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Well, folks. I have an announcement: my plotbunnies have had mutant children called smutbunnies. This is the result of that. This fic is set after this
scene from Batman:Legends. Really just a tiny smutlet, no title.
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Dick sits on the roof, watching Tim's window. There was no light there, no movement. Dick lets the tears slip silently down his face. A hand gently comes to rest on his shoulder.
"Dick?"
"Little brother," Dick pulls Tim into a hug, holding him tight against him, "Yesterday, I thought, for a minute, I couldn't see you. Don't die. Don't leave me. Don't leave me alone." Tim holds Dick back, tight enough to make it hard to breathe.
"I won't," he promises, even though they both know Robin might not be able to stop that. Robin has left, Robin has quit, Robin has died...
"I love you," Dick says, because he has to makes sure Tim knows that. "I love you." And finds he can't stop repeating it.
"Oh, hey, ssh. It's alright. I love you too."
"I'm sorry. I was so scared. So scared I'd lost you."
"I'm alright, okay? Come on, let's get you inside." Tim pulls Dick in, and shoves him down onto the bed, still holding on, hugging tight, rubbing circles into his back. Dick can't stop crying, and clutching at him. "Hey, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I've got you."
"I love you. Can't lose. Losing everything, can't lose you. I love you. Everyone's leaving, but you came back. Can't lose you, can't let anything happen."
"It's okay, Dick, I'm not going to leave you. I couldn't leave you." And Dick has to find Tim's mouth, catch it with his own, catch those words, and hold them, forever. Make them true, make them last. Tim gasps against him when he finally lets go, and pulls Dick closer, pushing into him. Offering comfort in whatever way he can. Dick takes it, pushing against the boy, grinding their bodies together, trailing his lips across the already too scarred skin. Tim plants a soft kiss against Dick's neck. Encouragement. This is okay. Dick's still crying, pulling Tim's clothes off haphazardly, letting go of him long enough for Tim to pull his clothes off, before clutching at him some more. "It's okay," says Tim gently, and Dick presses against him, willing that to be true. "You can fuck me, Dick." Voice equally soft: offering, encouraging, safe. Eyes meet his. Reassurance. And Dick really can't not. He wants to be gentle, be slow, but he can't stop himself. Every inch of hims burns with a need to *feel* Tim alive. They're alive. Dick crys into Tim's back as he thrusts, and Tim just doesn't stop moaning underneath him. Dick doesn't want him to stop, he never wants to stop hearing him. When he comes, he is sobbing Tim's name.
scene from Batman:Legends. Really just a tiny smutlet, no title.
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Dick sits on the roof, watching Tim's window. There was no light there, no movement. Dick lets the tears slip silently down his face. A hand gently comes to rest on his shoulder.
"Dick?"
"Little brother," Dick pulls Tim into a hug, holding him tight against him, "Yesterday, I thought, for a minute, I couldn't see you. Don't die. Don't leave me. Don't leave me alone." Tim holds Dick back, tight enough to make it hard to breathe.
"I won't," he promises, even though they both know Robin might not be able to stop that. Robin has left, Robin has quit, Robin has died...
"I love you," Dick says, because he has to makes sure Tim knows that. "I love you." And finds he can't stop repeating it.
"Oh, hey, ssh. It's alright. I love you too."
"I'm sorry. I was so scared. So scared I'd lost you."
"I'm alright, okay? Come on, let's get you inside." Tim pulls Dick in, and shoves him down onto the bed, still holding on, hugging tight, rubbing circles into his back. Dick can't stop crying, and clutching at him. "Hey, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I've got you."
"I love you. Can't lose. Losing everything, can't lose you. I love you. Everyone's leaving, but you came back. Can't lose you, can't let anything happen."
"It's okay, Dick, I'm not going to leave you. I couldn't leave you." And Dick has to find Tim's mouth, catch it with his own, catch those words, and hold them, forever. Make them true, make them last. Tim gasps against him when he finally lets go, and pulls Dick closer, pushing into him. Offering comfort in whatever way he can. Dick takes it, pushing against the boy, grinding their bodies together, trailing his lips across the already too scarred skin. Tim plants a soft kiss against Dick's neck. Encouragement. This is okay. Dick's still crying, pulling Tim's clothes off haphazardly, letting go of him long enough for Tim to pull his clothes off, before clutching at him some more. "It's okay," says Tim gently, and Dick presses against him, willing that to be true. "You can fuck me, Dick." Voice equally soft: offering, encouraging, safe. Eyes meet his. Reassurance. And Dick really can't not. He wants to be gentle, be slow, but he can't stop himself. Every inch of hims burns with a need to *feel* Tim alive. They're alive. Dick crys into Tim's back as he thrusts, and Tim just doesn't stop moaning underneath him. Dick doesn't want him to stop, he never wants to stop hearing him. When he comes, he is sobbing Tim's name.