining bright and mesmerizing, outlined by dark lashes that fluttered.  He wondered if he shaped his eyebrows or left them to grow naturally. Were they sharp and angular? That seemed to fit Robin’s personality. Kon had seen the inside of his bathroom in the tower a few times, and Robin seemed to have a collection of grooming products, so it would make sense. His hair always looked so soft, strands falling onto his forehead, and Kon had the urge to run his fingers through it, trace them down his jaw and neck, across his shoulders and over his biceps, toned from his (read: Batman’s) strict training regimens. He wanted to drag his hand down the Kevlar of his suit, trace the R on his chest, down across his armored abdomen, grabbing onto his utility belt and pulling him forward against-

Knock knock.

Kon shot up from the bed, dazed, glasses hung crooked on his face. How did he not hear someone coming down the hall? Oh, right. Because he was too distracted thinking about groping his best friend. Quickly glancing through the door, Kon saw Robin standing outside. Of course, it was him, as if he could read Kon’s mind and was here to scold him for thinking such inappropriate things about his team leader.

“Come in!”

The door opened to reveal Robin. He wore an athletic shirt and joggers, hair freshly washed and not styled, stupid domino back on his face. Okay, it wasn’t stupid. Maybe stupidly hot.

“Um. Hey. What’s up?” Kon asked.

Even though he couldn’t see it, he could tell Robin raised an eyebrow.

Realizing how much of a mess he probably looked, Kon ripped the glasses from his face. Robin’s gaze dropped to his hands, and Kon looked down to find the glasses frames bent and lenses cracked.

“Oops.”

“Well…” Robin started, stepping inside and softly closing the door behind him. “That kind of brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Kon straightened. “What, uh. What do you mean?”

Robin made his way across the room, stepping over a pile of clothes and settling into Kon’s desk chair, spinning to face the bed.

“Kon, are you okay?”

“I’m awesome, dude. So good.” He deposits the remnants of his glasses onto the bedside table. “Super, if you will.”

Robin sighed, fidgeting, using his foot to twist the chair back and forth slightly. “Kon, you’ve been distracted. Spacing out during practice, making mistakes in the field. You got blasted out of the sky earlier-”

“But I’m okay! It didn’t even hurt! Look-” Kon stood, spreading his arms, spinning around. “No marks!”

Kon jumped a foot in the air when cold fingers touched bare skin on his lower back. Those damn Bats and their stealth training.

“You have a hole scorched into your suit.”

“Oh.” Kon was so thankful Robin didn’t have super hearing, because his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

But so was Robin’s. 

Weird.

“No marks, though, right?” Kon breathed, glancing over his shoulder.

Robin was looking down at where he stroked Kon’s smooth, unmarked skin through the charred hole in his suit. “No marks.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s happening right now?” Kon whispered.

“I’m supposed to be asking you why you’re trying to get yourself and the team killed.”

“Ok, woah.” Kon spun to face Robin, whose hand dropped to his side. “I am not trying to get anyone killed!”

“Well, that’s not what it looked like when you almost let Bart splat on the concrete earlier,” Robin countered, crossing his arms.

“But he didn’t! I caught him!”

“At the last second. Kon, that was a close call. You can’t be daydreaming in the middle of fights. Your teammates need to be able to rely on you, to trust that you’ll be there if they call for you.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk about trust,” Kon muttered. What was he doing? This was a bad idea.

Robin’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You come back from a mission, clean yourself up, and what do you do? You put that stupid domino right back on your face. Because you don’t trust us.” Fuck, Kon. Shut up!

Robin tipped his head back like he was rolling his eyes. “I’ve told you: revealing my identity puts my entire family in danger. Batman forbids us from-”

“Yeah, yeah, you can’t tell us because the big bad Bat says so. Since when have you ever taken his rules as gospel? You break curfew at least once a week!” Kon scoffed.

“This isn’t just a me thing, Kon. I have to think about how this affects everyone!”

“And you really think I would reveal your identity? Your family’s identities? Your best fucking friend?”

“Kon-” Robin warned.

“No, really. What do you actually think is going to happen if I find out?”

Robin pinched the bridge of his nose, and Kon hated how cute he looked. Fuck. Not the time. He’s supposed to be angry.

“How did we even get here? This conversation is supposed to be about you and how you’ve been acting lately. Why are we even talking about me right now?”

“Because it’s all your fault!” Kon snapped.

Robin bristled, eyes narrowing. “Oh, it’s my fault, is it?”

“Yes!” Kon tugged at his hair in frustration.

Robin stepped forward, closing the gap between them, getting in Kon’s face. “Enlighten me. How exactly is any of this my fault?”

“What color are your eyes?”

“I-” Robin took a step back in bewilderment. “What?”

“You really want to know why I’m so distracted?” Kon stalked forward, and Robin had to tilt his chin up to maintain eye contact, or at least a cheap imitation of ‘eye contact’ through those colorless lenses.

“Because I don’t even know what color your eyes are, and it is driving me insane,” Kon growled.

Robin stared back, speechless.

Kon lifted his hand to the side of Robin’s face, tracing the domino mask with a finger. Robin didn’t flinch, and Kon’s heart warmed a little despite everything. Even in this moment, he trusted that Kon wouldn’t try to forcibly remove the mask. Kon’s hand drifted down Robin’s face, cradling his cheek. He could hear Robin’s heart skip a beat, his chest moving in quick breaths.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Who you are under that mask. Not because you aren’t enough as Robin! You are…” Kon closed his eyes. “You are everything to me as Robin. But I want to know more. I want to know all of you. Not just half of your life, not just the curated vigilante parts. I want to know who Robin is when he’s just sitting at home in his pajamas watching TV. I want to know who Robin is when he wakes up in the morning and his hair is flattened to the side of his head. I want to be able to see your home and meet your family and feel like I’m not just a coworker and part-time friend. I want to know I mean something to you, like you do to me.”

The subsequent silence stole the air from the room, and while Kon technically didn’t need to breathe, his lungs constricted painfully. The lack of expression in those cold masked eyes made it even worse.

“Look, I’m sorry. That was out of line. Probably violates some kind of fraternization policy in the fine print I definitely didn’t read, you know?” Kon tried to joke, feeling panic start to creep down his spine like a cold drop of water, jerking his hand away from Robin’s face. “Isn’t it your job as team leader to stop us from making fools of ourselves? Come on, man, you can stop me any time!”

A hand shot out to catch his wrist.

“Blue.”

Kon froze. “Huh?”

Robin’s chin raised, white lenses meeting Kon’s eyes. “They’re blue.”

His eyes are blue. Suddenly all of Kon’s dream versions of Robin coalesced into one version, with blue eyes that burned into his soul. Blue. That sounded right. How could he have even thought Robin had green or brown eyes? The idea was absurd to him now. Robin had blue eyes. Water was wet.

Robin’s grip on his wrist loosened, hand traveling down and grasping Kon’s, squeezing it.

“Hey, Kon?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can- oh. Oh. You want to…” Kon trailed off.

Robin bit his lip, and Kon felt like the world had narrowed down to just this room. Instead of hearing the constant hum of cars on the street, the chatter of pedestrians as they crowded into a nearby pub, waves crashing against a nearby dock, all Kon could focus on was the sound of Robin’s heartbeat pounding in his chest, his nervous swallow, his hitching breath.

Kon pulled Robin’s face forward and captured his lips in a kiss.

It was everything Kon had imagined and more. Robin’s lips were smooth against his, because of course this guy regularly applied ChapStick, that’s just like him. Kon’s fingers drifted to the back of his head, tangling in his hair, just as soft as he had imagined. He definitely used an expensive conditioner. He smelled like lilacs and vanilla and leather and Kevlar and the adhesive that kept his mask from falling off his face, and Kon wanted to suffocate himself in the scent. Robin bit down softly on Kon’s bottom lip, like he had his own earlier, and Kon’s hand tightened slightly in his hair. The quiet groan Robin let out stopped Kon in his tracks, worried that he had hurt him, but when he pulled back, Robin yanked him right back in.

Eventually, they had to break apart again, because Robin was human and needed to breathe.

“Robin,” Kon panted, pressing his forehead against his. The ridge of the domino pressed into the bridge of his nose. “Are we moving too fast? Shouldn’t we discuss all of this more? You love discussing things. That’s why you’re such a good leader. Have I told you how good of a leader you are?”

Robin laughed, shaking his head, dropping one last kiss on Kon’s lips before dropping his hands from Kon’s shoulders. Kon immediately regretted opening his big mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” Robin admitted. His cheeks were flushed, hair shooting in every direction, lips red and swollen, and Kon had to tear his gaze away.

“The feeling is mutual. Sometimes I just catch myself watching you during a fight.”

Robin smacked his chest. “And then you end up with a fist to the face!”

“Hey, perk of near invulnerability. Totally worth a couple punches to get to watch you flip around and beat bad guys over the head with your bow-staff. Please thank Nightwing for me, by the way – I assume he taught you the gymnast stuff, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen Batman move like that.”

“I’m not thanking Nightwing for training me because you find it hot,” Robin deadpanned.

Kon laughed, and Robin cracked a smile, but it faded a moment later.

“Especially because…,” he started, hesitating, then shook his head. “Especially because Nightwing is my brother. Like ew, gross.”

Kon was stunned. “Wait, like, really? I mean I know it’s called the Bat Fam but I thought that was just, like, a name for all the Gotham masks. Wait.” Kon’s eyes widened. “Is Batman your DAD–?”

At that moment, Robin’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he looked like a deer in headlights. “Um…” He held up a finger. “One moment.”

He pulled out a sleek black WayneTech phone, and balked at the message on his screen.

“What’s going on? Is there an emergency?” Kon asked.

“Before I answer any more questions, I think I should go talk to Batman,” Robin grimaced.

It was Kon’s turn to balk. “Has he been listening?”

Robin tipped his head back and groaned. “I am going to kill him. He probably put a bug in this thing that activates at his name.”

“We need to talk to your dad about boundaries.”

“He’s- I didn’t say he was-” Robin spluttered.

“Hi, Mr. Batman, sir!” Kon directed towards Robin’s phone.

With a huff, Robin shoved the phone back in his pocket and stomped towards the door, swinging it open. He turned back and pointed a finger in Kon’s direction. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Robin, wait!” Kon flew forward, grasping Robin’s face in his hands. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Robin breathed, cheeks flushed again.

“For telling me about Nightwing. For trusting me with that. I just want you to know… I know I kind of went off on you earlier about it, but… I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, or aren’t ready to do. I am okay waiting. I know you trust me, and I know things with Batman are complicated, and that he’s paranoid or whatever, but I just want you to know that it has been an honor to know you, mask or no mask.”

Robin surged forward and kissed Kon. When he pulled back, he had a look of determination on his face, jaw set and brows furrowed.

“I do trust you, Kon. And I’ll prove it to you. After I kill Batman.”

With that, Robin stalked off towards his bedroom, and a few minutes later, Kon heard his bike squeal out of the garage. He did not envy the Batman right now.