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Birds and Bees	By : defying3reason Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Thirteen
"Lian, they're porting us up to the Watchtower in five minutes. Will you just put on a damn dress and be done with it?"
"I've got my dress on Daddy, it's my stupid hair!" Lian tossed her hairbrush onto the bathroom counter and tugged at her bangs.
"Well you need to be ready to go in less than five minutes. I told you about this last night."
"And I've been trying to get my stupid bangs to behave all morning!" Lian shrieked. "Daddy, I am trying."
Roy leaned against the bathroom doorway, a scowl on his face. "How did I raise such a girl?" He was dressed and ready to go, and had been for the better part of two hours. If this was how much she fussed just as a wedding guest he shuddered to think of how long the prep would be next spring when she was part of the bridal party for Kid Flash and Ravager's wedding.
"Do we have to port up in five minutes?"
"Four minutes now, and yes. Like I told you last night, they've staggered teleportations for all the guests automatically. There is no wiggle room." Roy impatiently watched as she continued to fuss and tweak at her hair. "Will you just throw the brush in your purse and get downstairs? The Watchtower has bathrooms. You can finish up while we're in space."
"Fine!" Lian scooped a bunch of grooming supplies into her bag and trudged down to the living room.
Cassie had come up with the idea of having the wedding on the Watchtower. It was the most secure location anyone could think of, was large enough for all the guests who'd want to attend, and, most importantly, anyone who chose to could attend without a mask.
Lian was wearing a purple dress (tightly fitted but with a long skirt and a respectful bustline-a compromise between father and daughter) with impressive gold heels and complementary jewelry. Roy opted for formal civilian attire as well, though he was tempted to use the prosthetic arm Cyborg had made for him. Ultimately he decided against it and pinned up the sleeve to his dress shirt like always; when he went somewhere as Roy Harper he usually tried to leave Red Arrow's robotic arm behind.
Plus he knew Lian didn't like it, and he didn't want either of them thinking about anything surrounding how he'd lost the arm when they were supposed to be celebrating a marriage.
Lian was checking her makeup in a pocket mirror when they were ported up, right on schedule. She jumped a little and gazed around at their new surroundings.
Roy snorted. "Well they tried."
Donna had attempted to decorate for the event, and she had tried really, really hard, but making the Watchtower look like anything but a superhero base was an impossible task. The floral arrangements Dinah had made for them and the streamers Donna had tacked up just looked odd.
"Lian-Lian-Lian! Comeoverherewithme!" Irey West stopped moving long enough for Roy to register that she was wearing a sparkly red dress instead of her Impulse costume, and then she'd grabbed Lian's arm and they were both gone.
Shaking his head, he started walking after them.
Chairs for the guests were set up in an enormous auditorium style gathering area, with a narrow strip of carpeting splitting them into two sides and leading up to a small platform surrounded by flowers. It was as warm and beautiful as possible given the cold, metallic surfaces of the Watchtower.
Roy spotted Lian sitting with the Wests, no longer fussing over her own hair but now attempting to groom Irey's mess of orange ringlets into some semblance of order. Jai, who had his mother's sleek black hair, was watching in amusement. Roy went to sit with them, glad for the excuse to avoid the knot of Bats on the other side. He'd only gotten a quick look at them out of the corner of his eye, but he thought the group looked a little smaller than usual (though somehow just as scowl-y).
"Hey Dad, do you know why Damian didn't come?" Lian asked.
Roy shrugged. "Must have volunteered to stay behind and watch over Gotham."
"Something like that."
Roy and Lian turned, registering some surprise at hearing such a bitter sounding comment from Bart Allen. The guy was sitting in the row in front of them, slouched over in his seat and looking uncharacteristically upset about something. Roy figured he'd have been annoyingly chipper about two of his best friends getting married.
"Everything okay Bart?" Lian asked.
"Oh yeah, friggin' super."
Irey filled them in with a quick whisper. "He's mad that he couldn't bring his plus one. Cassie finally said she could come, but Rose didn't want to after 'all the drama it created'. I guess they just plain didn't invite Damian, and Bart thinks it's like the same thing."
"Oh," Lian whispered back. "Well I guess I didn't need to spend three hours this morning trying to look fabulous then."
"Excuse me?" Roy snapped.
"Hey Irey, let's talk about anything else. You got to see Cassie's dress already, right? Isn't it pretty?"
The girls started critiquing outfits from there (with Jai actually sneaking in a fair few comments, though his were biting and sarcastic as opposed to his sister's enthusiastic appreciation). Roy risked a glance back towards the Bat-family, and spotted Bruce looking surly in his costume sitting next to Tim's plus one, a pretty looking black girl Roy had never spoken to, but had heard good things about. Tim was standing in the aisle chatting with them, decked out in his best man suit and waiting for things to get started. The little Tamaranian kid finished off their cluster, wide eyed and nervous looking in some kind of futuristic looking jumpsuit.
Dick wasn't with them. Roy frowned, but then figured that though tact wasn't always a strong suit for Dick, Dick was better at it than he was, and he certainly wouldn't start anything uncomfortable at a wedding. This was Conner and Cassie's day and their drama had no business making a cameo.
Then Dick plopped down in the chair next to him, looking suave and sexy in a designer suit and wearing a seldom used cologne that Dick knew for a fact Roy loved.
Prick.
"Hi Uncle Dick," Lian said sweetly, sporting a huge smile.
"Hey Li," Dick answered. "Irey, Jai. You guys look nice. New dresses and whatnot?"
"Yep. You look nice too Uncle Dick," Lian said pointedly, shooting a look at her father. "Doesn't he Daddy? Very handsome."
Roy was seized with an irrational urge to ground Lian for the next decade or so. "Sure."
"You're not looking so bad yourself Roy. Looks like you even shaved and everything. Going all out, huh?"
Roy turned towards Dick, gave him a sarcastic little smile, and then sat stiffly facing front, now looking about as cheerful as Kid Flash. He'd forgotten how much he hated weddings.
"I think it's going to start soon. Uncle Dick, are you sitting with us or Batman?" Lian asked.
"I'd better head back over to my clique, actually. I was just coming by to say hi, see if anyone had gotten friendlier...guess not. See you guys later."
As soon as Dick was gone Lian elbowed Roy in the ribs. He wouldn't have hesitated to elbow her right back, but she was sitting on the wrong side for it. The music started up before he could settle on some way to express his annoyance with his daughter. They watched as various members of the wedding party frantically rushed into place, and then the ceremony started.
Ollie slid into a seat beside Roy as the "ringbearer" (Krypto in a special collar and cape that Mrs. Kent had sewn for the occasion) and "flowergirl" (Streaky in a similar get up) started towards the altar. "You're late," Roy murmured.
"Had to port back home and grab Mia's medication. She forgot it," Ollie whispered back. "Poor kid's having a tough time with this shindig. Doesn't think one of these is in the cards for her. She looks great though."
Roy nodded. The bridesmaids and groomsmen had just started up the aisle. Cassie had selected really flattering dresses for her bridal party; they were a light gold hue, with red sashes and blue floral accessories to represent the Amazonian and Kryptonian family colors. Mia was walking down the aisle with Bart, who looked more like his cheerful self now that the ceremony had actually started.
Donna walked past them with Superman, looking so unearthly gorgeous that Roy was hard pressed to remember he didn't want to rekindle anything with her either, especially when she threw him a particularly warm smile. He didn't recognize the last bridesmaid and groomsman, but had heard that they were civilian friends of Conner's and Cassie's, some kids named Simon and Cissie.
Once the bridesmaids and groomsman joined the groom, Best Man (Tim), and Maid of Honor (Kara) at the altar, the music changed key and everyone turned in their seats to watch Cassie step onto the aisle. She looked absolutely radiant; it was very easy to believe she was part-divine.
Some of that radiance seemed to be rubbing off on her mother, who was walking her down the aisle in the absence of an appropriate father figure. The two women looked so happy…Roy idly wondered if he'd be giving his own little girl away like that one day, or if she'd remain single like him (he scowled at the possibility of leading her down the aisle to Damian).
Diana officiated a short, sweet little ceremony, and then the chairs were cleared away, replaced by tables and a dance floor, and Roy and Ollie staked out a spot in the corner. Roy was immediately put in charge of Lian's purse and shoes (which were apparently far too uncomfortable to actually wear, making him wonder why he'd had to throw down almost a hundred bucks on the damn things).
Connor Hawke came over and joined them, but mostly the awkward little table was given a berth of space. Ollie sighed longingly, eyes glued to where Dinah was walking around the room, still fussing with flowers and centerpieces.
"I'm gonna go get a drink. It's open bar, right?"
Roy rolled his eyes, sure that if it was, Conner and Cassie would be regretting that choice. Connor frowned. "Don't overdo it Dad."
"I'll be fine. You guys want anything?"
They shook their heads, and Ollie took off. When he returned, he not only had his beer but was also clutching a bag of clothes. "Mia," he said by way of explanation, dropping it next to Lian's purse.
Roy scanned the dance floor and located the second Speedy, who was now wearing a less formal dress and dancing with Simon. "Good for her." They comfortably people-watched for awhile, Ollie occasionally looking at Dinah in open longing while Roy tried not to do the same with Dick or Donna.
Then, after a few more drinks, Ollie asked something neither of his companions wanted to hear. "So boys, how long until I have to shell out for one of these things?"
Connor shot a fear filled look Roy's way. "Not it."
"Hey, you're the biological child. You are so it," Roy returned.
"Well son?" Ollie asked.
Connor chewed his lip, then suddenly got to his feet. "I, uh, I haven't said hi to Tim yet." And with that he was gone.
Ollie chuckled under his breath. "Don't worry Roy, you're off the hook. Just giving my boy a little hell. If I don't light a fire under his keister he'll never work up the courage to ask out his girl. Damn kid's too shy."
"Connor has a girl?" Roy asked, startled. He was starting to think his sort-of-brother was asexual.
"He's got one in mind, anyway," Ollie said. "Pretty little thing. She works at the organic grocery store in town and teaches drop-in meditation classes at the community center once a week. Connor's been running down to the store for me every time I hint at needing something, and pretending to be a novice meditator. It's sad, really…but who am I to judge? I'd just talk to the girl for him, but Hal said that would be…what word did he use? Ah, mortifying. That was the one."
"Hal's right Ollie. Besides, you make a terrible wingman."
"Uh huh. You know Roy, you're not exactly getting any younger yourself. You sure you don't want to trick some nice girl into becoming Lian's new stepmom before it's too late?"
Roy scowled. He turned away from Ollie, and his gaze happened to fall on where Lian was stationed at the buffet table, animatedly chatting with Dick. "I don't think it's a stepmother she's after."
Ollie followed Roy's gaze. "There are states that accommodate that now. Not saying I'd be thrilled to be in-laws with the Bat-family, but if Bruce paid for the wedding…"
"Oh what do you care? You're rich again. Besides, I can't see Bruce being willing to celebrate if Dick and I got hitched."
Ollie shrugged. "Maybe he would have minded a few years ago, but at this point the guy just wants to see his kids happy. That's all any of us wants." When Roy continued to look skeptical, Ollie motioned to where Superman and Lois were standing, talking with Ms. Sandsmark and Mrs. Kent, all of whom looked euphoric. "Take a look over at Clark. Guy's got a perfect marriage, and now his cloned kid is settling down with his own dream girl. That's what we all really want for you guys."
"Yeah, well you can fix your own shattered romantic life before you butt into mine," Roy grumbled.
Ollie rubbed his ring finger absently, a look of loss on his face that made Roy instantly regret his cheap shot.
"Believe me kid, I'd like to. Just don't make my mistake, okay? I heard about your fight with Nightwing-"
"Yeah, you and everyone else who wears a cape. I don't wanna talk about it."
"Fine, I'll shut up."
Roy somehow doubted that, but he wasn't going to leave his ex-guardian alone when the guy was feeling lonely at a wedding with an open bar. It wouldn't be fair to the other guests, for starters. He hung around for an hour or so, feeling awkward and out of place, but knowing that his daughter, at least, was having a good time.
Lian danced with both of the West twins, someone from the Marvel family, that Tamaranian kid Bruce had just adopted, Connor, Jaime, and that second Aqualad that Roy had never gotten to know, but irrationally disliked for not being Garth (he still missed Gillhead). It was nice seeing Lian look so happy.
"Least the princess is having fun," Ollie mumbled, picking up on Roy's thoughts. "She's really something, huh? Smiling like that with everything you two've gone through. Makes you think."
"Mm," Roy mumbled, thoughts distant. "She's brave as hell. Nothing seems to get under her skin. Wish I had some of that."
"You do," Ollie said with a smile. "You're made of the exact same stuff Roy. The difference is just good parenting."
He'd never seen this side of Ollie before. "Are you being a sentimental drunk? What are you drinking?"
"Just beer. And I'm not drunk." Well that was a lie. "It's just the truth. You're a good dad Harper, and Lian's the proof. Wish I coulda done the same for you."
"Don't worry about it. I forgave you for all that a long time ago. Besides, I was a pain in the ass."
"You were a kid," Ollie said, waving a hand dismissively. "A pain in the ass maybe, but a kid all the same. You needed a parent, and I wanted to be your buddy instead."
Roy winced, and tried like hell to think of a way to diffuse the situation. "You're a good grandpa though."
Ollie grinned at that. "I do like being a grandpa. You gotta make me some more grandbabies Roy. You or Connor. Where is he anyway?"
"It's totally Connor's turn." In more ways than one. Roy found his "little brother", steered him towards the inebriated emerald archer, and then asked Lian if she was ready to go yet.
Lian looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, and he knew he was in trouble. "But Daddy, you've just been sitting at a table with Grandpa Ollie all party while he's getting more and more obnoxious. You should try to have some fun too before we go."
"I'm fine."
"But you haven't even danced with anyone yet. I'm sure Uncle Dick, or Auntie Donna-"
"You know what, dancing with a stump isn't as much fun as you'd think," Roy snapped, and regretted it even more than the barb he'd thrown at Ollie when he saw the hurt look in his daughter's eyes. "I'm sorry Li. I'm not having a good time, and I really need to leave. If you wanna stay, that's fine. I'll see if Wally minds if you head back with his family instead, but I gotta get out of here before I turn into more of an asshole."
"It's okay Daddy. I shouldn't be bugging you anyway. Let me go get my purse and say goodbye to Grandpa. I'll meet you at the teleporters."
"Lian, if you wanna-"
"Nope. I think we should go home and marathon DVDs until you feel better." It was a favored bonding activity for the father and daughter, dating back to Lian's toddler days. Every now and then Roy would leave his comms and signal devices in a drawer in the kitchen, unplug the phone, and they'd make a fort in his bedroom and watch Disney and Don Bluth movies until Lian fell asleep.
Roy smiled. "Sounds like a plan."
He went over to stand in line at the teleporters (quite a few of the other guests had also had enough, it seemed, but they all stepped aside and let Batman cut to the front of the line when he stalked over). Lian joined him shortly thereafter, wincing as she walked up in her ridiculous golden heels.
"Hey Daddy, look." She elbowed Roy in the ribs, and he turned to look where she was motioning. They watched the end of the hall, where Ollie and Dinah were chatting. Lian reached over and squeezed Roy's hand, and he looked on in some excitement.
They visibly deflated when Dinah threw her drink in Ollie's face and stalked off.
"Oh well," Roy said with a sigh.
"She's probably happier with Oracle anyway," Lian said thoughtfully. "And that makes less competition over Uncle Dick for you."
"Dinah's not really dating Barbara Gordon Li, that's just a rumor."
"That's certainly what Oracle wants everyone to think," Lian returned, and Roy frowned at the valid point.

The Harpers decided to forgo the use of a bed-fort this time, but they did end up watching quite a lot of animated movies all in a row, splitting a sizable pizza between them. Lian went to bed sometime around midnight, happy and content, and Roy was feeling pretty decent by that point too.
Despite some dark patches, he really was lucky to have the life he did. When Ollie wasn't being an asshole, he was an amazing friend, Connor was practically a saint, Dinah too, and he had a fresh start with a beautiful, smart, funny little daughter that he'd never deserved. Really, in the face of all that, who cared if he'd never managed to make a romantic relationship work? He'd been blessed with a family instead, and he was going to enjoy them.
He went to bed in a state of gratitude and contentment, and that's possibly why the dream he had hit him so hard. It was a vivid one. One minute he was walking home from the grocery store (still with two arms), planning out a meal for him and Lian in his head and hoping he'd have time to help her with her homework before going on a patrol with Ollie (just for old time's sake), then suddenly everything got blurry.
Prometheus stood in his path, appearing without warning and making Roy feel uttery helpless as his arm withered into the familiar, disgusting little stump. Their neighborhood disappeared, and he was in the morgue again. Lian's cold, lifeless body was spread out on the table, exactly as he remembered seeing it.
"No. No, she's back and she's-she's going to be a teenager. She's going to grow up this time." His voice echoed in the cavernous room, weak and easily lost.
"What, you thought that was real?" Dick whispered in his ear. He stepped out from behind Roy, out of nowhere. There was a wedding band on his finger, but not on Roy's. Dick held up his hand and the little band of gold sparkled in the light. He shrugged. "I got tired of waiting for you to man up and get over all this." He waved to indicate the morgue. "Like you ever did anything to deserve a miracle. If you were any kind of hero you would have saved her, and I wouldn't have had to watch you fall apart."
"Shut up. This isn't real. She's back, I know she's back."
Lian sat up on the table, six years old and half-rotted. "I wouldn't have had to come back if you'd saved me Daddy. I cried for you you know. My eyes were open when they found me. It's because I was looking for you."
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Roy woke up in an absolute panic. He tangled the bedding around himself and half-fell out of bed, such was his haste to get up and get down the hall to his daughter's room.
Seeing her again, lifeless and limp on that unyielding metal table with the damn toe tag wasn't exactly a new experience. He'd had those dreams a lot in the last seven years (he knew it was a dream, but it was too real; it was real, as he'd been there before). It didn't make them any easier when they came, and he couldn't shake the images from his mind.
Sometimes when the dreams came they were so perfectly lifelike that for panicked moments after waking he convinced himself that the past few months with Lian were the real dream, and that he'd awake to find that she'd really remained dead the whole time.
Roy poked his head into her room, afraid to look inside, almost sure he was going to find storage, or the princess canopy bed she'd had when she was six, smashed in from when their old house had been destroyed. When he saw Lian safely tucked into the twin bed Ollie had bought her after her resurrection he closed the door and forced himself to walk back to his room, but the painful knot in his stomach wouldn't leave, and his breathing was still shallow.
He paced around his room for a few minutes, and when he noticed that his face was wet with tears and not just sweat, Roy realized he needed to talk to someone. His first instinct was to call Donna, but he couldn't bring himself to show that much vulnerability to that particular ex.
He intended to call Dinah, but somehow he found himself on the phone with Dick instead.
It was almost five in the morning, but Dick didn't even sound groggy when he answered. There was a chance that as a Bat Dick was just getting in, but five was pushing it even for them. "Roy? Is everything alright?"
Roy tried to speak, but when he got something out it was just incomprehensible sobbing.
"What's wrong? Roy, calm down." It took Dick's damn leader voice (something Roy hadn't heard since the freaking Outsiders) for him to get control of himself.
"S-sorry…this is gonna sound pathetic, but I had a…I had a really bad dream."
"I kinda got that. Some of what you just said was almost words. Lian?" Dick asked, voice gentle for the last bit.
"Yeah," Roy whispered. He could feel his hand shaking around the phone.
"I'm on my way. And don't you dare apologize when I get there."
"O-okay."

Dick still had a key for Roy's new place even though they hadn't really spoken since their fight. He let himself in and navigated the unfamiliar house with relative ease. Roy tended to set things up almost exactly the same everyplace he lived, so the task wasn't as difficult as it might have been.
First he went to the kitchen, put some water on the stove, and set a couple of mugs on the table. Then he went upstairs and walked down the hall to Lian's bedroom door. Roy was sitting in front of it clutching his metal arm to his chest, his bow sitting next to him and his JL comm on his lap. He was trembling with suppressed sobs and still crying.
It must have been one hell of a night terror. Though Dick had seen the man distressed many times over the years, he'd rarely seen him break down to this level.
Dick coaxed the weapons away from Roy, slipped an arm around his back, and gently steered him towards the kitchen. It took some effort, but he got him there without waking Lian. He got Roy to sit down by his mug and then poured them both some tea. Dick sat down next to Roy at the table and squeezed his knee while Roy took a sip from his mug with a shaky hand.
"Are you going to be okay?" Dick asked.
Roy set the mug on the table and hid his face in his hand, shoulders shaking. Dick rubbed his knee reassuringly and after a moment he straightened up. "S-she doesn't know…she doesn't know I freak out like this. Dick, I never stopped having dreams about her…and they're so real. All this, this doesn't feel real sometimes. Her being back…I won't survive if I lose her again."
"Hey, don't talk like that."
"It's true. And it could happen again any damn time. That's what makes the dreams so real."
"Roy, that is no way to go through life. I've been through grief before. It's possible to keep going, you just can't let it destroy you."
Roy turned to face Dick and there was something in his eyes that shut him right up. It wasn't anything angry, just a deep, deep sorrow that Dick realized he knew very little of. "I'm an orphan too Dick. And I know you thought you lost Bruce, but Ollie actually died and stayed that way for years. But I'm telling you right now, losing your only child is different. I've never been more terrified of anything in my entire life."
Dick had nothing to say to that. He sat with Roy, hoping his company was enough, and when they finished drinking the tea Dick cleaned up the cups and hovered by the sink uncertainly.

"Do you want me to stay?" Dick asked gently.
Roy knew it was a bad idea. The last thing he wanted (well...he wanted it, but the last thing he needed) was to start a relationship with Dick again. It wasn't fair to lead him on, which was why he'd been avoiding the guy so much...at least until he'd needed someone in the middle of the night and he'd unthinkingly called the person he most wanted to see when his rational worries were overpowered by raw need.
He was upset and he wanted to cuddle with his ex. Roy reluctantly nodded, then dropped his gaze, wishing he weren't so weak, wishing that for just this once he could make a resolution and follow through with it.
Dick walked up to him and touched Roy's shoulder, gently massaging with his fingertips and sending a silent message: just shut up and take the judgment-free comfort. Well, it was what Roy had called him for.
They went upstairs together. Roy crawled back into bed facing the wall. He knew that there was nothing wrong with freaking out from such a vivid night terror, especially considering it was based on something that had happened, something that had all but destroyed his life. However, crying to Dick still felt like an affront to his masculinity and he was having a hard time dealing with it.
Dick kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of some of his clothes.
"If you need to borrow anything-"
"I'm good." Dick got into bed beside him and wrapped his arms around Roy. Roy finally took a steady breath, and closed his eyes without seeing his little girl dead. He could feel Dick's exhalations on the back of his neck; there was a soothing rhthym there. He fell into a restful sleep in almost no time.

When Roy woke again it was gradually, with a hazy fog over his thoughts. His body was much more awake than his mind, and responding to the muscular form draped over his back. Dick was in a similar state, if the erection jabbing him was any indication, and it seemed like a good idea to grind back against him, slowly rubbing against Dick's cock.
"Tease," Dick whispered, breath warm against his ear.
"I never tease," Roy answered, voice hoarse from sleep.
One of Dick's arms had been trailing across his ribs, fingers dancing lower, but he stopped at Roy's abs. "Roy...I thought you didn't want this from me anymore."
That woke him up.
Right...this wasn't like any of the myriad other times he'd woken in bed with Dick, when messing around had just been messing around. Dick wanted a relationship this time, not a hook-up, and Roy wasn't on the same page with him. He was being a tease.
Roy turned himself around, finally willing to face Dick, and immediately regretted his decision. There were few things in the universe more enticing than a sleep tousled Dick Grayson (the other things all being variations on Dick looking particularly fuckable, such as Dick stepping out of the shower, Dick bent over a desk, or a personal favorite, seventeen year old rebellious Dick hot wiring a batmobile and inviting you on a joyride culminating in car sex). "Sorry...I wasn't thinking," Roy mumbled.
"If you want to, I mean, we know I can handle a friends with benefits arrangement. We've done it before." Dick trailed his bare foot up Roy's calf. Even his god damn toes were flexible and erotic, and Roy had never had a thing for feet.
"We don't actually handle the friends with benefits thing that well though."
"We don't handle not sleeping together that great either," Dick pointed out. "Remember the Outsiders? Even Donna told us to just fuck out our tension. Donna."
Roy smirked, recalling the look on Dick's face when she'd said that. "Grace rubbed off on everyone, huh? Yeah, you've got a point...I've missed the hell out of you."
"Same here," Dick said with a slow smile. He took the admission for permission to lean in closer, and in no time at all Roy was trapped in the embrace of a cuddle-slut acrobat (and to be fair, there are much worse things in life). "So...we've established that we care about each other, that we want each other, and that we've missed each other...what's holding you back?"
"Fear. What else?"
Dick's lips quirked upwards ever so slightly, almost like Damian's version of a smile, only on Dick it meant he was trying not to laugh. "I'm scary?"
"You're hot and nothing else," Roy said, then let out a shaky laugh. He buried his face against Dick's chest and took a steadying breath. "Last time we tried this...I shut down on you. First I was trying as hard as I could, and I...I wasn't there for Li, and then I lost her and I went nuts and by that point you were putting too much into it...we hurt the hell out of each other. It was miserable."
"I know I fucked up," Dick said simply. "It took me awhile to notice, but it was really unfair of me to let you do all the work. I won't do that again, I promise."
"I need to stay focused on her Dick. She's almost thirteen. I started drinking when I was thirteen. I was smoking at fourteen and shooting up by sixteen. I can't, I-she's not going through what I went through. I'm going to be there for her."
"I know," Dick whispered. "I would never want to take your attention away from Lian. But I swear Harper, your heart is big enough for two."
Roy slid up the bed until he was face to face with Dick, their noses almost touching. "This time I'm the one who's going to be a really shitty boyfriend."
"I've got a moody teen on my hands. We can bitch about parenting issues together. And I won't think you're just trying to blow me off when you need to spend time with your daughter." Dick had heard more than enough of Roy's rants over the years about what it was like to date while being a single dad. Some people got really paranoid and jealous about the small child, including one particularly memorable girl who'd thought Roy was making Lian up so he could sleep around on her, this being before they'd even started dating properly (something that had never happened thanks to that).
"I'm not going to be much fun," Roy tried again.
"I don't care. I just want to be with you. You know you feel the same way, so stop worrying so much. If it doesn't work out then we can just break up again. You're pretty good at dumping me at this point, and I always bounce back, don't I?"
And the thing was, he wasn't even bitter when he said it. Roy still felt a bit defensive though. "Wait, wait, wait...I am not always the one who-"
"Yes you are," Dick interrupted. "Every time. I'm not saying I haven't been the cause of the end of our relationship before, but you always verbalize it."
Roy thought back, trying to find just one example to prove him wrong. Of course he couldn't; he was fighting a Bat-recollection. "Damn. Really? Every time?"
"I should thank you for a couple of them," Dick murmured. "I never know when to quit." Dick looked at him with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, all wide and a little vulnerable, and Roy knew he'd lost the fight. Dick wasn't fighting fair, but that was beside the point. They both had hero-wiring, and Roy couldn't resist Dick when he looked the least bit unsure of himself. It always made him want to be there, protecting him, saving the day...
Roy kissed that haunted look right off of Dick's face, and his eyes drifted shut as he once again wound himself around Roy. They hadn't shared a bed since before Lian's resurrection, what with how hectic setting up a new life had been. Roy had missed this so much, and it was clear from the passion Dick exuded that he had too.
"I'm sorry," Roy gasped, arching upwards as Dick's hands worked under his pajama pants. Dick planted a few messy kisses on his throat and collar bone before repurposing one of his hands for yanking off Roy's t-shirt so he could trail the kisses lower.
"Don't, don't do that," Dick said. "I don't care." Roy threaded his fingers through Dick's silky black hair and gasped as Dick kissed and licked a trail down his abs, then diverting to the side to suck on his hipbone. "Just stay with me. Here, now. Don't worry about everything else."
Here and now was a nice big bed, with the faintest rays of dawn creeping in through the window and throwing a warm pink tinged light on Dick's perfectly smooth skin as he moved down Roy's body, taking the bedding and Roy's pajama pants with him and wordlessly promising to do naughty things to him with a very talented mouth. Roy was perfectly content to take Dick's advice and leave the past in the past.
It was times like this though, when he desperately wished he still had two arms and two sets of hands to worship Dick's beautiful body with. Dick wasn't freaked out by the arm stub (a guy had once asked Roy to hold a pillow over it while they fucked, and Roy had gathered up his clothes and left), but it still bothered Roy. Most of the time it didn't get to him anymore, not after this many years, but when he was in bed with someone he cared about he really wished he was whole for them.
"Roy, I am not going to suck your cock unless you get out of your head and focus on me," Dick said, a warning look blazing in his eyes.
Roy propped himself up with his good arm so he could look down at the gorgeous face hovering over his crotch. "I'm here, I promise." He smirked. "I'll be a good boy."
"You'd better." And then Roy was lost in the warm bliss of Dick's mouth. Roy slipped off his good arm and fell flat against the mattress. He hiked up one knee and spread his legs further, giving Dick more room to comfortably work his magic. Dick groaned his appreciation around Roy's cock and obliged by taking it further, sucking it down his throat. Roy moaned loudly, involuntarily snapping his hips in time with Dick's ministrations.
Roy almost hit himself in the face, getting his good arm over his mouth as quickly as possible because he did not want Lian getting up to investigate these noises.
Dick gripped the base of Roy's cock, holding his pointer finger flat against it. The next time his mouth came down as he bobbed his head he coated it in saliva, and swiped his tongue around his finger along with Roy's shaft. His hand disappeared in the next swift movement of his head, and then Roy felt the hand creeping along his lower body.
He came hard when Dick simultaneously sucked him down to the root and penetrated him with the spit-slick finger.
"Fuck..." Roy gaped at the ceiling, gasping as his body came down from its favorite form of stress release. When he was able to look up, it was to see Dick wiping his mouth and licking cum off his fingers. He groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. "You're going to make me wake Lian up."
"Maybe I should gag you."
Roy laughed. "We've played that game before. You're the one who needs the damn gag."
"So you know, you're pretty much the only person who makes me scream." Dick curled up beside Roy and rested his head on his stomach.
"I know."
"How do you know?" Dick asked.
"People talk about us," Roy said with a smirk. "Kind of a lot actually. I think they're jealous."
"Oh yeah. Even the straight Justice Leaguers wish they were banging us."
"Or just watching."
Dick laughed at that, far more loudly than Roy would have liked. He stopped when they heard a creaking sound coming from the next room over. Roy held his breath as Dick watched him with a terrified 'oh fuck' face (Roy was lounging in bed naked and sticky, and Dick was tenting his pants) but there were no further sounds. "Sorry," Dick whispered.
"I probably should gag you," Roy hissed. Dick bit his side, and it was so unexpected that Roy jerked upwards. "Hey, that pinched!" Dick bit him again, harder that time, and then lapped at the stinging skin with his tongue. "You are in some mood. Is this because I haven't gotten you off yet?"
"That is a little rude," Dick answered, then nipped him again. "But nope. As soon as you're hard again I want you to fuck me."
Roy rolled onto his side facing Dick. "It's not going to take that long if you're going to be like that."
"Good."
And then quite suddenly he had an armful of Dick Grayson, grinding his lower body against Roy while he invaded his mouth with his oh-so-clever tongue (and he could taste himself in Dick's mouth), and they just swallowed the noises the other made, so Lian could have no idea what was happening...all she'd need to know was that her father was a very, very happy (and lucky) man.
And that Uncle Dick was going to be over a lot more in the very near future.
Again, Roy threaded his one hand through Dick's thick black hair, holding him as close as possible and completely giving up on the idea that he could live without this man. It was a good thing he was occupied in kissing Dick senseless, otherwise he'd be babbling a sickening amount of mush.
And the best part was, if he did it would be okay.
Dick stripped out of what little clothing he hadn't managed to cast off already, and coaxed Roy back to hardness almost as quickly as he'd done when they were hormonal, sex fiend teenagers (granted they were still sex fiends, but his recovery time wasn't always as good as it had been when he was sixteen). Dick pulled back from the kiss, lightly nibbling Roy's lower lip and driving him crazy with lust. He thrust his hips against Roy, one of his long fingered hands snaking between them and stroking as they thrust against each other. "You're ready...fuck me, nnnh, fuck me Roy," he panted next to Roy's ear, letting out that erotic little whine that always went straight to Roy's cock.
With much effort, Roy removed his arm from the sweaty back it was clamped around and groped (more like flailed) blindly in the direction of his nightstand. He couldn't move much with Dick pressed up against him like that. Dick looked at him in some confusion. "What are you...?"
"Lube. Now, need it now," Roy choked out.
"Skip it, I'm ready."
Roy shoved Dick off of him (difficult task, but Dick didn't see it coming and so was flopped unceremoniously onto the mattress). "You're an idiot," Roy informed him as he successfully located the lube and uncapped it. Dick watched in some fascination as Roy efficiently coated his fingers, almost as quickly as he'd done when he'd still had two hands.
"I never get tired of seeing that."
"And yet you told me to fuck you dry just now. As if that would feel good for either of us."
"Just hurry the fuck up. I, for one, haven't already had a mind blowing orgasm."
"Yeah, well hey. Least it doesn't take long to stretch you."
"You really want to call me a slut now?" Dick asked. He still pushed himself onto his back, raising his legs in the air with his hands grasping the backs of his knees.
"Baby, you're my slut," Roy purred as he crawled over to him. He smacked Dick's raised and presented ass with the flat of his hand, then immediately shoved in two slick fingers. Dick let out that whine again, and flexed around Roy's fingers as he slowly thrust them in and out.
"All yours now," Dick agreed in a tone of voice that achieved the same results as the whine. "I'm stretched, I swear, just fuck me...Roy, come on-"
"Say please."
"Fucking do it now!"
"Close enough." Roy removed his fingers and planted his hand firmly on the mattress next to Dick, angling himself so that he wouldn't lose balance (Dick's flexibility was really handy here). He nudged the tip of his penis up against Dick's ass, and then their eyes met.
Roy had probably had more partners than he would have liked over the years, but never any who looked at him like that when they were doing this. He was so trusting, open...intimate. Fucking Dick was really making love to him, and he couldn't pretend it was otherwise anymore.
Dick slid one of his hands over to Roy's and placed it over Roy's planted fingers. He had a sultry little smile on his face, but there was something sweet about it. Good. He must have felt it too. Either that or Roy really had just turned unforgivably sappy (but it was Dick's fault; he was the only one who brought this shit out of him).
Roy thrust into him with one long stroke, burying himself completely in Dick's deliciously yielding body. Dick's hand involuntarily clenched around his (not to mention the rest of him). Roy allowed himself a moment to bask in the sensation of their joined bodies; the sound of Dick's little pants, the smell of him, the sweat slick legs locking around his back, trying to pull him closer (as if that were possible), and the warm heat of his body around Roy's cock. "Fuck," Roy whispered.
"Yes..." Dick groaned. "Move. Fuck, now, move."
Roy complied, initially with some difficulty given how tightly locked Dick's legs were. "Babe, I need to be able to pull out if I'm going to go back in."
"S-sorry...feels so good-"
"Trust me, if you let me fuck you it will feel better."
"Jack ass."
"You love it."
"God help me, I really do."
And then Roy moved, setting a hard, fast rhythm that allowed no further conversation beyond grunted swears and nonesense endearments. Roy was so lost in the sensation, in the feel of that welcoming body around him, that he didn't notice his hand start to slide on the sheets. He slipped a little, and the change in angle had him hitting Dick's prostate dead on. Dick yanked his hand away from Roy's and bit down on his forearm hard enough to break skin, though he was still a bit louder than Roy would have liked (thank God Lian was a heavy sleeper).
Then Roy lost his balance and fell forward onto Dick, sliding out of him in the process. "Damn!" Roy yelled.
"Here, don't get upset, just move. Here." Dick slid up the bed until he was leaning back against the headboard. Roy followed him and grabbed onto it. Balance greatly improved, he wasted no time at all in resuming their activity. Based on the noises he managed to wrest from his lover he'd found Dick's prostate again.
It didn't take much longer to bring him over the edge, and with Dick clenching around him, babbling incoherently and looking thoroughly debauched Roy wasn't lasting any longer either.
He rested his forehead next to his hand where it was clutching the headboard in a white knuckled grip.
"Roy...can you brood while we cuddle? This isn't exactly the most comfortable position I've ever used."
Roy looked down, and belatedly realized that Dick was bent almost in half at the waist with his knees practically touching his ears. "Sorry." He pulled out and dropped onto the bed on his back. Dick uncurled himself, reached on the ground for an article of discarded clothing, and wiped them down with his underpants.
"You're going to regret that later," Roy said.
"I'll just use yours."
Roy grinned. "I like the idea of you wearing my clothes."
"I know you do. Roy...I don't care that you lost your balance, okay? That was still an amazing fuck."
Roy scowled. "We've talked over a lot of demons. Can we save the 'I feel inferior because I'm maimed and you're a sex god' one for another night?"
Dick sat up on his elbows, a stern look on his face. "We're both sex gods."
"Dick-"
"Shut up. I've been in lust with you since I met you. Love took a bit longer, since you acted like such a jack ass for so long, but I do. I love you. And you're beautiful. This..." Before Roy could flinch away, Dick placed his hand on the stump, feeling it over with his palm flat against it. "This is a sign of what you're willing to sacrifice, the type of danger you've put yourself in to help others. This is the reason I love you so damn much. This is a sign that you share the type of life I do, that you get me."
"I..."
Dick leaned forward and placed a kiss on Roy's stump. Roy chewed his lip, but an embarrassing sob still escaped him. "I love you too."
"I know. Now let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Yeah."

The next room over, Lian was sitting up in bed with her laptop open. She yanked off the earbud headphones she'd put in after a rude wake up call from her father's room, and hesitantly listened. "They stopped. Oh thank you Jesus, they finally stopped."
She tossed her mp3 player aside, then turned back to her chat window.
XxartchikarcherxX: they finally stopped :(
oimpulsive1: really? but its been like 4ever
XxartchikarcherxX: I KNOW! i thought i wanted dad n uncle dick to hook up but i think i regret it already. they're LOUD
oimpulsive1: youre not gunna tell them you heard, right?
XxartchikarcherxX: i see no reason to traumatize them in addition to me
oimpulsive1: yeh i guess thats for the best. well if you need to talk again nexttime let me know, kk?
XxartchikarcherxX: sure thing. thanks again irey
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