[Then comes the horrible gap of silence that Dick knew was inevitable. The greater part of his brain tells him to turn back and rearrange himself so that he's no longer facing this person, this man whose managed to work his way beneath Dick's skin in a way he never thought another man could. Dick understands the craving, and the longing. He's tried to fit himself against so many other people and he's always failed because they didn't get his dedication to the mission.
Now, Dick is trying desperately to open himself up, to change the very essence of who he is, the only person he's known for decades. The only reason he can even begin such an attempt is because he died, and saw how horrible his life was, how depraved he truly was inside. He saw his true self in the face of the Joker as he kicked and tortured Jason to death, or was it the Joker he killed in the pit. It's all a bit fuzzy now, and intermingles in his mind.
The one thing that's crystal clear is the fact that life is far shorter than Dick ever thought it could be. It's one thing to be out there, facing death and knowing that he could die any instant, and another to actually go through the process. Maybe he shouldn't, maybe Dick shouldn't crave the intimacy that he does with Bruce-- this Bruce that's so very different from his mentor, a person, a locked and lonely vigilante like himself on so many levels, he feels.
Locking eyes with this man, the one across from him who is so much more than Dick ever realized, even without spoken words. He leans in and takes his hand to Bruce's face again, caressing his cheek. He touches their lips together once more, still lightly, there's an eagerness for more, but he's hesitant. There's worry that Bruce doesn't want this, doesn't accept the fact that he's not the girlish figure that either of them know. -- not that Dick actually knows anything.
Catching Bruce's lip, he licks over it and then presses in another soft kiss, capturing it before he pulls back, forehead seeking forehead. ]
I shouldn't, but I will. I want to. Is it terrible?
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[Then comes the horrible gap of silence that Dick knew was inevitable. The greater part of his brain tells him to turn back and rearrange himself so that he's no longer facing this person, this man whose managed to work his way beneath Dick's skin in a way he never thought another man could. Dick understands the craving, and the longing. He's tried to fit himself against so many other people and he's always failed because they didn't get his dedication to the mission.
Now, Dick is trying desperately to open himself up, to change the very essence of who he is, the only person he's known for decades. The only reason he can even begin such an attempt is because he died, and saw how horrible his life was, how depraved he truly was inside. He saw his true self in the face of the Joker as he kicked and tortured Jason to death, or was it the Joker he killed in the pit. It's all a bit fuzzy now, and intermingles in his mind.
The one thing that's crystal clear is the fact that life is far shorter than Dick ever thought it could be. It's one thing to be out there, facing death and knowing that he could die any instant, and another to actually go through the process. Maybe he shouldn't, maybe Dick shouldn't crave the intimacy that he does with Bruce-- this Bruce that's so very different from his mentor, a person, a locked and lonely vigilante like himself on so many levels, he feels.
Locking eyes with this man, the one across from him who is so much more than Dick ever realized, even without spoken words. He leans in and takes his hand to Bruce's face again, caressing his cheek. He touches their lips together once more, still lightly, there's an eagerness for more, but he's hesitant. There's worry that Bruce doesn't want this, doesn't accept the fact that he's not the girlish figure that either of them know. -- not that Dick actually knows anything.
Catching Bruce's lip, he licks over it and then presses in another soft kiss, capturing it before he pulls back, forehead seeking forehead. ]
I shouldn't, but I will. I want to. Is it terrible?