Geatmrinder
Tim and Kon gets sent to a conversion camp to get "fixed up" back into societal norms and expectations but their process is halted for a killer is loose and the killer lays in the circle of Tim and Kon's friend group... 😀 👍
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"W-whats your name? I'm Tim..." Tim muttered. He thought of saying 'Wayne', but he didn't think he deserved to be called once after what his family said to him. "Tim, huh? I'm.. Kon-El, or Kon for short." kon said, his voice raspy but soft. Tim muttered his name as if commiting it to his memory. Kon-El. Kon... it sounds... nice, natural in Tim's tongue.
"Hey Kon... You have any idea where we're going?" Kon just shook his head, crushing whatever false hope Tim had in his heart.
"You're Tim, right? Sweet name... Wanna be friends? Having friends in a place like this is.. kinda necessary. You'll be bitten by the dogs here if ya don't got a friend, or friends. Whatever." Kon said. Tim looked at Kon before at his lap. A friend? Yea... yea, he'd like that.
"Yea. Sure. Let's be friends, Kon."
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Kon was different. His kiss wasn't to sabotage him; it was so filled with... Love. Care. Happiness. Sadness. Shame. Passion. The kiss was so... Kon. Tim couldn't describe it into anything but that. It felt... delightful? No... No, he couldn't possibly like the kiss. He can't like it. That same kiss was the reason he wasn't in the Wayne manor, with his family and old friends. But that kiss wasn't like the kiss from the manor. The initial disgust that was boiling inside Tim made way for the confusion and... want. He wanted it. He liked it. But wasn't Kon just a friend? was he really a friend? was he ever a friend to Tim? More than friends? Best friends? More? Tim didn't want to think about it.
"Whatever we are, I will come and save you Kon. Mark my words."