Ficlet: Comfort Here | DCU | Tim/Bernard | PG | 1/1
Title: Comfort Here
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 346
Summary: After a nightmare, Tim has a hard time letting Bernard comfort him. Written as the opposite POV to shananagin's Nightmares.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: First time writing this pairing. :p
Comfort Here
Another nightmare. Forcing his breathing and heart rate to calm, Tim pried the Batarang away from Bernard's neck carefully. Dammit, but that had been too close. Way too close. He could have hurt him, could have--
No. He hadn't. Bernard was okay, even if his questioning was hitting a little too close to home and entirely too close for Tim's comfort. Naturally, he deflected the halfhearted interrogation, stowing all his emergency weapons beneath the bed to keep them out of his immediate reach and Bernard's line of sight. He'd be lucky if his boyfriend hadn't realized what the Batarang was. Damn thing couldn't be more obviously shaped if it tried.
Tim made a mental note to make more Birdarangs and Robin shiruken, and stow the Batarangs for a while, as he settled into Bernard's side again to try to sleep. Of course, the other boy had had to insist that he could protect him from whatever was out there that gave Tim nightmares, so Tim had joked along groggily, hating his current lot in life. Bernard really couldn't do a damn thing to protect him, and it sucked.
It sucked that Tim couldn't take much comfort from the gesture, that he couldn't tell his boyfriend exactly why he had the nightmares. It sucked that things had to be like this.
So he held onto Bernard tighter.
And Bernard told him to keep his secrets.
And Tim didn't know why, but despite everything, he actually felt better for it, knowing that his boyfriend wasn't going to pry too deeply or bolt when Tim wouldn't budge on the matter. Relaxing into Bernard's arms, he took the comfort offered him gladly. Maybe Bernard couldn't protect him, couldn't completely understand yet why Tim was the way he was, but someday, maybe... and for now... Tim knew he was damn lucky to have that, to have Bernard. Who wasn't prying, and wasn't bolting, but who was holding him tightly and not letting go.
Slowly, Tim began to slip back into darkness, feeling the first hints of safety surrounding him, something he hadn't truly known in many years...
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 346
Summary: After a nightmare, Tim has a hard time letting Bernard comfort him. Written as the opposite POV to shananagin's Nightmares.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: First time writing this pairing. :p
Comfort Here
Another nightmare. Forcing his breathing and heart rate to calm, Tim pried the Batarang away from Bernard's neck carefully. Dammit, but that had been too close. Way too close. He could have hurt him, could have--
No. He hadn't. Bernard was okay, even if his questioning was hitting a little too close to home and entirely too close for Tim's comfort. Naturally, he deflected the halfhearted interrogation, stowing all his emergency weapons beneath the bed to keep them out of his immediate reach and Bernard's line of sight. He'd be lucky if his boyfriend hadn't realized what the Batarang was. Damn thing couldn't be more obviously shaped if it tried.
Tim made a mental note to make more Birdarangs and Robin shiruken, and stow the Batarangs for a while, as he settled into Bernard's side again to try to sleep. Of course, the other boy had had to insist that he could protect him from whatever was out there that gave Tim nightmares, so Tim had joked along groggily, hating his current lot in life. Bernard really couldn't do a damn thing to protect him, and it sucked.
It sucked that Tim couldn't take much comfort from the gesture, that he couldn't tell his boyfriend exactly why he had the nightmares. It sucked that things had to be like this.
So he held onto Bernard tighter.
And Bernard told him to keep his secrets.
And Tim didn't know why, but despite everything, he actually felt better for it, knowing that his boyfriend wasn't going to pry too deeply or bolt when Tim wouldn't budge on the matter. Relaxing into Bernard's arms, he took the comfort offered him gladly. Maybe Bernard couldn't protect him, couldn't completely understand yet why Tim was the way he was, but someday, maybe... and for now... Tim knew he was damn lucky to have that, to have Bernard. Who wasn't prying, and wasn't bolting, but who was holding him tightly and not letting go.
Slowly, Tim began to slip back into darkness, feeling the first hints of safety surrounding him, something he hadn't truly known in many years...
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