Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick
Genres: Angst, Challenge, Drama, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
General Summary: Dick is uncertain about his future.
Chapter Summary: Robin experiences a revelation while on patrol.
Artist: The fabulously-talented Giallodih! Art can be found here (Tumblr) and here (Deviantart).
Date Of Completion: June 24, 2013
Date Of Posting: September 24, 2013
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1294 (Total: 4994)
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2013 Bruce/Dick Ficathon. All chapters can be found here.
THE HEIR APPARENT
The answer was,
As the mantle
About his shoulders.
"The Mystery Of
Dick stretched as he did a series of exercises to warm up for patrol tonight. He rested pixie-boot-clad feet on the mat, and watched his movements in the set of mirrors attached to the Cave wall. He liked his green shorts giving him freedom of movement as his leg muscles rippled. They were strong legs, an acrobat’s legs, a dancer’s legs.
He smiled at the thought of being a dancer. He had taken ballet lessons when he was younger but had given them up as practice was too time-consuming. He kept the knowledge of the exercises to limber up. As much as the life of a famous ballet dancer might be appealing, crimefighting was his greatest passion.
He continued his exercises, limbering up for the night’s work. When he looked up, he could see Bruce’s reflection in the mirrors. His lover’s dark-blue eyes glittered.
Dick felt a familiar thrill course through him. He deliberately stretched out, performing a slow series of exercises that showed off all his assets to their best advantage. He knew that Bruce was watching every move and smiled to himself.
He bent down to do his final stretch and strong hand gripped his hips. Bruce growled, “Enough teasing, brat.”
Dick laughed as Bruce pushed against his ass, rubbing up against his younger lover. Dick wiggled his ass and his buttocks were promptly slapped. He moaned as Bruce pulled down his panties and quickly prepared him.
Only Bruce would have lube ready in a situation like this.
Bruce dispensed with foreplay though he did caress Dick’s smooth buttocks. He thrust his cock in and Dick felt waves of pleasure shoot through him. He pushed back, trying to impale himself even further on Bruce’s cock. Bruce’s grip tightened on Dick’s hips as he thrust harder.
Dick urged him to go faster and harder. Bruce readily obliged, Dick glancing up and seeing their reflections in the mirrors. Their eyes met and Bruce thrust in again, the waves of pleasure washing over him as he tried to grab the edges of the mat for purchase. His own cock was bobbing painfully, eager for release, but he had to use both hands for balance this time. He screamed as Bruce’s cock kept hitting his prostate. The bats high above fluttered and squeaked.
Bruce’s fingers found his cock and worked him to the brink, his climax hard and hot as he literally saw stars. Sweat trickled down his face as Bruce grunted and with one final thrust, spilled his seed into Dick’s body.
Dick’s heart and respiration were racing as he collapsed onto the mat. Bruce pulled out and sank to the mat beside Dick, gathering his lover into his arms.
They lay quietly for a moment, letting their heart rates and breathing settle back to normal. Bruce brushed the hair out of Dick’s eyes and his lips quirked into a smile.
“I guess we’ll have to clean up before we go out.”
“Oh, man,” Dick groaned as he moved his hips, “I think all my energy’s gone.”
“Never.” Bruce kissed the tip of Dick’s nose. “I’ve never seen a ball of energy more brilliant than you.”
Dick kissed Bruce on the lips, beaming at the compliment. “Let’s go punch out some bad guys!” He tried to get up, hindered by his panties twisted around his ankles.
Bruce laughed and helped him get put together again.
They were off to Gotham in the Batmobile a short time later. Robin’s lassitude of afterglow had morphed into a burst of energy. He could barely sit still, much to Batman’s amusement.
Patrol started with a burst of energy for them both, and the muggers they caught half an hour into the night reaped a whirlwind of fists and feet as they were swiftly defeated and tied up, ready for Jim Gordon’s men to come and pick them up.
The Dynamic Duo were in perfect sync, knowing and anticipating each other’s moves without fail. They were equals though conversely Robin often deferred to Batman, the man who had trained him. He trusted Batman and was immensely pleased that trust was reciprocated.
They watched as a gang of jewel thieves cleaned out one of Gotham’s most prestigious stores. Batman would give the signal and they would strike.
Robin watched Batman in the light of the moon. They were a team, utilizing all manners of skills and equipment to carry out their Mission. Their amazing support staff of Alfred and Lucius ran as smoothly as Wayne Enterprises.
A sudden thought struck Robin just as Batman said, “Now.”
They exploded down and the thieves yelled in surprises. The battle was fierce but Robin’s blood sang as he used his skills to take down each thug one-by-one.
Robin saw one of the thugs produce a gun and draw a bead on Batman. Robin threw a batarang and knocked the weapon out of the robber’s hand. Batman barely acknowledged the save but Robin knew that he had seen it. He concentrated on his own battles and they finally had an alley full of knocked-out jewel thieves to preside over. They tied them up and Robin made his second call of the night to Jim Gordon.
“You and your partner are keeping me in business, Teen Wonder,” said Jim in a cheerful voice.
“You’re entirely welcome, Commissioner.”
“Okay, tell Batman that if he wants to stop by later, I’ve got hot coffee.”
“Thanks, I will.”
“Let’s go,” Batman said after Robin had ended the call.
The rest of the evening was uneventful and they did stop by the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Headquarters. Jim Gordon was waiting with the promised coffee and they drank it in comfortable silence as they watched twinkle in downtown Gotham, finally speaking of the night’s work and when Robin yawned, Jim laughed and said, “Better get this one to bed, Batman.”
Robin nearly blushed. It was a sure bet that the commissioner didn’t realize just what taking him to bed meant. Batman answered smoothly, “I think you’re right.”
On their way back home in the Batmobile, Robin grinned. “You know, I had a thought.”
“A thought, huh? Could be dangerous,” Batman remarked dryly as he gripped the wheel, easily palming it as he drove them along the country road.
“Ha, ha.” Robin unwrapped a stick of peppermint gum and popped it into his mouth. “I was thinking how someday I was going to inherit the mantle of the Bat.” Though there’s only one Batman, Bruce, and that’s you.
“You will. Someday the old bones won’t hack it anymore.”
Better than the alternative.
“It made me realize that this little enterprise...” He indicated the car and their costumes. “…is the family business, too.”
“Family business?” Batman’s smile was amused as it often was when his young partner chattered.
“That’s right. You’re in charge of Wayne Enterprises and of Batman, Incorporated.”
The car glided along the road, moonlight shining on the sea.
This time Batman laughed. “Good observation, Teen Wonder. So do you feel a little more comfortable with your place in the scheme of things?” He drove them through the secret entrance to the Batcave.
Robin considered and a happy smile spread across his face. “Well, at least I’ll feel comfortable in one of the family businesses.”
Batman shook his head fondly as he parked and they exited the Batmobile. He took hold of Robin’s shoulders and said, “You’ll always be my family, business or not.”
Robin removed his domino mask and his blue eyes sparkled. “Same here.”
They kissed as the bats overhead squeaked approvingly.