Re: Cass-o-vision filledusmc75August 2 2011, 05:59:37 UTC
She never understood the whole "gay" thing.
Bad enough she was having problems with words but to find out there were words for concepts she didn't understand was even worse. Sexuality in general was confusing to her and now to find there were different types...well she was about done with the whole language thing altogether.
She'd never seen Conner and Tim in the same room together.
She'd spent more than enough time with Tim and had felt comfortable around him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone else. She didn't have to live up to his standards like Bruce, she wasn't being judged like with Dick and she wasn't being looked at like she was a victim like with Barbara. She knew Tim inside and out, he had what they called a "poker face", which was more than a song she found out, but his body spoke far more than his mouth ever did. She really thought she knew him.
She knew Conner of course, he was her first "crush". Another word that made no sense to her.
She had even rode the top of a train to Smallville once to see more of him before she had gotten to "know" him too. Conner wasn't like anyone else she knew. He talked a lot and was a lot of bluster but inside he was so vulnerable...she had realized pretty fast she would just end up hurting him even more. There was something else too, something she couldn't quite pick up on the first time. He liked her, he really did, but there was a hesitancy, an unsureness that made her think he didn't. Before now she didn't have a word for it.
Now she did.
Tim leans over the batcomputer, unconsciously mimicking Bruce as he concentrates. He is far more a detective than she ever will be and it shows as he flips through the images on the screen with a blur. Conner stands next to him, his arms crossed as he looks on. To anyone else he would look like he was standing at ease, striking a pose as he impatiently waited.
Anyone but her.
She could see how he kept his fists clenched, he was doing far more than that. The way he half leaned in yet kept pushing back, that he was forcing himself not to stand behind Tim as he worked. The straightness of his back as Tim shifted from one leg to another and he fought the urge to look down. She rolled her eyes as she Alfred walked in and he took a half step back.
"I assume you three would like something to drink?" he asked holding out the tray of beverages.
"Man I need a man servant!" Conner says walking over at grabbing for a bottled water. "I mean..." he stutters as Tim looks over at him from the computer. "...I just..." and then in a low voice. "Just shut up Conner."
She watches as Tim looks out of the corner of his eye as Conner downs the drink in one gulp. He sees him swallow as the black t shirt clings to the other boy like a second skin and he shifts again, this time not from standing too long. As soon as Conner looks back Tim focuses on the computer screen. She rolls her eyes again.
"Bored now." she says as she stops drying her hair with the towel. "Call when you got it." she says throwing the towel on the ground. As she points the grapple skywards she looks back at the two of them. "Get a room already." And she is gone.
Conner looks over at Tim. "What did she mean by that?" he asks, trying not to blush.
Tim shrugs as he feels his heart racing in his chest. "No idea." he answers curtly.
"Teenagers." Alfred sighs turning around and walking out quickly. "Honestly. you two are worse than Master Dick and Ms. Gordon." His voice echos down the stairway. "Be smarter than they were, do not use the cave."
Both of them forced themselves not to look at each other as they went back to work.
Bad enough she was having problems with words but to find out there were words for concepts she didn't understand was even worse. Sexuality in general was confusing to her and now to find there were different types...well she was about done with the whole language thing altogether.
She'd never seen Conner and Tim in the same room together.
She'd spent more than enough time with Tim and had felt comfortable around him in a way she hadn't felt with anyone else. She didn't have to live up to his standards like Bruce, she wasn't being judged like with Dick and she wasn't being looked at like she was a victim like with Barbara. She knew Tim inside and out, he had what they called a "poker face", which was more than a song she found out, but his body spoke far more than his mouth ever did. She really thought she knew him.
She knew Conner of course, he was her first "crush". Another word that made no sense to her.
She had even rode the top of a train to Smallville once to see more of him before she had gotten to "know" him too. Conner wasn't like anyone else she knew. He talked a lot and was a lot of bluster but inside he was so vulnerable...she had realized pretty fast she would just end up hurting him even more. There was something else too, something she couldn't quite pick up on the first time. He liked her, he really did, but there was a hesitancy, an unsureness that made her think he didn't. Before now she didn't have a word for it.
Now she did.
Tim leans over the batcomputer, unconsciously mimicking Bruce as he concentrates. He is far more a detective than she ever will be and it shows as he flips through the images on the screen with a blur. Conner stands next to him, his arms crossed as he looks on. To anyone else he would look like he was standing at ease, striking a pose as he impatiently waited.
Anyone but her.
She could see how he kept his fists clenched, he was doing far more than that. The way he half leaned in yet kept pushing back, that he was forcing himself not to stand behind Tim as he worked. The straightness of his back as Tim shifted from one leg to another and he fought the urge to look down. She rolled her eyes as she Alfred walked in and he took a half step back.
"I assume you three would like something to drink?" he asked holding out the tray of beverages.
"Man I need a man servant!" Conner says walking over at grabbing for a bottled water. "I mean..." he stutters as Tim looks over at him from the computer. "...I just..." and then in a low voice. "Just shut up Conner."
She watches as Tim looks out of the corner of his eye as Conner downs the drink in one gulp. He sees him swallow as the black t shirt clings to the other boy like a second skin and he shifts again, this time not from standing too long. As soon as Conner looks back Tim focuses on the computer screen. She rolls her eyes again.
"Bored now." she says as she stops drying her hair with the towel. "Call when you got it." she says throwing the towel on the ground. As she points the grapple skywards she looks back at the two of them. "Get a room already." And she is gone.
Conner looks over at Tim. "What did she mean by that?" he asks, trying not to blush.
Tim shrugs as he feels his heart racing in his chest. "No idea." he answers curtly.
"Teenagers." Alfred sighs turning around and walking out quickly. "Honestly. you two are worse than Master Dick and Ms. Gordon." His voice echos down the stairway. "Be smarter than they were, do not use the cave."
Both of them forced themselves not to look at each other as they went back to work.
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LOL Aww, bless! Loved this, especially the way you described Tim and Kon's body language, the way they're just a little too aware of each other.
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oh boys, just go for it.
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