" 'Cause I always stay too long."

Heavy panting and perspiration were laced thick in the air. Masses of writhing and panting bodies moved in disordered unison, like a great mass of liquid churning in a great maelstrom in the near centre of a large ballroom.

" Long enough for something to go wrong."

Two figures became one as the strong beat drives them together, heart beats assimilate as hands and bodies reach out to grasp at hot flesh. Tan met porcelain and ebony black melded with fiery red, these two together ground as the melody reverberated in the air. With a spin emerald green collided with sienna and heavy emotion played across each. Lust and deep attraction across the brown, deep attraction and disappointment in the green.

" Yeah I always stay too long."

Stopping short of the end of the song those two lonely figures cease their rhythmic movement. With a fleeting look the taller smiled leaving his partner on the floor and headed away. Watching the red heads retreating back Linda Park had nothing to say but "Prick!"

The exchange of these to dancers remained mostly unknown to the rest of t he party goers, but mostly is never completely.

"Her head isn't going to explode no matter how hard you stare at her!" Standing against the wall farthest away Dick flinches as the voice seems to materialise out of the thin air. Turning his head to look at the speaker even with his exceptional personality Dick was unable to smile.

"Shut up Damian, I can and I will!"

Smiling Damian regarded his elder brother with care and smiled raising his cup to his lips. "I'm just being realistic about this, if you want to be a total mother fucker fine."

"Well I did fuck your mother!" Another voice seemed to materialise out of thin air and was speaking directly to Damian. As the words sunk in Damian tightened his hand around his glass and shook a little trying to suppress his rage. In the end all he did was slowly walk away muttering very possibly realistic threats.

"Thanks' I don't think I could have dealt with him tonight." Taking a sip from his own cup Dick smiled his appreciation to Jason but a thought suddenly struck him. "Should you really rub sleeping with Talia in his face? He is…volatile."

"Meh if he does anything I'll just call his mother." Grin in place both Jason and Dick shared a laugh with one another.

"Thanks Jay you do make me feel better occasionally."

"Does it make up for me being a prick the rest of the time?"

"No." Both broke out in laughter again, Dick almost moved to tears by it. "God I needed that." Sharing a private smile with his brother Dick took another drink.

"So I do have one question, why are you not screaming at him for even being here?" Questioning Dick carefully Jason looked to where Damian had walked away.

"Everyone but Bruce (Yeah right.) knows he's been able to get into the liquor cabinet since he was eight and at least here we can keep an eye on him." Speaking calmly and reasonably Dick smiled his explanation to Jason.

"That and he becomes human when he's drunk right?" Dicks reaction was simple, he smiled took another drink and raised his eyebrow, but not necessarily in that order.

Finishing his drink Dick placed the cup unceremoniously on the table next to him and with a warm buzz headed towards Cory who he could see at the centre of the dance floor. Pushing past faceless couples Dick wrapped a large hand around Cory's wrist and smiled warmly at her when she turned around.

"Hey there sexy, fancy a private view?" Breathing heavily from her dancing Cory presses in close to Dick draping her arms around his neck.

Smiling a little more predatory Dick moves in close. "I'd rather give everyone here a show."

Beginning to groove rhythmically as the thumping music beats out from the speakers Cory and Dick start what will be an impressive display.

Watching from the same place his conversation with Dick had ended Jason sighs. "I hope to god he isn't going to sleep with her again to get back at Wally." Dropping his head into his hand Jason continues "Steph, your thoughts?"

"Huh…Damn how did you know I was here?" Stopping next to Jason with her drink in hand Steph looks up to Jason with a frown.

"Your not the most ninja of us, if it wasn't me it might have worked. But seriously thought."

Pouting a little Steph turns to regard the two on the dance floor and sighs. "I think Dick should admit that he's a dolphin already and get over it."

"Dolphin?"

"Yeah a gay shark."

"Ah….you know I don't think he's a simple as that." Stopping their conversation the two sigh lighten their posture in unison and continue to regard their elder brother and the not very PG dance move's he using on Mrs Anders.

"So your going already?"

"Yeah Clark...Clark will know if I'm gone too long."

"He seemed pretty interested in Artemis when you left." Sighing deeply Roy surveyed the girl standing in his bedroom with a loving affection. Even from behind the girl was beautiful, a curvy figure toned by many years of training lean muscle danced under tan skin in away that boasted restrained power and optimal grace. "C'mon Jade I know you've got another round in you."

Sighing a little jade sunk back onto the mattress next to her very secret lover. Drawing closer to the boy quite words like whispers in the air left her lips. "Your going to miss your own party." Stopping to place a gently kiss on Roy's shoulder Jade continued "All these people expect you too be a gracious host." Another gentle kiss to his cheek this time and the air was becoming turgid with attraction. Ghosting his arms around Jade Roy waited to hear her speak again, but no words came. A gentle but needing kiss pressed against soft lips begging him to bend to her will. It however unfortunate have the adverse affect. Drawing back from the kiss Roy smiled slightly rubbing up against Jades thigh.

"Ah isn't that a good thing." Jade matched Roy's smile with her own, predatory edge winning over she begins to rub back.

"It's a great thing!" Enjoying the friction Roy moans when it disappears. Looking up he finds Jade half dressed and heading for the door. "Wha-" Confused and highly disappointed Roy all but cries in frustration.

"You were right it is a good thing, you can handle that while I go. Then it doesn't look like were leaving together." Quickly opening the door and escaping Jade laughs as a heavy item slams into the door when it closes. Roy's throwing things again it seems.

Still inside Roy grumps heavily painfully aroused and stark naked he really wises he hadn't pushed his luck. Fumbling a little and trying to conjure up disgusting thoughts it takes him a minuet but he's composed again stood. Still openly naked however he doesn't need the next few minuets events to unfold. Just as he is about to rise from the bad the door Jade had closed not long ago flies open as two intertwined bodies stumble threw it.

"Araghhha!" Turning quickly Roy attempts to used the quilt of his bed to hide his decency as his shout forces the couple to come up for air.

"Wow Roy sorry, dude!"

"Wait so this is the guy who's house this is?"

"You didn't know who's party this was?"

"Enough!" Scarlet red from both anger and embarrassment Roy screams at the two ripping them from their triad. Panting heavily and glaring bloody murder the two retreat from the room. Taking a few deep breaths Roy redresses quickly hoping that one girl who had shown up and didn't know him didn't mean what he thought it did. Fumbling with his zipper Roy exits his bedroom taking a second to realise for the first time how loud the music really was, maybe Dinah's idea to sound proof the bedrooms was even better than he had thought. Moving past couples and singles in the corridor who were up to a variety of things ranging from sitting on the floor talking quietly to themselves to having not exactly light petting sessions Roy attempted to ignore them before getting to the main hall. It was just as bad as Roy had though, word had got out and this had turned into hell in his home. Booze was flowing easily an masses of bodies crowded in ever conceivable place in the house. Out of hand may have been applicable to describe the situation, Roy however chose another equally appropriate word.

"Shit!"

"S-so where did you find 'hic' bottled sleaze t'...t' wear as aftershave…" Drunkenly slurred the words dripped from the speakers mouth slowly, the speaker clearly having to think about every one of them. Once spoken a long and loud drink is taken from the speakers half empty beer bottle.

"S'…same place you managed t'…t' 'hic' grow a vagina!" The comment made little sense but to the speaker was the perfect way to tell the other speaker to fuck off.

"S'sh… shudap Wal' you…fuck...Dick! 'hic'" Shutting up as soon as the words left his moth Bart frowned in regret. Looking down into the beer bottle he had just emptied his frown deepened and confusion crossed his face, he was evidently confused as to how his precious beer had betrayed him. Sighing a little Bart stood pressing away from the table and walked of into the crowed leaving Wally chalk white and frozen behind him.

"Wh…Wha' did say he?" Still chalk white Wally muttered the phrase in an equally drunken slur.

"He said you were a fucking dick!" Chiming in helpfully from next to Wally Eddie who was far less drunk cleared up the situation by repeating what he thought he heard.

"Yuh…right…" Shrugging of his shock Wally stood and moved away from the table walking off in the opposite direction that Bart had headed. Still blanched Wally wondered past many a person mind in a daze.

Dancing with Linda had been great a dream come true actually, but it was also unfulfilling and as such Wally hadn't truly been able to get into it. Instead he had moved off into a room that's purpose had been overtaken by people drinking a considerable amount of alcohol. Taking a seat Wally's evening would from there consist of drinking large amounts of alcohol and trading insults with Bart. Well until the events that had just occurred however. Stumbling as his mind raced Wally headed threw a door and ended up outside of the house. The cool air aided in calming him as Wally stood on the decking surrounded by trees and blooming flowers thinking hard. Did Bart…Did he know about all those times? Wally had thought that he and Dick had been especially careful. They never did any heavy petting while other people were in the house and even then was it weird that two teen age boys even if they were best friends spent a lot of time together? Past freaking out now Wally grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled. It wasn't that Dick was...bad it was just that Wally really liked boobs something Dick was sorely lacking, and not only that it was odd right? Guys didn't do that with guys…it was in the Bible or the Yellow pages or the Origin of Species or something!

Heaving deep and heavy breaths Wally tried to return himself to some kind of serenity. The thing about Bart and Wally and Barry and Jay was that they apparently had extremely high metabolic rates. In simple terms this meant all of them were extremely active and required large amounts of food to remain happy. It however also meant that they absorbed alcohol into their systems a lot faster than most people and as a result became intoxicated more quickly. Slumping against the cold brick of the house Wally held his head between his knees in his hands and decided to wait a little and allow himself to calm down. The one bonus of his metabolism was that it also flushed alcohol from his system more quickly.

Walking away from the drinking table Bart raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and shook his head trying to shake the drunken haze. "Damn…" Muttering to himself Bart picked up his head slightly praying to whatever god was listening that he hadn't said too much. As much as Wally was a massive annoyance and the boy often did more harm than good, you couldn't pick your family. Bart was sure deep down that he maybe loved Wally in a completely plutonic brotherly sense and as fucked up as Wally's relationship with Dick was he didn't want to ruin their good thing. They could very will do that on their own. Having his own little panic attack but admittedly on a lesser scale to Wally's Bart was so immersed within his own world that he didn't realise as he almost toppled over a pretty young woman he bumped into.

"Wow there Tweedy, something up?" Stopping for a second Bart blink dumbly down at the blonde beauty in front of him.

"Nothin' Cissie…" Starting to feel awkward by both the situation and the oddly hopeful look in Cissie eyes either due to alcohol consumption or some other unknown Bart spoke quickly again. "So wanna dance...or something?"

Beaming up at the boy Cissie almost broke out in giggles as she placed a slim hand around his wrist and lead him onto the dance floor. "Or something!"

"Wanna' stroke my python?"

That particular line earned Gar a particularly painful slap across the cheek, but apparently ever the masochist Gar simply ignored his rather poignant put down and simply moved onto his next potential conquest (victim.)

"Can I be your quadratic equation? Because if I can I'll be hard and you can do me on a table!" Slap.

Garfield Logan is not a person that animal magnetism could be used to describe. More accurate would be animal repulsion. Raised from a young age on a savannah in Africa Gar is a master when it comes to all animals bar one; Homo sapiens. Home schooled on the savannah Gar has had very little contact with people other than his parents for most of his life. That all changed however when after an incident he was shipped of to live with an uncle and aunt in the city. This drastic change in environment cause a drastic change in Gar, exposed to all kinds of new things within his first few hours in the country Gar had soon become a terminal flirt. Hey, when your mother was the only lady around you don't think about those things. Then Gar met his first short skirt and well you can see where this is going.

"God, does he ever stop to be not as annoying as-"

"Your trying to put him down even though he only annoys you because you want in them tiny green shorts?" Cutting off her friend quickly Donna Troy surveyed the other girl carefully and could almost feel the anger at her pin point correctness rolling of the other girl.

"Only with a pair of scissors!" Dull down cast eyes continued to survey Gar from beneath dark hair highlighted by the girls pale almost grey skin. Shaking her head Donna smiled lowered it and spoke slowly.

"Rae, for all your Sinicism it is no surprise that your attracted to a boy who makes you laugh. Maybe if you broke out of that satanic box you keep yourself locked in you might have a chance."

"…I'm Azarathian…" Frowning a little Raven admitted defeat and took a sip of her coffee.

Taking a sip of her diet coke Donna smiled again and shrugged. "Why no drinky poo!" Shaking her own glass to highlight the point Donna smirked down at Raven.

"Don't believe in it!" Taking another sip silence echoed between the two and Raven continued to watch Gar in a way that would make her name sake proud and Donna began to plot. Noting a guy holding a tray full of shots wonder past Donna acted fast.

"Hey Rae can you call Vic over hear for me please!" Noting the giant of the man at the other side of the room Raven began to do just as she had asked and Donna continued to act fast. Moving at a lunge Donna quickly grabbed a shot glass apparently filled with vodka from the try the man was carrying. In one swift movement Donna emptied the shot glass she had just procured into Ravens black coffee and hoped to god that the bitterness of the coffee would disguise the Vodka taste.

"He can't here me over the music." Calmly stating the fact Donna jumped a little as Raven spoke but she girl seemed to take no note of the other girls actions and carried on by lifting her cu off of the table and to her lips. Bingo! Raven swallowed the warm sienna liquid carefully and coughed almost immediately afterwards. Blinking a little at the cup Raven narrowed her eye's before starting to obsessively pull at the black wool of her sweater.

"Uh...Rae you ok?" Unnerved by the very odd new behaviour of her friend Donna turned to properly look at the girl. "Shit…that was fast."

"Turning to look at Donna full on Raven then did the most peculiar thing; she smiled. Wide and bright with a red dusting painting her cheeks Raven smiled with a great sincerity and spoke with loud confidence. "Great! Never been better in fact!" Turning back to the dance floor Ravens smile if it's possible got even larger as she spotted Gar. " In fact I'm of to get me some tiny green shorts!" And with that Raven was off onto the dance floor.

Completely shocked by Ravens sudden change of attitude and alcohol tolerance, or lack there of Donna once again lowered her shaking head and smiled. Out of the corner of her eye she kept a watch over Raven and almost choked as she watched the scene about to unfold.

Making her way to behind Gar silent as the grave Raven stalked the boy. Darting in-between the masses of writhing and panting sweat stained bodies until she closed in on her target. Pressing up to Gar's back she felt the boys breath hitch as their proximity dawned on him. Resting her head on his shoulder Raven spoke quietly into Gar's ear, not quite a whisper but still the words hung heavy in the air. Husky and lusting those words made Gar shiver as cold sweat rand down his back and neck.

"If you were an enzyme, can you be a helicase? Because I want you to unzip my jeans."

"Well that worked out better than I could have hoped for." Surveying Gar and Raven grinding together on the dance floor both heavily flushed Donna smiled, it wasn't everyday that she did such good work and felt proud tat she could help her friends find love. Speaking of which Donna's face soon changed from that self entitled smile to a glare of molten fury. Donna's eyes had fallen on a girl at the other side of the room, a girl who had just headed from the direction of Roy's bedroom. Five foot nine with brilliant viridian eyes and cascading jet hair Jade Nguyen was the competition.

Symmetry is a funny thing. The exact definition of the word is basically two thinks that are next to each other being exactly similar or a reflection of one another. The four people stationed directly across from each other are for instance in direct symmetry of one another. There are two people on each side of the room, a boy and a girl. The male is stationed on a chair, with the female in his lap. Both males are black hair and have two blue eyes, one boy is however substantially larger that the other. The females are both blonde with two blue eyes and while one is slightly more muscular her 'reflection' is more curvy. In short and possibly the easiest and least cryptic way to describe this is that across the room from one another are Tim Drake and Conner Kent are currently sucking the faces of Stephanie Brown and Cassie Sandsmark respectively.

Hot heavy and very distracted Tim moves his mouth away from Steph's and leans his head back in his chair while Stephanie decides she likes the taste of his neck. With his head held back and a beautiful girl all over him Tim thinks he should be happy, but as beautiful as Steph is and as amazing as her tongue feels its all very empty. Tim's not sure if he's ever felt attracted to someone before, when we was happy and his father was still alive Tim was too young to know what attraction really was. When we was old enough to understand what it was he had already been adopted and was moving around places far to often. Joe had a great way to kill a guys libido and even if he hadn't, he would most likely never have spent enough time with anyone to know if he liked them or not. Now here he was with Steph and it was like nothing, it was emotionless honestly a little boring and felt kind of gross. While he had never felt attraction to someone or been in love Tim new what it was supposed to feel like and it wasn't like nothing. It was supposed to be like a dull aching , yearning to be around that one person who made you feel special. Like if you couldn't be with them for a week you would rather die than be like that forever, you would do anything just to hold and be held by them. Steph was nice but there weren't any fireworks, and there were supposed to be fireworks, right?

Rolling his head to the side as Steph climbed her way higher up his neck now with a horizontal view of the room Tim took a look about . Directly at the other side of the room threw a crowd of people Tim could just about make out Conner and Cassie who were to his surprise engaging in an activity very similar to Stephanie and himself. Smiling a little Tim watched as tender emotions rolled over Conner's softened features. Tim had never seen a person look so vulnerable, and yet so tense. Conner looked like he was enjoying what was happening but at the same time was ready to throw Cassie of himself should the need arise. Maybe Conner knew something about Cassie Tim didn't and was just being cautious. Maybe Conner didn't really want to be with Cassie? A pang struck Tim as his thoughts carried him away, it was odd he felt guilty in the fact he had also felt a little happy at that thought. Why would Tim want Conner to be unhappy?

"Hay Timmy , is something the matter?" Realising that Steph had noticed him 'leave' Tim snapped his attention back to her and looked up to see her firmly sat in his lap.

"Wha...n-no, don't be silly I was just-" Cutting him off Steph interjected quickly a pout in place.

"Are you a dolphin?"

"…I'm sorry, what?" Not sure what the hell she was on about, on just on for that matter Tim spoke posing the question to Steph.

"A gay shark!…Why does no one understand that?" Speaking the second part more to herself than anyone else Steph focused her eyes on Tim, giant blue orbs shining, forcing the truth out of Tim.

"What gives you that idea? I'm not gay!" Well you've never actually been attracted to either a boy or a girl Tim's inner voice commented helpfully.

"Really, because you seems to be paying Conner a lot of attention." Taking her eyes off of Tim Steph looked over her shoulder to survey Conner and Cassie and their current 'situation'.

Tim had to give it to the girl, for a dumb blonde she wasn't all that dumb. Sighing a little Tim cocked his head to the side and wondered how he had gotten himself into this situation in the first place.

The walk from Tim's to Roy's had been a little longer than Conner had said it would take and even though they left the house at nearly exactly nine it wasn't until twenty past that they actually got there. To Tim's surprise it seemed that patience was something non of JLA's alumnus were familiar with. Only twenty minuets into the party and damn Tim wasn't sure if it was just JLA's alumnus that had attended. He wasn't sure if it was the amount of consumed alcohol or just low alcohol tolerance that had people already throwing up in the rows of hedges that guarded Roy's front garden and Tim wasn't sure he would like to know. Shivering a little as the trepidation rose in his chest Tim squeaked a little as a massive hand landed on his shoulder. Looking up Tim watched as Conner's face transformed, no longer jovial he looked almost scared?

"What's wrong?" Tim found the words heavy in his mouth as he spoke almost like he shouldn't be addressing the question.

"I don't know any of these people…" Stating the fact Tim looked around trying to see if there was anyone her recognised, not like it was more likely he would no know someone that Conner didn't he just had to make sure. The two carried on up the front path to the doors the music getting louder as they did Conner had to raise his voice when he spoke again.

"Looks like we may have a few party crashers." Still looking about Conner ushered Tim into the house while watching the front garden. As Conner then stepped into the house after Tim he walked straight into the boy, almost knocking them both over.

Steadying himself Conner choked out a few words while holding on to Tim. "Dude what's up why did you sto-" Looking into the room ahead of him Conner stopped mid sentence surveying the scene ahead of him.

"So you guy's really don't know how to pace yourself do you?" Reacting to the scene in front of Tim turned to pose the question to Conner.

"Well they have been gong for almost an hour now but…well I don't think this is just JLA." Grasping Tim's shoulders and using the boy as a battering ram of sorts Conner forced his way threw the crowd into the room. Past nameless people and the occasional familiar face Conner and Tim moved further into the room until Conner managed to find a quite corner for the two to stand in quietly.

"Going to explain what the hell your talking about? I thought the party started at nine, how can it have been going on for almost an hour already?"

"Because I lied." As both boys aligned themselves against the wall to survey the scene before them Conner spoke with a sheepish grin. "No offence Tim but your still new meat." Watching as Tim shuddered at the terminology and the slight shift in his stance that indicated being slightly uncomfortable Conner continued on trying to shake the feeling in his gut that Tim's stance had created. "Being new meat, your obviously new! So instead of throwing you to the sharks me and Bart decided we would bring you here about an hour late so everyone had a chance to get sufficiently pissed before you had to meet them. People tend to be lot more friendly when their drunk." Looking out into the crowd Conner frowned and clarified the truth in his statement. "Well mostly…".

"You do take care of me…" Tim aimed a small smile up at Conner but soon found himself staring a little and looked way to find Dick approaching them.

"So this is out of hand…" Sleeping next to them and leaning back against the wall Dick spoke watching the two for a moment.

"Mmm…" Conner just hummed his agreement and took sip from the bottle of booze he seemed to have procured from nowhere.

"I-it doesn't seem that bad…" Chewing on his right thumb nail Tim hugged his right arm with his left and cocked his head a little to try and change his perspective on things.

"It is this bad! Not even half of these people attend JLA." Dick spoke casually and took a sip from the bottle he defiantly didn't have when he showed up.

"Ok how did you do that?" Removing his thumb from his mouth Tim shrugged a little looking between both Conner and Dick. While Tim was still staring at Conner Dick smiled and spoke clearly.

"Like this." With that familiar smile Dick handed a bottle to Tim from seemingly nowhere.

"Is he always like that? Turning back to Conner Tim's face dropped as he realised that Conner had done the opposite of procuring a beer and completely disappeared. "The hell….Dick did you-" Turning back to Dick Tim's face fell once again as he stared at the blank wall Dick had just been stood against. "Oh god…" Shrinking back and trying to become one with the wall Tim frowned a little and started to feel incredibly insecure. Even though no one was looking at him Tim still felt incredibly vulnerable, the wall of comfort that had been Conner and Dicks presence had dissolved incredibly quickly and on the verge of a major freak out Tim did a very silly thing. Throwing cation to the wind Tim place his lips against cold glass and drank. Quickly.

"Do you think this was a good idea?" Frowning a little Conner grossed his arms and shrugged a little.

Across the room from where Dick and Conner were now standing both could see Tim looking a little frightened, but he couldn't see them.

"Not really but, I don't know I just need to know how he reacts to this."

"He isn't a science experiment Dick…" Trailing of Conner took this opportunity to properly study Tim, who was now face deep into the bottle Conner had handed to him.

"You might want to pick your jaw up off the floor Conner." Catching himself Conner turned to glare at Dick.

"What are you talking about." Voice even Conner challenged Dick with the question.

"I'm talking about the fact your regretting giving Tim a long necked bottle." Smiling as Conner returned a dark glare Dick grabbed the younger and a little larger boy by the shoulder and lead him off into another room. "Oh and by the way…Cassie's here and apparently looking for either a fight or a man. Your at the top of both of those list's."

Finishing his drink Tim not surprisingly felt even worse. Now without something to occupy himself Tim resumed freaking out before a warm body brushed up against him. Freaking at the contact Tim backed away a little, and that turned out to be his downfall. Backing into a crowd of people Tim became a human pinball bouncing from one person to another to another to another. Quickly becoming disorientated Tim span a little and when his foot caught on another foot that spin turned into an almost splat as Tim's face headed straight for the floor.

"Careful their Alvin." The voice seems to emanate from a place Tim can't see and a warm and slim but surprisingly strong arm wraps its way around his waist pulling him back to standing.

"My name isn't Alvin…" Big blue eyes carefully look up at Tim regarding him carefully and with a mild sense of confusion.

"Are you sure?… You look like an Alvin…Alvin Draper in fact." Carefully pulling Tim away from the crowd Steph continue to look at him with that same strange affection that Tim couldn't place.

"Yeah well I'm sure my name is Tim, not Alvin. Sorry to disappoint you Steph."

"It's ok." Absolutely serious Steph responded and eventually stopped pulling Tim across the room to stand in front of a table stacked with food. Sighing a little Tim goes for a Gummy Worm while Steph goes fro a Twinkie. Both take a bite and chew slowly in an awkward silence before Tim felling the awkward tension suddenly blurts out. "Hey isn't that Dick!" Blinking a little Steph looked up and tracked her older brothers progress across the room with glassy eye's before turning back to regard Tim.

"Mmm… You really hot." Nudging Tim carefully Steph remained lent against him and smiled up at him once again.

The close proximity and again the look in Steph's eyes put Tim on edge, soon however he came to a sudden realisation. "Steph, are you drunk?"

"No I haven't had a drink all day…" Confused Steph returned to watching Dick interact with both Jason and Damian.

"Um…Right…" Now as confused as Steph looked Tim followed Steph's line of sight, but it was no longer focused on Dick. It was now focused on Jason instead.

"I'll be right back…"Suddenly Steph wasn't as ditzy as she was a second ago. Her face was sharp and focused.

"Yea su-..Wait is it with you people!" Having Steph disappear from beside him had provoked these words and the accompanying twitching movements from Tim. "I have no idea how they do that." Sighing a lot Tim watched as Steph seemed to get shot down by Jason about something. Laughing a little as he watched Tim grabbed another drink off of the table and took a sip. Super sweet, clearly chemically induced strawberry flavours took over his taste buds too hide an edge of something slightly bitter. Coughing a little as the strawberry wore off and the full force of the bitter hit him Tim frowned, grimacing Tim squished his face up an put the glass down. Backing away from the offending liquid Tim headed off into another room and felt a slight bubble of anger rise in his chest. Damn it Conner this is where you got to!

Conner being the little sneak he was had sneaked off into a room which had apparently been turned into a karaoke room. Smiling at Conner on stage as the music started Tim inhaled sharply as a happy rhythm beat threw the speakers. Shaking a little to the infectious beat Tim waited for Conner to start up with the lyrics and felt excitement bubble in his chest.

"I'm taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you."

"I'm your pole and all your wearing is your shoes."

"You got soul! You know what to do to turn me on, until I write a song about you."

The pace of the beat increased and Conner's voice floated in the air and he began to swing his hips to the beat.

"But you don't fold, you don't fade."

"You got everything you need."

"Sister you got it all."

By this time Conner was truly getting into the song swaying and grooving as the music told him too. Twirling with the occasional thrusting of his hips Conner had every eye on him, Two set's of eyes were paying him massive amounts attention watching his every move.

"You make the call to make my day."

"In your message say my name."

"Your talk is all the talk."

"Sister you got it all."

As Conner continued to dance on the makeshift stage he suddenly did something that shocked Tim. At the word sister Conner grabbed the mic stand with his right hand and then lifted is left arm to point into the audience. Tim stood stock still as he felt eyes on him, it was hard to tell if Conner was pointing or even looking at him but Tim felt he was, even if a nagging voice in the back of his head told him otherwise. Felling a blush rise in his cheeks the small smile on his face morphed into a full on grin. Hugging his arms around his stomach Tim felt as another sensation hit him, not fear, not trepidation it was indescribable. An uncomfortable weight lined his stomach and he felt like, like he just didn't want to be there anymore. Swallowing down whatever this nasty feeling was Tim refused to be intimidated by himself and moved further into the room to garb another drink. Picking an unopened bottle from the table Tim quickly sprung the top and drank. Cool and refreshing the liquid helped to calm him and feeling better Tim managed to turn back and look at the stage while a warmth spread around him. Slowly the beat and thrum of the music started to recede as the song started to finish, Conner slowed his movements cooling down with the beat and flashed his audience with a pearly white Cheshire grin. Then everything went to shit. Time seemed to slow and Tim watched as beast lunged onto the stage and attached it's self to Conner's face. Say anything you want but Cassie Sandsmark is nothing if not…um thorough? Just a tad shocked Tim shook a little and tore his eyes from the stage that Conner and Cassie were now clambering down from to find a more private place to resume their activities. Why did he feel sick? Tim blinked a little and shook his head again was something of with the booze? Drinking, or rather draining his bottle Tim planted the bottle back on to the table and left the room possibly a little too quickly. Stopping in another room (How big was this place…) Tim took second to breath, why did he react like that, it wasn't as if he had feelings for Conner, he didn't have feelings for anyone…ever. Just as Tim was pondering why his body was being an ass an arguing couple crossed his path.

"…Bitch."

Hearing the word Tim stopped as his eyes widened a little, it wasn't jealousy it was fear. Smiling to himself Tim consolidated his thoughts. Cassie and Conner were having an argument just a few hours ago and now they were sucking face, that wasn't a healthy relationship dynamic. That was why Tim felt odd, he didn't want his friend being unhappy for doing something stupid. Awesome Tim thought to himself, he knew why he felt bad and it was a lot more simple than he though it was, life was on the up. Taking a shot glass from a boy that past with a tray full of them and drank the thing quickly. Mmm vanilla. Further into the room Tim trekked and soon came to the realisation that he was in fact in the kitchen. Taking a seat on the breakfast nook Tim looked at all the bottles in front of him and was momentarily confused as to whether he was actually sat at a breakfast nook or at a bar.

"Hey Al, try this!" Jumping a little as the voice spoke out of thin air and a slender hand placed a bright pink concoction in front of him Tim calmed himself then turned to gawk at Steph.

"What is it?" Taking the shot glass in hand and raising it to eye level Tim took whiff of the liquid while waiting for an answer.

"Hell if I know." Smiling wide Steph raised her own glass in indication for Tim to drink as she did.

Doing as he was told Tim took his glass and drained it in a single gulp, smacking his lips as he swallowed Tim took a second to enjoy the flavour of cherry that hit him.

"Next!" Shouting the word Steph took Tim's glass along with her own and started to fill it from the array of bottles that were laid out in front of the two of them. Placing the newly filled glass in front Tim Steph smiled again.

For a time the two of them sat in the kitchen alone in their own bubble of a drunken haze, stresses about Conner and Cassie forgotten in place of a lot of strong liquor. Casting a glance across to Steph Tim smiled with drunken confidence and spoke slowly slurring the words slightly but still managing to get his point across.

"You smell…S-sell like vanilla, I-i like vanilla." Dropping his head onto Steph shoulders Tim looked up at the blonde threw heavily lidded eyes and smiled again before preceding to giggle madly. "Y-you also ha…Have amazing smile…" Snuggling further into the soft aubergine wool of Steph's jumper Tim continued to look up at her with intense affection. Heavy breathing and silence passed carelessly between the two for several moments. Slowly as the two gazed into each others eyes as there faces gradually got closer, inch by inch by inch.

And that Tim remembers is how he got into his current situation, a rather hot and kinda sticky situation. Sill looking at Steph looking at Conner Tim sighed and placed his hands on Steph's thighs. Using the position he was currently in Tim exerted a little forced displaced Steph from his lap and into the set next to him with soft 'oomph'.

Rolling down her top from where Tim's hands had been searching over her back Steph spoke directly to Tim. "Well, pushing me off of your lap isn't going very far in helping you with that 'not gay' defence."

Staring shocked at Steph Tim sighed and stood, a little to flushed to formulate a proper argument he did the next best thing; left. Moving away from Steph and out of the room Tim exited the house via a clean glass door and let the night air cool him off to have a proper think.

"Mopeing really doesn't suit you Wal'"

Sweet honey suckle vines hug from the veranda of the Queen estate scenting the air with a light sugary scent. Hearing those words a head adorned with violent copper locks springs to life, the body attached to that head slumped against the cool brickwork shaking a little as it registers the noise. Looking up to register the source of the sound Wally lowers his head again to continue mopeing.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be banging Kory up against a cupboard door right about now?"

"I could say the same about you and Linda." Sighing a little Dick lowers himself down and takes a seat next to Wally against the brick wall. Looking to the side Dick smiles a little in an attempt to console his friend but finds the action to almost anger Wally more so.

"Would you please just go away?" Miserably Wally mutters the words to Dick hoping he would take the hint and leave.

"What did I do?" Greatly saddened by the fact his friend was being so dismissive Dick frowned and lowered his head before mumbling. "What did I do to make you hate me?"

Stopping at the words Wally felt anger bubble up in his chest and he pushed up and away from the wall to build some distance between himself and Dick.

"Would you stop ignoring me!" Pushing himself from the wall Dick stood to try to breach the gap between himself and Wally. "God why are you being such a baby! Grow up and talk to me!"

"Stop telling me what to do! You have no right to tell me what to do!"

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I don't want you here or around me!"

Stopping dead in his tracks realisation dawned on Dick for a second before his face fell and a deeply uncomfortable feeling set in on his chest. "Is this a-..About us?"

"Ha!" The harsh sound exited Wally's mouth loudly with substantial mirth. Moving a little closer to Dick and invading his personal space Wally smiled down at the boy. "That's the problem! There isn't an us, there never will be. Because an us would be wrong!" Bumping into Dick's shoulder as he past Wally left without room to argument.

Leaving Dick on the veranda Wally moved back into the house feeling a little better. Smiling he realised he was about to feel a lot better seeing a beautiful Blonde girl pass. A blonde with a great ass.

"Care to explain where you've been?" Not even looking towards her Clark takes a drink and continues to stare at two dancing girls writhing together in the centre of the room.

Sighing at her 'boyfriends' clear lack of interest Jade frowned as she drew closer to the giant of a man. Clicking her fingers in the front of her 'boyfriends' face Jade almost hit the boy when he didn't respond, well actually she did hit him. Hard across the back of his head.

"Ah…what the hell?"

"Hey ass wipe you ask me a question and you don't even care for the answer!"

"Huh what?" Turning to face jade with a glassy eyed lack of enthusiasm Clark dropped his mouth open to gawk at the girl.

"Uughhh!" Squeezing the air like she was wringing the boy's neck Jade growled out the sound before stalking off.

"Hey dude you feeling ok?"

Stepping out of a clear glass door Conner approached Tim who was stationed on a sun lounger next to the pool. The iridescent glow of that same pool painted the surrounding area and as a result Tim in halo of

Aquamarine. Feeling an odd unhappiness in his stomach at the way the colour stained Tim in a depressing light Conner sighed and pressed himself down on the lounger opposite Tim to await an answer.

"Fine thanks', I think…" Sinking lower into the lounger Conner watched as Tim in his drunken state decompressed and leaned forward to survey him.

"Really because most people don't spend a party outside…and if they do its not alone." Wiggling his eyes at the insinuation and watching Tim go pink at the insinuation Conner smiled.

Sighing little Tim shifted and stood but fell again almost immediately afterwards. Now positioned on his back and looking up even in his state Tim tried to iterate his thoughts. "Honestly, I just think that this is a little weird. You guy's are all amazing, especially you and Bart and it's a little overwhelming…." Letting his thoughts trail of and hoping he hadn't said to much Tim silenced himself while Conner spoke.

"Dude…you make it sound like you've never had friends before…" Watching the look of worry that fleets over Tim's face Conner stops in his tracks and raises a single eyebrow in question. "Tim…This may sound crazy but…Have you had friends before? Right?" Insistence ebbed its way from the last word and Tim shuddered a little at how quickly this perfect new world was going to shit.

"N-No I haven't had friends before Con'...I just don't do well…w…w." Finding himself unable to continue Tim dropped his head into his hands and bit down on his tongue desperately trying not to cry. Reacting in an instant Conner was immediately by Tim's side and slug a warm heavy arm around his friend.

"Wow…there Timmy boy, how much have you had to drink?" Lolling his head up Tim focused unfocused eyes on Conner and hiccupped delicately into the other boy's shoulder. "That much?" Consolidating his knowledge that Tim was being emotional because of untold amounts of alcohol in his system Conner wrapped his arm more tightly around the boy and made a few reassuring noises before continuing on. "Right, I think I see the problem here, your being Drunk guy number five; the cry-ie" Stopping as Tim shifted a little and spoke Conner smiled.

"I'm being a w-what ? I'm p...I'm pretty sure I-I'm being Tim." Confusion crossed Tim's face and Conner sighed setting in to teach the boy the joys of how booze effects people.

"Timmy, I don't know how much experience with liquor you've had, but in my experience there are seven types of drunk. First you have; the sleepy, the guy who falls sleep really quickly and other people draw on his face. Second you have: the huggy , the guy who gets very touchy feely, that's me apparently." Conner adds the last few words with a giggle but continues on anyways. "Then thirdly you have the angry, the guy who picks a fight and ruins everyone's nigh. I don't think we have an angry here tonight… Then you have number four; The deep conversationalist. Those are people like Steph and Cass and Megan people who either don't talk much or seem a little ditzy, they trap you in deep meaningful conversation about shit know one cares about. Then we have Drunk guy number five; you. The crier well they cry, about almost everything." At that Tim shifts again but its more to say 'I'm not a crier, and I have a reason to cry' (Typical Crier response) that out of discomfort or a need to move. "Number six is; The hyperactive, take Bart for instance he's nuts normally, but get a few drinks in him and he will try to climb the walls al la Spider-man. Finally we have the player slash whore slash person who will be doing the walk of shame in the morning. Tonight you can take Cassie as you example, she'll be willing to bed anything tonight. Most especially something that has emotional meaning to her already." Smiling at his own explanation Conner felt Tim stop leaning on him and sit up a little looking across to him.

"S-o you and Cassie? W…Wha-what was that" Being too drunk to really understand the implications of asking the question Tim did and watched as Conner face fell a little before he was able to catch himself.

"Complicated…tonight she just kinda, kinda blind sided me."

"oh.." Tim made that small noise of understanding then looked into hi palm before continuing. "So…it was nothing like…l-like me and Steph?"

"Yeah…and I was going to ask about that, how do you even know her?"

"Media!"

"R-right…But why do you care about what me and Cassie do?"

"I-I…'sked myself th-that earlier. I don't t-thin I want's to s...to see you hurt." Sighing a little Conner tightened his arm around the surprisingly thoughtful (even in that state) boy.

"Thanks Tim…Though what do you mean it was nothing between you and Steph, it seemed lie a lot of something."

Grinning at each other both boys let out a laugh and a smile before Tim broke the comfortable silence that was setting in. "I d'know sh…she seems nice, but I've never been that way with a person before…an' I didn't feel anything." Stressing the word feel to Conner Tim opened his hand to try and show what he was trying to say.

"So you've never been like that before?" Laughing again in a way that made his whole body shake Conner leered down at Tim with a massive smile. "So how was your first kiss?"

"Wet!" Grinning as well Tim let the word go as a joke and leaned forward a little to listen to Connor's reply.

"Well, I guess you don't have much to compare with…" Still smiling Conner faltered as Tim's face didn't quite fall but twitched as if offended slightly. "Sorry dud-"

Cutting him of Tim spoke lazily making direct eye contact. "Your right… I don...don't have comparison." Leaning closer as he spoke Tim smiled and Conner froze when he realised their proximity to one another.

"Uh Tim you wanna' bac-" Cutting Conner off for the second time in less than a minuet this time Tim found a more inventive way to do it. Carefully h brushed wet lips against Connor's own before retracting and humming carefully. "Boy kisses are better…."

Speaking the words at just above a whisper Tim hummed hi approval before simply walking away, leaving a dumbly smiling Conner in his wake.

Hmm so I fell like this is a bit of a slow chapter anyone with me? I don't know why I just feel it isn't as good as I intended it to be :/ oh well (shrug).

This updates Musical thank yous go to Jason Mraz for 'Butterfly' the song Conner sings and Plan B for 'Stay too long' the one playing at the start.

As always Review are appreciated and make me write faster and write longer chapters J

Now one last thing, or well a few other things…

One: How do we feel about all these other ships? Want more of Tim/Kon or are you ok with having little bits of the others taking the spot lights? On that note have any ships you want me to make a mention of ;)

Two: The music video, I was going to have them do 'Smooth criminal' but I also had ideas for things like 'Lady Marmalade' or 'Express yourself'. Which do you like or if you'd like to suggest a song (And not just for the video, for music in other chapters too.)

Three: Timelines, you have to think of this story as flexible, a chapter will usually cover the events of a day but scenes within that chapter my take part any time of that day. They will be as chronological as possible but I just thought I'd let you know.

Four: Another one for time. The school system may seem a bit odd to you guys but here's how it works with reference.

First years = 14/15= Damian Wayne, Colin Wilks, Katrina Facone, Iris West II etc etc

Second Years = 15/16 = Tim, Kon, Bart, Cassie, Cissie, Linda Park etc etc

Third Years = 16/17 = Jason Todd, Jade Nguyen, Artemis Crock, Garfield Logan etc etc

Forth/Final Year = 17/18 = Dick Grayson, Cory Anders, Donna Troy, Wally West etc etc