Under a Spell, PART I: Superboy is in town!
Okay this one starts out as a sweet Robin (Tim the third) and Superboy (Connor) fic, which eventually turns a bit terrible in the next part, or the next next part... IDK how many parts I'm just breaking it up in random sections cause i need to do edits and for some reason when i wrote this i randomly just skipped entire scens..which i do alot... anyway sorry it's been so long, and sorry i suck at doing good sight managment... Oh just for referance these are all just quick fics, I don't actually spend much time on them, I am an actual writer but with fanfics I just get random ideas in my head that i have to get out or ells I'll never sleep... anyway I think I should stop ranting and get on to the story.... Please let me know if you enjoy or want me to improve, these arn't my best works but i still could always use constructive critism (DONT B MEAN) ENJOY:
Batman had gotten seriously injured fighting with two-face, and Alfred wouldn’t let him go on patrols until his wounds healed. Bruce had called Dick, hoping that Nightwing and Robin could patrol the cities till Batman was back in commission, but Dick had informed Batman that he was on business in metropolis and couldn’t get away, but perhaps Superboy could come and stay since it’s his spring break and he’s going stir crazy. At first Batman was against it, but Dick managed to convince his mentor. The two boys were closed to the same age and had worked together a couple times before, but had never really met outside of their masks.
Tim was livid with pent up anger as he slammed his fist into the practice bag again and again. It was bad enough that Batman didn’t trust him to keep the city safe for a couple weeks on his own, but he had called in Superboy, a kid who he had worked with once or twice before. The kid didn’t know anything about Gotham, he had never even been to the city before, so how was he suppose to help, sure he had super strength, but still, he wasn’t discreet and as far as Tim knew the kid didn’t know how to be serious about anything. With a curse Tim sent the bag flying back on the ropes with spin kick.
Connor had arrived at Wayne Manor at eight in the morning, he had been hoping that he could relax and have fun with an old team mate during spring break, but he should have know that Robin wasn’t the type to relax. Still, when he had first seen Robin, Master Tim was what the butler had called him, he had not expected him to take one look at him and curse before leaving the room without another word to him. The butler, who introduced himself as Alfred had taken him to the dining area, where breakfast was laid out, and had apologies for Tim’s rudeness.
Connor didn’t have Superman’s hearing, but he still heard Tim confront Batman in the other room. Apparently Tim hadn’t been informed that Connor was coming, and was offended that batman had called in a ‘Super’ without even informing him. Connor could see why the kid was upset with his mentor, but did that have to stop him from being friendly with him. They had been team mates, they had worked together before, why couldn’t he at least try to enjoy Connor’s company?
Connor spent half the day, alone in the gothic manor, trying to relax into a coach that cost more than his truck, as he flipped through the channels. When the butler Alfred informed him that Tim had requested lunch in the bat cave he had had enough, Connor wasn’t about to let the boy wonder just ignore him all weak. SO, Connor told Alfred that he would be eating lunch with Tim in the bat cave, and the sly butler smiled approvingly.
Tim was so focused on the computers in front of him that he didn’t even hear Alfred till he was at the bottom of the stairs. Tim knew that Alfred would want him to come eat immediately, and although Tim was hungry, he was too engrossed in the police reports to actually force himself to eat. His leg was jittering with excitement as he began to form a theory, there had been several break ins over the past few months, not uncommon in Gotham, but after reading through the different police reports he realized that the break-ins were more than just that. All the break-in had been in the homes of pharmacists, pharmacists that ran their own pharmacy, that couldn’t just be a coincident.
Tim pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to think past the exhaustion of having only having two hours of sleep in the last forty-eight hours. He had just closed his eyes against the head-ach he got every time he stared at the computer monitor for too long without sleep, when Connor spoke into his ear, “What you looking at?”
Connor couldn’t suppress a small chuckle when the boy wonder jumped nearly out of his seat, obviously Tim hadn’t heard him approach, and Connor tried not to think about what could make Robin so distracted. Tim looked over his shoulder at Connor and asked is a low voice, “Do you actually want to know or do just like messing with me?”
Connor smiled and said, “Someone’s a little grouchy.”
Connor was right, he was grouchy, but that didn’t excuse him being a jerk to one of the few people who he might have, at some point, considered a friend. Tim sighed and muttered an apology under his breath as he walked over to the tray Alfred had left on the wooden table in the corner. As he grabbed a sandwich and had a seat he notice Connor was staring at him like he had grown a secant head, Tim checked to make sure he hadn’t done just that before asking “What?”
Connor walked over and picked up his own sandwich without taking his eyes off of Tim before finally saying, “You apologized.”
Tim rolled his eyes, and Connor realized for the first time that his friend had the most captivating blue eyes, he had always wondered how Robin could keep from expressing his emotions, but now he saw that he did that by simply hiding his eyes. Tim ignored his friend’s slightly still disbelieving face and practically swallowed his first sandwich in one bight.
Tim stood up, and as he grabbed another sandwich, he said, “Police reports.” Connor looked up at him around a bight of sandwich with a look of confusion so he elaborated, “I was looking at Police Reports of Burglaries over the last few months.”
Connor swallowed his bight of sandwich and asked, “Why?”
Tim could feel his leg start to jitter with nervousness and he said, “Originally… I was trying to cool off.”
Connor raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile from the unease apparent in Tim’s eyes as he glanced down at his sandwich. He was so much easier to read without the mask on. After a few minutes of silence Connor asked, “And?”
Tim finished off the secant sandwich and grabbed two sodas from the mini fridge and handed one to Connor. Connor tried not to think too much about wither Tim had remembered this was his favorite type or if he had just given him the first soda he had grabbed. Tim popped open his soda and said, “I noticed a correlation between several of the recent Break-Ins. I haven’t figured out if it’s actually important or not.”
Connor asked, “Do you actually have a life outside of fighting crime?”
Tim looked at Connor like he had just asked the stupidest question and said in a voice laced with anger, “I go to school.”
Connor smiled and said, “School so does not count. I mean, when was the last time you went and saw a movie or just spent the day playing video games?” Tim’s eyebrows drew together as he tried to remember; finally Connor just laughed and said, “That Long?”
Tim’s jaw clenched and he tried to think of a response to that which didn’t involve him somehow getting conned into doing some meaningless activity, and he realized he couldn’t think of one. Tim mentally cursed, as he gave in to the inevitable.
Two hours in a dark theater next to Connor and Tim could only vaguely remember the plot line or the taste of popcorn and soda. What he really remembered, what was put him in a position of confusion and anger, was the musky masculine scent of Connor and the slight brush of his warmer skin as they shared the popcorn. Tim ignored the flare of emotions and sensations and tried to play like he was enjoying himself.
The sun was setting when they finally got out of the movie theater. Connor had a bright smile plastered on his face as he stretched and they headed to the parking lot where Tim had parked Bruce’s older mustang. Connor laughed when Tim asked him to buckle up until he realized the kid wasn’t joking, “Seriously, It’s not like a car wreck will hurt me.”
Tim glared daggers and said, “I don’t give a shit whether you are indestructible, the law says the front passenger has to wear a seatbelt.”
Connor smiled and said, “If you get pulled over I promise to buckle up before you get caught.”
Tim gave him a look that sent his skin crawling and he mumbled “Anal” under his breath as he buckled up. Tim waited till he was sure his friend had buckled up before pulling carefully out of the parking lot. Robin might let those rules slide but Tim couldn’t afford to, he wasn’t about to risk his license and the freedom it gave him.
Batman had gotten seriously injured fighting with two-face, and Alfred wouldn’t let him go on patrols until his wounds healed. Bruce had called Dick, hoping that Nightwing and Robin could patrol the cities till Batman was back in commission, but Dick had informed Batman that he was on business in metropolis and couldn’t get away, but perhaps Superboy could come and stay since it’s his spring break and he’s going stir crazy. At first Batman was against it, but Dick managed to convince his mentor. The two boys were closed to the same age and had worked together a couple times before, but had never really met outside of their masks.
Tim was livid with pent up anger as he slammed his fist into the practice bag again and again. It was bad enough that Batman didn’t trust him to keep the city safe for a couple weeks on his own, but he had called in Superboy, a kid who he had worked with once or twice before. The kid didn’t know anything about Gotham, he had never even been to the city before, so how was he suppose to help, sure he had super strength, but still, he wasn’t discreet and as far as Tim knew the kid didn’t know how to be serious about anything. With a curse Tim sent the bag flying back on the ropes with spin kick.
Connor had arrived at Wayne Manor at eight in the morning, he had been hoping that he could relax and have fun with an old team mate during spring break, but he should have know that Robin wasn’t the type to relax. Still, when he had first seen Robin, Master Tim was what the butler had called him, he had not expected him to take one look at him and curse before leaving the room without another word to him. The butler, who introduced himself as Alfred had taken him to the dining area, where breakfast was laid out, and had apologies for Tim’s rudeness.
Connor didn’t have Superman’s hearing, but he still heard Tim confront Batman in the other room. Apparently Tim hadn’t been informed that Connor was coming, and was offended that batman had called in a ‘Super’ without even informing him. Connor could see why the kid was upset with his mentor, but did that have to stop him from being friendly with him. They had been team mates, they had worked together before, why couldn’t he at least try to enjoy Connor’s company?
Connor spent half the day, alone in the gothic manor, trying to relax into a coach that cost more than his truck, as he flipped through the channels. When the butler Alfred informed him that Tim had requested lunch in the bat cave he had had enough, Connor wasn’t about to let the boy wonder just ignore him all weak. SO, Connor told Alfred that he would be eating lunch with Tim in the bat cave, and the sly butler smiled approvingly.
Tim was so focused on the computers in front of him that he didn’t even hear Alfred till he was at the bottom of the stairs. Tim knew that Alfred would want him to come eat immediately, and although Tim was hungry, he was too engrossed in the police reports to actually force himself to eat. His leg was jittering with excitement as he began to form a theory, there had been several break ins over the past few months, not uncommon in Gotham, but after reading through the different police reports he realized that the break-ins were more than just that. All the break-in had been in the homes of pharmacists, pharmacists that ran their own pharmacy, that couldn’t just be a coincident.
Tim pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to think past the exhaustion of having only having two hours of sleep in the last forty-eight hours. He had just closed his eyes against the head-ach he got every time he stared at the computer monitor for too long without sleep, when Connor spoke into his ear, “What you looking at?”
Connor couldn’t suppress a small chuckle when the boy wonder jumped nearly out of his seat, obviously Tim hadn’t heard him approach, and Connor tried not to think about what could make Robin so distracted. Tim looked over his shoulder at Connor and asked is a low voice, “Do you actually want to know or do just like messing with me?”
Connor smiled and said, “Someone’s a little grouchy.”
Connor was right, he was grouchy, but that didn’t excuse him being a jerk to one of the few people who he might have, at some point, considered a friend. Tim sighed and muttered an apology under his breath as he walked over to the tray Alfred had left on the wooden table in the corner. As he grabbed a sandwich and had a seat he notice Connor was staring at him like he had grown a secant head, Tim checked to make sure he hadn’t done just that before asking “What?”
Connor walked over and picked up his own sandwich without taking his eyes off of Tim before finally saying, “You apologized.”
Tim rolled his eyes, and Connor realized for the first time that his friend had the most captivating blue eyes, he had always wondered how Robin could keep from expressing his emotions, but now he saw that he did that by simply hiding his eyes. Tim ignored his friend’s slightly still disbelieving face and practically swallowed his first sandwich in one bight.
Tim stood up, and as he grabbed another sandwich, he said, “Police reports.” Connor looked up at him around a bight of sandwich with a look of confusion so he elaborated, “I was looking at Police Reports of Burglaries over the last few months.”
Connor swallowed his bight of sandwich and asked, “Why?”
Tim could feel his leg start to jitter with nervousness and he said, “Originally… I was trying to cool off.”
Connor raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile from the unease apparent in Tim’s eyes as he glanced down at his sandwich. He was so much easier to read without the mask on. After a few minutes of silence Connor asked, “And?”
Tim finished off the secant sandwich and grabbed two sodas from the mini fridge and handed one to Connor. Connor tried not to think too much about wither Tim had remembered this was his favorite type or if he had just given him the first soda he had grabbed. Tim popped open his soda and said, “I noticed a correlation between several of the recent Break-Ins. I haven’t figured out if it’s actually important or not.”
Connor asked, “Do you actually have a life outside of fighting crime?”
Tim looked at Connor like he had just asked the stupidest question and said in a voice laced with anger, “I go to school.”
Connor smiled and said, “School so does not count. I mean, when was the last time you went and saw a movie or just spent the day playing video games?” Tim’s eyebrows drew together as he tried to remember; finally Connor just laughed and said, “That Long?”
Tim’s jaw clenched and he tried to think of a response to that which didn’t involve him somehow getting conned into doing some meaningless activity, and he realized he couldn’t think of one. Tim mentally cursed, as he gave in to the inevitable.
Two hours in a dark theater next to Connor and Tim could only vaguely remember the plot line or the taste of popcorn and soda. What he really remembered, what was put him in a position of confusion and anger, was the musky masculine scent of Connor and the slight brush of his warmer skin as they shared the popcorn. Tim ignored the flare of emotions and sensations and tried to play like he was enjoying himself.
The sun was setting when they finally got out of the movie theater. Connor had a bright smile plastered on his face as he stretched and they headed to the parking lot where Tim had parked Bruce’s older mustang. Connor laughed when Tim asked him to buckle up until he realized the kid wasn’t joking, “Seriously, It’s not like a car wreck will hurt me.”
Tim glared daggers and said, “I don’t give a shit whether you are indestructible, the law says the front passenger has to wear a seatbelt.”
Connor smiled and said, “If you get pulled over I promise to buckle up before you get caught.”
Tim gave him a look that sent his skin crawling and he mumbled “Anal” under his breath as he buckled up. Tim waited till he was sure his friend had buckled up before pulling carefully out of the parking lot. Robin might let those rules slide but Tim couldn’t afford to, he wasn’t about to risk his license and the freedom it gave him.