Fic: Trust.
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munninTitle: Trust
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Bruce/Tim
Fandom: DCU (no particular AU)
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.
Bingo card: H/C. Dub-con. Masterlist here.
Summary: the aftermath of a brush with Poison Ivy. More C that H. Meant as a fluffy, cheer up gift for JD but got away from me...as usual.
It never occurred to Tim that he might one day end up having sex with Bruce. He knew Dick suffered horribly as a result of he and Bruce never working out their unresolved tension and no-one ever talked about what happened between Bruce and Jason but Tim had a fair idea.
But for all that, Tim never thought about it...not with Bruce. It just never seemed plausible...
Until now.
The Batmobile clung to the road, low and swift as Tim tried to put back together what had happened. His memory was tangled and frayed and didn’t match up in spots.
Ivy. Something to do with Ivy.
Plants...flowers maybe...No. Pollen.
Definitely pollen.
It was a sickly yellow colour and clung to his cape and tunic.
And to Batman’s.
Ivy had laughed when Batman tried to push her away, tried to protect Robin but it was too late, it was all over both of them. They got back as far as the car and then...
And then...
Tim shifted uncomfortably, aware that parts of his anatomy ached in unusually ways. His mouth, his hands, his...oh...
Memory came back in scraps – the grim set of Batman’s jaw, ordering him to lock himself in the car. The feeling of stubble under his hand as Robin reached up to check Batman’s temperature. The way his lips bruised as Batman slammed against him in a brutally deep kiss.
But nothing more than he could take.
Batman never pushed him, never forced more on him then he was ready for. And never questioned Robin’s need for more
Batman knew how to give orders and when he wouldn’t need to. Robin knew how to obey those orders and when to anticipate them.
A Robin becomes what Batman needs and Batman provides what Robin needs to achieve that. The perfect partnership.
But the pollen went away, its effects subsided and they were left like this.
Side by side in the Batmobile, speeding back to the cave. Tim didn’t need to look across to know that Bruce’s jaw was clenched, or that his fingers wrapped around the wheel so tight his knuckles would be white beneath his gloves.
There were no words. Not yet.
The darkness of cave covered them as the car slid down the hidden driveway and Tim remembered thinking the first time he saw it that it could be the mouth of a giant, consumed them forever.
As the car stilled, Batman got out without a word and vanished into the darkness.
Tim took his time, moving slowly against the discomfort. He removed his cape and set it down, scrapping a pollen sample off the fabric for later study before dropping it into a hazard bag. Alfred would know how to clean in. He always did.
Tim shed his costume and bagged it all, changing into sweats. He wanted a shower but it could wait, the mission came first and his report of the evening’s patrol needed doing.
“You need to leave.” Batman’s voice startled him as he stared at the keyboard, trying to work out what to say. “You have no reason to stay.”
Tim turned, his body and mind too tired to process what was being asked of him. “I....”
Bruce was still in costume though the cowl was pushed back. “I raped you Tim. I have broken your trust.” His voice was steady and emotionless and bleak beyond words. “You should leave. I no longer have the right to keep you here.”
“You didn’t rape me.” Tim started to rise but his tired legs wobbled.
Bruce reached out to steady him but flinched back, as if afraid to touch. “You are my partner and only just of age. I forced you without consent.”
“I never said no.” Tim muttered.
“I never stopped to ask.” Bruce pulled away, turning his back. “Tim don’t.” It was a warning as well as a threat.
“I never said no because I wanted it too.”
Bruce refused to meet his eye. “Your judgment was impaired.”
“It isn’t now.” Tim took two steps towards Bruce before his legs gave out.
Bruce caught him, staring into Tim’s eyes for a long moment as if searching his soul.
“I never said no.” Tim stated firmly. “Because I never wanted to. You didn’t force me.”
“I should have protected you. I broke your trust.”
“No. You didn’t.”
Tim wavered slightly and Bruce lifted him carefully into his arms. “Are you injured?”
“Just tired.” Tim let himself relax as Bruce carried him upstairs, laying him out on his own bed.
The door closed behind the older man and Tim lay there alone, wondering if he should follow his mentor, or call Dick and ask him to come talk Bruce down but the door opened again and Bruce hovered in the doorway, out of his suit and back in training clothes.
“I need...” Bruce stuttered, his hand still clenched around the doorknob. “I need to be sure I didn’t injure you.”
Tim nodded and offered no resistance as Bruce crossed to the bed, stripping him carefully. There were bruises around his narrow hips, each perfectly fitting under Bruce’s hand. Tim hummed as Bruce gently ran a warm damp cloth over his skin, cleansing him and drawing out what little pain there was.
Carefully, gently, devotedly Bruce washed Tim, focusing intently on every blemish the night’s activities had left on Tim’s body before rolling him onto his stomach. “I have...a balm.” Bruce whispered, his hand resting on the small of Tim’s back. “It will ease the pain...from earlier.”
Tim nodded, resting his forehead on his arms as Bruce tentatively smoothed the thick cream over his hole. Despite the warmth from the fire, Tim shivered as Bruce pushed gently at the abused ring of muscles, the tip of one finger dipping in. “Oh...”
“Am I hurting you?” Bruce asked anxiously. “Would you rather I fetched Alfred?”
“No.” Tim mumbled, “It feels...” he trembled again as Bruce eased a finger back in.
“There’s a little swelling but...” Bruce’s own breathing shuddered as Tim arched back against him and his finger slipped deeper still.
“Ah...” Tim gave a little gasp as Bruce’s well greased finger brushed something inside him, something hot and urgent. “Bruce I...”
“Tim?” Bruce leant in, half covered the youth. “I...I need to be sure this time.”
“Yes Bruce! Please?” Tim whimpered arching up as Bruce massaged his prostate over and over. “Please.”
Bruce shed his clothes at breakneck speed, his cock hard and jutting as he leant into Tim. “Let me make it right.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses to Tim’s swollen lips. “Let me love you.”
Tim moaned low and soft as Bruce stroked him open. The older man kissing every inch of skin of Tim’s skin, lavishing attention on every spot that made Tim moan or whimper. Taking his time till the youth begged for his touch.
“God Bruce! Please?” Tim pleaded, burying his hands in Bruce’s dark hair to pull him up. “I need you.”
With the gentleness of one holding a precious flower, Bruce sheathed himself in Tim, groaning as the youth’s heat surrounded him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, stroking Tim’s cheek. “So sorry I hurt you.”
“You never hurt me Bruce...I never...” Tim’s eyes rolled in his head as Bruce began to thrust, slow and deep. It wasn’t like before; the few snatched of frayed memory never even came close to this... He lost track of time and place and self, so lost in the deep rolling pleasure of Bruce’s touch.
Bruce reached between them, wrapping his callused fingers around Tim’s cock, stroking him gently to bring the young man to climax as he too reached his peak.
Tim cried out in release, moaning as his body exploded with pleasure. Limp in Bruce’s arms, he fell to the bed as Bruce leant in to kiss him, his mentor’s breathing just as ragged.
“I love you.” Bruce whispered simply, withdrawing with care and pulling Tim into his arms.
“I trust you.” Tim answered, knowing it was what the Dark Knight needed despite his well shattered senses. “Always.”
Bruce smiled tightly as pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead.
Tomorrow they would go on as before and neither of them would speak of it again. Tomorrow they would once again be that well oiled partnership that the criminals of Gotham feared.
But till then...
Tim snuggled into Bruce, resting his head in the hollow of his mentor’s throat. “Stay.” He asked, wrapping Bruce’s arms around him. “Stay with me tonight.”
Bruce’s only answer was to kiss him and pull him close.
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Bruce/Tim
Fandom: DCU (no particular AU)
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.
Bingo card: H/C. Dub-con. Masterlist here.
Summary: the aftermath of a brush with Poison Ivy. More C that H. Meant as a fluffy, cheer up gift for JD but got away from me...as usual.
It never occurred to Tim that he might one day end up having sex with Bruce. He knew Dick suffered horribly as a result of he and Bruce never working out their unresolved tension and no-one ever talked about what happened between Bruce and Jason but Tim had a fair idea.
But for all that, Tim never thought about it...not with Bruce. It just never seemed plausible...
Until now.
The Batmobile clung to the road, low and swift as Tim tried to put back together what had happened. His memory was tangled and frayed and didn’t match up in spots.
Ivy. Something to do with Ivy.
Plants...flowers maybe...No. Pollen.
Definitely pollen.
It was a sickly yellow colour and clung to his cape and tunic.
And to Batman’s.
Ivy had laughed when Batman tried to push her away, tried to protect Robin but it was too late, it was all over both of them. They got back as far as the car and then...
And then...
Tim shifted uncomfortably, aware that parts of his anatomy ached in unusually ways. His mouth, his hands, his...oh...
Memory came back in scraps – the grim set of Batman’s jaw, ordering him to lock himself in the car. The feeling of stubble under his hand as Robin reached up to check Batman’s temperature. The way his lips bruised as Batman slammed against him in a brutally deep kiss.
But nothing more than he could take.
Batman never pushed him, never forced more on him then he was ready for. And never questioned Robin’s need for more
Batman knew how to give orders and when he wouldn’t need to. Robin knew how to obey those orders and when to anticipate them.
A Robin becomes what Batman needs and Batman provides what Robin needs to achieve that. The perfect partnership.
But the pollen went away, its effects subsided and they were left like this.
Side by side in the Batmobile, speeding back to the cave. Tim didn’t need to look across to know that Bruce’s jaw was clenched, or that his fingers wrapped around the wheel so tight his knuckles would be white beneath his gloves.
There were no words. Not yet.
The darkness of cave covered them as the car slid down the hidden driveway and Tim remembered thinking the first time he saw it that it could be the mouth of a giant, consumed them forever.
As the car stilled, Batman got out without a word and vanished into the darkness.
Tim took his time, moving slowly against the discomfort. He removed his cape and set it down, scrapping a pollen sample off the fabric for later study before dropping it into a hazard bag. Alfred would know how to clean in. He always did.
Tim shed his costume and bagged it all, changing into sweats. He wanted a shower but it could wait, the mission came first and his report of the evening’s patrol needed doing.
“You need to leave.” Batman’s voice startled him as he stared at the keyboard, trying to work out what to say. “You have no reason to stay.”
Tim turned, his body and mind too tired to process what was being asked of him. “I....”
Bruce was still in costume though the cowl was pushed back. “I raped you Tim. I have broken your trust.” His voice was steady and emotionless and bleak beyond words. “You should leave. I no longer have the right to keep you here.”
“You didn’t rape me.” Tim started to rise but his tired legs wobbled.
Bruce reached out to steady him but flinched back, as if afraid to touch. “You are my partner and only just of age. I forced you without consent.”
“I never said no.” Tim muttered.
“I never stopped to ask.” Bruce pulled away, turning his back. “Tim don’t.” It was a warning as well as a threat.
“I never said no because I wanted it too.”
Bruce refused to meet his eye. “Your judgment was impaired.”
“It isn’t now.” Tim took two steps towards Bruce before his legs gave out.
Bruce caught him, staring into Tim’s eyes for a long moment as if searching his soul.
“I never said no.” Tim stated firmly. “Because I never wanted to. You didn’t force me.”
“I should have protected you. I broke your trust.”
“No. You didn’t.”
Tim wavered slightly and Bruce lifted him carefully into his arms. “Are you injured?”
“Just tired.” Tim let himself relax as Bruce carried him upstairs, laying him out on his own bed.
The door closed behind the older man and Tim lay there alone, wondering if he should follow his mentor, or call Dick and ask him to come talk Bruce down but the door opened again and Bruce hovered in the doorway, out of his suit and back in training clothes.
“I need...” Bruce stuttered, his hand still clenched around the doorknob. “I need to be sure I didn’t injure you.”
Tim nodded and offered no resistance as Bruce crossed to the bed, stripping him carefully. There were bruises around his narrow hips, each perfectly fitting under Bruce’s hand. Tim hummed as Bruce gently ran a warm damp cloth over his skin, cleansing him and drawing out what little pain there was.
Carefully, gently, devotedly Bruce washed Tim, focusing intently on every blemish the night’s activities had left on Tim’s body before rolling him onto his stomach. “I have...a balm.” Bruce whispered, his hand resting on the small of Tim’s back. “It will ease the pain...from earlier.”
Tim nodded, resting his forehead on his arms as Bruce tentatively smoothed the thick cream over his hole. Despite the warmth from the fire, Tim shivered as Bruce pushed gently at the abused ring of muscles, the tip of one finger dipping in. “Oh...”
“Am I hurting you?” Bruce asked anxiously. “Would you rather I fetched Alfred?”
“No.” Tim mumbled, “It feels...” he trembled again as Bruce eased a finger back in.
“There’s a little swelling but...” Bruce’s own breathing shuddered as Tim arched back against him and his finger slipped deeper still.
“Ah...” Tim gave a little gasp as Bruce’s well greased finger brushed something inside him, something hot and urgent. “Bruce I...”
“Tim?” Bruce leant in, half covered the youth. “I...I need to be sure this time.”
“Yes Bruce! Please?” Tim whimpered arching up as Bruce massaged his prostate over and over. “Please.”
Bruce shed his clothes at breakneck speed, his cock hard and jutting as he leant into Tim. “Let me make it right.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses to Tim’s swollen lips. “Let me love you.”
Tim moaned low and soft as Bruce stroked him open. The older man kissing every inch of skin of Tim’s skin, lavishing attention on every spot that made Tim moan or whimper. Taking his time till the youth begged for his touch.
“God Bruce! Please?” Tim pleaded, burying his hands in Bruce’s dark hair to pull him up. “I need you.”
With the gentleness of one holding a precious flower, Bruce sheathed himself in Tim, groaning as the youth’s heat surrounded him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, stroking Tim’s cheek. “So sorry I hurt you.”
“You never hurt me Bruce...I never...” Tim’s eyes rolled in his head as Bruce began to thrust, slow and deep. It wasn’t like before; the few snatched of frayed memory never even came close to this... He lost track of time and place and self, so lost in the deep rolling pleasure of Bruce’s touch.
Bruce reached between them, wrapping his callused fingers around Tim’s cock, stroking him gently to bring the young man to climax as he too reached his peak.
Tim cried out in release, moaning as his body exploded with pleasure. Limp in Bruce’s arms, he fell to the bed as Bruce leant in to kiss him, his mentor’s breathing just as ragged.
“I love you.” Bruce whispered simply, withdrawing with care and pulling Tim into his arms.
“I trust you.” Tim answered, knowing it was what the Dark Knight needed despite his well shattered senses. “Always.”
Bruce smiled tightly as pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead.
Tomorrow they would go on as before and neither of them would speak of it again. Tomorrow they would once again be that well oiled partnership that the criminals of Gotham feared.
But till then...
Tim snuggled into Bruce, resting his head in the hollow of his mentor’s throat. “Stay.” He asked, wrapping Bruce’s arms around him. “Stay with me tonight.”
Bruce’s only answer was to kiss him and pull him close.