#JayKon

[suzukiblu]

If you are still taking requests I would love some Jason Todd!

There's a couple of ways to ID a soulmate, but the traditional–and usual–one is a kiss. Basically any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, of course, but most people kiss way before they get around to fucking bareback and a kiss is also definitely less likely to result in hepatitis than swapping blood with strangers. And, like, it's also more romantic and that tends to appeal to people more even when the involved soulmates aren't actually romantic. Like it's way easier to laugh off that one time you slipped your destined BFF tongue than it is to explain a bloodborne illness to your GP.

So naturally, Jason finds out who his soulmate is by accidentally bleeding all over the guy in the middle of a random stupid throwdown with supervillains in San Francisco.

Also, naturally said guy is Tim's boyfriend who still justifiably hates Jason's ass for all the fucked up shit he's done and said to Tim.

Jason is pretty sure this would count as another reason for Superboy to hate his ass, except the one mercy in this situation is that Superboy was unconscious for their accidental blood-swap, so he at least doesn't know they're soulmates.

The lucky bastard.

Fuck everything, Jason thinks, and then resolves to never think about it again. Which he doesn't, because even having a thought around Bruce is basically the same thing as handing the bastard a signed confession.

It sucks, admittedly? Like, Jason's not gonna pretend it doesn't suck. He didn't ever think he'd get a coffee shop meet-cute with his soulmate, assuming he had enough of a soul left to actually have one, but he'd at least expected to get somebody who wasn't already dating the brother he's treated worst and who did not, ideally, hate his guts.

Or who at least hated his guts in a sexy way that could result in a nice enemies-with-benefits situation to spice up his sex life and maybe hopefully one day evolve into . . . he doesn't know, frenemies-with-benefits? Or something?

Superboy is not gonna be up for cheating on his boyfriend with said boyfriend's adoptive brother, Jason is very damn sure. For one thing, if he was, Jason wouldn't want to fuck him anyway, much less be his soulmate. Jason is a murderer and a bastard but he is also a ride or die, okay, and he doesn't give a shit what the universe says, there is no damn way that he'd accept a soulmate like that.

Also, like, since the accidental blood-swap went down, now when they get close enough there's an empathy bond going and Jason can absolutely feel how fucking <i>besotted</i> Superboy is by every little thing Tim does and says and just is.

And he can also feel how much the guy hates him.

Jason has never had better control of his pit rage than since realizing that if Superboy ever felt it, it'd be absolutely undeniably obvious what it was and where it was coming from.

It is fucking amazing what a desperate person can get a handle on. Like, really.

Jason went to fucking therapy for this shit. It sucks and he hates it and he wants to burn down the whole stupid office every time, but he's still going every week because fuck forbid he lose control enough that somebody realize something is up.

Jason's self-control is not helped by the fact that Superboy has his own anger issues, but it's not like they get all that close to each other all that often anyway. He very rarely has to worry about Superboy picking up on anything from him. Mostly he just has to worry about not being any worse to Tim than he already has been and making excuses to avoid any situation that Superboy might theoretically pop up in. He has absolutely no designs on fucking up Tim's relationship. Ever.

He guesses he and Superboy could have a platonic bond, admittedly. Like, that's possible.

Except Superboy constantly insists on wearing a painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather and strappy belts and looking like a porn star parody of a superhero, along with regularly smirking like a cocky asshole who just so happens to be the second coming of sin, and Jason has a very difficult time not finding all of that just unspeakably hot, so that seems unlikely.

So yeah, Jason's definitely not telling anyone that they're soulmates. Possibly ever. At least not as long as Superboy and Tim are still into each other and in undeniably perfect romantic love, anyway.

It's not like Jason's waiting for them to break up or something, or for the probably likelier but much more upsetting option that is Tim fucking dying. He's a bastard, again, but he's not that kind of a bastard.

He really hopes this is just one of those bullshit bonds that don't actually become relevant until the involved bondmates are, like, octogenarians or whatever. Which is not something Jason would've ever expected to want from his soulmate, but Jason also did not ever expect his soulmate to turn out to be Tim's boyfriend, so yeah. Well, life's a bitch and also full of surprises.

It's impossible to always avoid Superboy, all things considered, but Jason usually can, and thanks to Bat-training and his time with the League and just who he is as a person he's very good at keeping his emotions on lockdown when the dude's around without it actually looking like he's keeping his emotions on lockdown. Mostly he just ignores him and acts like he thinks he's irrelevant, and Superboy seems perfectly happy with that.

But again, it's impossible to always avoid him, and they're on the same side and everything, more or less. Jason therefore can't technically bitch about the guy randomly landing in the middle of his rooftop stakeout wearing that cocky asshole smirk of his and also his painted-on bodysuit and studded black leather.

Or he couldn't, except that it is very obviously not actually Superboy wearing all those things. For starters, Superboy never wears that smirk when he's looking at Jason.

For another thing, Jason knows his own damn soulmate when he sees him. Like, he is not actually that oblivious or stupid a person as to not recognize his own damn soulmate.

"Hey, man," fake Superboy greets casually as his boots hit the roof. Jason runs the internal numbers on whether or not fake Superboy has real Kryptonian powers and decides better safe than sorry, then hits the panic button hidden in the collar of his jacket as he turns to fully face him, making the gesture look like an idle adjustment.

"Robin need something?" he asks, cocking his head questioningly. Seems wisest to pretend like he's falling for this bullshit, whatever it is. Especially if Kryptonian powers are currently a concern.

"Naw," the fake Superboy says, his smirk widening crookedly. "This one's an . . . off-the-books social call, as it were."

"Oh, we make social calls, now?" Jason asks dryly, resisting the irrational urge to hit his panic button again. Not actually a helpful urge, that. The thing's already streaming live audio and video to Oracle and the Batcomputer to get everyone in the loop on what the problem is, that's all that matters. Extra hitting would just make it likelier that fake Superboy might notice something.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you, Hood," fake Superboy says as his smirk turns into a wicked grin, and steps towards Jason with very familiar and incredibly unsubtle body language that, again, has never once been directed towards him.

Goddammit.

Well, good thing Jason hit his panic button, because there is no damn way this is ending well. He's never actually used the thing before, it's a recent addition to his gear now that he and the Bats are actually mostly working together again, but he already appreciates said addition very, very much.

Assuming that Bruce is packing kryptonite tonight, anyway.

Fuck, he'd better be.

. . . also assuming that whoever this fake Superboy is happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Or at least currently happens to be vulnerable to kryptonite. Jason's not sure if this is like a bodyswap situation or a more traditional possession or just a doppelganger or a shapeshifter, but who the hell even knows. Not mind control, he's pretty sure, unless it's the kind that really fucks with somebody's personality. Like, yes, that is Superboy's body language and Superboy's facial expressions and even Superboy's microexpressions, but it's just . . . not Superboy behind any of it. Like, very obviously not.

. . . weirdly obviously, actually. Like, Jason's really feeling the uncanny valley right now.

Ugh.

Well, hopefully this person or thing or weird psychic projection thinks he's fucking stupid.

"Did you now," Jason says, eyeing fake Superboy through his helmet. Schooling his expression doesn't really matter right now, except of course X-ray vision is a thing, so actually never mind, maybe it does. Again: goddammit.

Definitely gonna need to keep a handle on his heart rate here.

"Eh, what can I say, Rob was being a basic bitch again and I got bored," fake Superboy says with a dismissive shrug, which is something Jason would pistol-whip the real Superboy for saying but at least provides him a pretty solid script to go off while he waits for reinforcements to show.

He'd rather be making with the pistol-whipping, though.

#jason todd #red hood #batman #jaykon #rinfic #miri-tiazan #long post #wip: jaykon soulmates and timkon datemates

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

I like my Jason Todd ships with short men who can top him, or larger women who can also top him

#jason todd #red hood #kyle rayner #green lantern #artemis of bana mighdall #jaytemis #connor kent #superboy #jaykon #dc #jaykyle

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5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

#JayTimKon #TimKon #JayTim #JayKon #ask #ask answered #ask game #ficlet #Bi-bats my beloved

[002yb]

Your Last ask?????? The konjay feelings hit me hard. Dick is gonna be pissed at me but i kinda really wanna see Kon fucking Jay. Like this half alien half human superpowered love machinr is too much? How can anyone resisr him, hes even more flirty than Dick and ugh, Jason is weak to blue eyes. Which kon is very smug to find out and use to his benefit.

(Dick and Tim looking longingly bc that should be them)

A shiver chases up his spine as Kon bears down on him, a low gasp shuddering helplessly past his lips in the wake of unexpected gentleness. Jason doesn't know what he was expecting when they fell into bed together, but it certainly wasn't this: the tickle of Kon's nose along the cut of Jason's jaw, the soft brush of lips pressed to his neck and the reverent sighs breathed over suck marks - red and blue and aching.

This was supposed to be a pity fuck, a mutual rebound and if nothing else, something to lord over his replacement's head.

Instead, it's this. It's Jason losing his breath over how Kon treats him nice - like Jason is someone special. It's a tight feeling in his chest when he realizes that 'someone' is the brother Kon will never have. It's not being bothered because Jason is used to being used; its not like he isn't doing the same to Kon.

It's witnessing one of the strongest men in the world crumple at the hurt of a broken heart. Missed chances, lost opportunities, and laughable dreams.

'You dodged a bullet,' Jason could say, but he knows from his own unrequited feelings that the consolation means nothing. The heart wants what it wants. Sometimes Jason believes his [heart] simply wants to hurt.

Maybe that's why he's here, ready and willing to be a replacement for the replacement. Maybe it's why he stays despite knowing that nothing is going to happen.

Kon goes through the motions, but Jason isn't a fool. He can feel how Kon's kisses feel like grimaces pressed to Jason's skin, how slow love bites pull away to a reluctant grazing of teeth. Jason wants to tell him to stop because this pity rebound fuck clearly isn't doing anything for either of them, but Kon's gentleness is a novelty that steals Jason's breath and ties his tongue. Despite everything, this is the closest to being loved Jason has been in too long and he selfishly clings to it - taking even scraps.

And Kon persists because his affections have nowhere else to go. He's heartbroken, cheated. He holds fast to Jason with hands that shake, tries to love him like the boy he'll never get to have.

It's a feeling Jason understands well. Where Jason has had two lifetimes to get over his own unrequited feelings though, for Kon it's a first. If only because of that kindred hurt, Jason blinks through the burn in his eyes and stops Kon from going further. Stops Kon from hurting himself in the ways Jason has learned to cope.

He holds Kon's head to Jason's stomach, fingers threaded through his dark hair. The way Kon falls into him, forehead pressed to Jason's naval and arm coming around Jason's waist to pull him close makes his heart ache. It's a kindness Jason has dreamed of and he breathes slow to hide the way it makes his breath hitch.

Maybe it's not in the same way, but Jason is used to being a consolation prize; he's familiar with the sting of being a fallback, a second thought, not enough. The difference here is that unlike Kon, Jason never had an 'almost.' Not like this. Jason has experienced similar enough rejection though and it hurts even still, so he holds Kon tighter and waits with him until Kon can find the nerve and mettle to move on.

#konjay #jaykon #conner kent #jason todd #mentions of kontim and such obscure dickjay that it could actually be anyone x jason eek #the ask is lighthearted but the vibes in this are sad whoops #words #sad vibes

[cheetahleopard]

"making out as a distraction" for jaykon, maybe? <3

Anything for you lovey, thank you for everything you post ever !

“Hey,” Kon says, leaning in close, “Trust me on this.”

And then his hand, smooth and callous-less, is brushing Jason’s cheek, sliding around the back of his neck, pulling him slightly down so his lips meet Kon’s.

He must make some sort of noise, because Kon huffs slightly, before tilting his head a bit, the slide of his lips lighting sparks behind Jason’s eyes. His hand comes up to the side of Jason’s ribs, the motion rucking up his shirt slightly- just enough to have the breeze along his waist make him shiver. Or maybe that’s from Kon’s lips parting, his tongue pressing gently to the corner of his mouth, seeking entry.

Jason leans back further into the wall, not trying to get away, but rather trying to disguise the way his knees have gone weak. Kon follows him, shuffling his feet closer so the tops of their thighs are barely brushing, his fingers flexing against Jason’s side, the tip of his tongue brushing lightly along the roof of Jason’s mouth. His bulk presses Jason into the wall, and Jason feels- safe. Held.

There’s a clatter of boots somewhere to Jason’s left and he startles, eyes opening (when had he closed them?) and hands twitching where they’ve fallen to Kon’s hips. Kon just nips his bottom lip, mouthing “trust me”.

Jason lets his eyes flutter shut again, lets Kon hold him against the wall. He hears “Nothing but a couple making out in the back alley,” crackle through the patrolman’s radio, and his grip on Kon’s hips tightens again. Kon sooths him with a sweep of his tongue and Jason feels the tension fall back out of his shoulders.

Finally, Kon pulls back, “They’re gone.”

Jason nods, setting his jaw against the way his mouth still tastes like werther’s hard candy and willing the slight tremble from his knees, grunts, “Right.”

Kon flashes him a blinding smile and leans in to brush his lips against Jason’s one last time before pulling back, “Alright,” he floats back and up, “Let’s get going.”

Jason peels himself off the wall and follows, his tongue reflexively running over his swollen bottom lip. He still tastes sweet.

#jason todd #kon el #jaykon #leo rambles #written by moonlight #my writing #ladytauria

[ladytauria]

Jaytimkon 1 and 48 for the send me a number and I'll send. Another ask for kisses 💖💖💖 ily youre awesome

ahh ilu too <3333 thank u so much for the prompt!!

this is both my first time writing kon and my first time writing his pov, so i hope it reads okay~

>> AO3 <<

Jason’s the tallest.

He doesn’t beat Kon by much—an inch, maybe two—but he’s like. Way taller than Tim. Which he loves taking advantage of, using the height difference to tease and aggravate Tim until Tim decides to bring him down to his level. Or below.

Kon…

Obviously he’s known the whole time that that’s always been Jason’s end goal; making Tim yank him down, or pin him, or climb him like a tree. Kon can’t blame him. Tim’s cute when he’s irritated; all huffy sighs and puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes. And, of course. Watching Tim put Jason in his place—or being the one Tim puts into place—is always hot. But… recently, Kon’s been thinking. Watching. There’s something about the way Jason melts when Tim pushes him around that’s… different from the way he usually melts when they push him around.

It’s got him in the mood to try an experiment.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, watching Jason pepper Tim’s face with playful kisses, while Tim scrunches his face up, clearly failing at trying to look annoyed. His mouth is twitching upward too much. This is just the start of the game—Jason will escalate until Tim finally gives in and does what he wants.

Which means it’s the perfect time for Kon’s test.

He floats higher and drifts over to them, giving Jason plenty of opportunity to finish his kisses. He has a very specific pattern he follows—one to each cheek,  then the chin, the nose, either the corners of the eyes or closed eyelids, and then, finally, the center of the forehead. Sometimes he’ll repeat it a few times, but it’s always the same pattern.

He waits until the third forehead kiss, and then says, “Hey. Where are my kisses?”

Jason tilts his head back to look at him, a cheeky grin on his face. He holds out a hand. “Come a little closer and find out.” He wiggles his brows a little, which never fails to make Kon laugh and Tim roll his eyes.

Kon takes Jason’s hand, drifting down until he’s just head and shoulders taller than Jason. “Hm… Nah. I think you should come and get ‘em yourself, Jaybabe.”

Behind him, Tim grins.

Jason rolls his eyes—a smile tugging at his mouth. “Oh, well, if that’s how you want to play it, farm boy.” He lets go of Kon’s hand, fisting the collar of his t-shirt and tugging. Normally, Kon would go with it; allow himself to be tugged down and into whatever kind of kiss his boyfriends were in the mood for.

Today, he stays right where he is.

Jason huffs. A flush spreads over his face; bright, vivid pink. It’s charming. Kon is charmed, totally unable to keep from smiling as, finally, Jason rolls up onto his toes, arms locking around Kon’s neck. He slots their mouths together, feeling the way Jason shivers, first, and then melts—Kon’s arms reflexively settling on his waist, keeping him from dropping back onto his heels.

His hands splay on Jason’s sides; fingers spread wide in the way he knows Jason likes. Makes him feel almost small, he s—

Small.

Oh.

Duh.

Jason likes feeling small.

It seems so obvious now. He should probably test it, a little more though. Just to see. So he cups Jason’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head back a little bit more, raising up a little higher, looming a little more. Jason moans, a sweet, breathy thing. Kon hums, kissing him a little deeper, licking into his mouth until all he can taste is Jason.

He doesn’t pull back until he can tell Jason’s legs are trembling; his heart thrumming.

Jason lands back on his heels. He’s a pretty sight; no longer vivid pink but a deep red. It brings out the teal of his eyes.

Kon just has one more thing he wants to try.

He cups Jason’s face with both hands.

Left cheek—right cheek—chin—a sharp intake of breath as he kisses Jason’s nose, lashes fluttering before his eyes close, letting Kon kiss first his left eye, then the right.

He plants the last on his forehead, lingering, and then, finally, lets go, landing on his feet once more.

Jason wobbles for a moment, blinking again—almost dazed. Then he looks back at Kon again.The smile Jason gives him is one he’s never seen before—small and sweet and almost shy. It’s one of the prettiest things Kon’s ever seen, and he knows, immediately, that he’ll do whatever it takes to see it again.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

#the ending feels like its missing something but idk what #also! the face kisses #its semi inspired by something i read in a book a long time ago (the book wasn't great from what i remember but the kiss thing was cute) #anyway #so for this it's something catherine used to do & which jason remembers making him feel very warm and loved #so now he does it to his boyfriends <3 #having it turned back on him was. an Experience <3333 #also i love love love the hc of jason liking to feel small #idk where i saw it first but #i dunno its cute so #there it is!!!! #tauriawritesfanfic #jaytimkon #jaykon #mostly #cheetahleopard #dcu

[bi-bats]

TRICK OR TREAT !!!!!!!!!!! =D

!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNNN LEOOOOOOOO

I can't NOT give you a jaytimkon snippet for Halloween. I know what you're looking for in the candy bowl 😂 SOOOOO here's the beginning of the next chapter of Bad Days!! I really want to get it posted soon but I have to write smut for it and that always takes me forever to do 😂😂😂

Anyways, I won't delay any longer, here's your treat!!

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Kon hovers an inch above the fire escape, hesitating. He’s already been here for three minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock. 

But he’s just being a bother, isn’t he? Jason doesn’t want him here. He’s fine with having him around sometimes, sure, but Tim is always there. 

It’s Jason and Tim, and Kon. 

Just because they get along, had like, one actual real conversation and they all took a nap on his couch? That doesn’t mean that he wants to let Kon mope around his apartment.

Even though Kon kinda wants to see him.

He should leave. It’s ridiculously late anyways, so ridiculously late that it’s actually ridiculously early, and Jason’s probably falling asleep, probably has his mouth hanging just a tiny bit open and his head nuzzled into his pillow the way he nuzzled into Kon and his heart does a soft little squeeze in his chest and why is he still here he’s just been floating out here like an idiot he needs to leave—

The blinds on the other end of the window he’s staring at pull up, and Jason looks at him through the glass, unnaturally bright green eyes dancing with something amused. 

Jason’s thick, calloused fingers pop the lock on the window and slide it open, and Kon’s stomach goes tight.

“You gonna hang out there until the sun comes up?” 

A smirk begins to crawl across Jason’s lips as he leans his palms on the windowsill.

Kon feels his face go warm as his eyes drop down at the fire escape. He floats down far enough to toe at the metal, rubbing at his arm.

“Nah, man, sorry. I was just— looking for Tim, but he’s not here, so. Yeah, it’s cool, I’ll see you—”

“Kon.”

Kon’s eyes flicker up and snag on the frown on Jason’s lips. 

“You’ve been out here for the last five minutes. You okay?”

Kon opens his mouth to say Yeah, dude, I’m fine, don’t sweat it, I’ll see you later, but nothing makes it out. He ends up just sort of floating there, saying nothing, for a solid five seconds before he clamps his mouth shut. 

Then he floats up a few feet, ready to just fly off because seriously, what the fuck is he doing there? 

And then Jason’s hand wraps around his ankle, warm and steady. 

“Come inside,” he says, his tone a low, steady rumble. 

Kon hesitates, letting Jason hold him there, before he gives in to the lull of the request. 

“Okay,” he says, and his voice is quiet and contained in a way he tries not to be in front of anyone.

Jason doesn’t release him, holding his leg like the string of a balloon as he tugs him into the apartment. 

He only lets go to close the window, and Kon lets himself float down until he’s hovering just above the ground, not quite putting his feet down. 

The apartment is clean except for a few guns on the counter and some dishes in the sink. The couch is laid out into the futon, the blanket they all slept under draped across it like Jason was sitting there the whole time Kon was outside, a book open and face down next to the slightly sunken spot. 

It smells like the lemon cleaning spray that Alfred uses at the manor, and soy sauce and onions and pork from whatever Jason has on the stove, and the scent of the cologne Jason uses, warm and sweet and spicy, and at the bottom of all of it, it smells like Jason himself, that warm human smell that Kon doesn’t realize he’s looking for until he finds it.

“What are you doing up?” Jason asks, walking to the sink and turning on the tap.

“What are you doing up?” Kon asks back, still hovering in the space between Jason’s couch and the little wooden dining table he has set up in the corner.

The question didn’t come out as confrontationally as he thinks it does, but he still blushes. 

God, what’s wrong with him?

“Sorry, I’m — that was rude.” Kon shifts his weight from one foot to the other in the air.

Jason gives him a shrug. “S’alright, I get it. Bad day?”

“Yeah,” Kon mumbles.

Somehow, the look that Jason turns and gives him makes him feel even more self-conscious than he already does.

“Dads, huh?” Jason asks, raising an eyebrow.

Kon clenches his jaw a little, so he doesn’t scowl. 

“You hungry?” Jason asks. 

Kon’s jaw loosens. 

First, the answer to that question has never been no, and the smell of sweet and salty Asian barbecue pork isn’t making him less hungry. 

But also, he thought Jason was going to ask what happened, and then he’d have to explain when he doesn’t even really have a right to be upset.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Jason nods and turns, shutting the tap and silencing the rush of water before he grabs a dishtowel and wipes his hands. 

He glances back at Kon, then drops his eyes to the inch of space between his feet and the ground. Jason grins a little, something amused glittering in the bright green of his eyes.

“The floor isn’t lava, you know.”

Kon hesitates for a moment before lowering down slowly, letting his feet graze the floor. 

“Take a seat, I’ll grab a couple of plates.”

Kon walks to the couch, touching his feet to the hardwood on every step without allowing the ground to bear his weight. He lets himself settle on the couch where Jason was sitting so he can watch him move around the kitchen. A rush of steam plumes out of the steamer basket when he opens the lid, his feet make soft noises as his socks pad against the wood.

He tucks his knees up a little, not quite all the way against his chest, but enough to make room for Jason to sit down across from him. 

Jason places the steamer basket on the couch and hands Kon a plate, then drops three buns on it. 

“If I’d known you were coming I would’ve made some classic comfort food.” 

Kon snorts humorlessly, picking up a bun. It’s a little bouncy under his fingers, and he already knows it’s going to be fluffy and delicious before he even bites into it. 

He doesn’t think he wants to eat anything that reminds him of Ma’s kitchen right now anyways.

“Don’t sweat it, I’m already interrupting your—morning,” Kon decides after a glance at the clock on the stove.

“I wasn’t busy,” Jason says, tearing off a chunk of the bun in his hands to let the inside cool. Steam pours out of it in a puff, carrying the smell of the spices.

“Thanks,” Kon says, biting into his bun without waiting. He was right, it’s fucking delicious. The pork is moist and tender and the dough didn’t get soggy at all, and he makes a pleased noise as he rolls it over his tongue. 

“That’s a nice benefit of your genes, huh?” Jason says, blowing on his food and eyeing Kon’s lips.

Kon shrugs. He doesn’t really want to think about his genetics right now. 

“So, where do I aim?” Jason asks. 

Kon’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head at Jason.

“Shoulder? Head? I can steal some kryptonite bullets from B in the morning.”

Kon pauses chewing for a second, looking at the amusement in Jason’s eyes before he swallows his food. 

“Are you giving me the Clark is an Asshole special?”

Jason grins, crooked and wide and a little dangerous, and Kon’s stomach does a flip.

#🐆leo #batsasks #writing snippets #jaykon #jaytimkon fic #batwrites

[arianna-creates]

Unexpected jaytimkon flowed from my pen last night it was crazy y'all

***Also im looking for that one fic where damian cuts Tim's line and tim shatters his legs or smth and Jason has to rescue him plss where can I find it I want to reread it

#my art #my artwork #dc comics #batman #detective comics #dc fanart #dccomics #jason peter todd #timothy drake wayne #kon el #conner kent #timkon #jaykon #timjaykon #jaytimkon #red robin #red hood #superboy #jaytim

[nopes-and-dreams-and-nightmares]

If you're still taking rarepair prompts, how about Jason Todd/Conner Kent? Flirty antagonistic Jason in Titans United awakened something in me.

you might be onto something there

Sorry about the crop, but Conner holding Jay up by his ass was too powerful

#JayKon #Jason Todd #Conner Kent #Kon-El #Superboy #Red Hood

[suzukiblu]

sentence: "When Tim had said that he wanted to set him up on a blind date, the Red Hood was not who Kon was expecting." for jaykon :D

When Tim had said that he wanted to set him up on a blind date, the Red Hood was not who Kon was expecting.

Maybe he was making a misassumption here, Kon thought. Maybe Jason was just, like, coincidentally in this obnoxiously fancy restaurant. Or he needed some Super-style backup for some reason and Bizarro wasn't available, or whatever. Or–

Nope, Kon observed as Jason walked straight up to him in a very nice suit and held out what was, undeniably, a goddamn bouquet of roses. Not even, like, just one rose. An actual bouquet.

Alright then.

"There is no possible way that Tim set me up with you," Kon said incredulously, just staring down at the flowers. Jason seemed unbothered, and shrugged. "He did not. Seriously?!"

"It's cute how you think I didn't just decide to shoot my shot by sabotaging your actual date," Jason replied with a smirk. Kon should definitely not be flattered by that. Definitely not flattered enough to actually accept the flowers, if nothing else.

Unfortunately, he definitely was.

#jaykon #jason todd #red hood #superboy #kon el #conner kent #anonymous

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Something about Jason Todd being paired with shorter less muscular tops really gets to me

#jason todd #red hood #kyle rayner #jaykyle #kon el #connor kent #konjay #jaykon

[faiasakura]

About the jaykon post I'm also thinking, they should have matching earrings. You know how some couples have matching rings? Like that.

They should also cut each other's hair and help with the styling. Kissing each other every time they eyes met and eventually turning off the hair clipper to properly make out

(continuing from this)

Hell yeah!!! Tbh I had a thought I didn’t include of “Kon helps Jason add spikes to his jacket, Jason helps Kon add spikes to his ears” but I wasn’t sure if Kon already has earrings. Matchy couple earrings for sure!!

Haircuts are An Endeavor because they always get distracted partway through and cause a mess while making out and then they still have to finish the haircut afterwards.

Arguing about who should wear which jacket in the sense of “you should wear it today, babe” “no, you”. Tim, probably, after overhearing this too many times: “why don’t you just buy two of the same jacket”. Both: “no that’s stupid, then it wouldn’t be a boyfriend jacket”

They are absolutely the lesbians doing makeup meme (and late wherever they go because they got “““distracted”””):

#jason todd #conner kent #jaykon #my edit #my content

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, White Collar (TV 2009) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Neal Caffrey, Jason Todd, Diana Berrigan, Peter Burke, Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Tim Drake is Neal Caffrey, POV Outsider, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Anniversary of Jason Todd's Death Series: Part 6 of Undercover Ops Summary:

Jason visits Neal Caffrey (Tim Drake) in the office

There’s a man sitting at Neal’s desk.

He’s tall and broad, shoulders stretching his worn brown leather jacket. His combat boots are propped up on the desk as he leans back in Neal’s chair, flipping through a book.

Occasionally he’ll look up and scan the room with disinterested but sharp eyes, meeting the side-long glances thrown his way unflinchingly before returning to his book.

The ding of the elevator signals Neal and Peter’s return, and all heads turn to the door, with the exception of the man, who keeps flipping through his book.

#jaytim #timkon #jaykon #cheetahleopard2 #ficrec #white collar crosscover

[cheetahleopard]

Ain't no gossip like smalltown gossip (1118 words) by CheetahLeopard2 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Superboy (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd, Martha Kent Additional Tags: Fluff, High School, Domestic Fluff, Idiots in Love, Established Relationship Series: Part 6 of jaytimkon Summary: I need more small town gossip Smallville Kon-centric fic Thinking of this with Jason obviously city boy Jason built like a brick shithouse with his motorcycle and crass mouth and lower Gotham drawl and the whispers when he and Kon go on dates around Smallville and he runs errands and such Finally, Jason hears the bell at the entrance jingle merrily before a familiar voice orders a chocolate shake and fries. He doesn’t look up as Kon walks over and stands next to his booth. The diner falls silent as he slides himself into the booth across from Jason, who finally glances up from his paperback as Kon slides his strawberry shake across the table, taking a big gulp from the straw. There’s a small gasp from someone, and immediately a flurry of whispers start up. No one’s ever seen Conner Kent be so aggressive, much less towards a stranger. Jason just goes back to his book, tapping the boot on the inside of the booth against Kon’s shoe.

#jaykon #jason todd #superboy #kon-el #my writing #written in moonlight #leo rambles

[unknownunseenunheard]

Every time I visit your blog, I’m reminded of JayKon. And then I’m reminded of the fact that their stories are actually a bit similar, right down to dying at the hands of someone who hated them for no reason and their father/mentor figure trying to redeem said murderer. It’s actually criminal that they never get to interact in Canon, especially when Kon is actually close to like, the other members of the core Batfam

I know right?? That's what drew me in, really. All those parallels that largely get ignored

Hm. As far as I know, Titans United is the only place they really interact, but that comic seems more elseworld aka doesn't fit with established canon

Still, we should have more of them honestly

'course, that would require DC to properly integrate Kon into their new timeline

#someone wants to know #dc comics #konjay #jaykon

[disniq]

For the ship ask, how about JayKon?

Ship it!

1. What made you ship it?

I. Want to say there's a Teland fic floating around that features JayKon? But I might also be making that up lol. (They were kinda flirty in Alan Black's R&D series, too, maybe I'm thinking of that?? Idk)

More recently, this post because DANG the Angst Potential here is *very* tasty!

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

Leather jacket aesthetic? Thigh garters 4 thigh garters??

But also, they both have issues with feeling like they don't fit in their respective families, where they've been dead and gone, forgotten while others moved on and then come back to find there's no place left for them

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on this ship?

Again, not really an unpopular opinion, but as much as I love the angsty spectre of Tim in their relationship, I'd also love something where Tim just. Doesn't factor in for either of them?

Like, they meet entirely independently and Jason vaguely knows Kon worked with Tim but Tim has worked with multiple generations of titans so that's nothing special, and Kon knows Jason is bat-affiliated but doesn't know all the complicated history? And just hit it off so easy, and then Tim has to learn to cope lmao

Or, idk, a Young Justice AU where Jason didn't die so *he* gets to develop ridiculously interlinked relationships with a bunch of incredibly powerful bisexual disasters

[For this ship asks game]

#this was a fun one to think about! #asked and answered #ask games #JayKon