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@nomorefear

[cohero]

from here

[maybe it took a little longer than dick said to get the dogs. he went out of the way to make sure that he had the right medical stuff on hand first. he needed to stop by a nearby safehouse for a small handheld machine that acted close to an x-ray machine. it scanned for massive damage. if anything was really wrong with jason, they'd know after a quick run of this.

thank god for medical advancements and okay, bruce. it was one of the few things that dick still used when he had the chance to. he wasn't cleared for all the safehouses, but he told bruce he'd be around and got the okay. medical gear acquired, dick went down to a little place he knew that made the best chili dogs. he was picking them up when he texted jason last.

it was hard not to worry. dick was doing his best. he could deal with the ordinary things, but cars were not ordinary. hurrying back to jason's place, dick made it back in time to set up the tiny place with all he'd brought back by the couch, including two candles to make it nice looking. even if he'd be using a bright medical grade lamp to do any stitching needed. ]

[nomorefear]

[ It takes Jason a little longer to get back too. He's glad Dick didn't try to talk Jason into going out with him tonight, but now he knows when he gets back it's going to be this whole ordeal. Clearly Jason still has trouble accepting help- but even more than that, he hasn't really told Dick that he still goes out as Red Hood.

Maybe Dick already knows, and this won't be a conversation they have to have, but he's pretty sure Dick doesn't, cause that would have been a whole lecture in and of itself, along with disappointment that he's still out there using lethal force.

It's not something he really thought about last night when they got together, or this morning in bed when they made each other come. But now as he's arriving back to his place, stashing away his Red Hood costume, the's thinking about it alright. When he jiggles the lock and heads inside, he definitely tries to act less beat up than he is. At least his suit took the brunt of it. ]

Hey.

@nomorefear

[cohero]

from here

[finding jason and starting this with him has been a dream for dick, one that he wasn't even sure was possible. there's a lot of things attached to it that he's working through. he's happy, so damn happy and he doesn't want to let go of that, so he's going to do everything he can to keep it going.

taking jason's hand, he leads him to the shop and pays for the full experience. they'll have time with the dogs and then coffee/tea and snacks after.

after they've paid, dick takes him into their own little puppy room with about eight puppies of varying sizes and ages. they all immediately start running around and jumping on them. ]

oh man. this is going to be crazy.

[nomorefear]

[ Jason never imagined that Dick would be happy when it came to anything relating to him, but Dick seems happier than Jason's ever seen him before. It's hard to believe that it's because of him. He'll take it, though. He'll absolutely take it.

Hand in Dick's he heads inside with him, glancing around. It's not like any place he would have ever decided to come to, so he's glad Dick had this idea. Once they get led into the room, Jason's mouth basically falls open when he sees all the little puppies. ]

Holy shit... this is the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me.

[He laughs, immediately crouching down to greet all the little puppies as they start jumping on the two of them.]

[theotherobin]

hey. are u mad at me?

[cohero]

No, why?
What's up?

@dead_tongue

[cohero]

[from here]

[Fucking professional boundaries. Dick had hoped that they were beyond being professionals and more about friends at least. He really screwed that pooch. The house and its state of of up and down dress really doesn't bother Dick. Living with Bruce and then teens has taught him to expect anything.

He sighs when he settles on the bed next to Iggy, a hand going out to run along the other male's side. ]

I'm not socially stupid. I'm actually rather good with social graces. I apologized once and I understand where you are coming from. I am used to having my privacy invaded because of who I am, but there are parts of my life that very few people know about. I protect those parts with dark devotion. I do get it. I will back off if you think it's best. I get it, I do.

[He sighs, but he doesn't want to make Iggy feel guilty for Dick's own mistakes. This is a common thing for Dick, and he knows what he does and where his mistakes always land him.]

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy laughs, sort of - it's a sudden giggle that he cuts off almost immediately.] Did. You just say "dark devotion"? Dick. Baby sweetie. Do you want me to put on some Bauhaus for you?

[He sits back and opens the juice so he can swallow some. It feels heavenly.]

Ah. God, that's good. Thank you. Alright, okay, you're great with social graces, you just snoop on people and think offering head is a way to calm down dudes you're sleeping with.

You are sleeping with other people, aren't you?

@nomorefear

[cohero]

[from here]

Yeah. I was more interested in us and making sure we were in a good place.
Now we are, I can let her in a little.
I'm not close after all that happened, but we're alright.

See you soon.

Ty! ❤️

[nomorefear]

I get it.
That's really good.
I've been talking to her too.

See you soon, babe. Thanks for indulging me ;)

@bubblegumheart

[cohero]

from this tfln
Well, you are my girl.
You're my one and only, and I will take care of you even if it's only a few sore fingers.
When we go to Gotham, we'll spend an entire day at a spa getting you pampered by the best.

I like challenges. I also like tasting every inch of you.

[bubblegumheart]

I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that.
An entire day at a spa? Is that even going to be fun for you?

I'm beginning to see that. If you keep saying things like that, you're going to make me blush.

[Plot twist: she's already blushing.]

for nomorefear

[cohero]

from here

[It's been so long in coming that Dick has to hold on for a second, securing the hand around him tightly until the wave of intensity passes and he's sure that he's not going to come early. It's a very real possibility considering how much he wants, and how good it feels just being here naked with Jason.

Every inch of Jason's body is absolute perfection, there's scars and marks, that speak of every battle and war he's fought to become who he is and Dick can only run his fingers over them, his mouth.

Pushing Jason back into the mattress, Dick begins to cover Jason's body with his mouth. He takes each of the other male's nipples into his mouth and sucks at them proper, taking his time to make Jason moan for him. He grips at Jason's hip, digging his fingernails in as he does. Holding himself back, but barely, from letting his cock dig into Jason's hip. He wants to make them both want and need to the very last second. ]

[cohero]

Back to the beginning

[There's something to be said for having Bruce be closer to his age that makes it less intimidating at times, even if there's a ringing paradox to the entire thing. Cut from the same cloth, and made to be so near the same person and yet Dick's been through a life apart from the mansion for some time. Tangentially, there's also a different kind of emotion attached to this Bruce, than one he'd ever feel for any of the others, the ones who raised him.

It bounces back and forth, confusing him and yet now while he's feeling softer and more open due to the effects of far too much alcohol, maybe it's easier to slice through the hard shell Dick knows so well, and expose the network of guilt and grief that he's equally accustomed to beating dully inside. At least, that's what he expect inside one he imagines he knows well enough.

So, he waits, with the good alcohol out. A bottle of bourbon. He's already had two glasses and left Bruce one sitting on the coffee table right next to his in front of the leather couch, not next to the large wing-backed chair that would probably be the other man's choice. Sorry Bruce. ]

[batsymbol]

( he hasn't been at it as long as some other version of himself. ignoring the whys and the hows of it all to begin with — honestly just blame it on a flash or someone similar — he's here and it's been an adjustment of sorts, but. bruce always pushes through. even when some part of him deep down feels as if he can't. he does. every time. because he has to. not necessarily because he wants to.

but despite being the thirty-something reclusive prince of gotham who's only been at it as batman for a couple years now, he's still bruce at his very core. it's just the man, bruce wayne, doesn't always exist alongside the vigilante, the batman, that he's become now. a balancing act he's still trying to master — that alfred still fiercely hopes he won't drown himself in with his obsessive fixation on saving gotham. on making a difference. because no one else will.

he's a little more bruce than batman at the moment what with his being here, but. that's not to say he's about to be an open book or play the role of the playboy billionaire a much older version of himself tends to fall into when he needs to; he's not there yet. he's more raw and angry and still wears his scars beneath his suit with a heavy burden. but he's trying? or something.

regardless, he's there, dressed in black — what a surprise — and gives a few knocks on the door. part of him feels awkward about this. but another part of him feels like it's something he should do. oh, to be at war with yourself constantly and overthink every goddamn thing. the life of bruce wayne, no matter the version. )

@dawn_is_breaking

[cohero]

from here

Nesting, huh? Is this where I ask if you're pregnant? [He teases right back with a wide grin, laughing because he knows that she's obviously not. Sitting down next to her, Dick slides his arm behind her and then curls one around her in front and brings her into the shadow of his embrace]

It's looking pretty wonderful. You'll fill it out more as you get settled. We tend to collect things over time. I don't know how, but I have lots of things in my apartment that I'll never need. Weird statues, pictures that I never remembered buying...

[Some of that is because he's had missions all over, and even more of that is because other people have done the decorating in several of the places he's lived in. It was always easier to fill out a bachelor's pad if he didn't have to do the filling.]

thank you for moving <3

[dawn_is_breaking]

Nesting because of the bird motif. [She counters with a grin and gives him a little nudge.]

Maybe that's where your bird motif comes in, you don't decorate, you just collect shiny things.

[cohero]

from here

Anything but the laptop could have been flung across that desk and Dick would have been more than fine with enjoying every flavor of Jace, or visa versa. It didn't matter who wanted to be in charge for the night. Every way that it went, Dick sat squarely in the victor's chair every time. He loved the way they changed and moved against one another, always enjoying something new and different with each time they fell inside each other and let the world sink away.

Tonight was no different. "I'll take everything." Dick meant it too. He'd take it all from his love. There was nothing that he'd leave behind, there was nothing Dick would hesitate to sink into. He'd take blood, body and soul, every passionate breath that boiled from heated lips to perfectly bare skin. When Jace spun them wildly about, dancing away his shirt, until they were back where they began, Dick smirked and tipped his head against the pull on his hair and ran his teeth tightly against the hunter's neck, leaving small marks in his wake.

A small lap of apology followed, until it was taken up by a gasp when Jace found his nipple. "Fuck. You know what that does to me, and I love it." His hips jutted quietly against Jace's rutting their cocks together again and again. Dick drove himself against his lover with a purpose. "Keep it up, and see how long I let you last like this."

[j4ce]

Jace smiled at Dick's proclamation, but the blond wasn't sure if he was being gracious or greedy and part of the Shadowhunter wanted Dick to be both. Air huffed from Jace's nostrils as Dick's teeth found his skin, causing the brown locks to shift before settling back in the casual handsomeness Dick always seemed to have. Put together without a care, the swagger and the confidence of a born fighter with the grace of someone just as cautious.

A chuckle burbled up from Jace's throat, his fingers yanking back toward himself, pulling Dick's nipple with them before releasing it. Slowly, like a stop-motion film, Jace's fingers tiptoe-walked down Dick's chest to his stomach, then lower. Passing his navel, they finally found the button to Dick's pants, slipping the shiny button through the loop. A second later, they did the same to Jace's, the material of his jeans seeming to sigh open like a bud facing the rising sun. "Oops," he said, with no apology in his tone.

His clothes were loose when compared to his work clothes, the tough black leather used to keep him safe from blades and teeth and claws. Damn his own hubris, but Jace liked the way he looked, and even in a grocery store visit wouldn't allow himself to look sloppy.

A puff of air rolled over his fat bottom lip, hips shifting as his erection tried to straighten itself inside his boxer briefs. A lone fingertip strummed the elastic band of Dick's own underwear like a lazy guitarist before practice before tracing up the ravine leading to his lover's hip. If only Lewis and Clark has such lovely landscape to chart, they probably wouldn't have ever returned to give their report.

for @taveren

[cohero]

from here

[When Mat takes up from his cozy spot on the couch where he happens to be eating Dick's most sacred of foods. How dare that little rat pilfer the cereal he'd tucked away in the safe under lock and key. How the hell did he get in there anyways. Dick shakes his head with a huff, and knows that the jewels and money are still there even if the cereal is not. So far nothing has been taken from the safehouse, not even a dime fallen between the couch cushions. It's been a curiosity from the beginning.

It's also the reason why Dick has decided to bring Mat into his life. Dick is sick of the quiet apartment, and this place only has one small bed, and while he doesn't mind sharing it. If they're going to share a bed, shouldn't it be his king sized one? Not that there isn't an entire set of rooms that Mat could take for himself should he wish.

Turning round, Dick physically bumps into Mat standing behind him. It knocks one of his more painful bruises and he falls back to sitting on top of a small table with a grunt.]

Yes, you're moving in, with me. I'd never evict you. Yes, I'm bleeding. Go get the kit and we'll sew me up.

[It's with a sigh that Dick pulls off his shirt, and pants, leaving him in his boxers. He can roll them down the partway needed to get at the full wound that cuts down the side of his back and across his kidney area and stops short of his sacral spine-- aka right about his plump ass.]

I think there's a little bit of fentanyl in there for the pain, you can inject me. It should knock me out long enough for you to sew. I'll show you which kit to use. Or you can use the stapler if you feel more comfortable. It'll work too.

beep beep super late tag dump incoming

[taveren]

[ Hard to say what the skeptical wrinkle to his nose takes aim at, or what it wrinkles at the most—the surprise announcement? The sentiment lurking behind an I would never—? Dick's imitation of hamburger helper? For the time being, the other's state takes precedence over all else, housing arrangements included. Mat hits the pause button on his confusion in favor of the time sensitive item on the agenda. ]

I take it that's another concussion talking. Well, stay down before you fall down and finish the job.

[ If first aid supplies had a social security number, he'd have it memorized with how intimate of friends he's become with them since meeting Dick Grayson. The correlation speaks for itself. Little wonder the other has so much disposable cash, for that matter; he needs it to fund his bandage supply.

Retrieving the kit, he sets it down next to the other, more at ease than he'd like to be cracking its lid. Mat makes a series of faces not unlike going through the twelve stages of grief—all the more scrunched up and frowning once the extent of the damage is visible—but his hands are sure, assembling what he needs. An even more familiar tool in his toolbelt is a characteristic string of commentary while doing so. ]

Fent and staples. That's a relief. Here I was worried it was serious.

@aimlesswonder

[cohero]

from here

I cook from time to time, but not as much now that I live by myself. I might check out a dinner party. I'll see.

[Larger gatherings were not normally Dick's thing, because eventually someone naturally recognized him as the ward of Bruce Wayne and then the questions came. All the things that bore him, and things he hated answering for the press over and over, much less people he hardly knew. Being a status symbol and a media presence had its downfall.

Dick felt rather lucky that Guin hadn't brought any of that up, either she didn't know, or she was being polite, and he genuinely appreciated it. The next question made him smile. There was a world of ridiculous in his past. Much of it he couldn't talk about, but of the stuff he could. Well, it was hard to come up with the most ridiculous thing. He pushed his lips together as he thought.]

You've asked a difficult question. There are so many good answers. I've done a few ridiculous things in my time. You have to understand that before my parents were murdered we were trapeze artists. I grew up an acrobat, and still am to this day. Add a lot of alcohol to that, and trying to impress girls by jumping across or off things, you get much that is ridiculous. Tops of buildings across to other buildings, swinging up staircases, I've done most all of it.

[Dick laughs. He's done a lot of stupid in his day, and that's only the half of it. Honestly, it's hard to come up with some of the most crazy things he's done. He's sure that they were probably mostly done as Robin or Nightwing, and therefore unable to be shared.]

I've also taken girls skinny dipping at mansions when I know the homeowners are away. I'm good at getting past security.

[aimlesswonder]

We might've had a lot of fun if we'd met 15 years ago. Or gotten into a lot of trouble.

[She says it with a breezy laugh of her own, and the explanation immediately follows.] I was a spoiled rich kid from Beverly Hills, and then we moved overseas for a few years which I hated. So I was always either getting into arguments with teachers or trying to find some way of getting attention. I built a rocket launcher in science lab. Not the assignment at all, but it shot smoke bombs and I ended up making a bigger one for the football team to use before their games. Most of the really stupid stuff though involves me naked.

[There is no shame when she says that. In her college years, Guin had been promiscuous and she owned that as part of her youthful impulsiveness. She wouldn't be caught dead fooling around in a museum now, but she didn't try to run from anything she'd done before the Navy had helped her straighten herself out. And she still had a fairly high sex drive; she was just confining it to the appropriate places. Or would if she had done anything more than one rough date since her divorce. She was not enjoying her current lack of physical intimacy, hence the texting that had gotten her sitting in front of Dick to begin with.]

That's why I was glad you texted. Currently on the longest, probably the only, dry streak of my life. I guess you could say I've always been fooling around in some way, whether it's the sex or doing impulsive things to see what happens.

I've just gotten better at saying no to that instinct.

@reneger

[cohero]

from here

[There's a roar of emptiness when Jay doesn't move, isn't put off by Dicks confession, his ugly version of truth that spews from sour lips. It's quite possible that there's only one of them that fully understands the significance behind it. The upended passion that dwells like so much fire beneath Dick's skin, ready to ignite and burn him up at any second.

Not only is there no step back, but Jay leans in and Dick swallows thickly the greed that lies heavy in every part of his body. There's no way to hide the attraction that sits between his legs, nor still the raging of his heart, but he can do his best to speak some sense. If any of this ever made a lick of it. ]

I've never wanted to fuck around with a guy... any one but you.

[Fingers remain behind Jason's neck working to expand and curl over and over while Dick's jaw and neck become a playground of sensation, fanning the flames, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Everything that's Jason, the copper sting of him still sits and swirls around Dick's tongue as it aches to meet another part of the younger man's skin once more. Through all his battles, he's always been alive, but this is another form of it-- another measure of being alive that he doesn't recall feeling. ]

It is different. I want it to be different. Don't you see that. I want to cover your body with my mouth, taste every inch of you, swallow you down and then do more than fuck around. I want it all, Jay. I want everything.

[reneger]

( he almost wants to ask where the hell is wally on this side of the multiverse. not because jason knows they've fucked around or anything, but because despite the fact wally's married with two (three now? star city's a little out of his range) kids these days, he and dick have been embarrassments with each other since long before jason came into the picture. maybe he'll check in on that later. find out where the hell dick's hoard of redheads has gone to.

but that's a later problem.

right now, he's biting down hard just above dick's collarbone, enough to draw blood. drags his tongue across it as soon as his teeth have pulled out of flesh, and drops the hand he has cornering dick in against the wall, so he can slip his hand between them and grind his palm in against dick's crotch. jason's suited up, he's not stupid enough to show up to a seedy bar without a cup, which--works in his favor as much as it works against it this time around. it's uncomfortable, ruins all chances of getting any kind of satisfying friction, but it also means it's not obvious how he's affected. not yet. )

You're really not gonna get that here. ( but that's already obvious. dick has told him not here, he's made his reasons clear. jason can hear him. they could leave, or jason could just - ) But it ain't gonna be comfortable walking out of here with this, is it? ( his palm grinds in a little harder; jason's not moving away, he's taking advantage of being close. ) Want me to get you off first?

@thesnacks

[cohero]

from here

You'll find better drinks when you get older and more experienced. I think a screwdriver was one of my first drinks too. That and vodka and frozen lemonade mixed in a blender. I don't think I ever drank the second one again.

Like my really good alcohol. Never as in I'll drink it before anyone else knows it's available.

Why not? It's something fun to do together and that way I can make sure that all the trouble you get into is with me. My drink depends on my mood, and how drunk I want to get and how fast I want to get there. I love a good beer after work. Tequila shots are great for dates because they have the possibility for licking your date, but they are also a great way to get drunk, fast. They also encourage bad behavior, so use them sparingly and safely. I love a mixed vodka drink, or any great shot recommended by a bartender honestly. If I am somewhere nice, I'll have a whiskey or bourbon. I know that's a lot, but there's a science to it all.

[thesnacks]

welll that's the whole point of knowing someone as old and experienced as you, right? so you could tell me what the good drinks are. we can drink together if you promise to teach me your science.

wait. licking your date??

[jbird]

[cont from here]

Craving a dick pic? Even after the assault to your eyes? Maybe I can help with that...

;)

You're safe this time but don't get too comfortable. Though you'd have to get me completely shit faced to get me to step foot in a karaoke bar.

[cohero]

You're an ass, you know that right? I'm craving you so fucking bad right now. I want those lips on mine, and then I want to put my mouth everywhere else.

You think Babs got me here while I was sober? She had to beg and plead, and drown me in whiskey and beer.

@her_own_rules

[cohero]

from here

[Even with his tongue tantalizing, teasing and toying with one of the most intimate parts of her body, Dick can feel himself falling under their spell, the one created when Dick is anywhere near Barbara. It's almost impossible for him to stay down on his knees, when he wants to look up that body of hers and watch her face, see the perfect arch of her back. Perhaps the chair is most wonderful for him to bury his face between her legs, but it-- lacks. Far be it from Dick to let that stop him from using his other senses.

Fingers crawl along her thighs and reach up to cradle a breast, thumb circling a nipple in almost the same manner as he tortures her clit. He inhales her scent, smearing it across his not only his tongue but his chin and across his upper lip. Dick's ears catch every breath that her lungs cater, every single time her diaphragm yanks downward and pulls in oxygen only to release it as carbon dioxide, he hears it. Barbara's remarkable in every way. There's not an iota of her that's not breathtakingly perfect when it comes down to it.

It's not until he can feel that fine tremble begin to move down her legs and into her toes, and hear the singular hitch in her breath does he begin to let his tongue have it's final pleasure. His name is spelled out across the swollen nub, along with many other possessive words. She'll never know. It's the letters that circle and work their magic that he knows will draw her right over that precipitous edge.

The second she begins to fall, Dick pinches and tugs at her nipple and then sucks hard at her clit, following her hips however they roll against the chair or his face. He'd encourage her with words, but this is the best he can do. He moans softly, loving the way she dances for him, and only him. This is where he could live, right here in her ultimate pleasure.]

@originaldeadrobin

[cohero]

from here

[Rolling his eyes at the last text, Dick tosses his phone onto the couch and throws back the beer he had been drinking on. If Jason is bringing more, then there was no reason to nurse it. It's not like there's a shortage in his fridge. This is his pad, and he tends to keep it stocked lately. There's no one else to tell him otherwise.

He gets the job done, and enjoys his downtime -- occasionally a little too much. It's been odd being on his own ever since he left Bludhaven to come back to Gotham. He knew he was needed here with Bruce being in semi-retirement. He wasn't himself anymore after killing the Joker and trying to commit suicide. His Red Hood took over some of the duties, but Dick was still very needed.

Flipping through the channels, Dick laughed when he passed by Titanic. He almost wanted to put it on as a joke, but wasn't sure Jason would find it amusing. Fuck it. He hit the play button. They could change it when his slow ass walked through the door.]

[originaldeadrobin]

[Jason shows up about a half hour later, with a six pack of decent beer, as promised. He even knocks at the door instead of letting himself in a window, since he assumes it's wired and turning it off would just be a hassle for Dick if Jason triggered it.

He doesn't know this Dick that well, but he sees bits and pieces of his in this one. It's enough that he feels a little less adrift in a strange Gotham than he usually does. (He'd seen his own counterpoint and been amused. The kid barely came to his chin.) And Crime Alley is always Crime Alley, which is both a curse and a comfort.

He's telling himself it's to keep Dick company that he's there - and telling Dick that too - but it's just as much for him. It's lonely in another universe.

When Dick answers, Jason is in civies, a fresh bruise high on his right cheekbone, and he holds up the beer as proof.

It wasn't until he greeted Dick and got inside that he saw the TV, and then snorted, small smile playing around his lips.]

Seriously? Things really are that dire?

@robintoo

[cohero]

From here

[Feeling the heat from Jason's eyes, Dick knows that he should move quicker toward the water. He knows that it's not exactly proper to feel the churning in his stomach that he does, the silent tug he can't help whenever he thinks of Jason when he trains. It's not like Dick's attracted to guys.

Still, after he blossoms from the water, he turns to watch Jason. It's impossible not to want to see what's under his clothing. The burning jealousy that began when he met him still simmers quietly, but beneath that is more-- something Dick can't describe.

There's a laugh when Jason just steps off the edge with no ceremony.]

Here I thought you'd do a running cannonball or something spectacular to wow me. [a beat] No, I know. Hot water is for the tub up there. I'll be checking that out later when I'm done here and want to unwind.

[robintoo]

[Jason's aware of Dick's gaze, and blushes the whole time, damn his pale skin, but also feel that little buzz of arousal that comes from being watched. He shouldn't, he knows, because Dick is an impossible target if there ever was one. But he feels it nonetheless, maybe pauses for just a brief second when's done and naked, not posing but just being there to be looked at, before he makes the plunge.

He shakes off water and grins at Dick.]

Hard to show off acrobat dives when it's an acrobat you're showing off for.

[Jason sighs blissfully, drifting further into the pool. He hadn't known how to swim when he first started with Bruce, but it was one of the many things he'd learned. A hot tub soak would be great, his muscles were always strained somewhere.]

Yeah. Sounds good. We could raid their fridge too, but probably all weird expensive crap.

@orthodoxies

[cohero]

from here

[Dick had taken the time to strip his bed while he waited for her to show up. The last thing he needed was to have bed sheets covered in paint if he somehow ended up back there after his shower. He wasn't planning on anything happening, but he was climbing into a shower with a rather gorgeous woman. He knew himself.

When the door sounded, Dick wrapped an old white robe around himself and went to open it. ]

Food and a gorgeous woman. I don't think my morning could get any better. Come on in.

[orthodoxies]

Flatterer.

[Grace teased; she certainly didn't think she looked great in just a tank top and jeans, which was to be fair what she wore most days unless she was at work. She had a habit of wearing as little as possible, being so comfortable in her own skin.

But she smiled at Dick and set the food down on the counter. Just a couple of Egg McMuffins and some hash browns since she wasn't sure what he wanted.]

Luckily the hangover's not too bad and I checked on the way out, the pirate ship still looks pretty fucking amazing. So, are you in the mood for breakfast first or do you want me to get all that paint off you first?

@prettyredbird

[cohero]

from here

Bad at talking, knowing when to stop, when to go on, Dick had no idea what he was doing here with Tim, beyond drowning. It felt like he could continue on this path and who knew where it would take them both. There was a lot to take on in one night, but this singular influx of desire had been shooting across Dick's nerves for longer than he wanted to ever express. How many times had his fantasies shifted in the middle to dark shocks of hair and Tim's vibrant blue eyes. Curves became sharp planes, and now he was feeling all of this for real.

The way Tim flowed across his palate only made Dick hungry for so much more. Anytime he thought about pulling away, about stopping, he'd find another spot, another bit to lick or nip at that had him eagerly brandishing forward instead of breaking away. When Tim pulled back to take off his shirt, Dick inhaled deeply. He'd seen Tim without a shirt plenty of times, but this was so impossibly different. This was for Dick alone. Cautious fingers reached up and ran along the planes of his stomach, the slope of muscles in his chest.

They all worked terribly hard for the bodies they had, and Tim was no different. He might be the brains of the outfit, but he was a bird and built like one as well. "Fuck." Dick whispered, and bit at his lip. He leaned forward and kissed the side of Tim's neck, then lower, across his collarbone, lapping up little tiny marks that would only last the night, sucking them as he moved along the other male's shoulder.

Moving back to lick into Tim's mouth, Dick brought his own shirt up and over his head, barely breaking the short eager kisses to do it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in depth. Dick licked, bit and sucked at Tim's mouth, losing all desire to restrain himself. "If you want me to stop, tell me." He moved in as close as humanly possible, needing to feel the closest contact between their bodies he could manage.

[prettyredbird]

Tim's breath came in short little pants, impossibly turned on by the way that Dick devoured every inch of him that he could get his mouth on. The raw desire in his mentor's eyes when he got a better view of him sent another surge of heat through his body. He wasn't terribly self-conscious, but he'd always been smaller than Bruce, Dick, and Jason. Damian was going to end up passing him in the next few years, too. Hell, even some of the women in their little family outweighed him. Tim was shorter, all lean bulk on a smaller frame, and it was reassuring to know even without all that mass, Dick still liked what he saw.

The moment that Dick's shirt was off, he let his greedy fingers slide along his newly exposed skin. Tim worshiped each scar with an earnest reverence, only taking his eyes off of what he was doing because he was so preoccupied in being kissed. "Does it feel like I want you to stop?" His voice was soft and low, a smile tugging at his lips even as Dick continued to taste him. There was no way he was going to put a stop to things, would probably do or say anything the older vigilante demanded. He wanted to please him so, so much.

As Dick tried to move even closer, Tim pushed him back a bit. Just to get him into the right position that he could crawl onto his lap and straddle his muscular thighs. It was a vulnerable position, made it much easier to tell what sort of effect all of the intimacy was having on his body. He did his best not to pay it any mind, wrapping his arms around Dick's neck and leaning in to kiss him again. Close like this, he could feel the warmth of the older man's skin as it brushed against his own.

His hips seemed to move without his input, grinding down to try to get some friction. the next time that they parted for breath, it was Tim's mouth that got to explore. He gave a few little sharp bites to Dick's shoulder, then pressed sweet little apologetic kisses to the skin. "Tell me what you want, Dick." A sweet little plea, because he wanted nothing more than to give Dick everything that he desired. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

@itsthecape

[cohero]

from here

[everything you have with Tim is perfect, and we'll smash worlds together however we wish cause it's our line and our time to play with writing. That's the best part about psl stuff. ;) I'm enjoying this too. Your Tim is fun. ]

Wearing that symbol is not easy. I think you can tell that it's been rough on the two of us previously. You are a standout, and I'm so proud of you. I hope you know that. I want to tell you the things I never told Jason because I was too stupid and jealous. You need to know that you're incredible and unique. You're worthy, and I'm so lucky to know you. Truly.

I'd doubt I'd know how to reject you. You're hot yourself, and I think we're skipping some part of a date by jumping straight to a bath party and sleeping in my bed. I might have sex with people, but bathing and sleeping are pretty intimate.
I'm looking forward to it.

I'll show you sometime later.

Wait, you're not waiting for me? You're up there. I'm looking forward to tonight. I like my water warm, and with lots of bubbles. Some oils on a shelf there are good for relaxation, healing, etc. If you want.

(Maybe one day... I've never thought about how crazy that would be.)

[itsthecape]

[ooc: I am so late, I am so sorry! would love to continue this if you're still down!]

Jason... knows. I think he knows. I hope he knows. You can be stubborn, and he can be worse, but you're never anything but proud and pleased for everyone around you. You're selfless, Dick, and you beat yourself up too much. But... thanks. Thanks for those words. They mean a lot, and I'll revisit them if things ever get... you know, dark. "Worthy", especially. I'm embarrassed by how much I need to hear it.

Do people who know each other this well need to go on a date first? I guess there's something to that, it's romantic, but... yeah. Bath & sharing sheets feels more intimate. Especially since you're letting me use all of your things and invade your space.

Wait, are we-- is this-- are we actually flirting? (Great job, Drake, you'd think the shared bath might be the memo you're looking for...)

Um... so in that case, yeah. I'll get a head start. But just on making things... the way you like them. Sudsy. Warm. Oils out. Candles. Maybe some music? So you have something nice to come home to.

Unless I am totally reading this wrong, and then I'll be mortified. Please let me know if I need to drown myself in this tub instead.

@decodex

[cohero]

from here

You're biased, but thanks.

I've heard of some working out west, but only for a while. It might be a new thing. I don't know.

I'm not going to judge people that do kill the bad guys. I mean, I used to sorta, but I don't anymore. I know that Batman doesn't, and I mean, I think that most people belong in jail. Don't get me wrong, I had a pretty big need to see the people who killed my parents dead, but then I realized that it wasn't justice. I think it's better for them to live a horrible life in prison. He was taken out anyways.

I- I don't think I've got it in me to kill, but I'm not judge and jury. It's not my job.

bless

[decodex]

Maybe a little biased, yeah. But I still have eyes.

You used to judge people who kill others, but now you don't.

Alright.

No one asking you to become a murderer. At least, I hope not. There are a million ways to help Gotham, I'm guessing. You don't have to put on a suit and become a vigilante.

Hard to chart how much that even helps. Lots of conflicting reports.