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A Roy/Dick fic... (Can't remember if this was posted or not & it may need to be beta again).
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Consistency
Pairing: Roy / Dick (Robin I)
Category: Hurt / Comfort, First Time
Summary: Life is full of ups and downs, just sometimes you can’t get back up without others. Robin’s POV.
It’s always the same old stuff. The same old deal. We go out, we come home, we argue. ‘It should have been done like this. No, your footing is all wrong. Did you even think of the consequences?’ Well, perhaps argue is the wrong word. Lectured. Lectured is better. He yells, he recaps and instructs; I listen. It’s the same drill. The one I’m tired of.
“Dick, if you just listen to me. You could have hurt innocent people out there tonight. There is no way you could have been sure that, that boat was empty.” Bruce has taken off his cowl but isn’t quite at the stage of yelling yet.
I guess I should be glad that he hasn’t decided to punish me. I shudder internally at the thought. Focusing is hard tonight. He is right, I’m not listening. I don’t want to listen either. I wanted to be else where all night tonight. Heaven forbid if he ever found that out. Or even worse, where I wanted to be.
“Master Bruce.” Alfred’s voice rings from the stairs. There is a God and I have been saved. Not even taking a moment to hesitate I use the interruption and slip out as quickly as I can.
I head there; not even really thinking. Not even conscious to my soundings or the rain till I’m in front of their tombs. It’s the anniversary of their deaths. And while that is a few years ago, the pain stings as sharply now as it did then. I miss them. I should have died, not them. What good am I to anyone when nothing I do is right? The tears are flowing down my face and curl up in a ball on the grass in the rain.
It’s late when I feel up to moving again. Dawn isn’t far away at all and I race back to the mansion and through the secrete door to the cave. I am in luck as he isn’t down here. I strip quickly and head up the stairs for bed. But my luck runs out as he is in the study with the light still on.
“Dick?” Bruce’s voice is warning, but it’s not Batman’s. “Where were you? You had Alfred worried.”
“I..” is all I get out and suddenly I don’t think I can talk anymore.
“What have I told you about leaving the mansion without telling us where you’re going? Not to even mention that you left in *uniform*. Do I have to go over that fact that it increases the exposure of Robin? Your actions over the last few days are reckless. I will not tolerate that behavior. Either you show me you are giving 100% as Robin or I can not let you out there. What we do is dangerous enough; I do not need any more complications.” Bruce sighs and sits behind his desk. There is an extended long pause but I can’t think of anything to break it. “You have ‘tower’ duties tomorrow and the rest of the weekend. I’ll drop you there, however I want a full report as to why I should let you continue or I expect your resignation.”
Bruce had turned back to his work and I left quietly.
***
The flight is a quiet one. Something that, in a way, I am thankful for. Things lately have been awkward but it isn’t like he’s approachable. It isn’t like I could just tell him what’s on my mind. Even if I think thought he could understand.
Action is always a good thing - but so much for a quiet Friday night to think about how to convince him that I’m okay.
The first warning signaled a street fight. Sure not to complicated that it really requires our undivided attention - but a nice workout to start the night. And by starting the night I mean it only got worse. From there the team faced it’s toughest hostage situations yet. A meta-human, Caucasian male, 5’10, dark features long black hair is speaking a dialect of Greece none of us can understand. But his body actions say it all. He is holding a knife to a baby’s neck, trying for the exit. It should be a simple training exercise. Divide and conquer - blocking the exit and taking the guy down. Kid Flash should head for the door given his speed. Beast Boy should change distracting the man, while wonder girl ties him, and I take the kid. But somewhere it goes horribly wrong and I miss the window and the fact Speedy is patrolling with us. The kid is falling. While not a difficult jump and save to make, I’m seconds to late. The guy is getting away, and my team is caught up - in a plan that wasn’t organized correctly. It’s my fault. The baby is dead and the guys got away.
***
Sunrises is always pretty. Not that I normally see it much anymore. It’s that time of day when everything used to make sense. Mum always told me that it’s when I think the clearest. I’m not so sure anymore. First light is peaking through the clouds and the wind is cold and harsh matching the roof of the tower. I screwed up last night. I’m the one suppose to hold the team together. Make sure the plans work. If I just did my job - if I focused - none of it would have happened. How can I present a case to the world greatest detective when …
Suddenly a voice behind me says, “You know staring at the sky won’t give you any answers, nor will it fix things.” Speedy had crept up. Just another sign that I’m loosing it. Loosing the ability to know what’s going on around me. Just another negative against my case to him.
“Yeah, what do you know about it!” I yell at him. I didn’t intentionally do it. It’s not his fault. It doesn’t bother him. He sits calmly beside me.
“I know it doesn’t matter how much of the ‘good stuff’ I could remind you of, things like this will happen and you need to deal with this…” His voice is clam. It isn’t what I want to hear right now and before he finishes I stand saying,
“I am dealing and this isn’t what I need to hear.” I walk away, pulling my cape around me. I struggle to keep my face a mask; a lesson I seem to be failing at.
***
My room at the tower isn’t like my room at the mansion and yet it can be at the same time. It’s smaller for starters. The bed is smaller and harder. There is no odd musty smell. But it is bare of anything *me*. Anything that might prove that Dick Grayson even exists.
Unlatching my cape, it fold into a sheik pile on my desk. My belt and uniform are to follow. For too long I have walked around in my mask, and now I no longer feel the need to take it off. It’s a thought that spikes other bad thoughts. Thoughts of my resignation; of how to fix this. How do you tell someone, ‘Gee I know I’m only young but I think I may be gay’. How do you do that while trying to pass school, and appear some what normal and make friends. At the same time to make matters worse tell them that they are the closest thing you have to a parent. That you feel like a failure at everything and all they do is lecture you? Which doesn’t help! When I’m in the costume it does not let me release my grief. But I’m fast learning that I can’t show my hurt as Dick either.
A knock at the door disturbs me and it opens even when I don’t answer. It’s Speedy again. He has also striped out of his uniform and into his boxes. Sitting there, sometimes I think he is everything I am not. He’s strong and unfazed that I have already once told him off. He sits on my bed with his thigh almost touching me.
“Tell me what’s going on Robie.” His voice isn’t commanding, but it makes me feel guilty and I’m not sure what else. But I know it’s something beyond that.
“I can’t.” It’s a whisper, but I know he heard it. I’m staring at the corner of my bed. How can I look at him? How can I even tell him? Tell him I’m gay or at least bi. He uses a finger to pull my face around to look at him.
“I don’t believe that. Life will always have ups and downs. Sometime we just can’t pull ourselves out of the downs. That is why your friends - why *I* am here.”
A few tears ran down my check and he stroked them away. “I’m failing you…” I broke off into sobs. Great not only am I failing, I’m now a crybaby too. But again he doesn’t surprise me that he is stronger and pulls me into an embrace. He strokes my hair softly and encourages me to wrap my arms around him. I feel how hard his muscles are. Feel them all around me and I feel safe. Yet I’m not sure why.
“It’s okay. I know this part of you; the part that wants and needs this.” Speedy’s voice is husky and filters through the burnt out, overworked brain cells.
I pull back and look at him with my lenses up. I know my eyes are red and puffy, but I want him to see. To show him, that he does know me. That I’m more scared of this than fighting crime. He smiles sweetly and leans forwards and brushes my lips with his. Suddenly I’m even more scared. How am I going to do this? How does this *work* ? He must sense my confusion and stills for a moment before leaning further to my ear and whispering, “Shh it’s okay.” He holds me tightly again. The sound and rhythm of his breathing is claming in someway.
However, “How..?” is all I can get out before my voice cracks and I can’t speak anymore. This isn’t the way it is suppose to be, and I blush at my own ignorance.
He looks confused for a moment, but quickly asks, “Do you trust me?”
I nod, yes. I have trusted him with my life before, and nothing will ever change that.
He slides my shirt off and pulls me on to the bed. Our feet wind together. My thoughts and feelings are so mixed now. I can’t make sense of anything. Everything is just lost in sensory overload. I thought focusing was hard at the beginning of the night, now it’s damn impossible.
Roy is running his hand along my thigh lightly. It’s a mixture of rough and smooth. The rough figures as much. But it’s curse to remind me what we do - and how is going to work tomorrow. But that thought doesn’t last long. It’s being replaced with Roy’s other hand - which is wet? - playing with my nipple. The sensation is wonderful, and the twig of pain causes the blood to run to my dick. Genitally pushing my top leg backward he pushes his leg against my hardened cock. Rubbing slightly, he dips one thumb under the waist band of my pants, brushing the sensitive part below my hipbone. I gasp, and attempt to get closer to him.
Roy chuckles quietly and it vibrates through his chest. His other hand starting to stroke my hair and he leans forward and devours my mouth. He taste sweet but also spicy. It’s a taste I can’t get enough of, but there is absolutely nothing I can do but let him explore my mouth. It’s almost like he is memorizing every part. Like he may not get to ever do this again. He moves his hand from my hip and starts petting the inside of my thigh. My moan is deep and it’s swallowed. I feel myself shooting pre-cum.
My hands wander his chest and I pinch his nipples gently. I’m still unsure, but I’m reassured as he moans and rolls me over pinning me on my back.
He has lost all interest in my mouth and is sucking his way down my neck. He has found my Adam’s apple and flicks his tongue over it while pinching my nipple. “Is that what you want?” He voice is low and breathy.
‘nnnn’ is all I manage before he pinches it harder and then sucks it. He continues until is so *hard* and then does the same to the other. They are wet and the thought breaks my brain, of how hot this feels.
I grab his hips pulling him harder against me. I need friction. And the contrasting materials and wet patches turn him on more. I dig my fingers into his ass, urging him up again. I want his mouth.
“I..” I manage and I take a breath and he is looking at me so intently. He looks so hot. “I want you mouth.” And I’m not sure it makes sense but he seems to get it.
His sucks my tongue and fingers my fly and I can feel my pants been drag down. The sensation is such a contrast to before and I miss the pressure. I arch up trying to find him. Realizing my eyes are closed. But I can’t remember when I closed them in the first place. I open one and see him smiling at me. He returns moments later and he is naked.
His body is like his touch. A combination of hard and smooth. His muscles almost match mine but his strength seem to come from somewhere I don’t posses.
He grinds against me. “so beautiful’. It’s a mummer. He is as hard and wet as I am. He kisses me once and starts a trail down my body. He nestles his head, with his nose just in my pubes. His hair is tickling my hip and I realize that he looking at me for permission.
Permission to go that one step further. To make sure I won’t break. I look at him intently as I can knowing that is all I can do. He swallows my length in one gulp. It’s so hot and wet. The top of his mouth such a different feel. I want to rub against it. I want to move. He tongue is massaging underneath urging me to. But I shouldn’t. Not till he moves. It feels like an eternity.
His hand has started to pat my the inside of my thigh again. But his other hand is cupping my balls and rolling them. I groan loudly and rock against his mouth. I can’t help but move now. He takes a deep breath and swallows more of me. I thought the top of his mouth rocked, but the combination of hot, wet strong muscles working around my cock sent shudders through me. And I before I could warn him, I was coming. I panted slowly and reached out for him.
He moved to the side and snuggled between me and the wall. I reach for him and stroke him blindly. He murmurs something and I can’t understand a word of it. But I know he is close. I quicken my pace and I can feel him tense all over and spill into my hand.
I cuddle closely to him and slowly drift off to sleep with his last whisper of, “It’ll be all right Robin” spinning though my head. And it’s the first helpful thing in days - because I know he means it and he will be there no matter what.
The End
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If you think I should post it else where, let me know.
Consistency
Pairing: Roy / Dick (Robin I)
Category: Hurt / Comfort, First Time
Summary: Life is full of ups and downs, just sometimes you can’t get back up without others. Robin’s POV.
It’s always the same old stuff. The same old deal. We go out, we come home, we argue. ‘It should have been done like this. No, your footing is all wrong. Did you even think of the consequences?’ Well, perhaps argue is the wrong word. Lectured. Lectured is better. He yells, he recaps and instructs; I listen. It’s the same drill. The one I’m tired of.
“Dick, if you just listen to me. You could have hurt innocent people out there tonight. There is no way you could have been sure that, that boat was empty.” Bruce has taken off his cowl but isn’t quite at the stage of yelling yet.
I guess I should be glad that he hasn’t decided to punish me. I shudder internally at the thought. Focusing is hard tonight. He is right, I’m not listening. I don’t want to listen either. I wanted to be else where all night tonight. Heaven forbid if he ever found that out. Or even worse, where I wanted to be.
“Master Bruce.” Alfred’s voice rings from the stairs. There is a God and I have been saved. Not even taking a moment to hesitate I use the interruption and slip out as quickly as I can.
I head there; not even really thinking. Not even conscious to my soundings or the rain till I’m in front of their tombs. It’s the anniversary of their deaths. And while that is a few years ago, the pain stings as sharply now as it did then. I miss them. I should have died, not them. What good am I to anyone when nothing I do is right? The tears are flowing down my face and curl up in a ball on the grass in the rain.
It’s late when I feel up to moving again. Dawn isn’t far away at all and I race back to the mansion and through the secrete door to the cave. I am in luck as he isn’t down here. I strip quickly and head up the stairs for bed. But my luck runs out as he is in the study with the light still on.
“Dick?” Bruce’s voice is warning, but it’s not Batman’s. “Where were you? You had Alfred worried.”
“I..” is all I get out and suddenly I don’t think I can talk anymore.
“What have I told you about leaving the mansion without telling us where you’re going? Not to even mention that you left in *uniform*. Do I have to go over that fact that it increases the exposure of Robin? Your actions over the last few days are reckless. I will not tolerate that behavior. Either you show me you are giving 100% as Robin or I can not let you out there. What we do is dangerous enough; I do not need any more complications.” Bruce sighs and sits behind his desk. There is an extended long pause but I can’t think of anything to break it. “You have ‘tower’ duties tomorrow and the rest of the weekend. I’ll drop you there, however I want a full report as to why I should let you continue or I expect your resignation.”
Bruce had turned back to his work and I left quietly.
***
The flight is a quiet one. Something that, in a way, I am thankful for. Things lately have been awkward but it isn’t like he’s approachable. It isn’t like I could just tell him what’s on my mind. Even if I think thought he could understand.
Action is always a good thing - but so much for a quiet Friday night to think about how to convince him that I’m okay.
The first warning signaled a street fight. Sure not to complicated that it really requires our undivided attention - but a nice workout to start the night. And by starting the night I mean it only got worse. From there the team faced it’s toughest hostage situations yet. A meta-human, Caucasian male, 5’10, dark features long black hair is speaking a dialect of Greece none of us can understand. But his body actions say it all. He is holding a knife to a baby’s neck, trying for the exit. It should be a simple training exercise. Divide and conquer - blocking the exit and taking the guy down. Kid Flash should head for the door given his speed. Beast Boy should change distracting the man, while wonder girl ties him, and I take the kid. But somewhere it goes horribly wrong and I miss the window and the fact Speedy is patrolling with us. The kid is falling. While not a difficult jump and save to make, I’m seconds to late. The guy is getting away, and my team is caught up - in a plan that wasn’t organized correctly. It’s my fault. The baby is dead and the guys got away.
***
Sunrises is always pretty. Not that I normally see it much anymore. It’s that time of day when everything used to make sense. Mum always told me that it’s when I think the clearest. I’m not so sure anymore. First light is peaking through the clouds and the wind is cold and harsh matching the roof of the tower. I screwed up last night. I’m the one suppose to hold the team together. Make sure the plans work. If I just did my job - if I focused - none of it would have happened. How can I present a case to the world greatest detective when …
Suddenly a voice behind me says, “You know staring at the sky won’t give you any answers, nor will it fix things.” Speedy had crept up. Just another sign that I’m loosing it. Loosing the ability to know what’s going on around me. Just another negative against my case to him.
“Yeah, what do you know about it!” I yell at him. I didn’t intentionally do it. It’s not his fault. It doesn’t bother him. He sits calmly beside me.
“I know it doesn’t matter how much of the ‘good stuff’ I could remind you of, things like this will happen and you need to deal with this…” His voice is clam. It isn’t what I want to hear right now and before he finishes I stand saying,
“I am dealing and this isn’t what I need to hear.” I walk away, pulling my cape around me. I struggle to keep my face a mask; a lesson I seem to be failing at.
***
My room at the tower isn’t like my room at the mansion and yet it can be at the same time. It’s smaller for starters. The bed is smaller and harder. There is no odd musty smell. But it is bare of anything *me*. Anything that might prove that Dick Grayson even exists.
Unlatching my cape, it fold into a sheik pile on my desk. My belt and uniform are to follow. For too long I have walked around in my mask, and now I no longer feel the need to take it off. It’s a thought that spikes other bad thoughts. Thoughts of my resignation; of how to fix this. How do you tell someone, ‘Gee I know I’m only young but I think I may be gay’. How do you do that while trying to pass school, and appear some what normal and make friends. At the same time to make matters worse tell them that they are the closest thing you have to a parent. That you feel like a failure at everything and all they do is lecture you? Which doesn’t help! When I’m in the costume it does not let me release my grief. But I’m fast learning that I can’t show my hurt as Dick either.
A knock at the door disturbs me and it opens even when I don’t answer. It’s Speedy again. He has also striped out of his uniform and into his boxes. Sitting there, sometimes I think he is everything I am not. He’s strong and unfazed that I have already once told him off. He sits on my bed with his thigh almost touching me.
“Tell me what’s going on Robie.” His voice isn’t commanding, but it makes me feel guilty and I’m not sure what else. But I know it’s something beyond that.
“I can’t.” It’s a whisper, but I know he heard it. I’m staring at the corner of my bed. How can I look at him? How can I even tell him? Tell him I’m gay or at least bi. He uses a finger to pull my face around to look at him.
“I don’t believe that. Life will always have ups and downs. Sometime we just can’t pull ourselves out of the downs. That is why your friends - why *I* am here.”
A few tears ran down my check and he stroked them away. “I’m failing you…” I broke off into sobs. Great not only am I failing, I’m now a crybaby too. But again he doesn’t surprise me that he is stronger and pulls me into an embrace. He strokes my hair softly and encourages me to wrap my arms around him. I feel how hard his muscles are. Feel them all around me and I feel safe. Yet I’m not sure why.
“It’s okay. I know this part of you; the part that wants and needs this.” Speedy’s voice is husky and filters through the burnt out, overworked brain cells.
I pull back and look at him with my lenses up. I know my eyes are red and puffy, but I want him to see. To show him, that he does know me. That I’m more scared of this than fighting crime. He smiles sweetly and leans forwards and brushes my lips with his. Suddenly I’m even more scared. How am I going to do this? How does this *work* ? He must sense my confusion and stills for a moment before leaning further to my ear and whispering, “Shh it’s okay.” He holds me tightly again. The sound and rhythm of his breathing is claming in someway.
However, “How..?” is all I can get out before my voice cracks and I can’t speak anymore. This isn’t the way it is suppose to be, and I blush at my own ignorance.
He looks confused for a moment, but quickly asks, “Do you trust me?”
I nod, yes. I have trusted him with my life before, and nothing will ever change that.
He slides my shirt off and pulls me on to the bed. Our feet wind together. My thoughts and feelings are so mixed now. I can’t make sense of anything. Everything is just lost in sensory overload. I thought focusing was hard at the beginning of the night, now it’s damn impossible.
Roy is running his hand along my thigh lightly. It’s a mixture of rough and smooth. The rough figures as much. But it’s curse to remind me what we do - and how is going to work tomorrow. But that thought doesn’t last long. It’s being replaced with Roy’s other hand - which is wet? - playing with my nipple. The sensation is wonderful, and the twig of pain causes the blood to run to my dick. Genitally pushing my top leg backward he pushes his leg against my hardened cock. Rubbing slightly, he dips one thumb under the waist band of my pants, brushing the sensitive part below my hipbone. I gasp, and attempt to get closer to him.
Roy chuckles quietly and it vibrates through his chest. His other hand starting to stroke my hair and he leans forward and devours my mouth. He taste sweet but also spicy. It’s a taste I can’t get enough of, but there is absolutely nothing I can do but let him explore my mouth. It’s almost like he is memorizing every part. Like he may not get to ever do this again. He moves his hand from my hip and starts petting the inside of my thigh. My moan is deep and it’s swallowed. I feel myself shooting pre-cum.
My hands wander his chest and I pinch his nipples gently. I’m still unsure, but I’m reassured as he moans and rolls me over pinning me on my back.
He has lost all interest in my mouth and is sucking his way down my neck. He has found my Adam’s apple and flicks his tongue over it while pinching my nipple. “Is that what you want?” He voice is low and breathy.
‘nnnn’ is all I manage before he pinches it harder and then sucks it. He continues until is so *hard* and then does the same to the other. They are wet and the thought breaks my brain, of how hot this feels.
I grab his hips pulling him harder against me. I need friction. And the contrasting materials and wet patches turn him on more. I dig my fingers into his ass, urging him up again. I want his mouth.
“I..” I manage and I take a breath and he is looking at me so intently. He looks so hot. “I want you mouth.” And I’m not sure it makes sense but he seems to get it.
His sucks my tongue and fingers my fly and I can feel my pants been drag down. The sensation is such a contrast to before and I miss the pressure. I arch up trying to find him. Realizing my eyes are closed. But I can’t remember when I closed them in the first place. I open one and see him smiling at me. He returns moments later and he is naked.
His body is like his touch. A combination of hard and smooth. His muscles almost match mine but his strength seem to come from somewhere I don’t posses.
He grinds against me. “so beautiful’. It’s a mummer. He is as hard and wet as I am. He kisses me once and starts a trail down my body. He nestles his head, with his nose just in my pubes. His hair is tickling my hip and I realize that he looking at me for permission.
Permission to go that one step further. To make sure I won’t break. I look at him intently as I can knowing that is all I can do. He swallows my length in one gulp. It’s so hot and wet. The top of his mouth such a different feel. I want to rub against it. I want to move. He tongue is massaging underneath urging me to. But I shouldn’t. Not till he moves. It feels like an eternity.
His hand has started to pat my the inside of my thigh again. But his other hand is cupping my balls and rolling them. I groan loudly and rock against his mouth. I can’t help but move now. He takes a deep breath and swallows more of me. I thought the top of his mouth rocked, but the combination of hot, wet strong muscles working around my cock sent shudders through me. And I before I could warn him, I was coming. I panted slowly and reached out for him.
He moved to the side and snuggled between me and the wall. I reach for him and stroke him blindly. He murmurs something and I can’t understand a word of it. But I know he is close. I quicken my pace and I can feel him tense all over and spill into my hand.
I cuddle closely to him and slowly drift off to sleep with his last whisper of, “It’ll be all right Robin” spinning though my head. And it’s the first helpful thing in days - because I know he means it and he will be there no matter what.
The End
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