Sometimes you’re really insufferable.

Don’t get him wrong— you’re one of Kon’s best friends. He cares about you and your opinions lots, and he doesn’t particularly enjoy fighting you when it’s serious. He regularly makes sure you get out of your own head and have movie nights with him and the rest of the team. You’re his friend.

You’re also a stubborn asshole. And sometimes, stubborn assholes need to be helped from their assholery by getting hot and sweaty— not in that way, though heyitcouldbethatwayifyouweredownforit— so that’s why it’s midnight in the Tower and he’s pinning you down to the training room mats.

The spar has been filled with threats, jabs, language that Ma wouldn’t approve of, and a lot of sneak attacks from you. You’re a slippery little bastard.

He’s got your wrists pinned, feeling triumphant and that he also sort of likes the view?? Nope, wait, it’s got to be the frustration that’s been ebbing at him ever since you made that call earlier today on the mission. Honestly— you could’ve been killed.

Right now though, he’s looking down at you and seeing your muscles flex. Your body underneath that suit you wear. Sculpted like a god. Jesus.

“Got you now,” Kon grins wolfishly, looking down at you. “You’re not getting away this time. Unless you’d like to admit that you’re important to me?”

He’s been trying to get everyone to repeat affirmations. It’s helped Cassie a lot— but of course the Bat is the most resistant. Hence: stubborn asshole; therefore spar.

That he’s totally won. You definitely haven’t almost won twice already, no way…