FIC: Goosebumps
Title: Goosebumps
Pairing: Bart/Tim
Rating: Pretty G :)
A/N: For jacklemmon !
Bart is trying his best to stay relatively still, but surveillance is just so boring.
Robin hasn't actually moved in the past half hour. He's sitting on the building ledge, binoculars focused on a faraway window, and is likely being mistaken for a gargoyle by anyone who happens to look up. If Bart didn't know better, he'd think Tim wasn't even breathing. Creepy bat-ninja skills...
Bart bounces on the spot, trying very hard not to grab Tim and shake him. He can be good. Really.
Waiting sucks, though. Bart's beginning to wish he hadn't volunteered to come along. It's not like Robin actually needed backup for this. He could be back at the Tower, watching Exploding Explosion VII with Kon.
It's not like Bart's actually been able to have any conversation with Tim, after all. It had been a quick run here, and then hours of waiting. He's not sure what he's doing.
After what seems like forever, Tim finally lowers his binoculars and stands, stretching.
"Alright!" says Bart, speeding over to stand beside him. "Do we get to go catch them or interrogate them or something now?" he asks. Robin shakes his head.
"We're going to leave them be, for now. They're not dangerous, on their own. It's their bosses we want. This was just information gathering." Bart blinks at him.
"Dude. Couldn't you have just bugged the place?" Tim smirks.
"If we could've, I would've. They've got some pretty good tech guys, they set up an EM field, it interferes."
Bart makes a face.
"So you were, what? Lip reading for hours?" Tim gives one of his tiny Robin-shrugs, almost unnoticeable with the cape.
"It gets the job done. I've got the information on the meeting time and place now." Bart can only stare.
Tim raises an eyebrow at him, then tucks his binoculars back into his utility belt.
Bart grabs Tim's arm before it's hidden beneath the cape again, and studies the small bit of skin exposed between where the gauntlet ends and the sleeve begins. The skin is pale, and raised in little bumps. Bart takes off his glove to feel.
"You're freezing!" Tim raises both eyebrows this time.
"Hardly."
"Well, you're really cold!" Tim pulls his arm away with a sigh.
"It's winter, and I don't have a speedster's metabolism. I'm bound to get a little chilly." Bart frowns, picks Tim up, and zips back to the Tower, depositing Tim on his bed.
"Hey!" Tim protests, as Bart tosses a large, heavy quilt over him.
"You could've gotten frost bite," Bart says, upset. He can tell that Tim's rolling his eyes, even with the white-out lenses up.
"I wasn't that cold. Besides, if Nightwing survived Gotham winters in the shortpants, I don't think I have anything to worry about."
"I worry," Bart says, frowning. He picks up Tim's arm again, feeling the skin there. Tim's still cold, but Bart can feel him warming up a bit. He leans in, then stops abruptly, realizing how close their faces are. "Oh," he says, "Hi."
"Hello Bart," Tim replies, his smile warm and amused.
Huh, thinks Bart, then: Oh. Oh.
Bart leans even closer.
"Hey Bart," Tim says, "I'm feeling a little cold. You want to warm me up?"
"You do have goosebumps," Bart agrees, then pushes Tim down onto the bed.
~
End.
Pairing: Bart/Tim
Rating: Pretty G :)
A/N: For jacklemmon !
Bart is trying his best to stay relatively still, but surveillance is just so boring.
Robin hasn't actually moved in the past half hour. He's sitting on the building ledge, binoculars focused on a faraway window, and is likely being mistaken for a gargoyle by anyone who happens to look up. If Bart didn't know better, he'd think Tim wasn't even breathing. Creepy bat-ninja skills...
Bart bounces on the spot, trying very hard not to grab Tim and shake him. He can be good. Really.
Waiting sucks, though. Bart's beginning to wish he hadn't volunteered to come along. It's not like Robin actually needed backup for this. He could be back at the Tower, watching Exploding Explosion VII with Kon.
It's not like Bart's actually been able to have any conversation with Tim, after all. It had been a quick run here, and then hours of waiting. He's not sure what he's doing.
After what seems like forever, Tim finally lowers his binoculars and stands, stretching.
"Alright!" says Bart, speeding over to stand beside him. "Do we get to go catch them or interrogate them or something now?" he asks. Robin shakes his head.
"We're going to leave them be, for now. They're not dangerous, on their own. It's their bosses we want. This was just information gathering." Bart blinks at him.
"Dude. Couldn't you have just bugged the place?" Tim smirks.
"If we could've, I would've. They've got some pretty good tech guys, they set up an EM field, it interferes."
Bart makes a face.
"So you were, what? Lip reading for hours?" Tim gives one of his tiny Robin-shrugs, almost unnoticeable with the cape.
"It gets the job done. I've got the information on the meeting time and place now." Bart can only stare.
Tim raises an eyebrow at him, then tucks his binoculars back into his utility belt.
Bart grabs Tim's arm before it's hidden beneath the cape again, and studies the small bit of skin exposed between where the gauntlet ends and the sleeve begins. The skin is pale, and raised in little bumps. Bart takes off his glove to feel.
"You're freezing!" Tim raises both eyebrows this time.
"Hardly."
"Well, you're really cold!" Tim pulls his arm away with a sigh.
"It's winter, and I don't have a speedster's metabolism. I'm bound to get a little chilly." Bart frowns, picks Tim up, and zips back to the Tower, depositing Tim on his bed.
"Hey!" Tim protests, as Bart tosses a large, heavy quilt over him.
"You could've gotten frost bite," Bart says, upset. He can tell that Tim's rolling his eyes, even with the white-out lenses up.
"I wasn't that cold. Besides, if Nightwing survived Gotham winters in the shortpants, I don't think I have anything to worry about."
"I worry," Bart says, frowning. He picks up Tim's arm again, feeling the skin there. Tim's still cold, but Bart can feel him warming up a bit. He leans in, then stops abruptly, realizing how close their faces are. "Oh," he says, "Hi."
"Hello Bart," Tim replies, his smile warm and amused.
Huh, thinks Bart, then: Oh. Oh.
Bart leans even closer.
"Hey Bart," Tim says, "I'm feeling a little cold. You want to warm me up?"
"You do have goosebumps," Bart agrees, then pushes Tim down onto the bed.
~
End.