Yo, Neko.  This is a teaser.  Consider it revenge for all the E82 distractions you’ve been sending my way lately.  (And as a thank you for Roy <3 )

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“And when was that again?” Nightwing asked around a mouthful of cereal. He crunched loudly, adding more to the two inches of milk in the bottom of the bowl from the box at his elbow.

“Two days ago,” Kon replied, running a hand through his hair. He leaned against the table, intently watching the man demolish his breakfast.

The older vigilante arched a brow, swallowing. “It took you this long to find me? You could have just paged me over the Titan line.”

The clone shrugged. “Yeah.”

“But that would have been cheating,” Nightwing finished. His spoon tipped toward the bowl, clinking against the ceramic. “You’re really serious about this?”

“Would I be here if I wasn’t?” Kon asked. Groaning, he sat back in his chair. “I don’t know what it is—I just can’t stop thinking about him. Do you think I wanted to want my best friend? You think that was on my list of things to do? Because I don’t. I think it’s crazy. Messed up.”

Nightwing chuckled.

“What?”

He gestured with his spoon. “Well…you pretty much just described love.”

Superboy’s face contorted, caught somewhere in the spectrum between shock and disgust.

“I’m not in love with Robin.”

“You just want to date him,” Nightwing said flatly.

“Yeah. Sure.”

The man snorted. “Nice distinction.”