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The Realization of Impossible Dreams	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Realization of Impossible Dreams
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Tim's bitter. He really doesn't want to say that, but it's the only thing that makes sense. He's bitter and he's pushing Dick away like a child throwing a tantrum. Tim isn't a child, and his tantrum is more like the stench of paranoia, the same sort of paranoia Bruce had.

The expanse of burns on the teen's body don't help much either. He can see the resentment in the bird's eyes as he looks at Dick again, hand straying absently to the remainder of his hair, a chunk of black in a sea of red and peach. Dick wants to hit himself because his little brother is feeling pain and he can't do much about it. Not when Gotham, Bruce's city, needs them to take care of it. He should probably be out looking for Jason, but he'd rather watch Tim, all built up anger just ready to be let loose.

"Tim," he says the name like he always has and it isn't much longer before he embraces the teen, not letting a hand wander to the back of his neck, where fire burned away the collar of his cape and left Tim scarred. The teen shudders in his grip, placing his gauntleted hands between his chest and the acrobat's. There's a small whining noise in the bottom of Tim's throat and he finally breaks free.

"Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because...you shouldn't."

"That didn't answer my question."

Tim gives a cynical little stare before he tries to walk away, Dick just grabs on again, chest against the teen's back. Dick can smell the fresh scent of the ointment Alfred rubbed over the skin earlier, it only makes him hold on tighter.

"Dick."

"It's not like I haven't done this before."

"Stop. Let go."

"No." He kisses the back of Tim's neck, sending a small shiver of pain up his spine. "I can't. Not again."

Tim can whine and complain all he wants, but now Dick refuses to let go. After a few moments of silence however, the teen finally relaxes in his arms, letting his body fall back into the solidity of his older brother. Dick breathes it all in before he turns the bird around, finding Tim's face gentle and soft.

"Why, Tim?" He doesn't have to ask much more of a question.

"Because, I thought...that you wouldn't want me after *this*."

Dick lets out one hard, smug laugh, drawing Tim in closer by his hips. "Timmy, you could look like Two-Face and I would still want you." It's a blatant statement, one that widens the teen's blue eyes, raises eyebrows, and pushes Tim further into Dick.

A sigh is released from the teen's throat and his lips part for a moment before he lets Dick steal a kiss, sweet and yielding. It's the first time since the explosion (and Bruce's death), that he doesn't feel so bad, so hurt and weak. He knows Dick would disagree with the last part, because Tim has been so diligent to the point of being a-- Dick draws away to lay a kiss on Tim's cheek, near one blue eye and a bit of burnt flesh. The teen completely loses his train of thought, he would laugh if he could.

"I'm serious, Tim. It's you and me." The aerialist give one amiable smile and lays his lips back against the bird's.

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It's the first time in a long time that they've been able to 'make love', as opposed to 'just have sex'. Tim's feeling even more compliant as Dick kisses his way from the bottom of the teen's burns to the base of his spine. The man's fingers have played around with him, pushed the knots out of his muscles and soothed the fresh bruises.

Tim grins, moans into the sheets of Dick's bed as the man pushes two fingers back into him. The teen says the acrobat's name, long and hazy, one syllable disconnected by a few whimpers. He can feel Dick smile on his skin, pushing the fingers in, pulling them out and starting the process up again.

It would be torture any other time, agony when Tim was younger and much less used to the way Dick goes about things and the entirety of the act. Now, he takes comfort in having his lover's hands over his body, Dick's erection against his smooth skin.

There's a whimper low in Tim's throat as the man curls his fingers and strokes the bird's prostate, using his other hand to glide across the back of one thigh. "Beautiful, Tim...gorgeous." He believes it, because it's Dick saying those words, lips kissing his skin in between.

"*Dick*...," He really was hoping to say more then that, but the acrobat it pulling out his fingers and leaving Tim feeling vacant. Dick pushes into the bird in the next moment, one beautiful, long slide in, a moan meeting Tim's in the silence of the manor. It makes Tim feel like, now, he's been reprogrammed to be just this. Just Dick's and it doesn't matter what the man wants to do to him because only like this, without the protection of the cowl, does he feel human.

"Robin...my Robin," Dick's saying outright, moving his hips away from Tim's skin to thrust back in. Another thrust, gentle and Tim's wanting more, mumbling "faster, harder" before Dick complies.

Now, Tim's arching his back, finding the strength to meet Dick halfway on the thrusts, pushing back hard onto the acrobat's erection. "Little brother--," Dick's hands are bruising as they hold on tighter to the bird's hips, finding the perfect angle to thrust in against Tim's prostate. A moan is ripped from Tim's throat and he bites his bottom lip and buries his face into the pillows.

"God, *yes*!" He hasn't felt...like *this* is so long and now he realizes how much he needs this. Dick isn't a *want* never, not now, because there's no one to disagree (Bruce). Tim has the sudden urge to just cry, and maybe it won't hurt so bad with Dick sliding into him, fucking him, whispering 'Robin'. He would yell 'Batman' but that still just seems so...wrong isn't the word he wants to use, and he can't say 'Nightwing' because that doesn't make any sense, not anymore.

"Tim...so *tight*--move, *please*..."

He--he didn't even know he *wasn't* moving...usually he's so active, but now--a sob rips its way out of his throat and he pushes back as hard as he can onto Dick's erection. The man is mumbling between gasps and pants. Dick needs to fuck him *harder*, if at all possible, and he probably won't. There could be a small chance that he would rip, and then he couldn't have this for weeks. Maybe if Dick could just shove his thumb in there, too.

"Dick...," there's another wail dying to come out of his throat so he bites down on the pillow. Dick doesn't notice. He makes a whole sentence of just Tim's name before he wraps his hand around the teen's penis. The cry finally releases itself and Tim can feel the pillow wet under his face. Dick's hand is too damn skilled for this, calloused in all the right places.

Tim sobs louder when Dick runs his thumb over the head of the teen's penis. He's slicking the man's hand and Dick pumps faster, fucks him harder until Tim clenches around the erection, screams at the same time Dick moans.

That...was perfect, is all Tim can think. Though the thought makes him cry again, tears down his blushing cheeks. He hopes Dick doesn't hear, but that's too much to hope for. "Tim," Dick strokes the teen's bangs out of his face and Tim knows he has that worried expression on his face. The same one he had earlier in the cave. "What's wrong little bird?"

"I--I," Tim doesn't want to stutter, he hates looking weak around Dick, "I don't want to believe he's gone." The man's silent for long enough that Tim has to turn and look at him; he's worried that *this* is the sign that Dick already feels like Bruce is never coming back. The acrobat's eyes are a little red, only a little, but it makes Tim choke out another sob.

"Tim...*Tim*, I really don't know what to tell you." It's the first time...maybe, *maybe* the second and by now Tim is sick of crying. It makes him feel like a makeshift Robin and why does Bruce have to be *gone*?

"I'm so sorry, little brother," Dick adds, probably in a hope to make Tim stop crying. It doesn't happen, not yet. The man finally pulls out, he probably wouldn't if he didn't need to, but it's easier to lay next to Tim and wrap his arms around the teen's body. "I'm sorry, Tim. God, I'm--"

"Don't leave me, Dick. *Please*..." Tim wants to scream at the top of his lungs, maybe then it won't hurt so bad. At least for a little while and maybe that’s all that matters.

"Not ever, Tim. Not again."
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