fic: Someone Special
Title: Someone Special
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Kon/Tim, Superboy Prime
Summary: Superboy Prime decides to take something of Kon's
Warnings: slash, stalking
A/N: written for
geministar01's birthday. Hope you have awesome day.
As Tim slunk into his penthouse apartment and took off the jacket to his tux and threw himself down in the first available over stuffed chair, he thought that going three rounds with Killer Croc was more favorable than taking on the rabid debutantes at Bruce's fund raisers. He was seriously going to have words with Dick about his last minute change of plans of not showing up tonight and leaving him the only “available” Wayne heir at the party. Jason at least had the protection of Cass to hide behind, (The 'debs' had found out very early that messing with Jason was dangerous to their health) leaving Tim to fend for himself. Much to the amusement of Cass and Jason, and even a little bit of Bruce.
“He came back for you,” a voice behind from behind Tim said making him jump and turn around. “The impostor came back from the dead, fought through an army of supervillains, to call out your name and fall unconscious in your arms. Very touching. Even the villains spent days talking about it. You two should be more careful. You never know who would take advantage of such an emotional moment.”
Tim peered into the darkness until a man stepped into the small light that the table side lamp gave off. He looked like Superman, but Superman never had the look of disdain on his face that this man had.
Tim felt his eyes go wide as he stood and took a couple steps away from the person that had been dubbed Superboy Prime. “ . . .you.”
Prime smirked at Tim as he stepped further into the room. “What makes you so special? Why did he come back for you?”
“I don't know. Why don't you go ask him?” Tim said. He glanced at the digital clock on his DVD player. It read 12:00, Kon was suppose to be here at 12:05. Kon had watch duty at Titan's Tower tonight until midnight, which is why Kon hadn't been with Tim at the party tonight. They had agreed to meet at Tim's apartment at 12:05.
Five minutes.
A lot could happen in five minutes when dealing with someone like Superboy Prime. Tim had a communicator in his pocket that would alert Batman, Batgirl, Red Hood, the Titans, and even some members of the Justice League that he needed help. All he had to do is reach into his pocket and set off the communicator without the super powerful maniacal villain noticing. Before his hand could even twitch, a beam of heat vision shot out and struck Tim's hand.
Tim was slammed against the nearest wall, Prime's hand around his throat. He tore Tim's pant pocket open and crushed the communicator, tossing it to the ground. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” Prime asked with sneer.
“Can't blame me for trying,” Tim gasped out as he clutched his hand.
Prime smiled as he tightened his grip around Tim's throat. “You're funny,” Prime said as he ran his hand through Tim's hair, down his side, and resting on his hip - fingers digging in and making Tim gasp in pain. “Funny and very very pretty.”
“Kon will be here any second,” Tim said with a glare.
“No he won't,” Prime said as he pulled Tim closer. “By the time he does come though, we'll be far away.”
Kon landed softly on the balcony and slipped through the screen window. He looked around the living room, and saw Tim's jacket thrown over a chair “Tim, Tim are you here yet?”
Kon walked toward the kitchen to get a drink when his boots crunched over something. He looked down and saw the broken remains of one of Tim's communicator and torn fabric. Kon started to get a sinking feeling as he looked around the apartment, there were signs that Tim had been there, the lamp turned on, his keys tossed on the table, the destroyed communicator. Kon clenched his hands as he listened for his lovers heartbeat and hearing none.
“Tim, Where are you?” Kon walked back to Tim's bedroom, only to stop short in the door way. Burned on the wall where the words: 'The Little Bird is Mine Now.'