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Yeah. I'll be there.
We could leave tomorrow, if you want.

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[Making a few calls, Dick found a perfect place for Eddie and him to go skiing and then relax in their downtime. Dick still thought it funny that Eddie felt he was so important to the city. Honestly, he hated being a part of Wayne Enterprises and, for the most part, did as little as possible for that part of his heritage. He was mostly about being true to his other persona, and now that he didn't have the Titans, he was free to do that anywhere he wished.

It was strange, but he was doing alright. Getting away like this would be good for him. He hadn't taken a day off in ages, and soaking his muscles and giving his body time to heal might be positive for Nightwing even. Packing up all the needed goodies and some extras-- Dick has a limo pick up Eddie and meet him at the private tarmac so that they can take the private jet to where they're heading. ]

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( eddie would have walked, or ubered, or rode his bike, but he's getting... a limousine. a limousine that takes him to a private jet. his inner, scrappy, eat-the-rich-centered journalist hates something about the extravagance — he and venom both do. but he's never been so close to opulence, and venom has a thing for doing it up. call it cognitive dissonance on both of their parts.

annie was wealthy in that waspy, nice side of new england sort of way, but not like this. champagne and knowing one dining spoon from another isn't the same as renting [owning???] a private jet for a weekend trip.

looking up at it from the window of his the limousine makes eddie's head spin. )

I'm not that important, he says. I'm nobody special, he says.
...Unbelievable.

( in the end, he mostly stumbles out the door, solitary suitcase, cargo shorts, college t-shirt with a hole in the sleeve. way, way, too casual to be around someone with enough money to buy a continent.

eddie really needs to stop talking hot rich people, but this is his in. this is how he learns about bruce wayne, what goes on within the black box that is wayne manor.

when he sees dick, his expression is still incredulous. )

Dick, we could've flown Delta. I would've been cool with Delta... You— You didn't have to do all this, man.

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[None of these luxuries truly belonged to Dick; they were merely at his disposal because he was attached to Bruce Wayne. He rarely used them, but this was a special occasion, and he thought he'd go all out.

Wearing jeans and a casual blue t-shirt with a flannel over it, Dick waits on the tarmac. He's on vacation, so he's left all but one suit at home. He's got sweaters, jeans, and plenty of things that speak of comfort, not formality. Dick can be about fashion when it suits him, but it's not how he lives his life. He's just as comfortable living in shorts and t-shirts during the summer as anyone else.

One thing he didn't quite expect was the understated tirade he got from Eddie when he got out of the limo. Dick laughed. ]

Delta would have been fine, but this way, we can stretch our legs, and there are no crying babies or people to bump the back of our seats with their knees. Bruce wasn't using the plane, and so it was free for us. It's a perk I rarely use. I didn't do anything. I don't take vacations, so I thought I'd do this one ... well, nice because I've got you in my life.

[Maybe it sounded stupid as he handed over his bag, but it made sense in Dick's head. He'd never done something like this with anyone, and it meant something to him. There was so much between them that Dick couldn't describe. Climbing the steps to board the jet, Dick made himself comfortable in one of the seats in front of a table where Eddie could sit opposite of him if he wished.]

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Bruce... right.

( dick is on a first name basis with his mentor [and possible father figure]. obviously, that'd be the case, but it's strange hearing someone like bruce wayne as anything other than bruce wayne, less than first name, and last name, and full title. it's strange that anyone would call a man so powerful bruce, the same way it's strange that, to some, there's an elon, and a jeff, and a mark. thinking of billionaire as just people is taxing work.

still, he softens by the end of dick's explanation, since it sounds like eddie's being placed in the center of it. this is a special case, eddie is a special person, so they're taking the private jet.

it's not like they're going to turn down the opportunity. they're already here; they've gotta see it.

slowly recovering from being absolutely starstruck, eddie follows behind and indeed takes the seat across from dick. his simple luggage gets passed off to whomever seems keen to take it, and he relaxes into the seat that he's pretty sure cost more than his entire career, leaning his arms against the table before him. )

You really know how to treat a guy. But I should probably warn you that I'm not really, like... into the whole heights thing.

( prior to arriving here, eddie had been more worried about travelling though a normal, regular airport with his current criminal status. now that he sees they're going private, he doesn't need to stress about that, which is good, but it gives him more time to worry about the next thing on his list of anxieties: his acrophobia. )

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[Sitting back into the plush leather, Dick takes a deep breath and smiles across at the man he's grown incredibly attached to. It's not like there's been anyone else in his life that he's given himself up to in the way he has with Eddie. This is utterly different than anything he has ever had with another person, and while they might be opposites in so many ways, Dick feels more comfortable around him than he does with pretty much anyone beyond, say, his best friend.

Hearing that Eddie has an issue with heights, Dick's brow creases. He leans in and slides a single digit along Eddie's cheek, moving to trace along his lips while he speaks. ]

Well, I can think of a few things we can do to take your mind off of it. There's always alcohol, and then once we're in the air... we don't have to keep these belts on, and this is a completely private jet.

[Dick calls for the single staff person to bring them whatever alcohol they desire. Dick orders a few fingers of bourbon for himself and lets Eddie decide on what he wants to temper take off. ]

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( at dick's touch, he appears to relax a bit. this is fine. everything's fine. the chances of this plane falling out of the sky are, like, slim to none.

...

it's better to just not think about it. he reaches to hold dick's hand instead. )

I mean, I think I was planning on just shutting my eyes really, really tightly and thinking of the ground for the next four hours... but your plan works too.

( alcohol is definitely a good start. it's insane that this plane has a set of personal waitstaff, but maybe it's not that crazy for the people at the top, the rich people who don't realize just how absurd their wealth is.

he asks for whatever's easiest and gets gin and tonic in return. he can do a g&t. )

Mile High Club could be a solution. Maybe ask the staff to avoid this cabin for a bit once we get high enough.

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[Brushing his digits through Eddie's, Dick folds their hands together and holds Eddie's hand in a comforting fashion across the table. His thumb wanders back and forth along the back of the other's hand in a soothing gesture. The touch is not only meant for Eddie but for Dick too.

The moment they touch, it's a release of dopamine into Dick's system. No matter how much he tries to resist letting himself feel the way he does, he can't help the slightly dopey smile at his lips. ]

I mean, shutting your eyes tight and clicking your heels together might work, but I always found distraction works better—that or sleep. I could punch you and let you wake up when we land if you really want.

[Giving Eddie's hand a small squeeze, Dick laughs softly at his stupid joke/tease, and tries to help out with a quick play of his socked foot along Eddie's thigh under the table. Out of all the things that Dick has done, he has never fooled around on the plane before. It's the easiest thing ever, and he'd love to spend time doing so, but only if Eddie is really interested. ]

Don't worry, once the plane takes off, she'll only come if we hit the call button and the quarters are closed off. This is a secure and private cabin, fully soundproof as well. Bruce uses it for top secret meetings.

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Why don't I doubt you could knock my ass out?

( because he's seen dick shirtless before, seen the strong build of his chest, biceps, shoulders. those are definitely the kind of shoulders that could kill a man — or at least put eddie to sleep.

the idea, as extreme as it may be, seems to ease eddie some. they've got options, and planes aren't that bad. he's done the whole plane thing before, and he lived to tell about it. this probably won't be any different. maybe it'll be a boring flight... but dick's sultry gaze and teasing toes suggest otherwise. that, too, helps eddie to relax. he luxuriates in the sureness of dick's hands, and the playfulness of his feet.

and take off ends up being fine.

true to his prediction, they don't immediately fall out of the sky. he still can't look towards the window, though, opting to pull down the shutter to block out the view of the ground. so long as he doesn't think about it, it feels like they could be anywhere.

he brings dick's hand to his lips, smiles apologetically. )

We can't fuck here. Not for the first time.

( unfortunately, he's a romantic like that. )

But... I mean, we can still do other stuff.

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I may have some sticks in my bag to help, in case you're a tough case.

[There was a joke there, and yet a kernel of truth resided right there in the middle. Dick kept his electrified Escrima sticks tucked away and nearby all the time and they were currently in the bag that was hanging out in a large overhead bin with a few other carryons at the back of the plane.

The effect ended up giving him a slightly mysterious vibe and a little wickedly twisted grin, right before he broke down laughing.

Noting that his touch seems to ease Eddie, Dick continues the kneading with his foot, moving closer and closer to a certain goal, while reaching out with his hand to play with Eddie's fingers. He slides his own up and down along the sides and center -- teasing before they move to Eddie's lips.]

No, I don't want my first time on a plane either. However, I don't mind getting on my knees for you, if that would take your mind off of things.

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( in truth, he's not doing so bad. he's been worse on plane, bad enough that he's had to rely on drugs to put him to sleep in order to survive the flight without falling into a panic. this, so far, is pretty good. maybe it's because this spacious cabin looks more like the foyer of a mansion than the inside of an airplane. the closed windows also helps eddie to forget that he's thousands and thousands of feet in the air, high above the ground, suspended, oh— )

—God.

( he looks down to the far end of the cabin, down at the pristine decorations. he needs to center himself, and he hears however, i don't mind getting on my knees for you.

dick says it so easily, so airily, eddie feels himself flush. )

Dick, Jesus. You're gonna kill me. ( he wasn't necessarily asking for eddie's attention back, but he gets it. eddie grasps his wrist and pulls, briefly glancing away to ensure the fasten seatbelts sign is off. ) C'mere... I want you here. I wanna feel you.

( eddie flattens himself further in his cushy seat to give dick room to sit atop him, to sit on his lap. on a normal plane, that'd be impossible. the people, for one, but also those seats are so small. this seat feels like a boat by comparison. )

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[Seatbelt signs don't last all that long in a private plane. They're only there during take-off, landing, and if there's going to be turbulence. Dick has been in this plane numerous times and has no qualms about trusting the pilot with his life. The flight comes naturally to the man whose alter ego is named after a bird, one which comes from a family of bats.

All he wants is for Eddie to be at ease, and he will do anything to make sure this man he's become so taken with enjoys their ride. He's about to ease himself between Eddie's legs when he finds his body being pulled firmly into the older male's lap.

Giving a soft chuckle, Dick slides his hands along Eddie's shoulders-- pressing his knees tight into the back of the seat so that he can find a comfortable space for them to sit together like this. ]

Is this what you want, babe? You can feel any part of me you want.

[Taking his own liberty, Dick runs his hands along Eddie's shoulders and then outward, down along his arms and then across his chest, taking pure enjoyment in the study of this man beneath him. His hips rock forward slightly as hips are wont to do.]

Fuck. How did I get so lucky?

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Yep. This is what I want. You, right here.

( who wouldn't want to be cruising in a private jet, pleasantly buzzed, with the hottest guy in gotham bouncing in his lap? )

...Yeah, no, pretty sure I'm the lucky one.

( dangerously lucky. he's got to be moments from having all his luck run out. these past few years have been so chaotic, characterized by saving the world, and cannibalism, and serial killers, and going on the run. if you told him last month that he'd be flying in luxury with bruce wayne's right-hand, eddie wouldn't have believed it.

his hands fall on dick's hips as he surges forward to press their lips together. he's not urging him to be still or encouraging more; he's mostly letting dick set that pace. one of his hands slides back to squeeze dick's ass, something that'd be much harder to do had dick been blowing him right now... not that it's entirely off the table. but kissing him feels good, numbing. eddie's so tired of being afraid all the time. he's afraid of heights, and he's afraid of being caught, and he's afraid that the alien inside of him might snap open his jaws and devour dick in one bite—

but when they're kissing, eddie doesn't feel so afraid. he doesn't feel much more than dick's weight atop him and a promise of what's to come. )

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You have no idea what I see, do you. Cause damn, Eddie. You're one hell of a catch.

[ There's no real reason why, but Dick can look down into those eyes and see beyond the surface. There's depth; there's concern and care. Then there's that need Dick's seen from Eddie, too. The way he's demanded things of Dick-- that one time they had over the phone. Dick can't even begin to wrap his mind around how exponentially beyond hot that was. He was fucking ready to come without ever touching himself. His body quivered, and he whimpered while he listened-- merely listening to Eddie get off on how possessive he was of Dick. Hell, and they still haven't touched one another naked.

Dick has never in his fucking life done any damn relationship like this. He's the one who fucks girls and then has relationships that fall apart because he's too busy trying to save them, or the world, or keep things from imploding. He forgets, he's careless, but he was changing-- is changing. Has changed? Fuck. There are no words for what it's like sitting here looking down at Eddie with his fingers combing through his hair and his hips rolling against the other man, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he wants him and will keep wanting him no matter what it means for him.

Eddie surges up, and their lips clash together. Dick practically eats his way into Eddie's mouth, his tongue and teeth all at the ready. He's got this. He's hungry, depraved, and so fucking desperate for it. He wants to drink Eddie down all the way down until he's rolling around in him. Dick's hands slide effortlessly under Eddie's shirt and along his skin, across his sides and across his chest, nails blunt but digging across the muscles just hard enough to notice. Luck? No. Fuck. Dick is the luckiest bastard here.]