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[Currently, Dick's letting all the worries of this second drift away as they sit there in the kitchen. It's like there's a tiny little bubble that's going to last all of a few minutes and it will allow Dick the wonder and priviledge of wrapping his arms around a half naked Bruce and pressing his own half naked body against the man while he seeks little tokens of affection.

He curls up the corners of his lips against the other male's and noses against him. ]

I make my own schedule. If I want to clear it then I do. There's nothing pressing going on. The city won't rot without me for two nights. It helps that there are others out there.

[Dick might not approve of Red Hood's tactics, but he does take the trash out so to speak. He's always watching, covering things that Dick misses, or things that Dick doesn't feel the strong need to get involved in. There are darker deeds that Red Hood makes it his mission to do. He breaks the carnal rule of being a former Robin. He kills when he feels it's right. They fight over it often, but it's the darkness from the Lazarus pit that still lingers in his brain, still addled from his death. Still -- he's out there.

Dick doesn't have to worry, and so he can lick over Bruce's lips and kiss down his chin.]