In Charge
In Charge
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Characters: Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Summary: That's how the first meeting between Robin III and Catwoman turned out.
Disclaimer: I don't own them - sadly.
„So, you're Batman's new toy boy.“
The voice had been the one of a female. It couldn't be Oracle as she was on a symposium at Metropolis, and Huntress' voice was far too familiar for Tim anyway. Assuming that these two women couldn't or wouldn't sneak behind him on the rooftop for two particular obvious reasons, Catwoman seemed to be the logical choice.
“Talk to me!”
When the whip caught his arm and pulled him back with his body gliding along the rooftopp, he knew that he should reconsider ignorance as a proper reaction as it was hard to ignore anybody whose feet now lay on one's chest and whose claws slowly caressed his cheeks.
“Mhh...you're older than that Grayson boy when he had this time...but not quite as good, dear. And by the way - I think he taught some manners beforehand.”
“Why don't you come and test my manners again?”
It was Nightwing. Had to be. Tim had known is the instant he heard the noise. It seemed as Catwoman's goggles seemed to blink when she made a backflip and got up in a fighting position.
“Stay down, Robin.” Nightwing made a move forward when the whip caught his arm this time; he didn't need a thought to react - or so it seemed. He pulled Catwoman forward with a grip on her own whip and had her down on the roof without Tim fully realizing what he saw.
Before any further move could be made, Nightwing fell backwards, obviously being kicked by Catwoman's boot. The moment she was on her claws again, Robin had jumped on his feet and, from his downward position, kicked her legs so she had fall down again. Then, he landed on her body and held his elbow at her throat.
“Stay down, Miss,” he ordered her.
At least, he wanted to.
The word “stay” just had left his lips, when she grabbed his dress and pulled, throwing him over her head. He landed on his back; the drop pressed the air out of his lungs and he breathed heavily for a moment. Nightwing appeared on his side, laying his hand on Tim's chest. “You okay?”
“All I wanted was to introduce myself. Nobody's polite these days,” Catwoman remarked. “Best regards to Bruce, dear. Good Night.”
They both looked up but she was nowhere to be seen anymore. “So that's a remarkable example of … good neighborship,” Tim said.
Dick laughed. He stood up and reached his arm forward to pull Tim up. He held the grip on his hand for another second or two and smiled. His breath smelled of coke and Tim could feel the kevlar of his gloves.
“How come you're here? We don't have date tonight.”
“Well...she called you Bruce's boy toy,” he whispered into his ears and slowly licked his earlobe. “And I couldn't let her get away with that.”
“Well, I was never in danger. And why don't you let me go?”
“I like to be in charge.”
“So do I.”
Bruce had taught him this trick - and how to counter react was probably part of a lesson Dick had already learned; this Time, when the air was pushed out of his lungs, he had a personal breather on his lips the moment thereafter. Dick pushed air into his mouth and kissed him afterwards; the upper part of his body laid on Tim's stomach, and he held his legs down with his own. He stroked Tim's temple and tried to kiss him again, but a short “hush” made him stop.
“What's up?”
“I just noticed that being you weren't in the job description.”
“I'm in charge, so I make new rules.” His index finger cruised along the mask. “I like to remember how it was wearing that mask.”
“Actually, that wasnpart of the job description.”
Dick kissed him again,nmuch gentler and with less dominance. He was just passing his lips with his tongue and slowly moved down to Tim's hip, when he suddenly got stunned and ended their contact. He got back on his feet and helped the Boy Wonder up the moment later. Just when Robin got himself barely rearranged, he considered that Dick must have developed a sixth sense, as Batman had appeared on the rooftop at exactly the same spot where Catwoman had left
“What's up with you two? I heard something about trouble.”
“We just had an encounter with Selina. Nothing special.”
“You could have called me, Dick.”
“Hey, she just wanted to sent some...regards,” Robin said. “Just a little get to know each other when you know what I mean.”
The white lenses on Batman's eyes just appeared to grow smaller. “I know. Huntress informed me about a bank robbery at East End. You'll continue patrol - we'll take care of it.”
When he was gone and out of the presumed hearing range, Tim was approached by Dick again who held him with his left hand on the flank and used the right hand to cruise along the mask another time. “What a pity.”
“What?” Tim asked.
Dick kissed him and moved his hand further down. “That you don't have to wear those pants I used to.”
“Sorry,” Tim said. “But believe me - you'll get mine off quite as fast. But only...if I'm in charge.”