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The quiet buzz of Tim's phone on his nightstand woke him up.
Conner was draped half over him, breath fanning over Tim's neck, arm over his waist, body radiating heat against Tim's back. Tim would have loved to stay perfectly still, ignore his phone and go back to sleep until the heat building in his blood demanded he put Conner to use again, but it could have been an emergency.
He slipped out of Conner's hold, reaching for his phone, letting out a hiss at the ache in his back and thighs as he moved. The screen lit up almost too bright and Tim winced at it, navigating to turn the brightness down as fast as he could. When it was dark enough to look at without pain, Tim saw that the screen was displaying several notifications from the family chat.
Entirely unsurprised, he swiped them open to check what was being said.
Zombie Asshole
> You fucked back to life yet, Timbit?
Blonde Asshole
> Ew
> Not a question for the family chat
Demon Asshole
> Agreed.
Bendy Asshole
> Jay, as much as I commend you for expressing your concern in a healthy manner
> I agree with what they said
Glowstick
> You don't get to say shit
> We've gotten WAY too many of your sexts in this chat for you to be allowed to condemn Jason
Blonde Asshole
> Agree.
Demon Asshole
> Agree.
Zombie Asshole
> Agree.
Cass
> Agree.
Bendy Asshole
> :(((
> I have apologized and paid penance many times
Glowstick
> Not nearly enough
Blonde Asshole
> Still traumatized from the last time
Demon Asshole
> It is a wonder my respect for you has not fully died.
Zombie Asshole
> I can't believe I used to think B + Selina were bad
> However
> Back to my question
> Is Tim still alive?
Child Endangerment Asshole
> Tim's vitals are holding steady.
> The data indicates he is sleeping.
Blonde Asshole
> Hail the invasive paranoia of our great leader
Glowstick
> Hail
Zombie Asshole
> Hail
Demon Asshole
> Hail.
Bendy Asshole
> Hail
Cass
> Hail
Glowstick
> Does the data indicate whether we can remove the Super from the premises?
Zombie Asshole
> ^^^
Blonde Asshole
> ^^^
Demon Asshole
> ^^^
Child Endangerment Asshole
> No, the data does not indicate if the effect of the pollen has passed.
Blonde Asshole
> Boo the useless data of our great leader
Zombie Asshole
> Boo
Glowstick
> Boo
Cass
> Boo
Demon Asshole
> Boo.
Bendy Asshole
> Boo
Tim sighed, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed as he typed out a response.
You
Shut up, I'm trying to sleep <
Zombie Asshole
> HE LIVES
Blonde Asshole
> HE LIVES
Bendy Asshole
> How are you feeling, Tim?
Glowstick
> HE LIVES
Demon Asshole
> Of course he lives, he would not dare bring shame to Gotham by dying by way of Ivy's pollen.
You
Once again <
I am trying to sleep <
Shut up <
Child Endangerment Asshole
> Condition?
You
Alive <
I will notify you when the situation is resolved <
Now shut up <
He silenced his notifications and set his phone back on the nightstand.
Tim loved the family, he really did, but they were incredibly invasive and took far too much delight in sticking their noses into his most embarrassing moments.
Case in point, the bedroom door was cracking open.
Tim jolted to his feet, glad that Conner had insisted on pants when they'd gone to bed. Pain lanced through his legs and back, but he gritted his teeth, ready to shove whichever family member it was out of the room.
Cass slid through the thin space between the door and doorframe and pressed the door silently closed behind her.
"Cass, what the fuck?" Tim hissed, limping towards her.
"Checking on you." She met him halfway, looking him up and down.
"Cass, you can't just walk in here." Tim glanced over his shoulder at where Conner was still sleeping. "We could've been . . . doing things."
"I knew you weren't." She focused on Tim's neck. "You're bruised."
"They're hickeys, Cass." Tim felt a flush on his cheeks. "I know you know what they are, considering how many you leave on-."
"Shut." Cass cut him off, pinching his arm. "You're limping."
"Yes, because marathon sex is taxing and puts strain on the body." Tim shifted his weight, feeling the pollen heat crawling up his spine again. "Conner hasn't hurt me, alright? You don't have to be so protective."
Cass pursed her lips. "Done yet?"
"No, Ivy's pollen hasn't worn off yet." Tim ran a hand through his hair. "You guys do know I'm an adult, right? I'm allowed to have sex and you don't have to be weird about it."
"Little brother." Cass tugged on a lock of Tim's hair. "We take care of you."
"I can take care of myself, Cass." Tim gently batted her hand away. "You don't need to protect me from Conner, anyway. He's good to me. Better than I deserve."
"Stupid." Cass flicked him between his eyes. "You deserve all goodness."
"Shut up." Tim's stomach squirmed at her earnest proclamation. "And get out. I would like some sense of privacy in this entirely compromising situation."
"Privacy is not in the family vocabulary." Cass huffed with a smile. "We all know too much of each other."
"Then at least let me maintain the illusion." Tim pushed her by her shoulders towards the door.
She let him get her out of the door before she spoke again. "How much did you tell him?"
Tim was unsurprised that she, of all people, knew he'd said more than he should've. "Just . . . just that I like him."
Cass raised a single eyebrow, disbelieving.
"Tim." He hooked a hand over the back of his neck. "That's it."
Cass tilted her chin up, eyes bright. "You should say more."
Before Tim could say anything, or even process what she'd said, Cass turned on her heel and paced down the hallway with a bounce in her step. "Alfred will bring breakfast soon."
Tim watched her go, dumbfounded, until she got to the end of the hall and turned out of sight. He retreated slowly into his bedroom, pressing the door closed and leaning against it, looking to where Conner was sprawled in his bed.
You should say more.
What a ridiculous thought.
. . .
Or was it?
Bruce insisted on absolute secrecy when it came to their identities, always had.
But it'd been more than twenty years since Dick had first put on the Robin costume.
Bruce was scared, terrified that they'd get hurt if anyone knew who they were. Which would have been a valid worry if there wasn't two decades of evidence that the hero community could be trusted.
Tim bit at his thumbnail, considering.
Was this a moment for forcing Bruce out of his comfort zone?
He focused on Conner again and found ocean eyes focusing on him.
"So . . . how much did you hear?" Tim shelved his internal debate and stepped towards the bed.
"Most of it, I think." Conner watched Tim all the way to the edge of the bed.
"Any questions?" Tim climbed back onto the mattress, letting Conner pull him close.
Conner looked surprised and fond as Tim met his gaze. "Any that you'll answer?"
"Try your luck." Tim enjoyed the weight of Conner's arm over his side.
Conner hummed, considering. "You're a younger sibling."
"Technically, yes." Tim hooked an ankle over Conner's calf.
"Technically?" Conner raised his eyebrows.
"Mhm." Tim hummed.
"The girl, Cass, she's Black Bat, isn't she?" Conner stroked his thumb over Tim's back.
"She is." Tim slid a hand over Conner's hip, feeling along the hem of his borrowed sweatpants.
"She's right." Conner moved his hand up to cradle Tim's face. "You you deserve goodness."
"Shut up." Tim kissed him, heat rushing through his entire body.
Conner pressed into the kiss, leaning over Tim and licking into his mouth.
"God, Red, you're so perfect." Conner mumbled into his mouth.
Tim curled his fingers into Conner's hair and pulled him far enough back to meet his eyes. "You know my name, Conner. Use it."
Conner's pupils dilated rapidly. "Tim."
"Good boy." Tim let Conner surge forward to slide their mouths together.
Conner rolled them, swinging a leg over Tim to straddle his hips as he kissed over Tim's jaw and down his neck. "Tim, fuck, Tim."
Just hearing how Conner savored his name had Tim shuddering in pleasure. "Conner-."
"I want to know." Conner scraped his teeth over Tim's collarbone. "About your scars, I wanna know what made them."
"Ask me about them." Tim panted, craning his neck to look down at him.
Conner's eyes lit up and he ran his hands down Tim's chest, thumbs tracing over his surgery scars. "I know what these are from, but I want to know about this one."
He lowered a hand to trace over the line which marked the loss of Tim's spleen.
"I was stabbed with a katana." Tim panted out, muscles jumping under Conner's touch.
"Not Robin's, I hope." Conner stroked the scar with reverence.
"Not that one, no." Tim reached up to run his hands over Conner's chest.
"You have some from Robin?" Conner's eyebrows jumped.
"We didn't really get along for a while." Tim dragged his nails down Conner's chest, fascinated by the red lines left in the wake.
"Don't distract me." Conner caught both of Tim's wrists in one hand and pressed them against the bed above Tim's head. "What's this one?"
Tim gasped at the sudden manhandling and his hips rolled up off the bed, but he tried to focus on the question.
Conner was running the fingers of his free hand over the puckered mark left by a bullet.
"Red Hood." Tim shivered and panted. "But that one was an accident."
"'That one'?" Conner asked.
"We didn't always get along, either." Tim arched into the warmth of Conner's hand as he traced it over Tim's stomach.
"He's shot you multiple times and you still trust him?" Conner leaned up to kiss at Tim's shoulder.
"Gotham, Conner." Tim groaned as he felt Conner's cock pressing against his stomach through the sweats. "Things can get really complicated, really quick."
"Right." Conner drew back again, sliding hand high up Tim's ribs. "These ones?"
"Killer Croc." Tim's brain was turning to goo at an alarming rate.
"These?" Conner splayed his hand low of Tim's belly, fingers poking at the pair of scars just below his belly button.
"Laparoscopic salpingectomy." Tim shuddered. "Removal of my fallopian tubes. I had it done as soon as I was legally able to."
"No chance of pregnancy." Conner hummed, hand moving again. "This one?"
"Skateboarding accident." Tim did his best to writhe under Conner's weight. "Conner-."
"You skateboard." Conner slid his hand up Tim's chest again.
"Yes." Tim's voice was tight as he arched into the touch, entire body burning.
"This one?" Conner whispered, leaning close as his fingers gently ran over the razor thin scar at the base of Tim's throat.
"Ra's Al Ghul." Tim arched up to claim Conner's mouth.
Conner leaned into the kiss, releasing Tim's wrists to slide both of his arms around him. Tim wrapped his arms around Conner's head, clinging to him as he slid their tongues together.
Someone knocked on the bedroom door and Tim dropped his head back against the pillow. "Fuck!"
"It's alright, doll, I'll-." Conner started moving to climb off the bed.
"Grab my phone." Tim tugged at his hair. "Give me my phone."
Conner pulled back and leaned over to retrieve Tim's phone from the nightstand. Tim took it and unlocked it to open his messages.
There was some unimportant mess of a conversation continuing in the family chat, and, thankfully, a single text of explanation from Cass.
Cass
> It's breakfast
You
Person still there? <
Cass
> No
"What is it?" Conner asked Tim.
"Breakfast." Tim threw his phone back onto the nightstand. "Which can wait, so-."
"No, it can't." Conner climbed off of Tim and stood. "You haven't eaten for at least fourteen hours, which isn't good when you're expending a lot of energy."
"Dammit, Conner!" Tim pushed himself upright. "Would you just-? I'm- I'll-."
"You'll be okay." Conner leaned down and kissed Tim deeply. "I have an idea."
"Conner-." Tim locked his fingers around Conner's wrist.
"You have to eat, Tim." Conner kissed him again. "So, go get the food and then I'll tell you my idea."
"It had better be a good fucking idea." Tim hissed, pushing himself out of bed. "Or, I swear to god, Conner Kent, I will end you."
(Heh, a good fucking idea.)
"Hurry up and you'll find out how good it is." Conner grinned sharply.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Tim moved as quickly as he could to yank the door open and grab the tray waiting on the other side.
He kicked the door closed with his heel and toted the tray back towards the bed.
"Calm down, sweetheart." Conner plucked the tray out of Tim's hands.
"Don't you test my patience, Conner." Tim snapped as he set the tray on the nightstand. "I can get off without your help, even if it's less pleasant."
"Come on, sweetheart." Conner cradled Tim's face as his other hand landed hot on Tim's hip. "Don't you want to know my plan?"
Tim curled his fingers into the sides of Conner's pants. "What's your plan, Supernova?"
Conner shuddered under Tim's hands, eyes dark. "I was thinking I could sit you down on my cock and get some food in you before I fuck you until you actually can't walk."
Tim couldn't help sucking a breath in through his teeth. "Okay, yes, okay. That's a good plan."
"I'm glad you like it." Conner kissed him gently. "Pants off."
"Bossy." Tim bit Conner's lip as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and shoved them down past his knees.
"Like you aren't." Conner bent at the same time, pushing his own pants down to his ankles.
"I'm not bossy." Tim hooked his arms around Conner's neck, biting his jaw. "I provide direction to the people I'm responsible for."
"That sounds an awful lot like being bossy to me." Conner dropped his hands to Tim's hips.
Tim yelped instead of replying as Conner lifted him from the ground. He locked his ankles around Conner's back to help keep his balance as Conner got his hands under Tim's thighs.
"If we get to do this again, we're doing it when I have full access to my powers so I can fuck you against a wall without getting tired." Conner kissed the hollow of Tim's throat.
"No 'ifs'." Tim shivered in Conner's arms. "Next time."
"If your family doesn't kill me after this." Conner pressed his fingers into Tim's thighs as he carried Tim towards the bed.
"I'll kill them if they try." Tim promised.
"You like me that much?" Conner crawled onto the bed on his knees, keeping them both upright in an astounding demonstration of balance. "Enough to defy Batman's training."
"It might just be the pollen, but I need your dick more than I need Batman's approval." Tim jolted as Conner's cock brushed his thigh. "Heavy on the need part."
"Well, let's get you what you need, darling." Conner sat against the headboard, lowering Tim enough that he could kneel on the mattress. "Are you wet enough?"
Tim felt a blush burn up his neck and into his cheeks and he dropped his forehead onto Conner's shoulder. "Shut up, shut up, shut up."
"Need to make sure you're okay, sweetheart, that I won't hurt you." Conner cooed.
"I'm- It's-." Tim stammered, digging his nails into the nape of Conner's neck. "Just- Just put it in me."
"Not till you tell me it won't hurt you." Conner's grip on Tim's hips went tight as he tried to rock his hips down towards Conner's cock. "Come on, doll, use your words."
Embarrassment and arousal made Tim feel like he was on fire, skin buzzing, every breath a hot, humid pant against Conner's skin.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Tim stared sightlessly down Conner's ridiculously attractive chest. "Just do it, Conner!"
"I won't hurt you." Conner's voice turned dead serious. "Tim, you have to tell me this won't hurt you."
Tim felt like he was going to die and couldn't even drum up any annoyance about it, because Conner was being so fucking good to him.
"I- I'm wet enough, okay? I'm fucking dripping, Conner, you won't hurt me." Tim just about sobbed. "Please-."
"Okay, honey, alright." One of Conner's hands disappeared from Tim's hip. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making you wait."
Tim shook like a leaf in a hurricane as he felt Conner press the head of his cock to his hole. Conner lowered him slowly and Tim felt every millimeter of his dick as it slid inside.
It shouldn't have been enough to send Tim over the edge, but he was so sensitized he couldn't help the orgasm that stole his breath.
Conner held him tight through it, hands running gently up and down Tim's back as he shook and gasped for air.
"Good, sweetheart. You're okay, you're good." Conner murmured into Tim's ear. "Catch your breath, honey."
It set off an entirely new round of fireworks behind his eyes and Tim felt wholly boneless, limp and shaky in Conner's lap. His brain was so loud it was quiet, synapses firing over and over and over again, but not communicating anything other than sensation, pleasure.
He was drifting again, dizzy and off balance, barely tethered to reality by the weight of Conner's cock inside of him.
Eventually, Tim's brain started functioning again and he slid his fingers into Conner's hair and absently twirled the strands around his fingers.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Conner hummed. "Ready to eat?"
The warmth of it, the easy affection fanned the embers of the pollen at the base of Tim's skull.
"Mm." He turned his face against Conner's neck, letting his hips twitch against Conner's. "Just . . . if I have to . . . don't stop me, please."
"Of course not, doll." Conner hummed. "I know you can't control it."
Tim pressed his face harder against Conner's neck, overwhelmed at just how much Conner seemed to care for him.
"Come on, sweetheart, you need calories." Conner stroked a hand down Tim's back. "Sit up so I can feed you."
Tim dragged himself upright, pressing his knees against Conner's hips. "You're too nice to me."
"I'm exactly as nice as you deserve." Conner pressed a grape against Tim's lips. "Eat."
Tim let him press the piece of fruit into his mouth and chewed it sullenly. "Bossy."
"This again?" Conner kissed Tim on the tip of his nose. "Thought we agreed that you're bossy."
"I never agreed." Tim wrinkled his nose. "You distracted me."
"Maybe I did." Conner pressed another grape into Tim's mouth. "But you are bossy."
"So are you." Tim stroked his thumbs over the sides of Conner's neck.
"So, we're both bossy." Conner kissed him. "Means we match."
Tim leaned into the kiss, just barely rolling his hips to send shocks of overstimulation through his body.
"Already?" Conner hummed, slightly breathless.
"No, just . . . just feeling you." Tim shivered, pleased with the feeling of Conner shifting deeper with the roll of his hips.
Conner groaned, hips twitching. "You're criminal."
"Yeah, that's why the law is desperate to have me in at least thirteen countries." Tim grinned, entire body tingling.
"You're such a dork." Conner huffed, kissing Tim again. "Can't believe I like you as much as I do."
Tim's stomach twisted, flustered and pleased. "I'm not a dork."
"Yes you are." Conner offered Tim a slice of summer sausage. "You're a dork and you're adorable and you're sweet and you're strong and you're cleverer than you have any right to be."
Tim took the bite, snapping his teeth at Conner's fingers as an empty threat. "You don't need to flatter me, I'm super not wearing pants already."
"I hadn't noticed." Conner grinned rakishly. "Thought my dick was just lying about feeling like it's in heaven."
"Shut up, that's so crass." Tim ignored the swooping sensation in his gut. "You're horrible."
"Am I?" Conner ran his hands down Tim's arms, eyes wandering down his body.
"Yes." Tim hissed, rolling his hips as fresh heat crawled up his spine. "The worst."
"Why? Cause I compliment you?" Conner laughed against Tim's neck.
"Cause you make me feel like an idiot." Tim told him. "Like I can't control myself or my reactions or my feelings or what I want. It's terrifying."
"I scare you?" Conner cradled Tim's face in his hands. "I scare one of Gotham's guardians?"
"What you do to me scares me." Tim corrected, trying to ignore the blush rising in his cheeks. "I don't do loss of control. Especially not over myself."
"But I make you lose control?" Conner pressed, smiling softly.
"Stop fishing for compliments, Kent." Tim frowned as firmly as he could manage, tugging at Conner's hair sharply. "Your ego is already enormous."
"You can hardly blame me for it, doll." Conner leaned in to kiss Tim deeply. "I managed to woo one of Gotham's hottest vigilantes. Can't think of anyone else who's managed that."
"Jon has." Tim murmured into his mouth.
"J-? My brother, Jon?" Conner pulled back, looking at Tim with a confused expression.
"Yes." Tim leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. "He got the Baby Bat."
"Are you telling me Jon got Robin?" Conner pushed Tim back to study his face.
Tim couldn't help smiling at the dumbfounded expression Conner was wearing. "Mhm. Neither of them know it, though."
"How is that possible?" Conner wondered as Tim leaned in to kiss him.
"Baby Bat is incredibly dedicated to maintaining Batman's identity policy. He won't let himself realize he's been caught." Tim's skin was tingling, heat boiling through his gut, and he needed more than the gentle rock of their hips and wet, messy kisses.
"Which means there's no clues for Jon to pick up on." Conner hummed.
"Yeah." Tim nosed against Conner's neck. "Now, let's cut the family talk and fuck."
"You've barely eaten anything." Conner protested, carding his hands through Tim's hair.
"The food's not going to grow legs and walk out." Tim sank his teeth into Conner's skin, tasting sweat. "We can finish it later."
"Tim-." Conner hissed a breath out, fingers tightening in Tim's hair.
"Conner Kent, keep your promise and fuck me until I can't walk." Tim snapped.
Conner's pupils blew wide at the demand, hips jerking up against Tim's, but he bit his lip, hesitant. "Sweetheart-."
"Conner, you promised you'd take care of me." Tim whined, needier than he wanted to sound, but his control was slipping under the pressure of the want sweeping through his body. "Please, Kon."
"Okay, okay sweetheart." Conner slid his hands down Tim's shoulders. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I've got you, baby. How do you want me to do it, honey? What do you want me to do?"
"I don't care." Tim dragged his nails over Conner's shoulders. "Just do it."
"Hold on, honey." Conner cradled Tim's head and got a grip on his hip and flipped them so Tim was lying on his back on the bed.
Tim convulsed at the shift of Conner's dick inside him, nerves lighting up like lightning, sparks going off behind his eyes, a moan catching in his throat.
"You ready, doll?" Conner slid his hands down to get a hold on Tim's waist.
"I was ready ten minutes ago." Tim's voice came out choked, tight.
"Okay, sweetheart." Conner kissed at the corner of his mouth. "I've got you."
Conner rolled his hips against Tim's and Tim's lungs seized in his chest, punching a broken sound out of his throat. The rhythm Conner set was even, a half pull out followed by a driving thrust in, not fast, but far from slow, sending Tim writhing with the feeling.
"Look at you, doll." Conner squeezed his hands around Tim's waist. "So fucking gorgeous, taking me like this."
Tim's back bowed, too breathless to find words, hands scrabbling uselessly over Conner's shoulders, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Everything was hot, his breaths, his skin, the weight of Conner's cock inside him, burning him up. Pleasure was bolting through him, pooling low in his belly, rolling up his spine like electricity, making his muscles twitch uncontrollably.
"Feel so good, sweetheart, you feel so good." Conner scraped his teeth over Tim's neck, sending goosebumps rolling over his body. "Your pussy is perfect, you're so perfect, Tim."
"Sh- Shut up-." Tim gasped out, barely able to breathe.
"Never, doll, I'll never shut up about how lovely you are." Conner leaned closer, sliding an arm around Tim's back, and leaned his weight on his other arm, planted next to Tim's shoulder. "No one like you in the world, sweetheart. You're all there is for me, my one and only."
Tim's breath rushed out of him and his entire body went stiff as the words sent him tumbling over the edge of orgasm. Conner didn't slow or still, keeping his hips rolling at a steady pace as Tim convulsed, entire body singing with pleasure.
The stimulation dragged it out, kept Tim cumming for longer than could've occurred naturally and he felt tears slipping from under his mask by the time he finally came down.
His hips jerked uncontrollably against Conner's as he quickly became overstimulated by the rhythm he was still maintaining.
"Kon-." Tim choked on a broken moan.
"Need me to stop, doll?" Conner panted into Tim's ear.
"No." Tim was burning, consumed by the heat and the pleasure and the everything that Conner was on top of him. "Don't you dare."
"Okay, okay baby." Conner's rhythm didn't stutter or slow. "One more? Gonna give me one more, darling?"
Tim couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could barely feel anything except for Conner on and in and around him. He was drowning in sensation, neurons swamped in dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin, nerves lighting up with every brush of skin, every shift and twitch and drag of Conner's cock. The brush of Conner's breath against Tim's neck made goosebumps boil over his skin, so hot that the humid air felt cool.
"Okay, sweetheart?" Conner's face swam into view, concerned and angelic. "You still with me?"
Tim tried to get enough air to respond, to do anything except moan helplessly, but all he could manage was a high pitched keen.
"Alright darling, it's alright. I'm gonna get you there, gonna make you feel good." Conner pressed a kiss to the corner of Tim's mouth. "Just a little longer, sweetheart. Just a little more."
I'm already feeling good. Tim thought somewhat mushily. It's horrible.
Then Conner shifted the angle of his hips, hit something that made Tim's pussy clamp down around his cock, and Tim bowed off the bed, voice breaking as he wailed.
"Fuck!" Conner curled over Tim, hips moving without pause. "Come on, doll, keep up with me. Let's go together."
Tim feared he didn't have much choice in the matter.
There was tension curling in his lower belly, his back, his legs, a build of heat and pleasure and too much-not enough-more. Conner's cock kept striking the same spot, kept battering against the something in Tim's pussy that made the tension ratchet tighter, deeper.
Bone deep pleasure had every inch of Tim's body buzzing, making it feel like even his teeth were sending pleasure signals to his melting brain.
"Almost there, Tim, we're almost there." Conner got a hand between them, sliding it down Tim's stomach towards where he was spearing Tim open.
The very first brush of Conner's fingertips over his clit had Tim convulsing, muscles flexing and contracting erratically. It had never happened before, but Tim knew what the twitching of the muscles in his abdomen heralded.
As much as Tim longed to stave it off, wished to keep control of his own body, the cliff's edge was an inevitability.
He rocketed over the edge of orgasm with a choked moan, legs clamping around Conner's hips as he squirted.
Tim's vision stayed clear long enough for him to see Conner's eyes blow wide in surprise and then he was lost to the rush of endorphins.
Conner may have kept thrusting, or may not have. He might've kissed Tim or said something or drawn his nails down Tim's skin, but he couldn't feel anything except for the seize of his own muscles and the cresting wave of pleasure.
It rolled over him, through him, tossing him around and around and around in the depths of sensation. Over and over again, his muscles clenched and released, keeping his breath shallow, his back arched, his pussy throbbing.
When the electricity finally faded, he vaguely recognized movement and being moved, gentle support under his head, his knees, his shoulders. There were sounds, noise he should've recognized, but didn't have the mental faculties for as he drifted in his own head.
Eventually, he was lowered, eased into warm water, laid against a broad chest.
It was . . . nice to let himself be without the burden of worrying, thinking, or planning.
After a few minutes, or maybe hours, the feeling became unsettling and he forced himself to connect to his body again.
His hips and legs and back were aching, pussy tired and abused, mouth dry and head tilted back on Conner's shoulder. They were in the bath, Tim cradled against Conner's chest, the warm water soothing to his tired body.
"Hey sweetheart, you with me again?" Conner hummed into Tim's ear.
Tim felt a blush heating his face and neck as he comprehended what had happened. "Oh my god. I can't believe-."
He cut himself off, staring at the bathroom ceiling.
"Neither can I, that was hot, Tim." Conner curled his arms tighter around Tim's ribs. "If you need a backup career plan, you could easily become the kind of pornstar that ends marriages."
"Shut up." Tim dug his nails into Conner's arms, feeling heat spreading up his ears. "You're horrible."
"You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetheart." Conner nosed along Tim's neck. "I've never seen anything like that. It was incredible."
"It was mortifying." Tim corrected, shame twisting his gut. "I've never lost control like that before."
"I'll consider it an honor that I was the one to prompt it." Conner stroked a thumb over Tim's stomach.
"Conner." Tim snapped, unable to bear his words and doing his best to lean away from him.
"Does it really bother you that much?" Conner's voice turned more sober as he held Tim in place.
"Of course it does." Tim answered, profoundly glad he didn't have to look Conner in the eye. "I don't do that. I don't lose control. Especially not of myself. It's- It leaves room for vulnerability, for people to hurt me."
"Oh, sweetheart." Conner pressed his nose behind Tim's ear. "I'd never use your vulnerability against you."
"I know that." Tim choked on tears he refused to shed. "I've just . . . I've never . . . I'm scared."
The admission was quiet, barely audible, but as loud as Tim dared say the words.
"Doll, you're brave." Conner disputed, curling around him. "You've trusted me with this, with you, and I refuse to take that for granted. You're a miracle, honey, a gift. On pain of death, you're mine to take care of, and I'm yours to do whatever you want with."
Tim let himself slowly relax into Conner's hold.
You should say more.
"Even if . . .Even if I want to elbow you in the kidneys til you cry?" Tim tried for a joke, not quite ready for more honesty.
"Of course." Conner pressed his lips against the shell of Tim's ear. "You'd probably do it to save me from a weird alien virus or something, so of course I'd let you."
"Stupid." Tim sighed, fondly exasperated with the lack of caution. "You're so stupid."
"We can't all be boy-geniuses, doll." Conner teased, voice light. "You got all the brains and all that left for me was a big fat crush on you."
"Oh, come on, there's more to you than that." Tim let himself soak in the warm feeling blooming in his belly. "You also got more muscles than sense."
"Ah, true balance." Conner nipped at the skin of Tim's neck. "There is some justice in this crooked world."
Tim breathed a huff of a laugh through his nose, tilting his head back to rest on Conner's shoulder. "You're more than I deserve."
"You're underselling yourself." Conner argued, leaning their temples together. "I mean, how many people can say they can outthink Batman?"
"Stop bringing up my dad when we're naked." Tim pressed his head against Conner's, insolent. "You're gonna give me a complex."
"You don't need me for that, doll." Conner pressed back. "Being raised by Batman has probably given you more than one already."
"He didn't raise me." Tim grumbled. "He . . . adopted me, after my parents . . . were murdered."
"Oh . . . sorry." Conner gentled, leaning his chin on Tim's shoulder. "That's why you said you were only 'technically' a younger sibling."
"Mhm." Tim closed his eyes. "Was an only child till I was twelve. Didn't get adopted till I was seventeen, though."
"From no siblings to six, how'd you manage that?" Conner asked.
"Well, it was just one, at first, the others trickled in after that." Tim answered. "We didn't always get along, like I mentioned. I've fought each of them to the ground a few times each. Batman taught us all to fight, to be aggressive and argue our ideas. It gets . . . chaotic, sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" Conner teased lightly.
"Fuck you." Tim lifted his head and dropped it onto Conner's shoulder again, petulant.
"Already did, sweetheart, and I don't think you're ready to go again quite yet." Conner squeezed Tim against his chest firmly. "Least, I can't imagine you would be, after that. I'd be surprised if you could even get wet again, considering how much liquid you've expelled."
"Oh no, the bed." Tim realized, lifting his head.
"Soaked." Conner snickered. "Absolutely drenched, there's no saving it."
"Never again." Tim swore. "I'll never do that again."
"That sounds like a challenge to me." Conner tickled Tim's ribs, making him squirm, the water around them dangerously close to splashing out of the tub. "I think I could get you to do it again."
"It's not, you freak." Tim did his best to wiggle away from Conner despite the strain on his body. "You won't."
"Well, if you really don't want me to." Conner sighed dramatically, hugging Tim tight again. "I think it'd be fun though, if you ever changed your mind, to see if I could do it without Ivy's help."
Something swooped in Tim's gut, a low burn of arousal that made him shiver. "I . . . might be convinced to . . . consider that. Eventually. If you try really, really hard."
"Yeah?" Conner hummed, sounding delighted. "I'm really good at trying really hard."
"Might." Tim repeated, stressing the word. "Consider."
"That's not a firm no, which means there's still a chance for it to become a yes." Conner pressed a kiss to Tim's shoulder. "You have to admit it'd be fun."
"It'd be mortifying." Tim grumbled, ignoring the curl of intrigue at the idea of trying to . . . do it.
Before he or Conner could say anything else, Tim's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry?" Conner pressed his nose against Tim's neck.
"Maybe." Tim felt goosebumps roll over his skin at the coolness of Conner's skin against his own.
"You know-." Conner began, drawing out the second word.
"Shut your face." Tim cut him off. "It's not my fault Ivy changed her style of attack."
"I was just gonna say there's still food from breakfast." Conner said lightly. "You can eat while I strip the bed."
Tim blushed at the mention of the bed. "I told you to shut up."
"Talking is one of my best skills, though." Conner whined.
"Just- help me get up and dressed." Tim ordered.
"Yes, sir." Conner responded, shifting underneath him.
It was kind of awkward, but Conner managed to slide out from under Tim and haul himself out of the bathtub. He moved over to collect towels for the both of them, wrapping one around his waist returning to Tim with a soft smile on his face.
"What's that expression for?" Tim asked Conner as he leaned down to help him to sit on the edge of the tub.
"Just enjoying the view."' Conner ran the extra towel he'd retrieved down Tim's legs. "You're really cute, Tim."
"You're ridiculous." Tim huffed, annoyed to be blushing again.
"You like it." Conner grinned, looking up at Tim from where he was kneeling, having just finished drying his legs.
"Unfortunately." Tim sighed.
"Unfortunately?" Conner sounded scandalized. "I'm a delight, Tim. It's an honor for you to have me."
"I know, I know." Tim acquiesced. "You just annoy the shit out of me, too."
"That's balance, sweetheart." Conner grinned again. "You can't get all good all the time or you'll get bored."
"I think it's probably impossible to get bored of you." Tim told Conner as he stood. "You're a new kind of weird every day."
"I can't decide if that's sweet or insulting." Conner tilted his head as he looked down at Tim.
"Say it's sweet and move on." Tim directed.
"Yes, sir." Conner grinned. "Now, clothes and food."
Tim felt only slightly disgruntled as Conner picked him up and carried him back into the bedroom.
Conner had, apparently, managed to follow through on all the dirty talk they'd shared, cause Tim could barely stand long enough to get pants on.
The great big idiot had a disgustingly smug grin tilting his lips as he moved Tim to the desk chair.
"Shut. Up." Tim forced out through gritted teeth, cheeks flaming again.
"I didn't say a word." Conner sounded overly innocent as he pressed a quick kiss to Tim's cheek.
"You didn't have to." Tim crossed his arms and legs, watching Conner move to grab the breakfast tray off the nightstand. "Have you forgotten I know you?"
"Course not." Conner returned and slid the tray onto the desk next to Tim. "I just like teasing you."
"Shut up and change the sheets." Tim huffed.
"Sure thing, doll." Conner kissed him again, quick and sweet.
Tim ignored the sickly-sweet squirm of affection in his belly, forcing himself to frown. "Stop trying to sweet talk me. The clean sheets are in the chest of drawers in the closet."
"God, you're annoying." Conner kissed him again, lingering. "I like you so much."
"Follow directions, you useless lump of meat." Tim leaned into the kiss.
"I wouldn't say I'm that useless." Conner grinned sharply. "I mean, you certainly put me to good use earlier and last night."
"You're still not following directions." Tim complained.
"I'm going." Conner kissed him one more time before he went to retrieve clean sheets from the closet.
You should say more.
Tim started picking at the charcuterie board breakfast Alfred had left, warmth in his cheeks and chest.
Watching Conner doing something so domestic felt . . . good.
It felt right.
Good god, Tim was soft.
Conner had managed to get all of the ruined laundry off the bed when the door suddenly slammed open.
Tim just about shot out of his seat, muscles twinging painfully at the sudden tenseness rushing through him. The figure that charged through the door was familiar, though, so at the very least, he didn't have to worry about dying.
"Robin!" Tim hissed as Damian kicked the door closed behind him. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Damian huffed as a response, gaze sliding over Conner with obvious disdain, even through his domino. Conner and Tim watched in matching horror as the brat stalked over, grabbed the back of Tim's chair and shoved him into the bathroom.
The door clicked shut behind them, and Tim did his best to spin around and face the kid.
"What are you doing, Damian?" Tim snapped.
"Tell him." Damian put his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning over Tim. "Cass and I agree."
"What?" Tim's brain was glitching, not quite processing what Damian was saying.
"Tell him." Damian repeated. "Cass said you told him your first name. Tell him the rest."
"What do you care?" Tim frowned at the kid. "What's your stake in it?"
"None of your fucking business." Damian leaned back, crossing his arms, defensive.
Tim narrowed his eyes, examining the slight flush high on his little brother's cheekbones. Damian was flustered, blushing, breaths slightly faster than normal. That could have been from the kid rushing up to the room, but Tim doubted it, Damian's stamina was better than that.
A realization made Tim grin, sharp as glass. "You figured it out."
"Are you brain damaged?" Damian snarled, blush spreading.
"You figured out you like Jon." Tim pressed on. "What did it? The fact that I got Conner?"
"Shut up, you useless piece of shit." Damian's blush was deepening even more. "Father needs to be more open with his friends. You can make him."
"You're a terrible liar, Dami." Tim snickered. "It's entirely because you like Jon."
"It isn't." Damian replied hotly.
"So you admit it's at least partially because you like Jon." Tim teased, reaching up to flick Damian between the eyes.
"Shut up." Damian caught his hand in an almost-crushing grip. "There are plenty of reasons to tell him. Just do it."
"You really wanna kiss Jon, huh?" Tim poked Damian in the belly with his free hand.
Damian squeezed Tim's hand tighter, catching the other one as well. "What I want is irrelevant. The question is if you will accept a half-assed relationship."
Tim was surprised at the depth of the question, mouth falling slightly open.
"Consider the answer to that question." Damian advised. "You have always had a habit of changing the world with your decisions. This one could shift the balance of everything for everyone."
Damian turned on his heel and yanked the bathroom door open.
"Hey-!" Tim scooted after him, using his toes to chase him towards the bedroom. "You can't just say that and leave!"
"Tch!" Damian scoffed, not pausing. "I can do what I like."
"Not who you like, if you don't watch your attitude." Tim called after him.
Conner's eyes were darting between them from where he was paused halfway through wrangling a fitted sheet onto the mattress.
Damian sent a withering glare over his shoulder at Tim. "You may have my respect and loyalty, but that does not mean I won't depose you, gut you, and leave you to the crows."
"You haven't tried to kill me for years, I know you're all talk." Tim used the bathroom doorframe to pull himself into the bedroom properly.
Damian scoffed again. "Fuck you."
"Fuck off." Tim flipped him the bird. "Cowardly bitch."
Damian scowled. "Whore."
"Asshat." Tim couldn't help a grin as Conner's expression turned wholly befuddled.
"Pincushion." Damian set a hand on the hallway door, face gentling.
"Eat shit." Tim smiled softer.
"Do it." Damian tilted his nose up. "Or I'll send Cass after you."
"You wouldn't." Tim narrowed his eyes at him.
"You know I would." A wicked grin tilted Damian's lips.
"Robin-." Tim began, but Damian opened the door and slid into the hall before he could say anything. "Damn brat."
"What was that?" Conner asked and Tim turned his attention to him.
"I know you know what it's like to have an annoying younger brother." Tim grumbled, scooting back towards the desk. "Mine is just especially annoying, because he's Batman's blood."
"He's actually Batman's kid? Like, biologically?" Conner looked startled.
"The one and only." Tim sighed, picking at the remains of breakfast again.
And he wants you to know who we are.
"Wait." Conner straightened up, abandoning the sheet. "The only biological child of Batman? Isn't he the youngest?"
"He is." Tim nodded. "The rest of us were adopted."
"Really?" Conner frowned. "If I had to guess which of you was related to Batman by blood I'd have said it was you, before today. You're like . . . identical to him. Just one . . . huh."
The look of bewilderment and surprise was painfully endearing.
"What? Is it really that surprising?" Tim tilted his head. "Seven kids is a lot for anyone to have biologically."
"It's just . . . where does he keep getting you from?" Conner started working on the fitted sheet again. "Does he have an orphan collection system, or-?"
"No." Tim laughed. "Just an adoption problem, though . . . it has been a while since he's collected a new one."
Conner could be a new one. Something in Tim whispered.
"Don't say that." Conner looked horrified. "You were right, seven kids is already too many."
Will you accept a half-assed relationship?
"Don't worry, he's aiming for grandkids next, not more actual kids." Tim told him, throwing a grape at his head. "Hood's gonna make it happen first, I think."
"He's . . . got a lady?" Conner snatched up the grape after it bounced off his shoulder.
Can you accept only half a life?
"Nah, the guy he's secretly shacked up with has a kid." Tim answered. "Gimme my phone."
"You pick such fascinating times to tell me things about your family." Conner tossed the grape into his mouth and grabbed Tim's phone off the nightstand to hand to him. "Hood has a kid, you skateboard, you're not Batman's biological kid, Robin is the only one who is, Black Bat's name is Cass, Batman wants grandkids. What next? You do drag for fun?"
"Only on every third Saturday." Tim took his phone, keeping his expression dead serious.
Conner sucked in a deep breath. "You-?"
"No." Tim let a grin split his face. "Not with any regularity."
"But you have done drag?" Conner asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Mhm." Tim unlocked his phone and opened his messaging app. "For a mission or two. And Halloween. They say I make a fairly pretty girl."
This is a bad idea.
"They?" Conner choked out.
"Everyone who's seen it." Tim stared at his phone, considering.
"Do I get to see it?" Conner sounded excited, hopeful.
"Maybe." Tim grinned, opening Bruce's contact.
Monumentally stupid.
"Maybe?" Conner's eyes were wide.
"Next time I do it, I'll send you a picture. How about that?" Tim offered, typing out the message.
Idiot, god you idiot!
You
I'm telling him everything <
"Sounds fine to me. " Conner grinned like an idiot.
"Sap." Tim locked his phone and turned it off, tossing it onto the desk before Bruce could reply.
"Most definitely." Conner leaned towards Tim, reaching out to snag the arms of his chair and drag him towards the bed. "It doesn't make you uncomfortable, though? Dressing as a woman?"
"It's just a costume." Tim told him, reaching out to slide his hands through the hair on the sides of Conner's head. "No more real than acting like a character in a play."
"Good." Conner leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
Tim closed his eyes and leaned into it, heart swelling.