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Reconnaissance	By : aranel Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I pretend to own any recognizable characters within this work of fiction. They are the sole property of DC and I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun.
A/N: Posted here, because there is no Outsiders sub-category.

I haven’t seen them do this in a long time. Since we were all Titans, actually. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t been around to notice, or if they actually haven’t since then. But, that’s not what matters. What matters is that one or both of my closest friends is hurting.

Dick’s limbs are wound tightly about Roy, so I’m pretty sure this is about him. Roy’s doing his best. Thrusting into him quick and tight, the way he likes. Hand holding a hip and gripping a shoulderblade. His teeth are gritting, so he’s not going to hold out much longer.

Dick throws his head back, and there it is. The one look I doubt more than five people have seen. The one look that makes me want to stop time, or run so fast it stretches out for eternity. It’s so perfect and so rare…always gone far too soon.

When they finish, Dick will get up and get dressed and leave. Roy will roll over and fall asleep. He’d have had a good lay. Dick will be folding back in everything that slipped out while he was allowing himself the emotional space. Sometimes I wonder if Bruce ever does this, or if it’s just Dick’s way of coping with all of Bruce’s impossible standards he seems convinced he needs to live up to.

I watch Dick’s hands grip tightly to Roy’s skin, drawing him closer still. He wants to be crushed. This is about him. Only him.

There are far too many possibilities over what could be bothering Dick. Roy’s pretty easy to gauge. He’s far more open about things. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll tell you to your face. Dick will let you know he doesn’t like you. You’ll feel it.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, Dick is a creature of feeling. He’s been that way as long as I can remember. Takes far too many things to heart, Dick. Thinks all too often of pleasing. He can’t stand the thought of doing something wrong, or that he’s responsible for hurting someone who didn’t rightly deserve it – and sometimes that’s a stretch.

I don’t know why I’m standing outside Roy’s window, watching my two childhood friends sort out things. Don’t know why it leaves such a weight in my stomach. A dryness to my mouth. Why my costume’s too tight and why it’s getting harder to breathe.

And it’s all happening so slow. I can feel each symptom appear, curl around and draw across my senses. Can feel the weight get heavier, and the costume smaller. I can feel an itch in my abdomen, like I haven’t in a long while.

Dick cries out, tossing back his head. His hands clutch at Roy’s sides, and Roy leans down to swathe a path across his neck, biting down over it, as he shoves in more forcefully.

I have no right to be standing here. Not when I have Linda. Waiting for me, back home.

But, I can’t move. I can’t let them do this.

Can’t stand seeing them like this anymore.

They both need someone. Dick especially. And even these small get togethers whenever one of them needs to be assured someone on the planet understands, cares will never be enough. We all know that. We’ve known all along.

Roy gives a short grunt, which means he’ll be coming in the next few seconds. Dick holds him close while he does, and when he’s done Roy moves down to swallow Dick, who’s in dire need of someone’s attention.

I hadn’t noticed before – I don’t see Dick as often anymore – the way he’s gripping at Roy, curling toward him, even as he’s being expertly blown….Dick is feeling lost, alone. It breaks my heart to see the veil in his eyes, that I notice if I just tip sideways a bit.

Roy strokes his thighs soothingly, and lets Dick tug at his short hair. Dick moves up and strokes down his neck and over his shoulders. I blink. I hadn’t even noticed. Dear God, where did Roy get all those scars?!

Dick has a few new ones too. Smooth and gleaming, and I wonder if I’m the fastest man alive, why did it take so long to notice them? All the pain….

Since I became a member of the League, I…I’ve forgotten. I realize that now.

The battles are at a larger scale, and the risks more vast, but…They still fight in the slums. Where the real hardship thrives. They’re still there, wandering in shadow, seeking out the biggest fish and going in for the hit.

They’re still at more risk.

They don’t have healers, and superior medical technology. They don’t have teammates to read minds and co-ordinate. Or to transfer information across space with a single thought.

They’re still the bleed in the bathtub breed. The wrap it in a sheet string and keep going. The count up the markers as they come, watch them overlap, be glad they didn’t cut deeper. Run faster, harder, make it in time. Keep moving until you can’t move anymore, and you’re flopping broken and bleeding into a springy mattress in a dark, lonely apartment, and wondering if you’ll wake up tomorrow.

I feel my heart grow tight in my chest, and my throat is seizing.

Dick comes, and he’s still so beautiful, it makes me feel like I’m suffocating. Roy rides out each and every wave, and I focus on Dick’s face – an instant of complete openness. Of a lonely child who just needs someone to wrap him in a super tight hug and crush him close until he sobs it all out and falls asleep. And it’s gone just that fast. Lasted longer for me than for Roy. Always has.

They’re quiet for a few moments. Roy is letting Dick pull himself together enough to be allowed back into the night safely. Dick is doing just that.

It’s hardly a full minute and a half, and Dick is getting up, and getting dressed. Roy watches him, in that same lazy position he’s unconsciously picked up from Ollie. Only it’s so sexy when Roy does it. When he’s naked and sated and barley covered.

Wally, you’re married.

Something’s different though. Usually Roy is watching with abstract amusement. A smug sort of ‘bedded you and it was good’ expression. Not tonight. He’s watching Dick move around in the dark – still so good at that, still so natural. But his eyes…his eyes follow Dick, drinking him in, as if he’ll never see him again.

He’s keeping most of it back, but…I know Roy.

I also know Dick.

Now that it’s over, he won’t let himself be swayed. He won’t cuddle or sleep in bed with anyone else. He won’t rub noses and make cheeky after sex pillow talk. He could, but he doesn’t.

Roy’s not feeling abandoned – no; he’s too experienced for that. He’s feeling…feeling like he shouldn’t let Dick jump out that window. Shouldn’t let him go out tonight. Because there’s just a feeling in his gut, and he has to listen to it. Because some madman’s probably out there, and Dick’s off his game, and he’ll get hurt or worse. There’ve been too many funerals.

Stop him Roy. Stop him!

But he doesn’t. Just watches as Dick smoothes his mask over his face. Watches as he heads toward the window. Moves to say something, and stops. Jesus Roy, please! But he doesn’t say a word, nothing.

I push back into the shadows as Dick leaves. Take a glance at Roy. He shoves his face into his pillow with a broken groan. The way he’s clutching his pillow…Roy’s crying.

I can’t leave them like this. It’s not my place but I- Fuck that. It is my place! They’re my best friends for God’s sake!

Dick’s never been hard to catch up to; besides, he’s perched on a ledge, peering into the city like a predator. It’s scary how accurate that word feels when applied to Dick. Shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be used at all.

“Hey Dick.”

“Wally.”

I move closer to the ledge, and lean over to look out over the city. It’s always so pretty at night. The stars and moon above, and all the city lights. But night life will never be anything more than work for Dick, the city no more than a chart with sectors and zones and I blame Bruce for that.

“So…”

I can feel him looking at me. He’s not turned his body or anything, but those eyes of his…they’re on me, and it feels so good just to be in his gaze again.

“Is everything all right?”

“Hmm?”

“At headquarters. Are you here to-?”

“No, no business, just pleasure.”

The way the mask crinkles on the sides, Dick is considering that. He lets it go though, and turns his attention back to the streets. I’m married now. He was my best man and everything.

“So…How’ve you been?”

He’s quiet for a while, then replies, “I’m still breathing.” And from the tone, I can’t tell whether or not he’s happy about that. God, it’s been too long.

“Dick?”

It’s a moment before he turns to look at me. And in that moment, I read all I need to. Dick will end up in a hospital bed, if no one does something tonight. If I don’t-…

I don’t move fast at all, giving him ample time to move back. He doesn’t. I brush my fingers over his cheek, caress the side of his face, kiss him gently. He kisses back.

There’s only one way to keep Dick inside tonight. Linda, I’m sorry. You won’t understand, but some things just….Some things are above even feelings. Like keeping your best friend alive. Saving him from himself. If only for a moment.

A moment can be a long time for me.

“Wally..Wha-?”

“Shhh…”

“What about-?”

“Shhhh….Don’t think Dick…Just feel.”

And it will be a long time for Dick, if just for tonight.
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