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Drive Me on Home	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” Batman continues to stare at his ex-ward from behind the white-out lenses of the cowl-- Dick is complete in police uniform, his hands slung on his hips, long fingers catching in the blue shirt‘s fabric as he speaks. Bruce’s lenses are eerily bright in the dark of the cave, even in the light of the console. “Alright, well…umm, Barb and I are involved again. Dating. A couple.”

The man gives Dick one final look over before rising from his chair, “noted.”

“’Noted‘? That’s all you have to say about this? I--I thought you’d be happy for me.”

Batman walks over to his car as his cape drags like an inky, black shadow behind him. He slides one gloved hand across the top of the machine before opening the driver side door wide. “I never said I wasn’t. Suit up, you’re coming with me to Arkham.”

“Oh…,” Dick sighs and walks over to the changing area, neatly shedding his cop persona as his mentor slides into the driver‘s seat of the car. “You’re such a frustrating man, Bruce.”

~~

The drive is silent, unlike Gotham on any given night and Nightwing counts the miles, holds back on banging his head on the window and pulling his hair out. He instead listens to the steady breathing of the other man. Bruce--Batman--hasn’t said a word since…since he told him the news.

“Pull over,” Dick says suddenly as he twists his head to look at the driver.

Batman looks over at him, a hint of annoyance at the edges of his mouth. He doesn’t listen.

“Pull. Over,” Nightwing grits out, eyebrows lowering underneath the blue-black domino mask.

After half a minute, Dick decides to take his chance. The road is empty, there will be no casualties if he grabs the wheel and forces them onto the edge of the pavement. He does and Batman growls, but brakes instead of trying to force back control.

“*Nightwing*.”

“It’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

Another annoyed look, more visible around his mouth.

“*Bruce*! I’m not dealing with the bat on this!” A few quiet moments and the man pulls back the cowl, becomes less than the bat. His eyes are bright blue when he looks at Dick, a look of--

“Bruce, don’t do this to me. Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you acting like-like--”

“I haven’t been acting any different.”

“Don’t give me that shit. I’ve known you since I was twelve or have you forgotten?”

“Dick, we need to get to Arkham.”

The acrobat grabs onto the man’s wrist before he’s able to slip the cowl back on. He stares at his mentor for a long time then sighs and lets Bruce slip the mask back over his face.

“We’re…not done talking about this.”

The rest of the night is slow and they somehow manage to find no clues of the newest Arkham escapee. Batman willingly decides to give up the search until there is more information or the thugs feel like talking and at least give up one little clue. Neither happen before the duo finds themselves back in the car.

Dick’s surprised when Batman pulls the car over on the deserted side of the road without even a word; he can see the bright lights of Gotham when he looks outside, and Bruce’s suddenly unmasked face when he looks back.

“Talk.”

“Bruce…I’m being an annoyance aren’t I? Coming into your city all the time, even when I have my own.”

“No…you could never be an…annoyance to me, Dick.”

Dick smiles and shifts quietly in his chair; he watches his mentor sit silently, looking at the leather covered hands still on the steering wheel. The man sighs, glances over at the acrobat and frowns as he turns his eyes away from the other’s. “Dick…it’s just…”

“Say it.”

The silence is suffocating and Bruce doesn’t say anything for a long while, but the way his hands grip the wheel is threatening of leaving his conversation where it stands.

“Alright, then I will. You love me…love me more than a partner…and you don’t want me to be happy with someone else.”

“It’s not like that…”

“But it is…Bruce, I--look at me.”

He does, sadness caught up in his blue eyes. Dick considers for a moment his next move, it could be do or die, it could leave Dick without Bruce’s voice for *months*. He doesn’t want that, but there’s something he wants, needs, to do.

Even the Batman is surprised when Nightwing stretches across the seat to kiss the man. His lips are soft and sure against Bruce’s and as he kisses harder, the young man lets out a sound of approval as he feels his mentor give, though only a little.

“No.” The word spills out before Dick is even aware of the man pulling away. “Dick, no. We can’t. You’re--”

“In love with Barb? Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t also be in love with you. Why are you denying what I’m trying to give you?”

“Because it’s wrong!”

“Bruce, I’ve loved you since I became Robin, and I can’t lie and say that I won’t love you forever when I will.”

“Dick…I--”

“You feel the same way. We can have this even if it’s just this once.” Dick smiles wide and slides gracefully into the man’s lap, finding himself quite comfortable. He reaches for the lever, reclining the seat until he can kiss Bruce breathless with almost nervous movements of his mouth. The aerialist laughs lightly against the man’s lips, licks his own once, twice, before catching Bruce’s hand as it almost slides into Dick’s hair. It’s a damn good feeling, to have the man’s pulse point in his palm, to feel Bruce living, even though his heart rate never jumps once. “Even if it’s only once…I won’t have any regrets.”

Bruce knows Dick’s eyes are thin and calm, deep blue behind the white-out lenses. The young man lets out a huff before he undoes Batman’s belt, letting it fall carelessly beside them. Getting into Bruce’s tights has never been possible for Dick before today, but that no longer matters; hot, hard skin is against the smoothness of Nightwing’s glove in almost no time flat.

“*Bruce*!” The sound is high in Dick’s throat as he strokes the man’s penis, rhythm slow and teasing. This was…it was nothing at all like his fantasies. Of course, how could he ever imagine something so perfect and wonderful like Bruce Wayne.

“Dick.” Bruce swipes his hands up to push back his ex-ward’s white-out lenses; bright blue eyes meet his and Dick smiles knowingly, stops his hand and pulls off the one glove using his teeth.

“Yeah, uh huh--know where this is going.”

The man’s hands travel up Dick’s spine, skillfully undoing the catches of the Nightwing suit with each movement of a wrist as if this was something he had done many times before. He pulls the bodysuit down, off the aerialist’s arms and chest, then watches Dick bend elegantly to take off hisboots and get rid of the annoying clingy fabric.

He sits naked and stunning in Bruce’s lap, mask twitching slightly from the movements of his eyebrows as his erection slides against the other man’s. Dick works his arms around his mentor’s neck and earns a path of kisses along his sweaty skin--that was just what Bruce wanted. He whines as the older man bites down against the soft skin, continuing to thrust against his partner for a few more moments.

“Bruce, I want--” There’s a small tube in Dick’s hand before he finishes the statement: skin safe lubricant from Batman’s utility belt. Dick grins wide and leaves a little peck on the man’s lips, followed by a soft chuckle. “Always prepared for everything.”

Dick’s fingers are thoroughly slick with the clear lube and he drops the vile back into Bruce‘s waiting hand. He curves his back and reaches back, pushing one finger into himself slowly. There’s a twitch at Bruce’s mouth, a tic in his cock against Dick’s thigh that leaves the young man grinning. “God, I’ve been waiting for this moment…*ah*…for--,” he wiggles the digit in further, “*mmm* ever since I was…young.”

“Young?” Bruce lays his gloved hands on his ex-ward’s naked thighs, avoids looking at the aerialist’s fully erect penis for fear of escalating his want and losing control.

“Hmm, god yes…the fantasies got really vivid when I was at Hudson.” Dick laughs and runs his free hand up Bruce’s body until it rests atop one muscular shoulder, fisting the black cape when he adds another finger. “You want to--?” He smirks, then suddenly groans loudly when Bruce pushes one finger in. “*Fuck*…!”

Kisses are lined up along his collarbone as Bruce wiggles the digit in further, causing the acrobat to shake and whine in his lap . He prods Dick’s prostate eagerly until pre-cum is painting the gray of the batsuit. The bird pushes back on the digits and twitches at the feeling. “God--mmm--yes, *Bruce*…now…”

Bruce pulls the man into another kiss before he’s slicking up his erection and pushing into the tight, hot space of the aerialist’s body. Dick arches his back in a striking curve and moans as he’s filled with the man below him.

He whimpers as he moves up cautiously, only to sit back down on the erection. He can hear Bruce growl dark and deep in his chest and the sound…it makes him feel lost and found--he grips tighter and takes it all.

~~

“I meant it when I said I love you *and* Barb.” Dick quirks an eyebrow at Bruce’s bare face, sliding a bit more to the man’s side as he avoids the semen that‘s streaked the batsuit. He grips one Kevlar covered pectoral in his hand and squeezes. “I loved you before--I loved you since the beginning.” He grins and still feels empty without the man deep inside him. Bruce must feel empty too as he twitches a bit and lays a hand on Dick’s naked hip to squeeze it.

“It doesn’t have to end with one fuck in the Batmobile. You just have to ask.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Bruce holds tighter and kisses the young man, lolls around against his mouth and feels Dick shiver against him.

“You could--*can* always ask.” Dick smiles with his eyes and leaves a peck against the man’s lips. They’re both wet and dirty, caught up in something wonderful with a fantastic view of Gotham just outside the windows of the car. He laughs and lays his leg across Bruce’s waist--all he really wanted to do was be here and not have to worry about anything else.

“What?”

“Hmm…it’s just that…this is so fucking complicated.”

“And you find humor in it?”

“No--not necessarily. It’s just…,” he trails off, eyes going blank for a moment as he attempts to think through all that’s happened.

“Just…?”

“Feels like it should.”

And the nod Bruce gives is the best answer Dick’s gotten all night.
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