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Poison Oak	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“*Yes*,” Tim lets out with a shaky moan against the grass now growing in the greenhouse, where he’s surrounded by his friends, whispering dark and deep in his ears. He can feel them, all of them, always, and he’s never felt better. Tim doesn’t need another human when he has them (and yes, he’s *certain* they know this too, that he would never abandon them).

He’s home where they are, though he’s quite taken by the Robinson Park greenhouse. It’s large, comfortable and beautiful. When he arrived yesterday, he was filled with more voices and these new plants were immediately brought into his circle of companions. There was a caretaker among them too, but Tim learned surprisingly quickly and easily that he has control of pheromones, a helpful tool he promptly used to get the man out of his way. His captive (*slave*, the plants say) is in the back, wishing that he could be with Tim, touch him and…

The teen pounds a fist into the dirt, stroking himself faster, aware of the plants blooming and growing larger, more virulent around him. He sucks on his lower lip and pushes a finger into his tight entrance, searching for his prostate. It only takes a moment and when Tim hit’s the gland, he lets off a content sort of whimper while his back arches. It’s never felt like this before. The prickling of pleasure up his body that puts him on edge, makes him see white behind his eyelids.

Tim thrusts the digit into himself hard, then his hips up into his calloused hand until he’s orgasming and finding a vine in his mouth to muffle his scream. He moans around it as he gives his cock one last stroke, taking all he has until he’s laying out on the thick grass, naked and sated. The teen purrs, petting the flowers around his head with one hand, while the other plays with the semen spattered across his stomach.

“I know,” he says quietly, “I needed that, you’re right.”

He kisses a bloom before looking up into the Gotham daylight and soaking up the rays. A perfectly clear day and plenty of sunlight left to wander the park and see who else he can go find. Maybe a nice tree that’s willing to share its view of the city.

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“Did you find out anything else from that blood sample?” Dick rolls across the mat and punches into the air, striking an imaginary adversary. He’s already sweaty, tired, but he has to keep working. He has to be good enough because he’s all Bruce has now.

“Nothing in the database but there are matches to the chemical compounds we took from Woodrue’s lab.” The older man types quickly, looking over the monitor and making comparisons as he listens closely to his partner.

“So, pretty much,” A kick, high, to his pretend thug’s nose, breaking it, “that bastard pumped my little brother full of all kinds of weird crap!?”

“…In layman’s terms: yes.”

“But Tim’s alive?”

“Not certain. Though the way that flora was at the gravesite...” Bruce makes a thinking sound as he stops and swivels the console chair to look at Dick. “I’ve never seen anything like that. There are no known villains that have chlorokinesis and--”

“Of course, there’s people out there that would be interested in…Robin’s body…if they *knew* his real name.” He finishes with a little pant, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sitting down on the mats. Dick lays on his back after a moment to stare up at the roof of the cave as he thinks. There’s really only one obvious answer, the one they‘ve been dodging in their fear and uncertainty. “Tim *has* to be alive, Bruce. There were scratches in the lid of the coffin. Fingernails.” The acrobat breathes deep and sits up, crossing his legs. “That shit Woodrue put in him…must have messed him up pretty bad. Not just physically or genetically…but probably mentally. I know I wouldn’t do so well if I were tied--”

“*Dick*. Don’t make assumptions.”

“They’re theories, Bruce. Christ. I *want* Tim back!” He runs a hand through his hair, then stands, heading towards the showers and changing area. Dick gives his mentor another look as he strips off his sweats. He can’t discern what Bruce is thinking (then again, who can), but knowing the man so well, he’s expecting the worse. “We should start combing the city, asking around. *Anything* and *everything*.”

He sees the older man raise a brow, but there’s no objection.

“We…we should ask Jason.”

That’s enough to get a rise out of Bruce. He fists his hands against the armrests of the chair and lets out a frustrated grunt. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Bruce--”

“You know he wouldn’t listen. He‘s mentally *ill*.”

He leans back against his locker, hitting the metal with enough force to make it groan under his weight. “He’s leader of the Underground. If anyone is familiar with the goings-on of this damn city, it’s him. You know this just as well as I do.” Bruce has never been very good at admitting these sorts of things (acknowledging Jason’s power and how they “just so happen to” leave him to his work unless he’s ready to do something dire). Red Hood rules Gotham just as much as Batman does, but if the bat isn’t willing to do absolutely anything to find his Robin, then it’s up to Nightwing to step in.

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“What is it, Tommy?”

“I was just looking at your face.”

Jason Todd glances up from the papers in his hand, snorting at the surgeon who’s seated across from his desk. He manages to crack a smile before focusing completely on the redhead with deep blue eyes. The younger man leans back in his chair and crosses his legs over the leather to get comfortable. “Haven’t you admired your work enough?”

“Never. It’s just…,” he stands and walks to Jason’s left side, leaning in closer and making a thinking noise with his studying of the skin.

“You better hope everything‘s fine.”

“Your face is not falling apart at the seams, no. I wouldn’t worry at all about that happening.” Tommy offers a smile as he pats the brunette’s shoulder. “In fact, I think it looks better each day.”

“Probably because my hair’s growing back.”

“Maybe, though I’m sure it’s more than that.” He takes a few steps back to lean against the gangster’s mahogany desk, looking just as prideful as ever. “There’s almost no scarring. And the skin--”

“Get on with it, doc.” Jason props his bare feet up onto the desk and gets back to his paperwork: listings of who’s making what and earning enough to stay in the game. Reynolds really hasn’t been doing well these past few months so the brunette makes a mental note to pay him in a nighttime visit.

“I need two more.”

“Two?” He rolls over the word over and over again while he looks off in the distance, thinking. “Talk with White. He’ll hook you up, though I can’t guarantee he’ll get you the cream of the crop.”

“That’s fine.”

“Anything else?”

“Take care of that face.”

Jay rolls his eyes, though his expression is full of amusement. “Yeah yeah.”
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