Fic; Valley Girl Mode
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munninTitle: Valley Girl Mode
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17 for language and unrelated violence but PGish for pairing
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t. (Written after midnight)
Bingo card: AU. Other: High-school. Masterlist here.
Summary: when things go very wrong, the school nerd ends up places he never expected, or dared hope for.
Thanks JD for the title. Not where I was expectation to go but Tim wandered off on me.
“You’re staring again Drake.” Kon growled under his breath.
Tim jerked back suddenly as if stung, nearly knocking over his milk. “Sorry?”
“I said you’re staring again.” Kon grinned nastily around the french fry he’d just lifted from Tim’s plate.
Tim glowered at his very, very unappealing cafeteria lunch. Normally he packed his own but he’d overslept this morning and hadn’t had time. “I wasn’t staring.” He mumbled defensively. “I just...spaced out for a sec.”
“Yeah sure Tim.” Kon goaded, “You just happen to space out staring directly at Grayson’s ass. Nice work!” he looked up at his sheepish friend. There were dark rings under the young man’s eyes. “Drake man? You ok?”
Tim shrugged. “Didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Still having bad dreams?”
Not bad per say. Tim mused. Distracting certainly. It was a good thing the housekeeper was lazy and didn’t mind that Tim washed his own sheets. “Something like that.”
“Man you need to kick back and chill some.” Kon leant forward and stole another fry. “Maybe even party a little. Hey there’s that thing of Kory’s tonight. We should totally go.”
Tim shook his head morosely. “Party at the head cheerleader’s house? It’d be a jock festival. I’d never even get invited.”
“Hey! I’m a jock and I totally invite you!” Kon flexed his impressive shoulders. “I am on the football team and all.”
“And I’m sure you do the uniform credit.” Tim muttered sarcastically. “I’m also sure the rest of the team would be less than thrilled if you dragged a nerd like me along.”
Kon sighed and put down the lump of fried mystery he was about to steal. “Are you still under the impression I only hang out with you to pass classes? Cause that’s not it at all.”
“Then why do you hang out with me?”
“Gees you’re depressing today!” Kon moaned. “Look Drake; you’re smart, you’re cool and you’re usually funny. Plus,” he started, getting up as the bell rang, “You don’t care if I steal your food. I’ll pick you up after training.”
Tim dragged his feet to class. There was no getting around it when Kon had made his mind up on something like this. Like it or not Tim would be dragged to the party tonight but with luck Kon would get distracted with his football buddies and not notice that the nerd had slipped away within five minutes of walking though the door.
Tim was so busy being miserable about the idea that he didn’t notice the senior coming the other way till he walked into him.
“Watch it!” The guy growled, adjusting his leather jacket as Tim’s books scattered everywhere.
“Sorry!” Tim whimpered, scrabbling to grab his stuff and get out of the way. Jason Todd was six foot something of short temper and the school’s resident bad boy. Getting on his bad side was a usually terminal mistake.
“You will be.” The older boy towered over him, the iconic white streak in his hair sticking up like a cock’s comb.
“Hey Jay. Simmer down.” A softer voice called. “I’m sure the kid didn’t mean any harm.”
Tim blushed to his roots as Dick Grayson – school gymnastics champion and Adonis made flesh bent down to help him gather up his things.
“You ok?” Grayson asked, tilting his head with that little half smile that had featured too often in Tim’s dreams of late. “Sorry, I know Jay can be a really ass sometimes. Are you hurt?”
“I’m...I’m fine.’ Tim stuttered, knowing his face was bright red. “Just dropped my things.”
“No harm done then.” Dick smiled, helping him to his feet.
Roy Harper called out from the doorway. “Move your ass Grayson! We’re going to be late for training!”
Tim started to stutter a thank you but, with the flash of a smile, Dick was gone.
***
Roy grinned over his shoulder as his friend came lolloping across the field to catch up. “You know I do believe that pretty blue eyed boy has a crush on you.”
“Shut up!” Dick growled, giving his friend a playful shove. “He was kinda cute though...I didn’t even think to get his name”
“Drake or Drain or something.” The captain of archery team shrugged. “He hangs out with the quarterback Kent. Ask him.”
Dick looked thoughtful. “Think he’ll be at Kory’s tonight?”
“Fuck knows.” Roy snorted and nudged Dick back. “Come on. Coach’ll have our hide if we’re late again.”
***
Tim found it ridiculously hard to concentrate in class that afternoon. Not only was he dead tired but the memory of Dick Grayson’s smile, the warmth of his hand on Tim’s arm kept rising in his mind. The middle of Mrs Kane’s English literature class was not the place for daydreams or hormones...as Tim had to keep having to remind himself.
The home-bell was never such a relief and Tim fled the school as fast as he could. He took the long way though the park to get home. After all, why hurry? There was no-one waiting for him. His parents were overseas (again) and none of the staff cared when he came and went. He slipped his camera out for his backpack and went off in search of something to photograph.
It was full dark before Tim realised how far he’s wandered and how lost he was. Kon had teased him a couple of times for getting photographer’s blindness and not paying enough attention to where he was going and this time it was true. Tim looked around, taking stock of his predicament. He had clearly wandered into a seedier part of town and the shadows in the alley behind him were moving. Tim stood still and waited, only bothering to slip the card out of his camera. His mother had always taught him not to fight or argue if he got mugged. Phones and wallets could be replaced but Tim was dammed if he was going to lose all the photos he’d taken.
“You’re a long way from uptown little boy.” A voice drawled behind him. There was the click of a switchblade and Tim froze. “Lost are you?”
“A little.” Tim admitted, trying to sound calm. “Do you mind pointing me towards the nearest train station?”
“Running off already?” Another voice called to his left.
“Too early in the night to be running off.” Another voice to his right and Tim knew he was surrounded and in serious trouble.
“Take whatever you want.” Tim said quietly, holding out the camera with a shaky hand but something grazed up the back of his thigh, cold and hard and sharp through his pants.
“What if it’s not your kit we want to take?” The voice behind him sneered.
Breath thick with alcohol ghosted over his throat and Tim shuddered involuntarily.
“Looks like we’re got ourselves a blushing virgin, boys!” the blade slipped in, slicing though his belt with a flick. “This is gunna be fun!” The blade switched to his throat as the other two goons grabbed his arms.
Tim wanted to scream, needed to scream but the sound caught in his throat, bobbing against the blade as his pants were forced down.
“Get him on his knees.”
Tim buckled as his legs were kicked from under him, his hands scrapping on the concrete as he fell. He clenched his eyes closed, swallowing a sob as something hard and wet and unmistakeably male was dragged across his face. The knife returned to his throat as the thug tangled a hand in his hair.
“You bite, you die kid. Now let’s have that pretty mouth of yours.”
There was a bang and a scuffle. The knife dug in for a moment in a searing line of pain across the side of Tim’s neck. The hand in his hair was gone and Tim pitched forward, curling up in a ball in an effort not to vomit.
He heard, if only distantly, the sounds of a fight and then everything went quiet. Someone grabbed the side of his head. “It’s not too deep.” A familiar voice muttered. “Hold that there.” Fabric was pressed to his neck and held against the wound.
There was a conversation happening, or at least half of one but Tim was too shaken to follow it.
“I’ve got him...yeah he’s pretty messed up but he’ll be ok...better bring the car, I don’t think he’d be able to ride...good, now hurry the fuck up. I got places to be.”
Tim managed to pry his eyes open and looked up into the face of Jason Todd as the bad boy leant over him.
“For a smart kid,” Jason mused as he shucked his jacket and laid it over Tim’s shivering form, “You are a fucking idiot. Now pass out till the cavalry gets here.”
Which Tim obediently did.
***
When he woke up he was in the back of a car, his head cradled in Dick Grayson’s lap.
“Just take it easy. You’re still in shock.”
“What...” Tim managed though cold lips. “How did you...?”
“Your friend Kon.” Dick whispered, stroking his hair. “He came to Kory’s party looking for you when he couldn’t find you at home. We organised search parties. Sounds like Jay found you just in time.”
The memory hit Tim like a punch and he sobbed.
“It’s ok. You’re safe now.” Dick petted him gently. “Kon said there’s no-one at your place so we’re taking you to his, Mrs Kent said she’d look after you.”
“Just hold on Tim, we’re almost there.” A voice called from the front seat and Tim noticed for the first time that it was Roy driving. He sounded anxious and a little pissed and Tim wondered if he should apologise for ruining their evening.
“Thank you.” Tim croaked but Dick held a finger to his lips.
“Just rest.” Dick soothed. “It’ll all be over soon.”
***
Tim woke up in the guest room of the Kent house, swathed in blankets with Kon perched on the dresser beside him.
“You ok?” There were deep shadows under the footballer’s eyes and his fingernails were ragged with chewing. “The doc came during the night. Said you won’t need stitches but ya gotta take it easy for a few days.” He jumped down and leant over Tim. “Fuck man! You scared the hell out of me!”
“You and me both.” Tim whispered meekly, his throat scratchy and swollen as tears welled in his eyes.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Kon straightened up, wavering uncertainly and chewing on his thumbnail. “I nearly went out of my head when I couldn’t find you. You and that damn camera. Told you it’d get you into trouble.”
Tim sniffed back what sounded like something between a sob and a laugh.
“You should...you should sleep some more.” Kon stuttered, unsure what else to do. “Ma said you’re staying here till you recover, whether you like it or not. And all the chicken soup she can force down you.”
That got him a little smile from Tim; Ma Kent’s cooking was famous.
“Anyway, I gotta get my ass to school. There’s gunna be like a million people that want to know you’re ok.”
Tim shrugged and rolled onto his back. “Like anyone even knows who I am.”
“You’re kidding right? Everyone knows. You’re famous now. You’re like the boy who lived or the boy who didn’t get butt-raped.” Tim flinched and Kon realised he was running his mouth off again. “Sorry, sorry. I’m an ass, don’t listen to me. But yeah, lotta people know what happened. Hell! Everyone at that party went looking when I raised the alarm.” He gave a sly smile. “And that pretty boy Dick Grayson was the first to hit the door when I said you were missing. Wouldn’t be shocked if he drops round. He was pretty charming with Ma last night and won’t leave till the doc’d been.” Kon leant in to ruffle Tim’s hair. “You might just have a shot with him after all.”
***
Tim drifted in and out of sleep, waking up several times when Ma Kent came to check on him.
“It’s nice of you to let me stay.” He said weakly as she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. He felt feverish and flat and she handed him some tablets and water.
“Hush.” She said with an indulgent smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She sat down next to him and stroked his hair. “You’ve been a good friend to Kon and with your mother out of town, I couldn’t leave you alone in that big old house.” She ran a gently hand though his hair. “I’m sure she’d do the same if she was here.”
Tim doubted it greatly but didn’t say anything. His mother certainly wouldn’t stay with him till he fell asleep.
***
It was nearly dark when Tim woke again, feeling groggy and disorientated.
“Go slowly.” Someone whispered, stroking his hair. “Mrs Kent said the painkillers would leave you a little dizzy so just take it easy.”
Tim looked up into Dick Grayson’s smile and closed his eyes, convinced he was dreaming.
“I brought you camera back.” Dick said quietly. “Jay found it in the alley and thought you might want it.”
“That was nice of him.” Tim managed, still somewhat bewildered.
“He’s actually a pretty nice guy once you get past the fact he’s a complete asshole.” Dick beamed. “Hope you don’t mind but I had a look. They’re really good.” He flicked on the camera and scrolled though. “You have such sense of beauty and loneliness. The way you capture the city is...breathtaking. This is my favourite.” He flashed Tim a shot taken the night before of one of the gargoyles on the Gotham Clocktower. “I’ve always loved those gargoyles. I use to climb up to them when I was younger.”
“You climb?” Tim asked curiously, wondering if anyone else knew.
“Oh yeah. I have a thing for rooftop. I guess I just love being up high, always have.” He snorted a laugh. “You know I use to stand on top of those gargoyles and pretend I was some awesome hero with my cape flying in the wind.” He struck a dramatic pose and Tim smiled. “That’s what I want to see!” Dick beamed. “You don’t smile anywhere near enough!”
Tim’s breath caught as Dick cupped his cheek.
“You’re so beautiful when you smile.” The gymnast whispered, leaning in close enough that his breath caressed Tim’s lips. He blinked, seeming to suddenly realise what he was doing. “Oh god! I’m so sorry. After what you’ve been though...the last thing you’d want is me pawing at you.” He pulled away but Tim caught his sleeve.
“I don’t...I don’t mind.” Tim whispered.
Dick smiled softly, cupping Tim’s cheek again. “Mrs Kent will flay me alive if I get you too wound up but...when you’re better, would you like to come climbing with me? I could show you the view from the top of the gargoyles.”
“I’d like that.” Tim stuttered, somewhat stunned.
“You know you’re amazing guy Tim. As wrong as this is, I’m kinda glad last night happened. I might never have gotten to know you otherwise.” His fingers brushed over Tim’s cheek, calloused but gently. “This is going to sound weird and if I’m off base here just tell me but...can I kiss you?”
“Please?” Tim breathed.
The press of Dick’s lips was warm and strong without being pushed. There was something gently and undemanding about Dick’s kiss that made a thousand of Tim’s wet dreams seem disturbingly plausible.
Tim breathed out a shattered sigh as Dick pulled away, his eyes closed against the thought that this could just be one of those dreams.
“God you’re beautiful.” Dick whispered, diving in for another quick kiss. “I should go or Mrs Kent really will murder me.” He squeezed Tim hand gently. “Can I visit you again tomorrow? I’d love to see more of your photos.”
“I’d like that.” Tim mumbled, still too pole-axed to think.
“Till then.” Dick smiled as he hovered in the doorway. “Get well Tim and thank you.”
Tim fell back on the pillow and wondered if the scar he was going to have on his neck wasn’t maybe the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17 for language and unrelated violence but PGish for pairing
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t. (Written after midnight)
Bingo card: AU. Other: High-school. Masterlist here.
Summary: when things go very wrong, the school nerd ends up places he never expected, or dared hope for.
Thanks JD for the title. Not where I was expectation to go but Tim wandered off on me.
“You’re staring again Drake.” Kon growled under his breath.
Tim jerked back suddenly as if stung, nearly knocking over his milk. “Sorry?”
“I said you’re staring again.” Kon grinned nastily around the french fry he’d just lifted from Tim’s plate.
Tim glowered at his very, very unappealing cafeteria lunch. Normally he packed his own but he’d overslept this morning and hadn’t had time. “I wasn’t staring.” He mumbled defensively. “I just...spaced out for a sec.”
“Yeah sure Tim.” Kon goaded, “You just happen to space out staring directly at Grayson’s ass. Nice work!” he looked up at his sheepish friend. There were dark rings under the young man’s eyes. “Drake man? You ok?”
Tim shrugged. “Didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Still having bad dreams?”
Not bad per say. Tim mused. Distracting certainly. It was a good thing the housekeeper was lazy and didn’t mind that Tim washed his own sheets. “Something like that.”
“Man you need to kick back and chill some.” Kon leant forward and stole another fry. “Maybe even party a little. Hey there’s that thing of Kory’s tonight. We should totally go.”
Tim shook his head morosely. “Party at the head cheerleader’s house? It’d be a jock festival. I’d never even get invited.”
“Hey! I’m a jock and I totally invite you!” Kon flexed his impressive shoulders. “I am on the football team and all.”
“And I’m sure you do the uniform credit.” Tim muttered sarcastically. “I’m also sure the rest of the team would be less than thrilled if you dragged a nerd like me along.”
Kon sighed and put down the lump of fried mystery he was about to steal. “Are you still under the impression I only hang out with you to pass classes? Cause that’s not it at all.”
“Then why do you hang out with me?”
“Gees you’re depressing today!” Kon moaned. “Look Drake; you’re smart, you’re cool and you’re usually funny. Plus,” he started, getting up as the bell rang, “You don’t care if I steal your food. I’ll pick you up after training.”
Tim dragged his feet to class. There was no getting around it when Kon had made his mind up on something like this. Like it or not Tim would be dragged to the party tonight but with luck Kon would get distracted with his football buddies and not notice that the nerd had slipped away within five minutes of walking though the door.
Tim was so busy being miserable about the idea that he didn’t notice the senior coming the other way till he walked into him.
“Watch it!” The guy growled, adjusting his leather jacket as Tim’s books scattered everywhere.
“Sorry!” Tim whimpered, scrabbling to grab his stuff and get out of the way. Jason Todd was six foot something of short temper and the school’s resident bad boy. Getting on his bad side was a usually terminal mistake.
“You will be.” The older boy towered over him, the iconic white streak in his hair sticking up like a cock’s comb.
“Hey Jay. Simmer down.” A softer voice called. “I’m sure the kid didn’t mean any harm.”
Tim blushed to his roots as Dick Grayson – school gymnastics champion and Adonis made flesh bent down to help him gather up his things.
“You ok?” Grayson asked, tilting his head with that little half smile that had featured too often in Tim’s dreams of late. “Sorry, I know Jay can be a really ass sometimes. Are you hurt?”
“I’m...I’m fine.’ Tim stuttered, knowing his face was bright red. “Just dropped my things.”
“No harm done then.” Dick smiled, helping him to his feet.
Roy Harper called out from the doorway. “Move your ass Grayson! We’re going to be late for training!”
Tim started to stutter a thank you but, with the flash of a smile, Dick was gone.
***
Roy grinned over his shoulder as his friend came lolloping across the field to catch up. “You know I do believe that pretty blue eyed boy has a crush on you.”
“Shut up!” Dick growled, giving his friend a playful shove. “He was kinda cute though...I didn’t even think to get his name”
“Drake or Drain or something.” The captain of archery team shrugged. “He hangs out with the quarterback Kent. Ask him.”
Dick looked thoughtful. “Think he’ll be at Kory’s tonight?”
“Fuck knows.” Roy snorted and nudged Dick back. “Come on. Coach’ll have our hide if we’re late again.”
***
Tim found it ridiculously hard to concentrate in class that afternoon. Not only was he dead tired but the memory of Dick Grayson’s smile, the warmth of his hand on Tim’s arm kept rising in his mind. The middle of Mrs Kane’s English literature class was not the place for daydreams or hormones...as Tim had to keep having to remind himself.
The home-bell was never such a relief and Tim fled the school as fast as he could. He took the long way though the park to get home. After all, why hurry? There was no-one waiting for him. His parents were overseas (again) and none of the staff cared when he came and went. He slipped his camera out for his backpack and went off in search of something to photograph.
It was full dark before Tim realised how far he’s wandered and how lost he was. Kon had teased him a couple of times for getting photographer’s blindness and not paying enough attention to where he was going and this time it was true. Tim looked around, taking stock of his predicament. He had clearly wandered into a seedier part of town and the shadows in the alley behind him were moving. Tim stood still and waited, only bothering to slip the card out of his camera. His mother had always taught him not to fight or argue if he got mugged. Phones and wallets could be replaced but Tim was dammed if he was going to lose all the photos he’d taken.
“You’re a long way from uptown little boy.” A voice drawled behind him. There was the click of a switchblade and Tim froze. “Lost are you?”
“A little.” Tim admitted, trying to sound calm. “Do you mind pointing me towards the nearest train station?”
“Running off already?” Another voice called to his left.
“Too early in the night to be running off.” Another voice to his right and Tim knew he was surrounded and in serious trouble.
“Take whatever you want.” Tim said quietly, holding out the camera with a shaky hand but something grazed up the back of his thigh, cold and hard and sharp through his pants.
“What if it’s not your kit we want to take?” The voice behind him sneered.
Breath thick with alcohol ghosted over his throat and Tim shuddered involuntarily.
“Looks like we’re got ourselves a blushing virgin, boys!” the blade slipped in, slicing though his belt with a flick. “This is gunna be fun!” The blade switched to his throat as the other two goons grabbed his arms.
Tim wanted to scream, needed to scream but the sound caught in his throat, bobbing against the blade as his pants were forced down.
“Get him on his knees.”
Tim buckled as his legs were kicked from under him, his hands scrapping on the concrete as he fell. He clenched his eyes closed, swallowing a sob as something hard and wet and unmistakeably male was dragged across his face. The knife returned to his throat as the thug tangled a hand in his hair.
“You bite, you die kid. Now let’s have that pretty mouth of yours.”
There was a bang and a scuffle. The knife dug in for a moment in a searing line of pain across the side of Tim’s neck. The hand in his hair was gone and Tim pitched forward, curling up in a ball in an effort not to vomit.
He heard, if only distantly, the sounds of a fight and then everything went quiet. Someone grabbed the side of his head. “It’s not too deep.” A familiar voice muttered. “Hold that there.” Fabric was pressed to his neck and held against the wound.
There was a conversation happening, or at least half of one but Tim was too shaken to follow it.
“I’ve got him...yeah he’s pretty messed up but he’ll be ok...better bring the car, I don’t think he’d be able to ride...good, now hurry the fuck up. I got places to be.”
Tim managed to pry his eyes open and looked up into the face of Jason Todd as the bad boy leant over him.
“For a smart kid,” Jason mused as he shucked his jacket and laid it over Tim’s shivering form, “You are a fucking idiot. Now pass out till the cavalry gets here.”
Which Tim obediently did.
***
When he woke up he was in the back of a car, his head cradled in Dick Grayson’s lap.
“Just take it easy. You’re still in shock.”
“What...” Tim managed though cold lips. “How did you...?”
“Your friend Kon.” Dick whispered, stroking his hair. “He came to Kory’s party looking for you when he couldn’t find you at home. We organised search parties. Sounds like Jay found you just in time.”
The memory hit Tim like a punch and he sobbed.
“It’s ok. You’re safe now.” Dick petted him gently. “Kon said there’s no-one at your place so we’re taking you to his, Mrs Kent said she’d look after you.”
“Just hold on Tim, we’re almost there.” A voice called from the front seat and Tim noticed for the first time that it was Roy driving. He sounded anxious and a little pissed and Tim wondered if he should apologise for ruining their evening.
“Thank you.” Tim croaked but Dick held a finger to his lips.
“Just rest.” Dick soothed. “It’ll all be over soon.”
***
Tim woke up in the guest room of the Kent house, swathed in blankets with Kon perched on the dresser beside him.
“You ok?” There were deep shadows under the footballer’s eyes and his fingernails were ragged with chewing. “The doc came during the night. Said you won’t need stitches but ya gotta take it easy for a few days.” He jumped down and leant over Tim. “Fuck man! You scared the hell out of me!”
“You and me both.” Tim whispered meekly, his throat scratchy and swollen as tears welled in his eyes.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Kon straightened up, wavering uncertainly and chewing on his thumbnail. “I nearly went out of my head when I couldn’t find you. You and that damn camera. Told you it’d get you into trouble.”
Tim sniffed back what sounded like something between a sob and a laugh.
“You should...you should sleep some more.” Kon stuttered, unsure what else to do. “Ma said you’re staying here till you recover, whether you like it or not. And all the chicken soup she can force down you.”
That got him a little smile from Tim; Ma Kent’s cooking was famous.
“Anyway, I gotta get my ass to school. There’s gunna be like a million people that want to know you’re ok.”
Tim shrugged and rolled onto his back. “Like anyone even knows who I am.”
“You’re kidding right? Everyone knows. You’re famous now. You’re like the boy who lived or the boy who didn’t get butt-raped.” Tim flinched and Kon realised he was running his mouth off again. “Sorry, sorry. I’m an ass, don’t listen to me. But yeah, lotta people know what happened. Hell! Everyone at that party went looking when I raised the alarm.” He gave a sly smile. “And that pretty boy Dick Grayson was the first to hit the door when I said you were missing. Wouldn’t be shocked if he drops round. He was pretty charming with Ma last night and won’t leave till the doc’d been.” Kon leant in to ruffle Tim’s hair. “You might just have a shot with him after all.”
***
Tim drifted in and out of sleep, waking up several times when Ma Kent came to check on him.
“It’s nice of you to let me stay.” He said weakly as she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. He felt feverish and flat and she handed him some tablets and water.
“Hush.” She said with an indulgent smile. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She sat down next to him and stroked his hair. “You’ve been a good friend to Kon and with your mother out of town, I couldn’t leave you alone in that big old house.” She ran a gently hand though his hair. “I’m sure she’d do the same if she was here.”
Tim doubted it greatly but didn’t say anything. His mother certainly wouldn’t stay with him till he fell asleep.
***
It was nearly dark when Tim woke again, feeling groggy and disorientated.
“Go slowly.” Someone whispered, stroking his hair. “Mrs Kent said the painkillers would leave you a little dizzy so just take it easy.”
Tim looked up into Dick Grayson’s smile and closed his eyes, convinced he was dreaming.
“I brought you camera back.” Dick said quietly. “Jay found it in the alley and thought you might want it.”
“That was nice of him.” Tim managed, still somewhat bewildered.
“He’s actually a pretty nice guy once you get past the fact he’s a complete asshole.” Dick beamed. “Hope you don’t mind but I had a look. They’re really good.” He flicked on the camera and scrolled though. “You have such sense of beauty and loneliness. The way you capture the city is...breathtaking. This is my favourite.” He flashed Tim a shot taken the night before of one of the gargoyles on the Gotham Clocktower. “I’ve always loved those gargoyles. I use to climb up to them when I was younger.”
“You climb?” Tim asked curiously, wondering if anyone else knew.
“Oh yeah. I have a thing for rooftop. I guess I just love being up high, always have.” He snorted a laugh. “You know I use to stand on top of those gargoyles and pretend I was some awesome hero with my cape flying in the wind.” He struck a dramatic pose and Tim smiled. “That’s what I want to see!” Dick beamed. “You don’t smile anywhere near enough!”
Tim’s breath caught as Dick cupped his cheek.
“You’re so beautiful when you smile.” The gymnast whispered, leaning in close enough that his breath caressed Tim’s lips. He blinked, seeming to suddenly realise what he was doing. “Oh god! I’m so sorry. After what you’ve been though...the last thing you’d want is me pawing at you.” He pulled away but Tim caught his sleeve.
“I don’t...I don’t mind.” Tim whispered.
Dick smiled softly, cupping Tim’s cheek again. “Mrs Kent will flay me alive if I get you too wound up but...when you’re better, would you like to come climbing with me? I could show you the view from the top of the gargoyles.”
“I’d like that.” Tim stuttered, somewhat stunned.
“You know you’re amazing guy Tim. As wrong as this is, I’m kinda glad last night happened. I might never have gotten to know you otherwise.” His fingers brushed over Tim’s cheek, calloused but gently. “This is going to sound weird and if I’m off base here just tell me but...can I kiss you?”
“Please?” Tim breathed.
The press of Dick’s lips was warm and strong without being pushed. There was something gently and undemanding about Dick’s kiss that made a thousand of Tim’s wet dreams seem disturbingly plausible.
Tim breathed out a shattered sigh as Dick pulled away, his eyes closed against the thought that this could just be one of those dreams.
“God you’re beautiful.” Dick whispered, diving in for another quick kiss. “I should go or Mrs Kent really will murder me.” He squeezed Tim hand gently. “Can I visit you again tomorrow? I’d love to see more of your photos.”
“I’d like that.” Tim mumbled, still too pole-axed to think.
“Till then.” Dick smiled as he hovered in the doorway. “Get well Tim and thank you.”
Tim fell back on the pillow and wondered if the scar he was going to have on his neck wasn’t maybe the best thing that had ever happened to him.
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Date: 2010-06-26 01:14 am (UTC)And Dick was so sweet with Tim. Just so so sweet. And the line about Jason has got to be best line about him ever.
So yea give me more :P
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Date: 2010-06-26 01:16 am (UTC)I'll do my best!