UNTIL IT'S REWRITTEN

for Tombstone Kidd

by Ri

Kon's world is crashing down around him.

He flies back to his room, as close to top speed as he can go without making too much noise, because someone might *hear* and oh, God, he's trying to *hide* from the *Titans*. Who seem to be fucking crazy, and he's not even going to think about the fact that this may be his own future.

Kon takes a corner a little too sharply, and hears a dull thud as his boot clips the wall. He winces at the sound and at the damage he knows he's leaving behind, but then he just doesn't care because, Tim. He'll tell Tim what he saw, and Tim will come up with a plan, just like always.

If Tim believes him. At this point, Kon's having a hard enough time believing *himself*, so he wouldn't be surprised if Tim thought he was, like, bizarro Superboy, or maybe just losing his mind.

He hasn't ruled that out yet, either. But he still needs to talk to Tim.

He turns another corner, and is so distracted that he almost doesn't see the person standing directly in his path. As it is, Kon can barely throw up his TK like some sort of emergency brake and stumble to a stop without running head-on into

"Batman!" He can count on one hand the number of times he's been this close to the suit, and Kon's so busy being intimidated that it takes him a while to remember who's actually *in* it. "Uh. Tim?"

And the smirk he gets in return is so familiar it makes his head spin, full of conflicting thoughts: Tim and future and *evil*, and it's suddenly too much to handle. Kon squeezes his eyes shut and wishes this wasn't his life.

A hand on his shoulder, sudden and startling, and his first instinct is to shake it off. He tries to back away, but finds himself against the wall of the corridor. Batman moves closer and Kon can't help the flash of fear, even though it feels wrong, because this is *Tim*.

Then Kon looks at the cowl again, remembers what he's just *seen*, and thinks that his fear is completely justified, and probably a healthy survival instinct, too.

And now he's just standing there, staring at Batman. Who's really Tim. Who's still watching him, and *still* hasn't said anything. Kon waits as long as he can stand, then blurts out, "God, Tim, what happened to you? To us?"

A pause, then "Too many bad things, which I can't tell you about. You'll find out soon enough." Batman (Tim, he has to remember that this is Tim) shifts, takes a step closer. "The world changed, and we had to change with it." And Kon knows about Tim and deception, and how it's like a compulsion for the guy, but he never thought it'd apply to *him*. He tries to choose between feeling hurt and pissed off, and decides he's entitled to go with both. Also, he can still see the burn marks where Slade's arm used to be.

"Come on, man, I know bullshit when I hear it. Is that supposed to justify *torturing* people? We don't *do* that!" Suddenly there's a lot less space between them; Kon can feel breath hot on his jaw. Batman (Tim!) leans in, and his voice is a low rumble in Kon's ear. "All that righteous anger. It's been so long since I've seen you like this, Conner. Naive, innocent. It hasn't lost its appeal." Pressing even closer, and Kon's breathing speeds up, his chest tight with something that suddenly doesn't feel a whole lot like anger, anymore.

There's a gloved hand on the wall next to his head, and another tracing along the side of his neck, moving down to smooth along his collarbone. It goes even lower, and Kon can't hold back a gasp at the feel of a thumb rubbing hard circles against his nipple. Over and over again, then a sudden *twist* that sends shocks along Kon's spine, straight to his dick. He gasps again, bites his lip and hitches his hips forward, just a little. The hand keeps going, knuckles drawing a hard line against his stomach, stopping just long enough to tug at the button of his jeans.

It occurs to Kon to think about what's happening, and about how incredibly *crazy* it is and wasn't he on his way to tell people about their horrible future?

He raises a hand to push away from the wall and opens his mouth to say something, *anything* to distract himself from what he's feeling, and maybe get away. But before he can do any of that, there's a hand tight against the back of neck and a tongue in his mouth. Insistent and relentless, and Kon knows that he should stop it, should pull away or push Tim away or *something*, but it feels so good, and he's wanted this for so long, and Batsuit or no, he still *smells* like *Tim*.

And with that thought, Kon is lost. He gives in with a groan, kissing back and rubbing shamelessly at the hand still at his crotch. Tim pops the button open with a flick of his wrist and nudges the zipper down. He's biting Kon's lip and pushing his jeans and boxers just far enough out of the way to get at Kon's dick.

The first stroke makes Kon break the kiss and throw his head back, hitting the wall hard enough to dent it. Tim moves his other hand back to Kon's nipples, pinching and twisting them *hard*, and it feels so good he thinks he might pass out, or at least keep making needy, desperate sounds.

Tim sets a brutal pace, jerking Kon almost perfectly in time with his quick, ragged breathing. He feels Tim's lips drag along his jaw to his ear, talking softly, saying awful, *filthy* things about what he's done to Kon in the past, and he knows it's wrong but it just turns him on *more*.

Because it's *Tim*.

Who lowers his mouth to Kon's neck and bites down just as he *squeezes* Kon's dick, and he cries out and comes so hard his vision goes spotty.

Kon slides down to the floor and closes his eyes. He hears a slight rustling, and when he looks, he's alone in the hallway. He sighs and buries his head in his hands. He just had sex. With an evil Tim. In the *future*.

His head hurts.

Kon sighs again, gets off the ground and fixes himself up as much as he can. He still has no idea what to do.

He goes to find Tim.

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