Fic: Nobody Left to Believe: Chapter One
Title: Nobody Left to Believe
Characters: Jason Todd, Conner Kent; briefly: Krypto, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent
Rating: PG
Warnings:There's some heterosexist bullying (not by Jason or Kon), so if anyone's easily triggered by that you might want to proceed with caution. Also masturbation and consensual voyeurism.
Word Count: 5, 800
Author's Notes: I have been working on this for EVER. And this is only chapter one. There's at least four more chapters coming but I wanted to get it posted so I can actually prove I've done something. And to make people other than me and Dani ship Jason/Kon. Thanks to schizoauthoress for the title and for beta-reading/cheerleading/etc.
Jason’s not sure why he’s doing this. Well, he does, and the reason is “to fuck with the replacement”. What he doesn’t quite know is why he chose this particular way to do it. a shrink would probably say it’s jealously, and hell, Talia would’ve said something like that too, though more subtlety. But he’d rather slit his own throat than listen to a shrink, or to Talia, for that matter.
The point is, he got on a plane to Kansas airport, and from there hired a motorbike and made his way to Smallville. He figures the kid will be more willing to co-operate if he’s on his own turf.
Jason knows he could’ve gone to Superman instead. But Superman’s... well, he’s Superman, and Jason doesn’t really want to mess with him because he remembers the first time he met the guy and how in awe he’d been. And anyway, Superman would probably just call the Justice League. Jason’s got more of a chance to convince the kid not to call the Titans.
He pulls up outside Smallville High just as the last bell rings, and kids start pouring out the front entrance. He turns of the bike and kicks out the stand, leaning back as he watches carefully for the particular kid he’s looking for. It doesn’t take long to spot him, even with the hunched shoulders and glasses. He’s so obvious and Jason doesn’t know how the other kids can’t see it.
“Conner,” Jason keeps his voice low, barely above a whisper, but the kid’s head snaps up anyway, his gaze focused directly on Jason.
Jason makes a “come here” gesture, and after pausing and looking around to see if anyone’s paying attention, Conner walks over.
“Who the hell are you?” Conner asks, arms crossed, radiating defensiveness.
Jason decides not to answer straight away, instead taking the time to look the kid over. He looks kind of haunted, like he hasn’t slept in a week and he probably hasn’t, considering what Jason heard about the whole Luthor thing. His hair’s shorter than it was in Jason’s files, like he’s only had a little while to grow out the shaved head.
“People are more than their genetics, you know,” Jason isn’t sure why the hell he just said that out loud, but it gets a good reaction, so it’s worth it. Conner’s eyes widen, then narrow and he takes a step towards Jason and really, those clothes and stupid glasses aren’t hiding the fact that Superboy is glaring at him.
“Who. Are. You.” It’s said so low and flat that it’s not a question. More of a demand.
Jason considers messing with him a little longer, but decides against, sticking his hand out for Conner to shake, “Jason Todd.”
Conner’s automatically shaking Jason’s hand - Mrs Kent taught him well, apparently - before the name registers. And then his eyes go wide again, staring at Jason’s face, then down at their hands. He lets go quickly.
“Aren’t you dead?!” Conner blurts out. Someone needs to tell him to work on his tact.
Jason laughs anyway, “I got better.”
“Right,” the kid looks skeptical, Jason doesn’t really blame him.
“Why don’t you hop on? We’ll go find somewhere quiet and I’ll tell you all about it...” Jason keeps his voice kind of soft, and from the little choking sound that Conner just made, it had the effect he wanted.
“Do I look like an idiot?” Conner asks, once he’s stopped spluttering.
Jason doesn’t bother answering, just taps a finger against the small, metal box in his pocket. Conner’s eyes suddenly fixate on Jason’s pants, which Jason would comment on if there also wasn’t suddenly a strong hand around his wrist. He manages to fight down his instinctual reaction, because pulling away would probably result in his wrist snapping.
“I’ll ask again, do I look like an idiot?” Conner’s voice is actually a little scary. Jason would bet that he learned that little trick from the replacement.
“Do I?” Jason counters, then adds, “There’s a hell of a lot more where that came from, and if I don’t check in by 5pm, my men are gonna start selling it to anyone with enough cash. I’m sure you don’t want that.”
“Asshole.”
“Get on the bike, Kent.” Jason says flatly.
Conner seems to hesitate, looking around again, but the school is practically empty now and with a resigned sounding sigh, he gets on the bike. Jason huffs out a laugh, because Conner seems to be doing his best to keep as far away from Jason as possible, without falling off the back of the bike. He’s ignoring the fact that this is the most physical contact he’s had in months that doesn’t involve punching.
“Hold on.” Jason says as he revs the engine.
“I’m not gonna fall off,” Conner snaps back.
“Gotta keep up appearances, Conner!” Jason yells over the sound of the bike as he takes off. He laughs to himself when Conner’s arms wrap around his waist, and yep, this is definitely the most physical contact he’s had in a long time.
The trip is short, Jason pulls up out the front of a diner in town, and waits for Conner to get off the bike before climbing off himself. He didn’t bother with helmets, because a) it’s Smallville and b) even if he did get fined, he could pay it easily. Conner can’t seem to decide between scowling or keeping his expression blank to avoid drawing attention to them. Jason gives him a shit-eating grin, and walks into the diner without checking if Kon is following. He sits down in a booth near the back, and a few seconds later Conner slides in opposite, now he’s glaring at Jason, because the other customers in the diner can’t see them from here.
“Is this gonna take long?” Conner’s voice is low and harsh.
“Depends how difficult you make it,” Jason replies conversationally.
“How difficult I make it?" He sounds a little incredulous, but his voice is still pitched low so they can't be overheard, "You're the one who fucking kidnapped me."
"Nah, I'm pretty sure that counted more as blackmail than kidnapping," It's way too much fun to mess with this kid.
Conner's stopped from replying by a waitress coming over, "Can I get you boys anything?"
"I'll have a chilli dog and a coke, thanks. You want anything, Conner? My treat." Jason replies, smiling politely at the waitress, and at Conner.
He gets a little, quick glare in return before Conner turns and smiles at the waitress, "Just a coffee, please."
"Coming right up." The waitress smiles back, writes down their orders and walks away.
"Not hungry?" Jason asks.
Conner scowls, "I have a life, you know, I'm not spending my whole afternoon here with you."
"Aw, and here was I thinking we could have a nice, long chat," he smirks at Conner.
"Aren't you supposed to be one of the good guys?, I thought you were Robin, and you're caring around that." Conner practically hisses at Jason.
Jason shrugs, "Being a "good guy" got me killed."
The kid doesn't seem to have anything to say to that, because he's just staring at the table, tracing the spirals in the wood. The waitress comes back with their food and drinks. Conner adds a spoonful of sugar to his coffee, and takes a sip before it cools down. Jason occupies himself with his chilli dog for a few minutes, taking a long drink of soda before finally speaking.
"I ain't here to hurt you. Just so you're aware."
"Yeah, sure, that's why you threatened me."
"Oh for--" Jason rolls his eyes, "I just wanted to go somewhere to talk properly."
Conner glares at Jason over the top of his coffee mug, "So talk."
"You're very hostile."
Jason feels... something tighten around his wrist, squeezing hard. So that'd be the tactile telekinesis he read about.
"Talk."
"Alright, alright. I'll talk," Jason tries to tug his hand back, it resists for a while, and then Conner lets him go. He sighs and rubs at his wrist, then starts talking, "I stole a shipment of kryptonite from Black Mask - he's a gang lord in Gotham, if you didn't know - and I don't really want it. But I don't wanna hand it over to Daddy Bat either, mostly because it'll piss him off."
Conner regards him for a little while, then says, "So you want me to do something with it?"
"I just want it off my hands, and I sure as hell don't want Big Blue coming down on me if he finds out about it, I'm in the middle of a delicate operation that I can't afford to have messed up."
Both Conner's eyebrows go up.
"What?"
"What exactly do you do, Jason?"
"None of your fucking business." Jason snaps, "And anyway, s'better if you don't know. Plausible deniability and all that."
"So basically you're saying that you want me to help out a supervillain?"
Jason narrows his eyes at Conner, "I'm not a fucking supervillain. If I was, do you think I'd be handing the kryptonite over?"
"... Yeah, alright. You've got a point there," Conner admits, "So what do you want me to do with it?"
"Like I give a fuck. Chuck it into space for all I care. Hell, give it to Batman. But if you tell him I'm alive, I will kill you."
Conner meets Jason's glare levelly, "You're really not making me want to help you."
"Again, I really don't give any fucks whether you want to. The point is that you will. Because you don't have any other option."
There's silence after that. Conner finishes his coffee and Jason eats the rest of his chilli dog. He's not sure what Conner's planning to say, or to do, but before he can ask, Conner startles and cocks his head to the side.
"What is-"
"Shut up." Conner holds up a hand, apparently listening intently to something. "Shit. I have to go."
He stands, but Jason speaks up before he can leave, "What's happening?"
After a moment of hesitation, Conner answers, "Screams. Something metallic sounding. Evil person laughing and demanding money. I'm guessing robots."
"I’ll come with, I can help." Jason tells him as he stands up and pulls a few bills out of his wallet, more than enough to cover their food.
Another brief hesitation, but apparently Conner decides it's easier to just take Jason along than waste time arguing, because he walks out the door, motioning for Jason to follow him into an empty side street. Conner takes off his shirt and glasses, stashing them under a couple of empty milkcrates, and Jason pulls a domino mask out of his jacket pocket, carefully putting it on his face.
"You Bats and your fucking masks," Conner grumbles as he grabs Jason wrist and flies up. Being held like this should be tearing Jason's arm out of its socket, but there's invisible support around his body, holding him up and keeping the wind and g-force from hurting him.
"TTK?" Jason asks.
"Yeah, comes in handy."
"Right,” Jason risks asking the next question, even though he’s a little worried it might get him dropped, “I thought you weren’t doing the superhero thing anymore.”
“Not...” Kon makes a frustrated sound and doesn’t speak again for a while, “Not with the Titans. Or... anything big like that. But I’m not gonna let people get hurt.”
‘You really are Clark’s kid’ is what Jason thinks, but he just says, “Fair enough.”
They lapse into silence again. Jason knows that him being there is slowing Conner down, but they still make it to Wichita within a minute, touching down in the middle of a busy street.
"This is fucking chaotic." Jason comments while Conner catches a car the dude in the mecha suit just threw.
Conner puts the car down gently, and isn’t he a wonderful fucking hero like that? As the mecha starts running at them, Jason darts off to the left. Apparently the guy has lasers, because there’s blast of red heat coming straight at Jason even as the guy is still running towards Superboy. Jason jumps up onto the hood of a car, then leaps from that to grab onto a overhanging street lamp, pulling himself up and out of the way of the blast. As he flips down from the street lamp, he pulls out a handgun and taking quick stock of the scene.
He can’t see Superboy, but the mecha is obviously grappling with something, so Jason can guess where he is. The joints of the suit are usually the weakest points; Jason fires off two shots at each of the shoulders.
At the exact same time that Superboy dismantles the thing.
It’s kinda like watching in slow motion, as the bullets completely miss the robot parts that are not lying on the ground, along with the guy who’d been wearing them. The bullets fired at the left shoulder strike an empty shop window a few feet away, shattering the glass. The second shot that he’d aimed the right shoulder ends up bouncing off Superboy’s chest.
Jason and Conner stare at each other for a few seconds, before Jason offers, “Oops?”
Conner rolls his eyes at Jason before picking up the evil scientist and throwing him over his shoulder, “I’m gonna drop this loser off at the police station, you coming?”
“Nah, flying the Superboy express once today was enough for me, I’m gonna head home.”
Without waiting for Conner to respond, Jason slips away into the crowd that had gathered.
“Hey! What about the krypton-- dammit.” He hears Conner call after him, but it’s more fun to ignore him.
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Kon feels his phone vibrate just as he’s walking in the front door of the farmhouse, Krypto nudging at his knees and barking happily. He drops his bag onto the couch and pulls out his phone with one hand while he scratches behind Krypto’s ears with the other. The number isn’t one he recognizes, and the message itself is just a series of numbers that look kinda like GPS co-ordinates, and a time and date. It takes a moment of staring blankly at the phone screen before he realizes that the date is for today, and the time is in half an hour.
“‘The hell...?” Kon mutters, still kind of staring at the screen.
Krypto whines and headbutts his hand.
“Sorry, boy, apparently I’ve gotta go meet a mysterious-- Oh!” He feels a little stupid for taking so long to work out who the message is from.
“Is something wrong, Conner?” Martha comes in from the backyard with the laundry basket balanced on her hip.
Kon frowns a little, because he told her he’d bring the clothes in off the line, but he just answers her question instead of commenting on that, “Just a superhero thing. I’ve gotta head out for a while.”
Martha stares at him, “You’re going out as Superboy?”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah. I’ve-- it’s something I’ve gotta do. I won’t be...” he doesn’t know how to finish the sentence, ‘dealing with any other heroes’ is what he wants to say, but he’s pretty that will just make Martha frown at him.
She gives him a scrutinizing look, “Alright, but make sure you’re back home in time for dinner, and you still have to do any homework when you get home.”
“Of course,” he smiles and hovers over to give her a quick hug, “I’ll see you later.”
She smiles back and waves him off as he grabs his bag and heads upstairs to change into his Superboy costume - even if that just means stripping down to his t-shirt and fixing up his hair - before leaving via his bedroom window. He waves to Jonathan, who’s out fixing the tractor, then goes straight up to avoid being seen. Kon settles in mid air and fiddles with his phone until he’s got the co-ordinates into a map that can tell him where to go.
The final destination is Virginia so Kon figures he can take the trip slowly since he’s got half an hour before he’s due to meet Jason. At least, he hopes that’s who he’s meeting, because he can’t figure out anyone else who might be sending him mysterious meeting arrangements. Virginia is close enough to Gotham that it makes sense Jason might have some sort of super villain lair set up there.
He spends a few good minutes considering whether or not he should call Tim and tell him about all this, before dismissing the idea because for one, Jason told him not to, and secondly because Kon just... doesn’t know how to deal with Tim right now. He doesn’t know how to deal with any of the Titans. Jason showing up three days ago and threatening him with kryptonite has at least provided him with a good distraction from thinking too hard about everything that went down when Luthor was controlling him.
He puts those thoughts out of his head, focusing instead on the going over the equations he learned in Algebra class, seeing if he can remember them all. He can’t, but it keeps him busy until he’s hovering over Richmond, Virginia, the GPS directions telling him that the co-ordinates are somewhere below him.
It takes him a moment to turn on his microscopic - or maybe telescopic would be more appropriate, Kon is never sure - vision to look down at the streets below, but once he finds a reasonably deserted back street he drops down and walks the rest of the way on foot, his phone chirping out the directions.
He sees Jason leaning against the front window of a store and closes the map as he approaches, tucking his phone into his pocket. It kind of looks like Jason hasn’t changed outfits since Kon last saw him, he’s still in jeans, boots and a zipped up leather jacket.
“Subtle.” Jason remarks, an eyebrow quirked and his gaze directed at the bright red ‘S’ symbol on Kon’s shirt.
“I wasn’t exactly gonna fly in as Conner Kent,” Kon resists the urge to stick his tongue out at Jason, “I’m not planning to stick around.”
The smirk on Jason’s face makes Kon want to punch him, “Yes you are. I thought we could hang out, it’ll be fun.”
Jason pushes himself off the wall as Kon groans and starts walking down the street without even waiting to see if Kon’s gonna respond.
“Fucking Bats,” Kon mutters as he jogs to catch up.
“I heard that,” Jason smiles at him, overly cheerful and obviously forced. That urge to punch him hasn’t gone away.
“Maybe you were supposed to,” Kon grumbles, hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped forward, trying to make the S-shield less obvious.
“Uh-huh,” Jason sounds skeptical, but then he catches sight of Kon’s posture and rolls his eyes, unzipping his jacket to shrug it off and throw it at Kon’s face, “Put that on, S.B.”
Kon catches the jacket with a frown, but puts it on anyway. Jason’s taller than him, but about as broad in the shoulders, and the jacket is a little tight across Kon’s chest once it’s zipped up, but better than wandering around looking like Superboy.
“Not like your clothes count as a costume anyway.”
“I outgrew the spandex,” Kon shrugs, kicking at a loose bit of concrete as they walk along the footpath. Kon has no idea where they’re going, but he’ll follow Jason for now.
“Shame. You looked good in it,” he sees Jason’s smirk and can’t tell how serious he’s being.
He decides to roll with it, “My ass looks just as good in jeans.”
Jason actually leans back to look, which makes Kon laugh, getting a grin - that almost looks real - and a wink from Jason, “Point.”
There’s a comment about scaly green panties on the tip of his tongue, but he remembers seeing that case in the Batcave and decides against it, “How d’you how I looked back then, anyway?”
“Y’think it’s hard to find pictures of you on the internet? You seemed t’be pretty fond of the media,” Jason answers.
It makes Kon stop walking, because he has to stare at Jason for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He hears Jason’s annoyed huff, sees him standing still as well, arms folded across his chest, “Oh. Oh. Ha. Dude, did you google me?”
“So what if I did? Found some interesting fansites.” The smirk is firmly back in place as Kon feels his nose wrinkle in distaste.
“Ew, no, I don’t wanna know about that shit.”
Jason’s smirk widens and he starts walking again, cocking his head in a little “keep up” gesture. Kon scowls at him, but obliges, falling into step beside Jason again, falling into silence. Despite his initial “supervillain” evaluation of Jason, Kon doesn’t actually mind him that much. The teasing is a little annoying, but he’s used to that sort of thing from his old YJ friends.
“Where are we going, anyway?” Kon asks, after they’ve been walking for a few minutes.
“Who said we’re going anywhere? Maybe I just wanted the company?” Jason sounds casual, serious, but Kon’s pretty sure he’s joking.
“Does that mean I’m not getting the kryptonite today?”
Jason clicks his tongue in reproach, “It’s always work work work with you superhero folk, isn’t it? Don’t ya know how to have fun?”
“I’m fun. I’m the best fun, just not when I’m worrying about someone having a crate of rocks that could kill me.” Kon narrows his eyes at Jason, but he can also tell that he’s pouting and it probably ruins the effect.
“Maybe I’ll let you prove it sometime,” he winks at Kon again and there’s really no doubt what he’s suggesting.
“You keep saying stuff like that, a guy might get the wrong idea.”
“Who says it’d be the wrong idea?”
Kon is... pretty sure he shouldn’t be doing this, he promised himself he’d stop flirting with supervillains after everything that went down with Knockout. He just rolls his eyes at Jason and picks up the pace, even though he has no idea where they’re going.
“Aw, have I got you flustered?” Jason’s voice is mocking, just like his smirk.
Kon makes a face at him, “I don’t get flustered.”
“So you’re just disappointed that I didn’t tell you this was a date?”
“This is not a date,” He shoots a glare at Jason for good measure.
“It’s totally a date, you’re even wearing my jacket.”
“Only ‘cause you didn’t tell me we’d be wandering around the city for no apparent reason.”
Jason turns his head to look Conner dead in the eyes, his voice flat, “Wanna hold hands?”
“Sure,” Kon grins, calling Jason’s bluff by reaching out to grab his hand.
Jason’s gone though, stepped a few feet sideways and shoving his hands in his pockets without looking at Kon. He expected a refusal, but he’s kind of surprised at how quickly Jason reacted, like it’d be the end of the world if Kon touched him, despite the fact he’s already carried him around once.
“Sorry,” it’s mumbled so quietly Kon’s pretty sure he’s not meant to have heard it.
He shrugs, not knowing whether to comment on it or not, and the conversation dies. It’s a little awkward, but Kon resists the urge to talk just for the sake of talking, not wanting to annoy Jason more than he already apparently has. He’s not sure what Jason’s issue is with being touched, but it’s not really his place to press and he doesn’t want to risk annoying Jason before the kryptonite is secured.
There isn’t much left of the walk anyway, although they seem to have back tracked a little, which makes Kon wonder if Jason was being serious about the “just wanting company” part. Jason leads him into an empty car park, heading straight to the roof where there’s a crate waiting for him. He tenses automatically, especially when he sees the four armed men guarding it.
“S’okay, they work for me, and the crate’s lead-lined.” Jason says as he makes a shoo-ing gesture at the men; they all leave.
Kon forces a laugh, hoping it doesn't sound too pathetic, “I can’t even check if the kryptonite’s actually in there.”
“I’m not interested in tricking you. It’s all in there.” Kon shoots Jason a disbelieving look until he amends, “Alright, so most of it’s in there. Can you blame a guy for wanting an insurance policy? ‘Specially after what Luthor made you do.”
Kon feels himself wince, looking away. It makes his skin crawl, thinking about it, “Can I just take my kryptonite and go?”
“You really need to stop beating yourself up over that. Your dad gets mind controlled all the time, s’why Bats has that green ring of his.”
“My dad?” The ridiculousness of the statement is enough to drag Kon out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, Big Blue, ain’t he your dad?”
“He’s more genetic donor, he’s never really cared enough to be my dad. Jim was more of a dad than Clark’s ever been.” He feels a little silly for having said all that out loud but Jason just... smiles at him, soft and understanding. Kon thinks it’s the first honest expression he’s seen on Jason’s face.
“I know how that is.” Then he shrugs and the smile is gone, “Now take your kryptonite and go home. You probably have cows to milk or something.”
“Cows get milked in the morning,” Kon replies with an eyeroll, focusing on the easy banter instead of the feeling of the crate as he lays his hand against it.
“Fine, you’ve gotta go plow fields or sow your seed or whatever,” Jason’s tone is teasing, and Kon knows that if he looked up that smirk would be back.
“Do you get your lines from bad Nineties pornos?” Kon asks, just as teasing, as he hovers up a few feet, bringing the crate with him, “Some bullshit called like, ‘Farmboy and Cityboy Fuck’?”
“Sounds fun, we could try it sometime.”
Kon does look this time, to see the smirk he expected, along with Jason licking his lips, “Yeah, sure, I really love it when someone threatens to kill me with a glowing green rock.”
“Really? Never picked you for the type, but if that’s what gets you off....” that smirk is fucking insufferable.
“You need t’work on your sarcasm detector.” Kon says flatly.
“So you don’t want me to beat you up? Not even a little?” Jason pinches his fingers together.
“Not even a little.” Kon replies, “And I’m leaving now.”
“But we haven’t even got to the fun part!” Jason’s all perky and grinning wide.
Kon ignores him in favor of flying up higher, “See ya.”
He flies out over the city without waiting for Jason’s reply, though he hears him call, “You could at least say ‘thank you’!”. He briefly feels a little guilty about it, but he firmly reminds himself that Jason is a bad guy, and that he’s allowed to not say ‘thank you’ to bad guys.
No matter how hot they are.
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Putting a bug on Conner was probably a stupid idea, but Jason had seen the chance - this way he can be certain Conner doesn’t tell anyone about him - and now there’s a tiny device on Kon’s belt buckle and Jason is listening in to ‘Adventures in Smallville’. He’s heard Conner doing chores around the farm and decided he’s starting a personal vendetta against chickens, the noisy fuckers. School is even more boring, he listens in on the droning of teachers and students, it becomes background noise as Jason goes over his plans for the next few days, until he hears a loud slam.
“Watch it.” Conner’s voice is indignant and there’s the sound of shuffling books.
“You got a problem, Kent?” Another voice, male, and now Jason is definitely interested.
“Fuck off, Blake,” is Conner’s reply, making the other guy - Blake - laugh.
“I just wanna ask a question.” He’s trying to sound innocent, Jason can tell he’s not.
“Fine. Ask your question, then fuck off.”
There’s silence, during which Jason leans forward in his seat, curious.
“Which one of you takes it up the ass?”
Jason is too busy trying not to choke on his own tongue that he nearly misses Conner’s, “What the fuck?!”
“Craig saw you with your boyfriend the other day, said you pulled up to the diner on a motorbike. I never figured you for the bitch though, so I thought I’d ask.” Jason kind of wants the punch the smug-sounding bastard. Or maybe he’ll shoot him, he’s not fussy.
The locker door slams again and for a second, Jason thinks Conner is going to storm off without replying. He’s disappointed, hoping Conner would at least chew the guy out for the shitty attitude.
“Well, Kent?” Now Jason’s expecting to hear Conner hit him, that would be something he'd like to overhear.
“You know...” Conner’s tone is casual, “If you wanted to see whether I’d be interested in fucking you, you could’ve just asked.”
Jason laughs, hearing Blake splutter as Conner walks away. He gets out his phone and types up a text.
‘What makes u think ur the top?’
Conner’s phone must be in his pocket, because Jason can hear the vibration through the listening device. He also hears the little choked sound that Conner makes.
The message he gets back is just an ellipsis, it makes him laugh.
‘Whats wrong?’
‘Did u bug me?!’
‘Lil bit’
‘What wrong with u?’
‘Lotsa things’
‘Fuck u’
‘No but seriously, if ur gonna go around lettin people think were fucking at least get it right and tell em whos fucking who’
He waits for a reply, or to hear Conner typing a reply, but all he gets is an angry growl and the sound of Conner sitting down at his desk, then the teacher's voice starts up. Jason doubts he’s going to get much more.
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Jason had let the sound from Conner’s audio link go unattended for a few hours. He’s been out for a while, bagged some mobsters and a drug dealer or two, and now he’s kicking back with a bottle of beer, checking out the recordings from around Gotham’s schools, to make sure everyone’s following his rules.
He gets distracted by a moan.
“What...?” he asks out loud as he tries to work out where that came from, it doesn’t take him too long to figure it out, pulling up the link on his computer that shows the listening device attached to Conner is still live.
There’s a second moan, but this one is muffled and now Jason can hear clink of Conner’s belt buckle as it moves and. Oh.
Oh.
From the fact Jason can hear the slick noise of skin on skin, Conner must have only pushed his jeans down a little bit, enough that the device is picking up the slide of what has to be Kon’s hand around his dick. The moans that keep coming are muffled, and the only other sound is the slight creak of Kon’s bed.
Jason should stop listening. He should have stopped listening a few seconds ago when he realized what he was overhearing. Except Conner must remember that Jason had bugged him, so he has to be doing this on purpose.
“Oh fuck...” That’s Conner’s voice, not muffled anymore and Jason knows for sure that this has to be some sort of charade, just to get him back for planting the device. “God, Jason...”
Reminding himself of that doesn’t stop the way Jason’s cock twitches in response to hearing Conner moan his name. He should stop listening, but this is clearly some sort of game and Jason never loses. Conner’s voice is clearer now, loud enough that Jason can hear the way his breathing is speeding up, the way the moans become breathless, the occasional cries of “Jason”, “Yes” and “Fuck” become shakier and the way the sound of Conner’s hand moving gets harsher, faster. Jason’s half hard, heel of his hand pressed against himself and he’s biting down on his lip.
He can’t help thinking about it, Conner half naked on his bed, pants pushed down and shirt rucked up. Conner’s hand, slick with lube and wrapped around his own cock that must be leaking with precome by now. Jason licks his lips and slips his hand into his pants, undoing his belt and zip with his left hand, and squeezing his own growing erection.
He’s not sure how much time has passed before the short moans turn into a long, low groan, followed by a silence that’s only broken by Conner’s breathing and Jason’s own little whine. He wants to see; see what Conner must look like, flushed and panting, come splashed across his abs. He closes his eyes and imagines it, what it’d be like to be there and feel Conner’s muscle tense underneath his tongue as he licked the come off his stomach. Jason moans and climaxes with that thought, hips pushing roughly into the tight circle of his fist.
“Still with me?” Conner’s voice comes over the line.
“Fuck.” Jason responds out loud, even though he can’t be heard.
“I was thinking of you, you know, thinking about fucking you...” there’s a tease in the voice and it makes Jason shiver.
He gets out his phone with his left hand and sends off a quick text.
‘very funny. i know how 2 fake it 2.’
He hears the phone go off, a simple beep and there’s the ruffle of clothing and a huff of laugh before Conner speaks, “I wasn’t faking it.”
‘maybe i should come over and install cameras. just 2 b sure.’
“Go for it. I can put on a proper show for you, then.” He can hear the smirk in Conner’s voice.
Jason is kind of embarrassed by the eager sound that escapes his mouth at that. He shuts off the connection.
Characters: Jason Todd, Conner Kent; briefly: Krypto, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent
Rating: PG
Warnings:There's some heterosexist bullying (not by Jason or Kon), so if anyone's easily triggered by that you might want to proceed with caution. Also masturbation and consensual voyeurism.
Word Count: 5, 800
Author's Notes: I have been working on this for EVER. And this is only chapter one. There's at least four more chapters coming but I wanted to get it posted so I can actually prove I've done something. And to make people other than me and Dani ship Jason/Kon. Thanks to schizoauthoress for the title and for beta-reading/cheerleading/etc.
Jason’s not sure why he’s doing this. Well, he does, and the reason is “to fuck with the replacement”. What he doesn’t quite know is why he chose this particular way to do it. a shrink would probably say it’s jealously, and hell, Talia would’ve said something like that too, though more subtlety. But he’d rather slit his own throat than listen to a shrink, or to Talia, for that matter.
The point is, he got on a plane to Kansas airport, and from there hired a motorbike and made his way to Smallville. He figures the kid will be more willing to co-operate if he’s on his own turf.
Jason knows he could’ve gone to Superman instead. But Superman’s... well, he’s Superman, and Jason doesn’t really want to mess with him because he remembers the first time he met the guy and how in awe he’d been. And anyway, Superman would probably just call the Justice League. Jason’s got more of a chance to convince the kid not to call the Titans.
He pulls up outside Smallville High just as the last bell rings, and kids start pouring out the front entrance. He turns of the bike and kicks out the stand, leaning back as he watches carefully for the particular kid he’s looking for. It doesn’t take long to spot him, even with the hunched shoulders and glasses. He’s so obvious and Jason doesn’t know how the other kids can’t see it.
“Conner,” Jason keeps his voice low, barely above a whisper, but the kid’s head snaps up anyway, his gaze focused directly on Jason.
Jason makes a “come here” gesture, and after pausing and looking around to see if anyone’s paying attention, Conner walks over.
“Who the hell are you?” Conner asks, arms crossed, radiating defensiveness.
Jason decides not to answer straight away, instead taking the time to look the kid over. He looks kind of haunted, like he hasn’t slept in a week and he probably hasn’t, considering what Jason heard about the whole Luthor thing. His hair’s shorter than it was in Jason’s files, like he’s only had a little while to grow out the shaved head.
“People are more than their genetics, you know,” Jason isn’t sure why the hell he just said that out loud, but it gets a good reaction, so it’s worth it. Conner’s eyes widen, then narrow and he takes a step towards Jason and really, those clothes and stupid glasses aren’t hiding the fact that Superboy is glaring at him.
“Who. Are. You.” It’s said so low and flat that it’s not a question. More of a demand.
Jason considers messing with him a little longer, but decides against, sticking his hand out for Conner to shake, “Jason Todd.”
Conner’s automatically shaking Jason’s hand - Mrs Kent taught him well, apparently - before the name registers. And then his eyes go wide again, staring at Jason’s face, then down at their hands. He lets go quickly.
“Aren’t you dead?!” Conner blurts out. Someone needs to tell him to work on his tact.
Jason laughs anyway, “I got better.”
“Right,” the kid looks skeptical, Jason doesn’t really blame him.
“Why don’t you hop on? We’ll go find somewhere quiet and I’ll tell you all about it...” Jason keeps his voice kind of soft, and from the little choking sound that Conner just made, it had the effect he wanted.
“Do I look like an idiot?” Conner asks, once he’s stopped spluttering.
Jason doesn’t bother answering, just taps a finger against the small, metal box in his pocket. Conner’s eyes suddenly fixate on Jason’s pants, which Jason would comment on if there also wasn’t suddenly a strong hand around his wrist. He manages to fight down his instinctual reaction, because pulling away would probably result in his wrist snapping.
“I’ll ask again, do I look like an idiot?” Conner’s voice is actually a little scary. Jason would bet that he learned that little trick from the replacement.
“Do I?” Jason counters, then adds, “There’s a hell of a lot more where that came from, and if I don’t check in by 5pm, my men are gonna start selling it to anyone with enough cash. I’m sure you don’t want that.”
“Asshole.”
“Get on the bike, Kent.” Jason says flatly.
Conner seems to hesitate, looking around again, but the school is practically empty now and with a resigned sounding sigh, he gets on the bike. Jason huffs out a laugh, because Conner seems to be doing his best to keep as far away from Jason as possible, without falling off the back of the bike. He’s ignoring the fact that this is the most physical contact he’s had in months that doesn’t involve punching.
“Hold on.” Jason says as he revs the engine.
“I’m not gonna fall off,” Conner snaps back.
“Gotta keep up appearances, Conner!” Jason yells over the sound of the bike as he takes off. He laughs to himself when Conner’s arms wrap around his waist, and yep, this is definitely the most physical contact he’s had in a long time.
The trip is short, Jason pulls up out the front of a diner in town, and waits for Conner to get off the bike before climbing off himself. He didn’t bother with helmets, because a) it’s Smallville and b) even if he did get fined, he could pay it easily. Conner can’t seem to decide between scowling or keeping his expression blank to avoid drawing attention to them. Jason gives him a shit-eating grin, and walks into the diner without checking if Kon is following. He sits down in a booth near the back, and a few seconds later Conner slides in opposite, now he’s glaring at Jason, because the other customers in the diner can’t see them from here.
“Is this gonna take long?” Conner’s voice is low and harsh.
“Depends how difficult you make it,” Jason replies conversationally.
“How difficult I make it?" He sounds a little incredulous, but his voice is still pitched low so they can't be overheard, "You're the one who fucking kidnapped me."
"Nah, I'm pretty sure that counted more as blackmail than kidnapping," It's way too much fun to mess with this kid.
Conner's stopped from replying by a waitress coming over, "Can I get you boys anything?"
"I'll have a chilli dog and a coke, thanks. You want anything, Conner? My treat." Jason replies, smiling politely at the waitress, and at Conner.
He gets a little, quick glare in return before Conner turns and smiles at the waitress, "Just a coffee, please."
"Coming right up." The waitress smiles back, writes down their orders and walks away.
"Not hungry?" Jason asks.
Conner scowls, "I have a life, you know, I'm not spending my whole afternoon here with you."
"Aw, and here was I thinking we could have a nice, long chat," he smirks at Conner.
"Aren't you supposed to be one of the good guys?, I thought you were Robin, and you're caring around that." Conner practically hisses at Jason.
Jason shrugs, "Being a "good guy" got me killed."
The kid doesn't seem to have anything to say to that, because he's just staring at the table, tracing the spirals in the wood. The waitress comes back with their food and drinks. Conner adds a spoonful of sugar to his coffee, and takes a sip before it cools down. Jason occupies himself with his chilli dog for a few minutes, taking a long drink of soda before finally speaking.
"I ain't here to hurt you. Just so you're aware."
"Yeah, sure, that's why you threatened me."
"Oh for--" Jason rolls his eyes, "I just wanted to go somewhere to talk properly."
Conner glares at Jason over the top of his coffee mug, "So talk."
"You're very hostile."
Jason feels... something tighten around his wrist, squeezing hard. So that'd be the tactile telekinesis he read about.
"Talk."
"Alright, alright. I'll talk," Jason tries to tug his hand back, it resists for a while, and then Conner lets him go. He sighs and rubs at his wrist, then starts talking, "I stole a shipment of kryptonite from Black Mask - he's a gang lord in Gotham, if you didn't know - and I don't really want it. But I don't wanna hand it over to Daddy Bat either, mostly because it'll piss him off."
Conner regards him for a little while, then says, "So you want me to do something with it?"
"I just want it off my hands, and I sure as hell don't want Big Blue coming down on me if he finds out about it, I'm in the middle of a delicate operation that I can't afford to have messed up."
Both Conner's eyebrows go up.
"What?"
"What exactly do you do, Jason?"
"None of your fucking business." Jason snaps, "And anyway, s'better if you don't know. Plausible deniability and all that."
"So basically you're saying that you want me to help out a supervillain?"
Jason narrows his eyes at Conner, "I'm not a fucking supervillain. If I was, do you think I'd be handing the kryptonite over?"
"... Yeah, alright. You've got a point there," Conner admits, "So what do you want me to do with it?"
"Like I give a fuck. Chuck it into space for all I care. Hell, give it to Batman. But if you tell him I'm alive, I will kill you."
Conner meets Jason's glare levelly, "You're really not making me want to help you."
"Again, I really don't give any fucks whether you want to. The point is that you will. Because you don't have any other option."
There's silence after that. Conner finishes his coffee and Jason eats the rest of his chilli dog. He's not sure what Conner's planning to say, or to do, but before he can ask, Conner startles and cocks his head to the side.
"What is-"
"Shut up." Conner holds up a hand, apparently listening intently to something. "Shit. I have to go."
He stands, but Jason speaks up before he can leave, "What's happening?"
After a moment of hesitation, Conner answers, "Screams. Something metallic sounding. Evil person laughing and demanding money. I'm guessing robots."
"I’ll come with, I can help." Jason tells him as he stands up and pulls a few bills out of his wallet, more than enough to cover their food.
Another brief hesitation, but apparently Conner decides it's easier to just take Jason along than waste time arguing, because he walks out the door, motioning for Jason to follow him into an empty side street. Conner takes off his shirt and glasses, stashing them under a couple of empty milkcrates, and Jason pulls a domino mask out of his jacket pocket, carefully putting it on his face.
"You Bats and your fucking masks," Conner grumbles as he grabs Jason wrist and flies up. Being held like this should be tearing Jason's arm out of its socket, but there's invisible support around his body, holding him up and keeping the wind and g-force from hurting him.
"TTK?" Jason asks.
"Yeah, comes in handy."
"Right,” Jason risks asking the next question, even though he’s a little worried it might get him dropped, “I thought you weren’t doing the superhero thing anymore.”
“Not...” Kon makes a frustrated sound and doesn’t speak again for a while, “Not with the Titans. Or... anything big like that. But I’m not gonna let people get hurt.”
‘You really are Clark’s kid’ is what Jason thinks, but he just says, “Fair enough.”
They lapse into silence again. Jason knows that him being there is slowing Conner down, but they still make it to Wichita within a minute, touching down in the middle of a busy street.
"This is fucking chaotic." Jason comments while Conner catches a car the dude in the mecha suit just threw.
Conner puts the car down gently, and isn’t he a wonderful fucking hero like that? As the mecha starts running at them, Jason darts off to the left. Apparently the guy has lasers, because there’s blast of red heat coming straight at Jason even as the guy is still running towards Superboy. Jason jumps up onto the hood of a car, then leaps from that to grab onto a overhanging street lamp, pulling himself up and out of the way of the blast. As he flips down from the street lamp, he pulls out a handgun and taking quick stock of the scene.
He can’t see Superboy, but the mecha is obviously grappling with something, so Jason can guess where he is. The joints of the suit are usually the weakest points; Jason fires off two shots at each of the shoulders.
At the exact same time that Superboy dismantles the thing.
It’s kinda like watching in slow motion, as the bullets completely miss the robot parts that are not lying on the ground, along with the guy who’d been wearing them. The bullets fired at the left shoulder strike an empty shop window a few feet away, shattering the glass. The second shot that he’d aimed the right shoulder ends up bouncing off Superboy’s chest.
Jason and Conner stare at each other for a few seconds, before Jason offers, “Oops?”
Conner rolls his eyes at Jason before picking up the evil scientist and throwing him over his shoulder, “I’m gonna drop this loser off at the police station, you coming?”
“Nah, flying the Superboy express once today was enough for me, I’m gonna head home.”
Without waiting for Conner to respond, Jason slips away into the crowd that had gathered.
“Hey! What about the krypton-- dammit.” He hears Conner call after him, but it’s more fun to ignore him.
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Kon feels his phone vibrate just as he’s walking in the front door of the farmhouse, Krypto nudging at his knees and barking happily. He drops his bag onto the couch and pulls out his phone with one hand while he scratches behind Krypto’s ears with the other. The number isn’t one he recognizes, and the message itself is just a series of numbers that look kinda like GPS co-ordinates, and a time and date. It takes a moment of staring blankly at the phone screen before he realizes that the date is for today, and the time is in half an hour.
“‘The hell...?” Kon mutters, still kind of staring at the screen.
Krypto whines and headbutts his hand.
“Sorry, boy, apparently I’ve gotta go meet a mysterious-- Oh!” He feels a little stupid for taking so long to work out who the message is from.
“Is something wrong, Conner?” Martha comes in from the backyard with the laundry basket balanced on her hip.
Kon frowns a little, because he told her he’d bring the clothes in off the line, but he just answers her question instead of commenting on that, “Just a superhero thing. I’ve gotta head out for a while.”
Martha stares at him, “You’re going out as Superboy?”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah. I’ve-- it’s something I’ve gotta do. I won’t be...” he doesn’t know how to finish the sentence, ‘dealing with any other heroes’ is what he wants to say, but he’s pretty that will just make Martha frown at him.
She gives him a scrutinizing look, “Alright, but make sure you’re back home in time for dinner, and you still have to do any homework when you get home.”
“Of course,” he smiles and hovers over to give her a quick hug, “I’ll see you later.”
She smiles back and waves him off as he grabs his bag and heads upstairs to change into his Superboy costume - even if that just means stripping down to his t-shirt and fixing up his hair - before leaving via his bedroom window. He waves to Jonathan, who’s out fixing the tractor, then goes straight up to avoid being seen. Kon settles in mid air and fiddles with his phone until he’s got the co-ordinates into a map that can tell him where to go.
The final destination is Virginia so Kon figures he can take the trip slowly since he’s got half an hour before he’s due to meet Jason. At least, he hopes that’s who he’s meeting, because he can’t figure out anyone else who might be sending him mysterious meeting arrangements. Virginia is close enough to Gotham that it makes sense Jason might have some sort of super villain lair set up there.
He spends a few good minutes considering whether or not he should call Tim and tell him about all this, before dismissing the idea because for one, Jason told him not to, and secondly because Kon just... doesn’t know how to deal with Tim right now. He doesn’t know how to deal with any of the Titans. Jason showing up three days ago and threatening him with kryptonite has at least provided him with a good distraction from thinking too hard about everything that went down when Luthor was controlling him.
He puts those thoughts out of his head, focusing instead on the going over the equations he learned in Algebra class, seeing if he can remember them all. He can’t, but it keeps him busy until he’s hovering over Richmond, Virginia, the GPS directions telling him that the co-ordinates are somewhere below him.
It takes him a moment to turn on his microscopic - or maybe telescopic would be more appropriate, Kon is never sure - vision to look down at the streets below, but once he finds a reasonably deserted back street he drops down and walks the rest of the way on foot, his phone chirping out the directions.
He sees Jason leaning against the front window of a store and closes the map as he approaches, tucking his phone into his pocket. It kind of looks like Jason hasn’t changed outfits since Kon last saw him, he’s still in jeans, boots and a zipped up leather jacket.
“Subtle.” Jason remarks, an eyebrow quirked and his gaze directed at the bright red ‘S’ symbol on Kon’s shirt.
“I wasn’t exactly gonna fly in as Conner Kent,” Kon resists the urge to stick his tongue out at Jason, “I’m not planning to stick around.”
The smirk on Jason’s face makes Kon want to punch him, “Yes you are. I thought we could hang out, it’ll be fun.”
Jason pushes himself off the wall as Kon groans and starts walking down the street without even waiting to see if Kon’s gonna respond.
“Fucking Bats,” Kon mutters as he jogs to catch up.
“I heard that,” Jason smiles at him, overly cheerful and obviously forced. That urge to punch him hasn’t gone away.
“Maybe you were supposed to,” Kon grumbles, hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped forward, trying to make the S-shield less obvious.
“Uh-huh,” Jason sounds skeptical, but then he catches sight of Kon’s posture and rolls his eyes, unzipping his jacket to shrug it off and throw it at Kon’s face, “Put that on, S.B.”
Kon catches the jacket with a frown, but puts it on anyway. Jason’s taller than him, but about as broad in the shoulders, and the jacket is a little tight across Kon’s chest once it’s zipped up, but better than wandering around looking like Superboy.
“Not like your clothes count as a costume anyway.”
“I outgrew the spandex,” Kon shrugs, kicking at a loose bit of concrete as they walk along the footpath. Kon has no idea where they’re going, but he’ll follow Jason for now.
“Shame. You looked good in it,” he sees Jason’s smirk and can’t tell how serious he’s being.
He decides to roll with it, “My ass looks just as good in jeans.”
Jason actually leans back to look, which makes Kon laugh, getting a grin - that almost looks real - and a wink from Jason, “Point.”
There’s a comment about scaly green panties on the tip of his tongue, but he remembers seeing that case in the Batcave and decides against it, “How d’you how I looked back then, anyway?”
“Y’think it’s hard to find pictures of you on the internet? You seemed t’be pretty fond of the media,” Jason answers.
It makes Kon stop walking, because he has to stare at Jason for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He hears Jason’s annoyed huff, sees him standing still as well, arms folded across his chest, “Oh. Oh. Ha. Dude, did you google me?”
“So what if I did? Found some interesting fansites.” The smirk is firmly back in place as Kon feels his nose wrinkle in distaste.
“Ew, no, I don’t wanna know about that shit.”
Jason’s smirk widens and he starts walking again, cocking his head in a little “keep up” gesture. Kon scowls at him, but obliges, falling into step beside Jason again, falling into silence. Despite his initial “supervillain” evaluation of Jason, Kon doesn’t actually mind him that much. The teasing is a little annoying, but he’s used to that sort of thing from his old YJ friends.
“Where are we going, anyway?” Kon asks, after they’ve been walking for a few minutes.
“Who said we’re going anywhere? Maybe I just wanted the company?” Jason sounds casual, serious, but Kon’s pretty sure he’s joking.
“Does that mean I’m not getting the kryptonite today?”
Jason clicks his tongue in reproach, “It’s always work work work with you superhero folk, isn’t it? Don’t ya know how to have fun?”
“I’m fun. I’m the best fun, just not when I’m worrying about someone having a crate of rocks that could kill me.” Kon narrows his eyes at Jason, but he can also tell that he’s pouting and it probably ruins the effect.
“Maybe I’ll let you prove it sometime,” he winks at Kon again and there’s really no doubt what he’s suggesting.
“You keep saying stuff like that, a guy might get the wrong idea.”
“Who says it’d be the wrong idea?”
Kon is... pretty sure he shouldn’t be doing this, he promised himself he’d stop flirting with supervillains after everything that went down with Knockout. He just rolls his eyes at Jason and picks up the pace, even though he has no idea where they’re going.
“Aw, have I got you flustered?” Jason’s voice is mocking, just like his smirk.
Kon makes a face at him, “I don’t get flustered.”
“So you’re just disappointed that I didn’t tell you this was a date?”
“This is not a date,” He shoots a glare at Jason for good measure.
“It’s totally a date, you’re even wearing my jacket.”
“Only ‘cause you didn’t tell me we’d be wandering around the city for no apparent reason.”
Jason turns his head to look Conner dead in the eyes, his voice flat, “Wanna hold hands?”
“Sure,” Kon grins, calling Jason’s bluff by reaching out to grab his hand.
Jason’s gone though, stepped a few feet sideways and shoving his hands in his pockets without looking at Kon. He expected a refusal, but he’s kind of surprised at how quickly Jason reacted, like it’d be the end of the world if Kon touched him, despite the fact he’s already carried him around once.
“Sorry,” it’s mumbled so quietly Kon’s pretty sure he’s not meant to have heard it.
He shrugs, not knowing whether to comment on it or not, and the conversation dies. It’s a little awkward, but Kon resists the urge to talk just for the sake of talking, not wanting to annoy Jason more than he already apparently has. He’s not sure what Jason’s issue is with being touched, but it’s not really his place to press and he doesn’t want to risk annoying Jason before the kryptonite is secured.
There isn’t much left of the walk anyway, although they seem to have back tracked a little, which makes Kon wonder if Jason was being serious about the “just wanting company” part. Jason leads him into an empty car park, heading straight to the roof where there’s a crate waiting for him. He tenses automatically, especially when he sees the four armed men guarding it.
“S’okay, they work for me, and the crate’s lead-lined.” Jason says as he makes a shoo-ing gesture at the men; they all leave.
Kon forces a laugh, hoping it doesn't sound too pathetic, “I can’t even check if the kryptonite’s actually in there.”
“I’m not interested in tricking you. It’s all in there.” Kon shoots Jason a disbelieving look until he amends, “Alright, so most of it’s in there. Can you blame a guy for wanting an insurance policy? ‘Specially after what Luthor made you do.”
Kon feels himself wince, looking away. It makes his skin crawl, thinking about it, “Can I just take my kryptonite and go?”
“You really need to stop beating yourself up over that. Your dad gets mind controlled all the time, s’why Bats has that green ring of his.”
“My dad?” The ridiculousness of the statement is enough to drag Kon out of his thoughts.
“Yeah, Big Blue, ain’t he your dad?”
“He’s more genetic donor, he’s never really cared enough to be my dad. Jim was more of a dad than Clark’s ever been.” He feels a little silly for having said all that out loud but Jason just... smiles at him, soft and understanding. Kon thinks it’s the first honest expression he’s seen on Jason’s face.
“I know how that is.” Then he shrugs and the smile is gone, “Now take your kryptonite and go home. You probably have cows to milk or something.”
“Cows get milked in the morning,” Kon replies with an eyeroll, focusing on the easy banter instead of the feeling of the crate as he lays his hand against it.
“Fine, you’ve gotta go plow fields or sow your seed or whatever,” Jason’s tone is teasing, and Kon knows that if he looked up that smirk would be back.
“Do you get your lines from bad Nineties pornos?” Kon asks, just as teasing, as he hovers up a few feet, bringing the crate with him, “Some bullshit called like, ‘Farmboy and Cityboy Fuck’?”
“Sounds fun, we could try it sometime.”
Kon does look this time, to see the smirk he expected, along with Jason licking his lips, “Yeah, sure, I really love it when someone threatens to kill me with a glowing green rock.”
“Really? Never picked you for the type, but if that’s what gets you off....” that smirk is fucking insufferable.
“You need t’work on your sarcasm detector.” Kon says flatly.
“So you don’t want me to beat you up? Not even a little?” Jason pinches his fingers together.
“Not even a little.” Kon replies, “And I’m leaving now.”
“But we haven’t even got to the fun part!” Jason’s all perky and grinning wide.
Kon ignores him in favor of flying up higher, “See ya.”
He flies out over the city without waiting for Jason’s reply, though he hears him call, “You could at least say ‘thank you’!”. He briefly feels a little guilty about it, but he firmly reminds himself that Jason is a bad guy, and that he’s allowed to not say ‘thank you’ to bad guys.
No matter how hot they are.
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Putting a bug on Conner was probably a stupid idea, but Jason had seen the chance - this way he can be certain Conner doesn’t tell anyone about him - and now there’s a tiny device on Kon’s belt buckle and Jason is listening in to ‘Adventures in Smallville’. He’s heard Conner doing chores around the farm and decided he’s starting a personal vendetta against chickens, the noisy fuckers. School is even more boring, he listens in on the droning of teachers and students, it becomes background noise as Jason goes over his plans for the next few days, until he hears a loud slam.
“Watch it.” Conner’s voice is indignant and there’s the sound of shuffling books.
“You got a problem, Kent?” Another voice, male, and now Jason is definitely interested.
“Fuck off, Blake,” is Conner’s reply, making the other guy - Blake - laugh.
“I just wanna ask a question.” He’s trying to sound innocent, Jason can tell he’s not.
“Fine. Ask your question, then fuck off.”
There’s silence, during which Jason leans forward in his seat, curious.
“Which one of you takes it up the ass?”
Jason is too busy trying not to choke on his own tongue that he nearly misses Conner’s, “What the fuck?!”
“Craig saw you with your boyfriend the other day, said you pulled up to the diner on a motorbike. I never figured you for the bitch though, so I thought I’d ask.” Jason kind of wants the punch the smug-sounding bastard. Or maybe he’ll shoot him, he’s not fussy.
The locker door slams again and for a second, Jason thinks Conner is going to storm off without replying. He’s disappointed, hoping Conner would at least chew the guy out for the shitty attitude.
“Well, Kent?” Now Jason’s expecting to hear Conner hit him, that would be something he'd like to overhear.
“You know...” Conner’s tone is casual, “If you wanted to see whether I’d be interested in fucking you, you could’ve just asked.”
Jason laughs, hearing Blake splutter as Conner walks away. He gets out his phone and types up a text.
‘What makes u think ur the top?’
Conner’s phone must be in his pocket, because Jason can hear the vibration through the listening device. He also hears the little choked sound that Conner makes.
The message he gets back is just an ellipsis, it makes him laugh.
‘Whats wrong?’
‘Did u bug me?!’
‘Lil bit’
‘What wrong with u?’
‘Lotsa things’
‘Fuck u’
‘No but seriously, if ur gonna go around lettin people think were fucking at least get it right and tell em whos fucking who’
He waits for a reply, or to hear Conner typing a reply, but all he gets is an angry growl and the sound of Conner sitting down at his desk, then the teacher's voice starts up. Jason doubts he’s going to get much more.
~
Jason had let the sound from Conner’s audio link go unattended for a few hours. He’s been out for a while, bagged some mobsters and a drug dealer or two, and now he’s kicking back with a bottle of beer, checking out the recordings from around Gotham’s schools, to make sure everyone’s following his rules.
He gets distracted by a moan.
“What...?” he asks out loud as he tries to work out where that came from, it doesn’t take him too long to figure it out, pulling up the link on his computer that shows the listening device attached to Conner is still live.
There’s a second moan, but this one is muffled and now Jason can hear clink of Conner’s belt buckle as it moves and. Oh.
Oh.
From the fact Jason can hear the slick noise of skin on skin, Conner must have only pushed his jeans down a little bit, enough that the device is picking up the slide of what has to be Kon’s hand around his dick. The moans that keep coming are muffled, and the only other sound is the slight creak of Kon’s bed.
Jason should stop listening. He should have stopped listening a few seconds ago when he realized what he was overhearing. Except Conner must remember that Jason had bugged him, so he has to be doing this on purpose.
“Oh fuck...” That’s Conner’s voice, not muffled anymore and Jason knows for sure that this has to be some sort of charade, just to get him back for planting the device. “God, Jason...”
Reminding himself of that doesn’t stop the way Jason’s cock twitches in response to hearing Conner moan his name. He should stop listening, but this is clearly some sort of game and Jason never loses. Conner’s voice is clearer now, loud enough that Jason can hear the way his breathing is speeding up, the way the moans become breathless, the occasional cries of “Jason”, “Yes” and “Fuck” become shakier and the way the sound of Conner’s hand moving gets harsher, faster. Jason’s half hard, heel of his hand pressed against himself and he’s biting down on his lip.
He can’t help thinking about it, Conner half naked on his bed, pants pushed down and shirt rucked up. Conner’s hand, slick with lube and wrapped around his own cock that must be leaking with precome by now. Jason licks his lips and slips his hand into his pants, undoing his belt and zip with his left hand, and squeezing his own growing erection.
He’s not sure how much time has passed before the short moans turn into a long, low groan, followed by a silence that’s only broken by Conner’s breathing and Jason’s own little whine. He wants to see; see what Conner must look like, flushed and panting, come splashed across his abs. He closes his eyes and imagines it, what it’d be like to be there and feel Conner’s muscle tense underneath his tongue as he licked the come off his stomach. Jason moans and climaxes with that thought, hips pushing roughly into the tight circle of his fist.
“Still with me?” Conner’s voice comes over the line.
“Fuck.” Jason responds out loud, even though he can’t be heard.
“I was thinking of you, you know, thinking about fucking you...” there’s a tease in the voice and it makes Jason shiver.
He gets out his phone with his left hand and sends off a quick text.
‘very funny. i know how 2 fake it 2.’
He hears the phone go off, a simple beep and there’s the ruffle of clothing and a huff of laugh before Conner speaks, “I wasn’t faking it.”
‘maybe i should come over and install cameras. just 2 b sure.’
“Go for it. I can put on a proper show for you, then.” He can hear the smirk in Conner’s voice.
Jason is kind of embarrassed by the eager sound that escapes his mouth at that. He shuts off the connection.