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[cohero]

That's nothing too shocking. I was wondering if little you was adventurous. I had a person they called The Playboy as my mentor, and he always had a different woman on his arm. I don't know if anyone was really shocked when I got excited over Wonder Woman early on.

[Plus his best friend was Donna Troy and they always compared notes about their mentors. It was easy to think about both of them that way when he was younger. ]

Like cars are sexy, knives are sexy. Things I enjoy. I mean, I like close combat weapons, several kinds. [he shrugs, nudging the conversation away from where it had been because digging into any of his darker urges or desires isn't a place he likes to go, doesn't trust himself to go with anyone. ]

[dead_tongue]

Little me was hella gay, that's what he was.

I don't really pay attention to superheroes. They're all kinda weird. Except maybe Superman, he seems okay.

Mmm. It's very serial killer-y sounding, that's all I'm saying.

[cohero]

Hey, at least you knew exactly what you were and owned it. I had plenty of identity problems growing up. Trying to be my own person wasn't always easy. Bruce had an idea of who he wanted me to be, and by the time I realized that I didn't want to be exactly that, it... got messy.

[a small way of putting exactly what happened. Dick gets up and takes the empty soup container and juice to the kitchen, coming back with some water a bit of lemon he found squeezed in for a touch of vitamin C, and recools the cloth that he had on Iggy's forehead.]

Superman is a busy guy. Wonder Woman is hot, what can i say. I like the idea of a dominant woman. [Dick laughs. ]

I promise, I'm not a serial killer. There are plenty of people who collect weapons. Ebay is full of them. I do martial arts, and practice my old acrobat skills as a part of it. It keeps me in shape and I enjoy it. They all go with the territory. Every ninja has to have their weapons. [he grins wide, and playfully flips his finger down iggy's nose.]

[dead_tongue]

...I understand that. More than you know.

[He stays put, murmuring a thanks when Dick returns.]

That's not surprising.

Yeah, and they don't go, "knives are hot!" [Not grumbled with any real bite, though. He even almost smiles.]

[cohero]

I imagine we all struggle with who we are supposed to be...

[It puts him into thought for a quiet little bit after he's back. He lets his eyes roam over Iggy, enjoying the sight before him. Hoping that he's feeling a little on the mend, even if tonight's discussion has been awkward as fuck.]

How do you know they don't think knives are hot. Fine, it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm bringing them into our bedroom. I haven't brought in any toys, yet. I'm about what you like, anyways. [he's got a small smile on his face too, because he means it. Dick is very much about pleasing the person he's with in bed.]

[dead_tongue]

I dunno. Maybe.

[Iggy runs his hands through his hair and then secures it back with an elastic.] You so want to, you perv.

[He hiccups a brief laugh, there and gone.] Well, that's a problem, since most everything I do is for your benefit.

[cohero]

I imagine that some little kids who want to be firefighters really do grow up to be them, but lots of those end up as bartenders, or carpenters too.

[It had been tied back earlier, and Dick almost wishes he'd left it down but he knows that it must be annoying to keep down when Iggy's not feeling well. Still, he wants to lay there next to him running his fingers through it. It's so hard not to be close right now. At least he can kiss Iggy's shoulder, smiling against the skin while Dick shakes his head.]

You. Whatever am I going to do with you. I don't know what I am, except slightly addicted to you and that's both our bad luck then. I mean, there are things I let you do for me, don't get me wrong but I want you to like it too. I want to give you what you want most.

[dead_tongue]

Yeah. What did you want to be?

I dunno, I think that's why we've been having these awkward conversations. You've inadvertently fallen for a people-pleasing rentboy, my dear.

[cohero]

I wanted to be a high flyer like my parents, or to work at the circus for a long time and then I wanted to be a superhero.

[The second part was as close as he could come to the truth, and he tipped his head slightly looking at Iggy, lips pushed to the side.]

While I do like you. I haven't fallen for you. I mean, it could happen but those things take time. I'm ... Well, I can see why we are having awkward conversations, yes. Except, I'm not renting you out. It's a part of getting to know someone.

[He's a person who is used to taking care of others. It's in his nature. He's been working on it, but at his core he will always fight the duality of his very male need to fix perceived problems, his vigilante nature to right wrongs and the side of himself that wants to take care of others. Dick, like most people is a relatively messy, complex human.]

[dead_tongue]

So you lived the dream for a while. That's good.

[A soft smile.] I know. It probably shouldn't happen, to be quite frank.

And trust me, I know - you're not paying me shit! You get all this for free. If I'd known you were rich when I met you we wouldn't be talking about this at all, I'd be keeping you so happy.

[cohero]

When I was young and with my parents, I did what they did and loved it. [there's pride and a smile that touches his eyes, even if there's sadness there too.]

Yeah, I get it. We started out on how a relationship with you is pretty impossible. I don't plan on doing anything to forward any sort of feelings on that level, trust me. I don't care to feel more than I have to.

[a snicker] You're sick. Relax on keeping me happy, and just focus on getting better. That will make me happy enough and I take you out. If you ever asked me for something specifically, I think you know you would have gotten it.

[dead_tongue]

So they were proud of you.

That's so dysfunctional sounding. I really think you should be in therapy, Dick. I'm saying that as a friend.

Bullshit, you would not have taken me shopping.

[cohero]

They were.

I meant getting falling for you if it's not going to go anywhere, and I'm going to get hurt. Most people have natural preservation instincts. I'm being honest about mine.

I would too. I don't know why you think I wouldn't have?

[dead_tongue]

That must have been nice.

And I'm saying: go to therapy, Dick.

Because you don't seem that indulgent! You're gonna let me try on five hundred things and then just hand over your credit card?

[cohero]

It was until they were murdered. [He moves back a little. He's had therapy when he was a kid. It didn't work well, and the only thing that did was becoming Robin. Maybe he's got some emotional issues, but he's working on those too. Today talking to Iggy has been a disaster. Not telling the whole story has made it harder. He doesn't even know why he tried any of this. ]

I hear you. Okay, and there are times when I can be indulgent and other times when I don't care about the money Bruce has given me. It's not a thing. I use it when I want, or need. I don't think about it most of the time.

[a pause]

Maybe you should rest for tonight and I'll come check in on you tomorrow. Maybe you'll be feeling a little better?

[dead_tongue]

Well, yeah. That part sort of fucks it up. [He's not even trying to be rude.]

Spoken like a true rich guy.

[He sighs and nods.] Yeah. And like... thanks. Even if you're kinda off, you're a good guy underneath it all. I do appreciate what you've done.

[cohero]

Well, babe. I am a true rich guy. Let me know if there's anything else you need. You've got my number, alright?

[Getting up, Dick leans over and kisses Iggy on the forehead. It was a weird night and Dick is ready for a nightcap and to sleep it off. ]

I'll see you tomorrow, I'm sure and I'll bring you something nice. Okay? Stay gorgeous.

[Dick runs his hand down Iggy's body affectionately, and then wanders out.]