Summary:

Kon masked his uncertainty with humor, sue him. Not that it ever worked on Robin. A smile was the best he's gotten so far. Kon would kill to hear the guy laugh. He would bet it was a really pretty laugh.

Kon's thoughts were cut short when he was shoved against the door. "Hey! What's the big id—mph!"

Soft lips swallowed up the rest of his words in a harsh kiss. It was more teeth and biting than anything else, but the Kryptonian's brain was too busy blue-screening to really complain about the technique.

Robin was kissing him!