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Keep Me Warm	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Keep Me Warm
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“Dick?” Bruce walked into the manor, pulling of his gloves and flexing his fingers in the attempt to stave off the cold. The young man had been working as Bruce’s assistant at Wayne Enterprises for a good year and a half and never took a day off. It didn’t help that he never got sick, but Bruce knew something was up the instant Dick asked to leave early. Bruce refused to admit that it terrified him when Dick left.
“Young Master Grayson has barricaded himself in his room, Master Wayne.” Alfred appeared out of nowhere, as he always did. Dick insisted the Englishman was a ninja, but Alfred merely gave the young man a knowing smile whenever Dick tried to ask about it. He took Bruce’s coat, hat, and gloves. “If you wait a moment, I have had soup made for him.”
“Yes. Thank you, Alfred.” Bruce would always be eternally grateful for the man who practically raised him. The older man always helped him with all the problems he encountered. Alfred was the only reason Bruce survived Dick’s teenaged years. A man of twenty-five should never be forced to raise a fourteen-year-old juvenile delinquent. Dick had since fallen back on his old habits. The young man had become moody, closed-off, and even more reckless than normal. Bruce felt like he was dealing with the teenager all over again. When faced with things he didn’t like, Dick tended to seclude himself in his delinquency. It always gave Bruce a headache, and yet, Bruce couldn’t imagine life without Dick.
“Master Wayne.” Alfred handed Bruce a tray with soup, crackers, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate on it. The soup was Dick’s favorite, potato and cheddar, and the hot chocolate was because the young man still had a sweet tooth. “Master Grayson has opened his window. It has been open since he got back.” Bruce didn’t need to ask how Alfred knew the window was open. Security cameras had been installed as safety measures for the little family once their identities became less-than-secret.
“Has he left?” Bruce put a GPS chip in Dick the first time he ran off. Dick was eight at the time and furious when Bruce caught up with him. Bruce himself got one when he had been kidnapped and Alfred got one when he had been kidnaped.
“No.” Instantly, worry spike in Bruce’s chest. An angry Dick who was finding people to beat up, Bruce could deal with. Unless Dick had cut out his GPS chip, he had been letting the freezing November winds and snow into his room. For three hours.
“I’ll take care of it.” Bruce knew Alfred was worried. Hell, Bruce was worried. He had never encountered brooding Dick. The twenty-two-year-old was more of a “get-mad-then-get-even” type person. Bruce hurried upstairs, careful not to spill the soup or hot chocolate over. He paused in front of the door, praying for the rage. Bruce wasn’t sure what he’d do if Dick was crying in a corner. He felt the cutting chill of the November wind reach him from around the cracks in the door. He knocked carefully.
“G-g-go away, Alf-fred!” Apparently, the older man had been trying to get Dick out of the room for three hours.
“Let me in, Dick.” Bruce said. The younger man had not been expecting Bruce.
“What-t happen-n-ned t-to your d-d-d-date?” Dick chattered, his voice closer to the door.
“I broke up with her.” Bruce said, wondering why Dick cared, yet happy that he did. The young man never seemed to pay attention to Bruce’s love life and never told Bruce about his own. For all Bruce knew, the young man’s last girlfriend had been over four years before. However, Bruce hadn’t been able to lie to himself anymore. He didn’t want women. He just wanted Dick. Bruce had allowed his guilt to prevent him from initiating anything with his ward. Eleven years separated them, which wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but Bruce always felt terrible for wanting a man so much younger than him. Shocked silence met his ears.
“Why?” Dick was pressed against the door, Bruce could tell.
“Because she’s shallow and immature and she only wanted me for my money anyway.” Bruce said, calmly. He hadn’t felt any true affection for the woman anyway.
“Im-m-mature?” Dick chuckled from behind the door.
“Similar to the way someone I know is behaving now.” Bruce said.
“Well, I d-d-didn’t run off ag-g-g-gain.” Dick was shivering violently.
“Dick, please, let me in.” Bruce said as gently as he could. He heard a chattering sigh and the lock clicked open.
“Hey.” Dick peered out at him from around his door. His lips were blue. He wore a pair of gym shorts and a wife-beater, so he had to be frigid.
“I bring you gifts of yummy food and tasty beverages.” Bruce held the tray out, preparing to tie the idiot up if he refused to cooperate. Dick nodded and let Bruce into his room. Dick shut the door and locked it again. Obviously, he didn’t want Alfred intruding. Not that the Englishman ever would; he was far too proper. Bruce set the tray down on Dick’s desk and waited for the young man to sit down and begin eating before he pounced.
“When did you lose your brain?” He asked, casually. Dick shivered violently and glowered at Bruce.
“What-t are you t-t-talking about?” He asked, shoveling soup down.
“It’s in the teens outside.” Bruce strode to the massive window and shut it with a snap. He turned around and Dick had stopped eating. The young man looked ready to panic. Or attack Bruce. Bruce really preferred the latter. “Why have you been locked in your room with your window open, letting in the wind and snow, for three hours?”
“It’s none of your business.” Dick managed to speak without stuttering over the words, but Bruce could tell it was a fight.
“Really?” Bruce walked back to the desk and put his hands on the mahogany wood. “The heir to my family’s wealth and estate is trying to kill himself. That’s kind of my business.” Dick just stared at him, refusing to give anything away with his bright blue eyes. Bruce sighed and dropped his head. “Eat. You must be freezing.”
“I’m not hungry.” Dick said, pushing the bowl away. Bruce knew his look told Dick that the man was full of shit.
“Fine. I’ll eat it.” Bruce shrugged, pulling the bowl closer to him. A small whimper, so small that Bruce seriously thought he was hearing things, emerged from Dick’s throat. Dick glowered at Bruce, silently daring him to do it. Both of them knew Bruce would never eat Dick’s food. “Actually, I’m not that hungry. I’ll just take it back to Alfred and tell him you didn’t want his soup.” If anything would get Dick to speak, bringing up Alfred would. The young man worshipped the ground Alfred walked on.
“No!” Dick was still shivering. Bruce let Dick take the bowl back and watched him start eating again. He turned around and grabbed the soft, downy blanket from the large bed. Bruce felt Dick’s eyes on him as he walked back to the desk and wrapped the blanket around Dick’s shoulders. “I’m not cold.”
“Bullshit.” Bruce said. “Now keep eating.” Bruce kept an eye on Dick, ensuring the man ate the full bowl of soup before letting himself relax. The color had finally returned to Dick’s lips and fingers and his shivering had died down to mere tremors.
“Did you mean it?” Dick’s voice was quiet over the rim of the mug of hot chocolate.
“Mean what?” Bruce asked, deciding he was tired of standing.
“You broke up with Susanna?” Dick asked. Bruce chuckled and sat down.
“Yeah. That’s why I was a little later than normal.” He said. “Why do you care?” Dick shrugged, focusing on his mug.
“You seemed to like her.” He muttered.
“When and where and was I drunk?” Bruce laughed.
“A couple days ago. At work. I don’t think so.” Dick shrugged.
“I must have been.” Bruce said. “Because she was bat-shit insane.”
“Well, she was crazy about you.” Dick smirked. Bruce rolled his eyes at the terrible joke.
“Dick, what happened today? Why did you leave early? And why did you lock yourself in your room in a futile attempt to kill yourself via freezing to death?” Bruce asked, deciding subtlety would get him nowhere in the conversation. Dick sighed, draining his mug of hot chocolate. Bruce waited for the man to speak, patiently. He was good at patience. Well, with everyone except Dick. For some reason the man knew exactly what buttons to press to piss him off. Bruce almost thought he would get no answer and was about to speak up again when Dick sighed. Bruce shut his mouth and waited. Dick looked around the room, avoiding meeting Bruce’s eyes. Dick seemed to be trying to find words. Or trying to find some excuse.
“I didn’t feel well. I saw the person I care about with someone else and I couldn’t stand it. And I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” Dick added, finally meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I just didn’t feel good and didn’t want to feel better by being warm and comfortable.”
“Good, because if you became suicidal, I’d tie you to your bed until you snapped out of it.” Bruce said, seriously.
“I’ve never been suicidal, Bruce.” Dick rolled his eyes. “Why would I start now?”
“It’s painful to see someone you care about with someone else.” Bruce shrugged. “That can change people.”
“Not me.” Dick said, his stubbornness coming out in full force.
“Apparently, not.” Bruce rolled his eyes. “Is she happy?”
“Is who happy?” Dick blinked.
“The woman you care about. Is she happy with the other guy?”
“She was happy. He just broke up with her, though.” Dick admitted, his ears turning bright red. Bruce swore he was missing something. Dick still seemed sad and he shouldn’t feel sad if the woman he cared about was single.
“Wait. You care about him.” Bruce was a quick problem-solver.
“What?” Dick’s blush filled out his cheeks.
“You care about the man, not the woman.” Bruce shrugged. “Well, good luck with him. You’re young and charming, so I’m sure he’ll fall for you easily enough.”
“He won’t.” Dick sounded miserable.
“He will.” Bruce could tell he was missing some other piece of key information. Dick knew he was charismatic and used that to his full advantage. Something Bruce didn’t know was keeping Dick and his man apart.
“No.” Dick stood up, clutching his blanket to himself. “He won’t.”
“Why not?” Bruce stood up, knowing that Dick would want him to leave soon.
“He doesn’t see me like that.” Dick shrugged, walking quickly towards his wardrobe. Bruce knew instantly that Dick was hiding his pain. Dick hated crying just as much as Bruce did and crying in front of other people was worse than dealing with the Joker’s insane antics.
“How do you know?” Bruce asked. Dick froze.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know what he thinks?”
“Because I know him.” Dick shrugged, still presenting his back to Bruce. “He’s not gay, for one thing. For another, he treats me like a son.” Bruce’s mind filtered through the men at Wayne Enterprises, immediately eliminating the ones who never spoke to Dick and the ones who were taken. The list was pretty large. He started eliminating the men who treated Dick like he was a god and the men who treated him as equals. That narrowed the list significantly.
“Look, being angry and upset about this isn’t going to help.” Bruce said. “I’m sure with some prodding, he’ll come around.”
“I’ve been prodding for a while now.” Dick sighed. “He’s not changing.”
“Maybe he doesn’t see.” Bruce had no earthly idea who Dick was talking about. “He’s probably just blind to your advances.”
“Blind as a bat.” Dick chuckled. And suddenly, Bruce knew. Dick didn’t notice.
“I’m not so sure.” Bruce knew. He never thought he had been treating Dick like a son, but it didn’t matter. The young man had fallen in love with Bruce and Bruce was so happy he didn’t know what to do.
“I doubt it.” Dick sighed, sitting on his bed. He glanced at Bruce and jumped, startled by how close the man had gotten to him. “What?”
“I think he knows.” Bruce said, sitting down. Dick flushed heavily and tried to brush it off.
“Nah. I haven’t been very obvious.” Dick shrugged. “It’s whatever.”
“Dick.” Bruce almost didn’t recognize his voice from how husky it had gotten. The younger man shivered and looked at him, his blue eyes simultaneously frightened and thrilled. Bruce was determined to make the fear go away. “He knows.”
“I…” Dick struggled to come up with words, but he was failing miserably. Bruce placed on hand on a stubble-roughened cheek and kissed the younger man. Instantly, Bruce regretted it and pulled away.
“I’m so sorry, Dick.” Bruce was bright red. Dick blinked his eyes open, his gaze startled and content with no trace of the fear. Dick grabbed Bruce’s face and tugged him back into a kiss. Bruce felt a grumbled purr emerge from Dick’s throat and it activated something primal and needy in him. Bruce growled back and pushed Dick back onto the bed, trapping the young man beneath him.
“Don’t apologize for giving me what I want.” Dick growled in Bruce’s ear just before biting down on the soft skin just behind the appendage. Bruce felt a low rumble emerge from his chest and he attacked Dick’s throat. Dick’s fingers were still cold as they tugged on the buttons of Bruce’s shirt. Bruce nipped at Dick’s throat, pulling an undignified noise from Dick’s throat. Bruce grinned against his skin and slid his hands underneath the wife-beater, touching the still-chilled skin.
“You’re still cold.” Bruce breathed, looking into those darkening blue eyes.
“Then warm me up.” Dick replied, kissing Bruce’s jaw. Bruce felt a growl emerge in his throat and tugged the wife-beater off, moving his nipping teeth and sucking lips down Dick’s chest. Bruce listened to the noises Dick was making and explored all the reactions Dick had. Dick’s hands gripped Bruce’s shirt and tugged Bruce up into a bruising kiss.
“A little impatient, are we?” Bruce chuckled, breathlessly.
“You have too many clothes on.” Dick growled, finally sliding the shirt from Bruce’s shoulders and glowering at the undershirt. Bruce laughed and tugged the t-shirt off. Dick purred happily, his fingers touching everywhere and his fingernails adding the tiniest bit of pain to Bruce’s pleasure. Bruce yanked the gym shorts from Dick’s hips, not caring where it landed.
“You’re so gorgeous.” Bruce breathed, looking at the flushed skin and the purpling bruises all along Dick’s skin.
“Whatever.” Dick worked on Bruce’s belt and, the instant the fly was down, slid his hand into the pants to grip Bruce’s erection. Bruce’s breath hitched and he gave Dick a Look. Dick stored the image of the Look as one of pure lust and arousal and animalistic need. He swore to himself that he’d get the Look as often as possible. Bruce kicked off his pants and slid his underwear down his thighs. Dick licked his lips at the sight of Bruce’s erection.
“Like what you see?” Bruce teased, sliding Dick’s underwear down.
“Yes.” Dick hissed, abruptly sucking in air as Bruce’s tongue traced circles along his hip. Bruce grinned to himself and pressed a kiss to Dick’s erection. The older man watched the younger man shudder and slid back up the bed.
“Want something?” He asked. Dick nodded, biting down on his swollen lip. Bruce stroked Dick’s erection roughly.
“Bruce!” Dick gasped, arching his back. Bruce nipped at Dick’s jaw, tightening his grip on Dick’s erection. A loud whine emerged from Dick’s throat as Bruce’s spare hand slid down Dick’s side and slipped between his legs.
“Relax.” Bruce husked in Dick’s ear as his fingers probed Dick’s hole. Bruce got one finger inside and stroked Dick’s erection harder. Dick’s head flew back and his even fingernails dug into Bruce’s biceps. Bruce knew Dick kept lube in his bedside table, mostly because Dick was similar to Bruce in many ways, so he rolled off Dick to snag the necessary lube. Dick whined.
“Come back.” He breathed. Bruce snatched a condom along with the lube and rejoined his lover.
“Back.” He grinned, coating his fingers with the lube. His hands returned to Dick’s erection and ass, pulling a moan from the younger man’s throat.
“Hurry.” Dick didn’t beg, Bruce knew that, and yet it sounded very similar to begging. Bruce slipped a second finger inside Dick, scissoring gently. Dick’s legs shook violently and his teeth found Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce stroked Dick harder and faster, distracting the younger man from the third intrusion. Bruce could barely keep himself under control. He longed to just take the man hard and fast. Dick bit down on Bruce’s neck and his previously idle fingers found Bruce’s erection. Bruce slammed his fingers into Dick with the sudden friction from Dick’s hand. A surprised gasp was torn from Dick and Bruce’s control nearly snapped.
“Bruce!” Dick whined as Bruce pulled his hands from Dick’s body to tear open the foil packet. Bruce barely got the condom on because his hands were shaking so badly. He quickly lubed himself up and pressed against Dick’s hole. Dick’s fingernails found Bruce’s biceps again and bit into Bruce’s skin as Bruce slid slowly into Dick.
“Goddammit, Bruce!” Dick growled. “I’m not going to break!” Dick’s legs wrapped around Bruce’s hips and tugged the older man deeper. Bruce moaned and shoved himself in all the way to the hilt.
“Better?” He growled, chest heaving. Dick couldn’t reply; he was making too many noises. Bruce grabbed Dick’s hips and froze, desperately hanging onto his control. Slowly, he pulled out and slid back in. Again and again, Bruce slowly thrust into his lover. An unhappy whine emerged from Dick’s throat and Bruce sped his hips slightly.
“I swear, if you don’t fucking fuck me –” Dick swore.
“Fucking fuck?” Bruce quirked one eyebrow up, grinning at his lover.
“Yes.” Dick moaned as Bruce’s hips snapped forward.
“Want something?” Bruce teased. Dick tugged Bruce down and nipped the patch of skin just under his chin. Bruce felt his hips snap unconsciously and Dick whined. Bruce felt his control slip from his grasp.
“Please!” Dick looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, a wanton, begging noise emerging from his throat. It activated something deep and primal within Bruce that made him forget about teasing the younger man. Dick screamed as Bruce’s hips slammed forward harder and faster than he had ever imagined in his fantasies. Bruce’s lips found Dick’s, somehow, muffling the cries from the younger man’s lips as they slammed together in a dizzying, ancient rhythm. It didn’t take particularly long for either of them to reach completion.
“Fuck.” Bruce breathed, trying to calm his heart rate and breathing before he collapsed on top of Dick. Sex took his energy far faster than any fight he was in. Dick chuckled breathlessly.
“Yup.” He groaned softly as Bruce got off him, stumbling across the room to dispose of the soiled condom. He grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned Dick’s release from his body before dropping some tissues on Dick’s chest so he could clean himself. Bruce flopped down on the bed next to Dick and waited for the younger man to clean himself off before pulling him to his chest.
“Please don’t try to kill yourself again.” Bruce sighed as Dick settled against him.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” Dick huffed.
“Don’t believe you.” Bruce yawned.
“Bruce…” Dick’s voice was quiet.
“Later, Dick.”
“But…”
“Later. Can’t you just bask?” Bruce opened his eyes to see a petulant look on Dick’s face and cracked a grin. “We’ll figure things out later. I promise.”
“Deal.”

Randomness I found on my zip drive that I didn’t realize I hadn’t finished yet. So, I finished it! Yay!
If you enjoyed it, please let me know!
Thanks, my lovelies!
~LP
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