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Title: By the water’s edge
Pairing:
Tony Stark/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating:
NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes:
100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: written as a gift for ms_duck in response to her ficlet here. Thanks Ducky, hope you’re doing ok.



“Make yourself at home Jarvis.” Tony said, pouring himself a drink as his AI integrated with the beach house computer. It’d taken him days of begging, pleading and a decent amount of bribery to convince Pepper to cover his tracks for a couple of days. It was his first holiday since Afghanistan and he was planning to make the most of it, especially given the company.

Dick was quick to dump his helmet on the couch and was leaning over the veranda rail. “Private beach?” The youth asked, his long black hair ruffled by the wind.

“Private,” Tony crooned, leaning against the rail at Dick’s side, “and secluded.”

Dick’s grin was bright and seductive. “My kinda beach.”

“So,” Tony started, wondering back towards the house, “Shall I grab us some trunks?” but Dick was already gone, vaulting the rail and shedding his jacket as he ran down to the water.

“Oh boy.” Tony sighed, pouring himself another whisky and wondering down the stretch of sand, following the trail of discarded clothes.

Dick was frolicking. There was no other word from it. His lithe body appeared and disappeared among the waves, the water beading off his skin like diamonds in the setting sun.

Tony sat down on sand, sipping his drink and watching the young man play. There was something obscenely beautiful about the way Dick moved, he was so... free, so unfettered.

Dick wondered out of the surf, shaking the salt water out of his hair. “Enjoying the view?” He asked teasingly as Tony leant back on his elbows to look up at the young man.

“Oh yes.” Tony hummed, looking Dick up and down with a salacious eye. The young man was stripped down to his briefs, the wet cloth clinging tight to the curves of his hips. “Aren’t you cold?”

Dick grinned and shook his head, stepping over Tony’s legs as he dropped to his knees, straddling Tony’s hips. “I use to patrol in shorts through the Gotham winter. Believe me, the water’s perfect.” He dropped his hands to Tony’s shoulders, pressing the older man back to the sand. “Now that dance?”

“Dance?” Tony asked, reaching up to brush Dick’s dripping hair back behind his ear.

“Hmm,” Dick purred, pushing his wet hands under Tony’s jacket. “The dance we were having on the road.”

“Oh. That dance.” Tony grinned, shuffling out of his jacket as Dick attacked his shirt. “You seem very happy in the water.”

“I miss the ocean.” Dick whispered, leaning to nuzzle Tony’s neck. “My circus use to camp out by the sea during the off season.”

Tony let his hands wonder over the pale expanse of Dick’s back, tracing the curves and interruptions of the young man’s scars. “Do you miss that life?”


Dick sat up and leaning back against Tony’s bent knees. “I miss my parents but...” he shrugged, “Life goes on.”


Tony brushed his thumb over Dick’s lips, cupping the young man’s cheek. Behind the smiles and laughter, behind Dick’s free and easy nature was an orphaned child, making his own way in the world. In that moment Tony could see the boy Bruce took in. “I’m sorry.” Tony whispered, stroking Dick’s cheek.

Dick cocked his head, looking at Tony with a lopsided smile, crossing his wrists above his head as he stretched slowly, his back popping. “God that feels good. I wish I still had my board. I bet the surfing here is fantastic.”

“I’ll get Jarvis pull you up some surf reports. You’re welcome to use the boards in the shed.” Tony commented, tracing a race of goosebumps as they broke out over Dick’s skin. “Cold yet?”

“Not at all.” Dick breathed, trembling slightly as Tony’s fingers swept low on his stomach, “I’m good here.”

Tony grinned as Dick shuddered to his touch. “Aren’t you just.” He dragged his hands over Dick’s skin, tacky with salt and teased his thumbs under the wet cloth of the young man’s briefs. “You good with this?” He asked in all seriousness. He won’t usually worry so much but... being with Dick didn’t feel like just a casual fling.

“Would I be here if I didn’t want this?” Dick ducked his head to lick his way into Tony’s mouth, grinding himself against Tony’s now damp groin. “I know what I’m getting myself in for Tony. I want this as much as you do.” He shrugged, rubbing his cheek against Tony’s beard. “Tell you the truth; it’s been a while since-”

“Shh.” Tony whispered, burying a hand in Dick’s hair and pulling the youth back up to kiss him deeply. There was a sadness in Dick’s voice, an almost lonely edge. From what little Tony had seen from Bruce, the life of a Bat didn’t leave much time for companionship. “Let’s not waste any time.” He pushed the youth back against his knees and diving his hand down the front of Dick’s briefs.

Dick arched back, moaning deliciously as Tony wrapped a hand around his cock. “Tony... Tony please!”

“I’ve got you beautiful. Just let me take care of you.” He stroked the youth slow and tight, twisting his wrists sharply every now and then, keeping Dick just on edge for as long as possible. Tony wasn’t sure what he expected when Dick accepted his invitation to come down the coast but he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to worship this stunning young man; he wanted to take care of Dick, to make love to him in as many ways as possible. He wanted to banish the loneliness and sadness in Dick’s voice and replace it with moans of pleasure.

Tony tightened his grip, tangling a hand in Dick’s hair as the young man cried out in realise. “I’ve got you.” he whispered, kissing the soft skin behind Dick’s ear as the young man collapsed into his embrace.

“Thank you.” Dick whispered, relaxing into Tony’s arms, shuddering carelessly with the aftershocks of orgasm.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Tony teased, kissing Dick deeply, “I’m not finished with you.” 

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Date: 2010-02-28 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jokers-daughter.livejournal.com
I've never really thought about Tony/Dick (I LOVE Tony/Tim), but this was wonderful. I liked Dick's careless frolicking, that was so adorable and just imagining him going out into the water while Tony sits on the beach...it's a good image in my head. very very nice job!

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Date: 2010-02-28 11:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
It’s all Ducky’s fault. She started it, I just ran with the image.

Tony/Tim hey?

Tony pushed the hair out of Tim’s eyes, holding the youth’s gaze. “You truly are stunning.”

In the moonlight, his guard down in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Tim for once looked his age – a boy of sixteen, sweet and untainted. Until your noticed the scars...and bruises...and the hurt behind his eyes.

“Tim?” Tony whispered, leaning in hold the youth close. “You are beautiful. You know that don’t you?”

The cynical smile was back, too sharp for his pretty face. “If you say so.”

Tony rolled off the youth, tangling Tim in his arms. The moment was passed and the hardened shell Tim held against the world was slipping back into place.

“I should go. I have to patrol.” Tim whispered, his hand pressing firmly but not urgently against the edges of the arc reactor.

“Can’t keep Daddy Bat waiting.” Tony sighed, letting the youth slip from his arms. That perfect moment was getting shorter and shorter – the time in which Tim could be Tim and not the hollow mask the world and Batman had trained him to be.

Tim dressed almost silently, pausing for a moment at the door. “Tony?”

Tony looked up. The moonlight fall over his young lover’s face and from a moment he could see his Tim, smiling softly from behind the walls.

“Thank you.” Tim whispered sincerely before the shadow and darkness hid him once more.

My but I’m depressing tonight.

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Date: 2010-02-28 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jokers-daughter.livejournal.com
mmmm, yes! That was perfect and completely unexpected X3 I love these sweet little moments. thank you!

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Date: 2010-02-28 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
My pleasure. I get bored writing on my own and love bouncing off other people. Tim and Tony could be very sweet together. Thanks for the idea.

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Date: 2010-02-28 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jokers-daughter.livejournal.com
I feel the same way, so I've been having one of my friends giving me prompts (though I'm thinking about doing a drabble request thread on my journal soon). you're very welcome X3

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Date: 2010-02-28 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ms-duck.livejournal.com
*temporarily breaks hiatus*

I'm mostly okay. ^^;

I really like this and the Tony/Tim one. <3 Thank you so much! :)

Val!Bruce/Tony? 8D

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Date: 2010-02-28 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Just wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you. I’m glad you liked them.

Val!Bruce/Tony? Ok...

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Date: 2010-02-28 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Not really Val but messy enough...

Tony heard the *thunk* of the cowl hitting the floor long before any of the house security systems went off. “I really should just cut you a key.” Tony started but broke off abruptly as he looked up at Bruce.

The Batsuit was torn in several places and there was a streak of blood on Bruce’s cheek that stopped sharply where the cowl had covered his face. His sandy brown hair was matted with sweat and grim. The trail of his cape was singed and gave off the smell of burnt plastic,

“Bad day at the office Honey.” Tony’s mouth ran off on its own before he could stop himself.

Bruce’s eyes burned darkly as he crossed the room with broad, determined strides, throwing Tony against the work bench.

Tools scattered as Tony scrabbled for purchase. Bruce loomed over him, all cold latex and hard lips, pushing him down onto the hard surface as he ripped at Tony’s grubby work-shirt. Fabric tore under the gauntleted hand and Tony groaned as Bruce pulled at his nipples, pinching them hard enough to make the other man whimpered.

A leather clad hand covered his cheek, a thumb pushing between his lips, giving him no option but to accept it. Tony whined around the invading digit as his pants stripped from him roughly.

“Bruce?” he begged, gasping as the thumb was ripped from his mouth and he was flipped over, his arc reactor hit the benchtop.

A spit-slick thumb circled his hole, for a moment almost hesitant. Tony could feel the tension in Bruce’s touch as if realising what he was doing for the first time. Tony couldn’t accept this - he canted his hips, pushing back against Bruce’s hand, making it as clear as possible that he wanted it too.

No hesitation now, Bruce plunged in, driving his thumb into Tony’s under prepared hole. Tony cried out, groaning with pleasure at the rough treatment. “Harder.” He growled though clenched teeth, pushing his hips up to meet every thrust but Bruce pulled away.

Tony lay there for a moment, wondering what the hell was going on but Bruce’s gloved hands caught his wrists, twisting them up hard behind his back and the hard, slick length of Bruce’s cock forced its way into him.

“Oh god yes!” Tony screamed, holding nothing back as Bruce nailed him hard into the unforgiving bench. Deep brutal thrusts drove the air out of Tony’s lungs and every breath came as a shallow gasp, alternately breathing Bruce’s name and fuck yeah.

Tony came, so hard and suddenly it took him by surprise. He fell to the table, boneless and limp, letting Bruce ride him hard. He’d always envied the man his stamina but...

Bruce’s grip on Tony’s wrists tightened and he ground down hard on the lithe body beneath him, coming without a sound.

They hung there from a moment, sweat dripping down Bruce’s face and onto Tony’s skin, both of them breathing hard.

“Plan to let me up anytime soon?” Tony asked almost teasingly and Bruce released him, withdrawing carefully before staggering away to fall into the couch.

Tony cleaning himself up with the tattered remains of his shirt, reaching into the wet bar to pour a whiskey. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, handing Bruce the drink.

Bruce took the glass, touching Tony’s wrist lightly and eyeing the already blooming bruises. “Tony...I’m-”

“No.” Tony pressed a finger to Bruce’s lips. “Don’t do that. The day you start apologising for mind-blowing sex is the day I have Jarvis zap you as you come through the door. Just don’t.” He stole the drink back, taking a long sip. “Need anything?”

Bruce brought Tony’s hand to his lips, kissing the bruised skin tenderly. “Use of your shower perhaps.”

“Mind if I join you?” Tony asked, purring as Bruce nuzzled the skin of his inner wrist.

“Please.” Came Bruce’s too soft reply.

Tony doubted he was going to find out what happened tonight but frankly he didn’t care.

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Date: 2010-03-01 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saphire-dance.livejournal.com
guh that's hot

His sandy brown hair was matted with sweat and grim.

lol Really Bruce only you would be so grim that it gets into your hair

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Date: 2010-03-01 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Oops...I think that should have been grime but I kinda suck at proof-reading when I'm writing on the fly. Glad you liked it though,

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Date: 2010-03-01 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saphire-dance.livejournal.com
honestly I'm not all that bothered by typos most of the time but the idea Bruce having grim in his hair made me laugh far to much not to share

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Date: 2010-03-01 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
It does rather work for him doesn't it.

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Date: 2010-03-01 12:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Tony chuckled as he pushed back Bruce’s cowl, smudging the black grease-paint around his eyes. The heat of the night and the exertion of patrol made Bruce’s hair damp with sweat and Tony couldn’t help but play with it, sweeping Bruce’s black locks back into spikes and laughing to himself.

“Tony.” Bruce growled threateningly as his lover played with his hair, dragging it up into peaks like the ears of his cowl.

“I can’t help it.” Tony chuckled, “Even your hair is grim.”

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Date: 2010-03-01 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saphire-dance.livejournal.com
hah, that's hilarious. Oh Bruce you really do need to cheer up you're getting grim all over everything

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Date: 2010-03-01 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
I’m glad you like it. I realised you were the only one I hadn’t written something for.

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Date: 2010-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drake-love.livejournal.com
Tim and Dick are so different and you show how Tony would be different but serious with both of them very well. Random fact; Tony is an alcoholic. I don’t know if that will contribute anything, *shugs* but it could make for and interesting detail. Love the story!

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Date: 2010-02-28 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
One of the things I loved about the film was how well they played but underplayed Tony’s drinking problem. He seemed to have a glass in his hand every chance he could and I kinda wanted to carry that him walking down the beach, whiskey in hand. If he has no reason to be sober, he won’t be without a drink.


Tim lifted the glass from Tony’s hand.

“Aren’t you a little young for that?” Tony asked as the youth wondered off with his drink.

Tim brought the glass back from the kitchen empty and pushed the doors of the wet bar closed with a raised eyebrow. “I’m too young to drink yes.” The youth muttered archly.

Tony grabbed him, wrapping his arms around Tim’s waist and pulling the youth into his lap. “Not too young for other things though.” He crooned, nuzzling into Tim’s neck.

The youth slipped out of his arms, sinewy as an eel. “You stink of booze Tony.”

“Yeah.” Tony muttered, “but it’s the good stuff. You should try it sometime...or would Daddy Bat kill me if I got you drunk and took advantage of you?”

“As opposed to what you usually do?”

Tim’s sharp comment cut deep and Tony pulled back. “Tim I never...” He stumbled, “I’ve never... not to you...”

Tim sighed darkly, rubbing his eyes like he was fighting a headache. “No Tony. You’ve never done anything to me I didn’t want but...”

“What it is beautiful?” Tony begged, slipping his hands over the youth’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug and pressing wet kisses to the side of Tim’s throat.

“Just don’t.” Tim shrugged him off and headed for the window, climbing out onto the sill with the surety of a Robin. “Just don’t drink around me Tony.”

As Tim dropped into the darkness below, Tony wondered who hurt Tim while drunk and promised them both he’d never remind the youth of that person again.

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Date: 2010-03-01 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drake-love.livejournal.com
When I saw the movie I didn’t know about it. Great, another excuse to watch it again and look out for that!

Aww! I love how Tony was freaking out about taking advantage of Tim. Very well done!

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Date: 2010-03-01 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
I'm glad you enjoyed it. As I was saying to JD, I suck at writing in a vacuum so I'm always glad to bounce off people.

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Date: 2010-02-28 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthbatgirl.livejournal.com
Guh! All of these are wonderfully hot! I so love the idea of Tony/Tim now. (Why do people keep putting my Tim with Marvel characters and making me like them? "grins")

My favorite is the last one. I'm with Tony and want to know who hurt Tim.

Wonderful job my dear!

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Date: 2010-03-01 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Thank you, I won’t have thought of Tony/Tim myself but Ducky and all these wonderful people keep putting ideas in my head and I have to run with them!

I don’t actually know myself. Could just be that Tim doesn’t like dealing with drunks. Could be Jason...or Tim’s dad for that matter... not sure...

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Date: 2010-03-01 11:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Damn it! Even Tony’s having no luck finding out for us.

Tony leant into kiss Tim on the cheek, offering the young man his arm. “Lunch my dear?”

Tim sniffed slightly but said nothing, smiling quietly as Tony lead the way their favourite restaurant.

“Mister Wayne, Mister Stark.” The matinee greeted them with a familiar nod. “Your usual table is waiting. Shall I have drinks brought to you?”

“Thank you Gus but no.” Tony said, his hand resting on Tim’s arm. “Just water for me.”

Gus nodded, taking everything in his stride but Tim cocked his head, raising a curious eyebrow only to be met by Tony’s confident smile.

Lunch passed uneventfully, both of them enjoying each other’s company in quiet conversation but Tim’s soft smile never left his lips.

“Will you...come back to my apartment?” Tim asked shyly, between licks of his ice-cream as they wondered though the park in the afternoon sunlight. “I have to be back at the manor before dark to patrol but...”

“I’d love to.” Tony purred, brushing his thumb over Tim’s lip. In the short time they’re been seeing each other, Tim had never asked Tony back to his place.

In the quiet of Tim’s (overly tidy) apartment, Tony worshiped his young lover, taking it slow till Tim’s defences fell as he cried with pleasure.

Tim lay exhausted in Tony’s arms, his lithe body damp with sweat, his skin flushed. “Thank you.” He whispered, planting a kiss on Tony’s cheek.

“Shh,” Tony soothed, cupping Tim’s cheek. “You never need thank me. I love you Tim and I love making love to you.”

Tim smiled, twisting to kiss Tony’s fingers, “Thank you for not drinking around me.” He clarified.

Tony’s face turned serious as he sat up on his elbow. “Tim, I need to know,” He cupped the youth’s cheek once more, capturing his eye. “Did someone hurt you? Were they drunk and did something they shouldn’t have to you?”

Tony watched as the mask fell back into place, hiding Tim from the world. “Forget about it. I should get ready for patrol.”

Tim pulled away but Tony followed him, catching the youth by the shoulder. “I don’t mean to pry but I worry about you Tim.”

“I don’t...” Tim shuddered, a tightly suppressed sob catching in his throat. “It’s not something I feel comfortable talking about.”

“Of course.” Tony let Tim go, perching on the edge of the bed and Tim prepared for patrol; laying out his suit with almost ritual precision. “I should go.”

“Tony?” Tim called him back as he reached the door, “Thank you for understanding.”

Tony bent to kiss the youth lightly. “I never want to hurt you Tim. I want you to know that.”

“I know.” Tim whispered, returning the kiss sweetly. “Thank you.”

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Date: 2010-03-01 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthbatgirl.livejournal.com
Oh poor Timmy, and Tony is just so sweet with him. I loved how Tim asked him over to his apartment for the first time.

Oh but I can see Tony getting even more worried about what could have happened to Tim. "giggles" I can see him going to ask Dick and having Dick not know and getting all upset something had happened to Tim.

Wonderful drabble!

Drink, drank, drunk

Date: 2010-03-02 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
“Mr Grayson?” Tony nodded congenially to the young man in the Armani suit.

“Mr Stark! It’s so good to see you.” Dick beamed, holding his hand out and shaking Tony’s vigorously. “I didn’t even know you were attending tonight.” They both knew it was a lie but caught in the middle of yet another charity function; they both had a part to play.

“Yeah well,” Tony grinned, “I can’t seem to escape these things. I suppose if I stopped sponsoring them, they’d stop expecting me to attend.”

One of the tittering girls flocking around Dick giggled and they both looked at her like they’d forgotten she was there.

“Mind if I steal this handsome young man away from a moment?” Tony asked, one hand resting on Dick’s elbow.

“Only if you being him back.” She trilled and batted her lashes at them both.

Tony shot her one of his million dollar smiles and near dragged Dick out onto one of the private balconies.

“Thanks for the save.” Dick grinned as Tony pulled the doors closed behind them, “Pretty sure she planned to eat me alive.”

“Always a pleasure to act as your cock-blocker.” Tony replied playfully, leaning in to kiss Dick on the cheek. “How are you?”

“Sick of this monkey suit, that for sure. I wish Bruce would stop using the crime problem in this city as a way of getting out of these stupid parties.” Dick cocked his head at Tony. “What’s up?”

Tony shrugged, leaning on the rail. “It’s just...Tim said something the other day that’s worrying me.”

“Everything ok between you guys?” Dick asked, hoping up on the rail and swinging his legs, ever the acrobat even in a suit.

Tony sighed and turned around, leaning into Dick’s side. “He asked me not to drink around him.”

“I thought it was odd to see you without a glass in your hand.” Dick mused, resting his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “That’s really sweet of you to do that for him.”

Tony turned, leaning over the rail, his shoulders hunched. “But I think there’s something more to it. I think...I think someone hurt him while they were drunk. He won’t talk about it but...” He ran a hand though his hair. “I’m worried about him Dick.” He whispered honestly.

“I don’t know of anything....” Dick said carefully, scanning his memory. “His father Jack drank socially but...” his body language shifted into something more tense and worried. “Tim’s dad wasn’t the most loving but I won’t have thought...Shit!” Dick vaulted off the rail, shedding his jacket and handing it to Tony. “Stash that somewhere, I’ll come back for it later.”

“Where are you going?” Tony asked as Dick climbed over the rail, ready to drop into the garden below.

“To find answer.” Dick replied, his look dark. “If you’re right then someone’s going to pay for it.” Silently he dropped into the darkness and disappeared into the night.

I’ll write more after class.

Re: Drink, drank, drunk

Date: 2010-03-02 12:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthbatgirl.livejournal.com
Have I told you I absolutely love the way you write Dick? It's brilliant! The way he goes from relaxed and calm, sitting on the railing just being him, to tense and protective of Tim.

And he's got an idea of who might be going on with Tim. Oh I feel sorry for anyone he talks to worried overprotective Dick is not always a nice guy - I love it!

Thank you so much.

Demons part 1

Date: 2010-03-03 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Tim was strangely unsurprised to find Dick sitting on his couch when he got home. “Dick.” He acknowledged, ignoring his brother until he’d finished his post-patrol ritual. Towelling his hair, he wondered back into the lounge-room. “I suppose Tony sent you?”

Dick cocked his head, incongruous sitting cross-legged on the couch in his crumpled Armani. “He’s worried about you. So am I.”

“Don’t be Dick. I’m fine.” He accepted the mug of tea Dick pushed towards him.

“You know Tony wasn’t drinking tonight just in case you turned up?”

Tim nodded, accepting the news with a minute smile.

“Look babybird, I get that Tony can be an ass when he’s drinking but...I need to know if there’s a specific reason you asked him to stop.”

Tim got up off the couch, keeping his back to Dick. “It’s not good for him, the amount he drinks.”

“That’s not it, is it Tim?” Dick followed his brother up, resting his hands on the youth’s shoulders to turn him. “Did something happen I should know about.”

“Tony’s never done anything to hurt me.” Tim answered primly as he set the mug down.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” Dick growled. “Talk to me babybird. I need to understand. And you know what Tony’s like - he’ll going to go mad trying to find out what happened. Better if one of us can give him a straight answer.”

“It’s nothing Dick. Let it go.” Tim shook him off but Dick grabbed him, stopped Tim from walking away.

“I can’t and you know it. Tell me Tim! Let me help.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore Dick. It was a long time ago!” Tim flicked out of Dick’s grip, striking down on his brother’s hand to block his grapple. “Just leave it in the past.”

“It isn’t in the past Tim.’ Dick growled, moving in to counter Tim’s block, narrowly escaping the youth’s nerve strike. “It’s affecting your relationship now. You take after Bruce too much sometimes. I don’t want to see you push Tony away because you’re afraid to hurt him.”

“So you’re just here to stop me from hurting Tony’s feelings? Is that it?” Tim sidestepped Dick’s strike just in time to step into his sweep-kick as Dick knocked his feet out from under him.

Dick dove for the advantage, catching Tim in a hug-like arm lock. “Listen to me Tim. I love you! Always have and always will. You are not ok and if something bad happened to you – I have to help. Now talk to me.”

Demons part 2

Date: 2010-03-03 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Tim slumped forward, surrendering into Dick’s arms. “It was one of my dad’s friends. They were having a dinner party. He came upstairs looking for a bathroom. I was playing in my room when he came in...” Tim trailed off, his chest heaving.

“How old were you?” Dick asked gently, easing them both down to the floor.

“I was six.” There were tears gathering in Tim’s eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” Dick whispered, brushed a hand though Tim’s hair.

Tim shook his head. “He didn’t really do anything. He just hugged me, touched me a bit. I was too young to understand what was happening. It seems stupid now but I was scared. I didn’t know him and he was so drunk.” Tim sniffed into Dick’s shirt as Dick pressed kisses to the top of his head.

“It’s not stupid Tim.” Dick whispered into Tim’s hair, “You were just a child and he made you feel unsafe in your own home. That’s not okay.”

Tim gave him a watery smile. “As opposed to you letting yourself in here and beating me up on my boyfriend’s behalf?”

“That doesn’t count and you know it.” Dick teased and hugged Tim closer. “You never told anyone did you?”

Tim shook his head. “When I was little I was afraid I’d get in trouble and as an adult I just wanted to put it behind me. It was just the smell on Tony’s breath. I felt so sick...”

“Sense memory.” Dick whispered. “I understand. When I started with Bruce I had to ask him to change the chalk in the gym. He used the same mix as my parents; I couldn’t smell it without wanting to cry.” He was quiet for a moment. “Did you ever think about tracking him down and confronting him?”

Tim shook his head. “He died a couple of years later, cancer I believe.” Tim leant into his brother for a while, enjoying his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. “I should thank you for making me face my demons.”

“Nar, S’ok. Feel free to stay mad with me a little longer if you like. Ow!” He flinched as Tim pinched him. “What was that for?”

“Being as ass.” Tim muttered. “And being a good brother.” He reached up and pressed a kiss to Dick’s cheek. “I should go see Tony.” Tim yawned.

“No. You should get some sleep.” Dick said, helping him to his feet. “You look wrecked.”

“Rough patrol.” Tim admitted sleepily, dragging himself towards the bedroom. “Happy to let yourself out.”

“I let myself in didn’t I?” Dick smiled. “Want me to talk to Tony for you?”

“Would you?” Tim asked thankfully, “Please? I won’t get to see him for at least a couple of days. I don’t want him to worry.”

“Sure.” Dick bent down to plan a kiss on Tim’s forehead, giving him one last quick hug. “Maybe you should ask Bruce for a couple of days off, spend some time with Tony.”

“I’ll think about it...after sleep.” Tim waved vaguely as he headed for bed. “See you later.”

Dick smiled as he let himself out through the window, reconnecting Tim’s security system. It was a start at least. Now to deal with Tony.

Flirts and friends

Date: 2010-03-03 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Tony grinned as Dick let himself in through the window of his hotel room. “Thought you’d be back Flyboy.” He called, reaching out to help Dick in from the rain.

“Alfred’d kill me if I lost my jacket.” Dick shrugged, shaking like a dog. The rest of his Armani suit was soaked through.

“Get your ass inside and get dry.” Tony ordered despairingly. “I could have sent a car for you if you’d asked.”

“I’m good.” Dick muttered, stealing a towel and mopping at his wet hair.

“Yes you are but you’re also dripping on the carpet.” Tony chided. “And the owner of the hotel is a bit of a hard ass.”

Dick stuck his tongue out at Tony. They both knew it was a Wayne owned hotel.

“The last thing I want is to get thrown out for trashing the room.” Tony continued, “Now strip!”

Dick threw his head back and laughed. “Why Mr Stark, are you trying to get me naked?”

Tony swatted Dick on the butt and pushed him roughly towards the bathroom. “Shower, now! Move that pretty ass of you. I’ll find you some dry clothes.”

Tony grabbed some comfortable clothes and carried them to the open bathroom door. There was something tempting about that door. Tony and Dick had been casual lovers a good six months before Dick decided to introduce him to Tim. As desperately in love with Tim as he was, the knowledge that Dick was there and naked and completely willing was... distracting.

“Those for me?” Dick asked, pulling Tony out of his daydream. Not that the vision standing in front of him helped much. Water beaded off Dick’s hair, dripping down his chest and rock-hard abs and was absorbed by the too-small towel wrapped around his waist. “Why Mr Stark!” Dick teased, “I do believe you’re thinking about cheating on my baby brother.”

“Get dressed you flirt.” Tony managed with a smile, shoving the clothes into Dick’s arms and pushing him back towards the bathroom. He wanted a drink, god did he want a drink but... He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Did you get a chance to talk to Tim?”

“Yeah.” Dick muttered, padding across the thick carpet to flop down on the bed next to him, Tony’s slightly too large slacks riding low on his hips. “We talked.” Dick rolled onto his back, looking up at Tony.

“Can you...?” Tony started, swallowing hard before starting again. “Is he ok?”

Dick reached up, touching Tony’s face tenderly. “He’s alright. He had a brush with a drunken friend of his father’s when he was very young. It scared him pretty badly.”

“So are we hunting this guy down or what?” Tony asked seriously.

“Karma and cancer beat us to the punch I’m afraid.” Dick looked up at Tony from his upside down spot on the bed. “It’s going to be ok. Now that Tim’s confronted the memory, he’ll be able to start dealing with it in his own time. He and Bruce are a lot alike in that way.” He cupped Tony’s face. “And he has you which will make all the difference.”

“He has both of us.” Tony whispered, leaning down the brush a kiss over Dick’s lips.

Re: Flirts and friends

Date: 2010-03-04 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthbatgirl.livejournal.com
Oh poor poor Timmy. Such a scary thing for a little boy. Though I like how Dick was able to get him to talk - leave it to a big brother to take care of his little brother.

And Tony was wonderful too. So concerned for his Tim, but always having time to flirt with Dick.

Wonderful, Wonderful story! Thank you!

help, help.

Date: 2010-03-04 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
No, thank you. I won’t be writing it if it wasn’t for your wonderful ideas and support. This thread especially has been really fun and I’m tempted to repost it as a full story but I don’t feel like it’s finished.

I have this vague idea that Tim will take Dick’s advice and ask Bruce for a night off and pop over to see Tony, finding Dick and Tony as they are – playfully kissing. I can see Tony jumping up and desperately trying to explain but Dick and Tim just grinning at each other.

Tell me what you think or any ideas you’d like to see. I really want to write out this story to a natural end.

Re: help, help.

Date: 2010-03-04 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthbatgirl.livejournal.com
Having Tony all flustered would be funny, obviously Tim knows Dick has no real interest in Tony and knows where Tony's heart belongs. Besides it wouldn't surprise me a bit if Tim and Dick shared their own teasing kisses from time to time. It would be funny to see Tony get flustered by the two batboys.

Though Tim and Tony deserve some time together without a teasing brother around. Maybe they can have a heart to heart - or as much as a heart to heart as you can with a Bat.

Can't wait to see what you come up with.

Re: help, help.

Date: 2010-03-05 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Yes! Thank you so much, I should have it up soon.

Thanks again for all the help.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-03-01 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyblkrose.livejournal.com
Dog On Girl, each of these was deeper and more sensual than the next. You have some talent and it shows. And crossing DCU and MCU is a wonderful thing. I think there should be more crossover love around here. It's weird how everyone has Tony fooping the BatClan one by one. So far he's done Bruce, Dick and Tim, the few he's missed has been Jason, Steph, Cass and Damien (but he's waaayyy tooooo young even for Tony). Hummmmmmmmmmm prompts?

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Date: 2010-03-01 10:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
I suck beyond words at het so I won’t embarrassed myself by trying. Batclan are the ones I know best, Dick, Tim and Bruce being my favs but Jason... I’m not great with him but I’ll try...

Street party Part 1

Date: 2010-03-01 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Ok so taking a walk after the party might not have been such a great idea. Even with eight...nine....ten...ish very dirty martinis under his belt, Tony looked sober but hey, this was Gotham – you didn’t have to be drunk to get rolled.

“Just take it easy buddy.” Tony said cheerfully, staring down the barrel of the gun. It was moments like this he was acutely aware that without his suit he was just another guy on the street, getting mugged by a dude with a gun.

And judging by the guy’s pupils and twitch that ran up and down his arms, this dude with a gun was coming down from something bad. It was taking all of Tony’s self control not the run his mouth off. Right not that would probable get him killed.

“Gimme!” the guy twitched, “Gimme your wallet.”

The gun wavered dangerously as Tony reached from his pocket.

“I’m not carrying a weapon.” Tony assured, keeping his hands out in the clear. He had planned to but Pepper had forbidden him from taking the hand-cannons to charity event.

“Yeah but I am.” A voice from above called.

There was a THUNK as a solid body landed between them. Tony got a quick flash of black leather and a red mask before he was thrown against the wall, bullets peppering the stonework around him. One shot clipped his arm and he went down, covering his bleeding bicep.

There was a high pitched, almost girlish scream that ended in a wet gurgle and the tweaker hit the concrete and scrambled away.

“God I hate junkies.” The young man muttered, wiping the blood off the kris blade in his hand. “You alright?”

Tony shrugged, clutching his shoulder. The guy was in his early twenties maybe and solidly built, all muscle with a rakish streak of white in his dark hair.

“Gimme a look.” The youth pried his hand back, tearing Tony’s sleeve to eye the cut. “It’s not that deep.”

“Thanks.” Tony muttered, breathing in the young man’s scent of grease and sweat, strong and richly masculine. There was something about him...maybe it was just the mask but... “What do they call you?”

“Red Hood.” The youth replied guardedly.

“Well then Red,” Tony purred, “however can I thank you?”

The youth chuckled darkly, climbing to his feet. “Oh I can think of a few things.”

Street party Part 2

Date: 2010-03-01 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Tony grinned up at him, running his hands up the young man’s leather clad legs, rubbing his thumbs over the crease of his thighs. The kid was dangerously hot and definably worth some dirty alley sex.

“You’re serious about this.” The young man growled, more pleased than questioning. He flipped his belt open, dropping his fly with an almost challenging look.

Tony licked his lips almost unconsciously as the young man drew out his cock, already half hard from the fight. Tony leant in, lapping at the dewed head.

Red buried his gloved hands in Tony’s hair, pushing himself past Tony’s lips and deep into his mouth, groaning softly as Tony took him into his throat with ease. “You’re a decent cock-sucker for a rich boy Stark.”

Tony hummed, slightly gratified at being recognised and scraped his teeth leisurely up the young man’s length.

Red groaned deeply, tightening his grip in Tony’s hair as his hips jerked in short, sharp thrusts as he come hard in the billionaire’s mouth.

Tony smiled, climbing to his feet and licking his lips. “Thank for the rescue.” He purred, suddenly cut off as Red kissed him hard, licking his way into Tony’s mouth.

Tony let himself be pushed against the wall as the young man devoured his mouth, searching for any taste of himself. Tony rested his head against the stone as they broke for air. “You’re a decent kisser for a Robin, Todd.”

Red threw him against the wall, hard enough to make Tony’s head spin. “Who the fuck are you Stark? How do you know that name?”

Tony let himself grin. It wasn’t any safer to be running his mouth off now than it had been earlier but it was definitely more fun. “I know your brothers.” He smirked, letting Jason push him against the wall. “You should call Dick sometime. He’s worried about you.”

“Bastard.” Jason growled, his hands fisted in Tony’s jacket. There was a depth of feeling to the young man’s curse that made Tony think maybe it wasn’t aimed at him. “What else has the golden child told you? Apart from giving away my identity.”

“Oh he didn’t give you away. You gave yourself away.” Tony crooned, leaning in to nuzzle the side of Jason’s neck. “The mask, the way you move, the way you fight...” he bit lightly on Jason’s earlobe, dragging it between his teeth, relishing the shudder that ran though the young man’s body. “The noises you make when you come... you’re all bat.”

Jason growled, pressing himself against Tony, dragging a hand up the front of Tony’s leg to cup the bludge in the older man’s pants. “Gotta kink for Robins Stark?”

“Strong, capable young men who can handle themselves in a fight? Who can resist that?” Tony purred, bucking up into Jason’s touch as the young man reached in to his pants to stroke him roughly. It didn’t take long before Tony was moaning into the young man’s throat, spilling over into Red Hood’s glove.

“Slut.” Jason growled, smearing Tony’s release over the billionaire’s lips and licking it off with sharp, hot kisses. “Tell the golden child he knows where to find me but he better come armed. I still play rough.”

There was the whoosh of a jumpline and Jason disappeared into the dark. It took Tony a moment to realise his wallet was gone with him.

Re: Street party Part 1

Date: 2010-03-01 01:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladyblkrose.livejournal.com
What a wonderful thing to wake up to this am. Thank you for my Tony/BatClan fix.

Re: Street party Part 1

Date: 2010-03-01 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
I just hope you like it. I'm not as strong with Jay as I am with the others

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Date: 2010-03-01 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saphire-dance.livejournal.com
Mmm Tony interacting with the batfam. I love it. Tony's so much fun to play with especially in the way he is and isn't like Bruce

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Date: 2010-03-01 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
I love seeing the Bats through other people's eyes and Tony's so perfect for that. He cares for them but he's also a bit of brat himself.

I'm glad you enjoyed them, I just posted one with Jason but I don't think it's as good, I'm not great with Jay.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-03-01 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saphire-dance.livejournal.com
I think your Jay is pretty good. It's hard to get a good grasp on a character when the canon is all over the place like it is with poor Jason. He and Cass are both like that for me.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-03-01 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] munnin-odanin.livejournal.com
Yeah Jay’s just one of those people I don’t get. Thanks for commenting, you do wonders for my confidence.

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