Fic: Recharge; Part 6/6; DCU/Marvel; Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit); NC-17: COMPLETE
Title: Recharge
Part: 6/6
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Continuity: Current DCU comics verse cross over with Ultimate X-Men, to keep things simpler. However, Gambit is the 616 version because he’s cooler. If this sounds confusing, don’t worry. It makes sense in the context of the story.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Violence and sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 5,000 ish
Author's Notes: You have milleniumrex to thank for this chapter
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
7.
When Tim met up with Gambit again that morning, they were all business. Gambit shared his info with Tim, Tim shared his toys with Gambit and a few hours later found them parked near enough to the lab they were casing to be able to see it, but far enough that they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves.
It was clear from the moment they parked that Gambit was an old hat at the whole stake out business. He immediately found the ideal spot to park without any input from Tim. After they parked he immediately pushed his seat back and into a reclining position before leaning back and watching the building intently.
Another thing that was pretty clear from the outset was that Gambit was not used to being on stakeout with another person. He sat there tense as if considering what, exactly, he should be saying to Tim.
Tim was used to stake outs with other people. When he did stakeouts with Bruce they would work on his homework together. When he did stakeouts with Dick, they would spend hours talking about nonsense. When he did stakeouts with Steph they had mostly involved trying hard to resist a quick makeout session.
He was starting to wonder if stakeouts with Gambit would be anything like stakeouts with Steph.
The biggest problem Tim had with stake outs in general was not the boredom, the tedium, his ass falling asleep or how stuffy the car always got around hour four or so. Tim had become accustomed to all those things years ago; early in his tenure as Robin. The biggest problem Tim had with stakeouts was how well they lent themselves to introspection.
The last thing Tim wanted to be right now was to be introspective.
The worst part was that Tim knew it was exactly what he should be doing. The whole idea behind heading off to Hiro’s at the start of this was to be introspective. Here he was, days past his original timeline, and he was even further than ever from figuring out what he needed to do.
No, that wasn’t true. He knew what he needed to do.
He needed to take his GED and get out of high school. He gotten early acceptance into Princeton and now he needed to pull some strings over there so he would be able to start in the upcoming Spring semester rather than waiting until next fall. He needed to find a way to accelerate his degree so he could graduate and take over Wanye Enterprises. He needed to talk to Lucius about shadowing him so he could learn how to run Wayne Enterprises now that Bruce was gone because Dickie and Jay sure as hell couldn’t.
He needed to convince Dickie to move back home and share the Batman duties with him. He needed to finish his suit get back in touch with his contacts and the other capes in Gotham. He needed to make a new reputation for the new Batman.
He needed to let go of the Titans and hand everything over to Cassie. He needed to give her the training schedules, the files, the codes to the security systems and the keys to the cars. He needed to give her his insights on how to deal with each of the team members.
Tim knew exactly what he needed to do. He had a list a mile long. The only problem was that he was conflicted about all of those things.
He didn’t want to go to Princeton now. He wanted to go in the fall. He wanted to graduate high school with Zoanne and Ives and Craig. He wanted to finish college in four years and enjoy the experience.
He wanted to travel afterwards. Run all over the world taking pictures and fighting for justice with no one to worry about but himself and his camera.
He didn’t want to run Wayne Enterprises. Not now. He knew he would eventually but he wanted a few years of freedom to figure out what kind of person he really was before he had to become the person that everyone expected him to be.
He didn’t want to be Batman.
At all.
Period.
He didn’t want to be Batman with Dick. He didn’t want to be Batman alone. He didn’t want anyone but Bruce to be Batman.
Tim didn’t want to leave the Titans, either, because it felt a little too much like growing up and he didn’t want to be an adult. Not just yet. He felt like leaving was giving up the last vestiges of innocence he had left. He had buried his childhood in an empty field when he became Robin but being with Young Justice and the Titans had taught him how to be a kid again and how to enjoy it.
He didn’t want to lose that again.
It was his greatest solace in this whole mess.
So Tim sat in the car with Gambit and didn’t think about any of those things. He sat in the car and stared out the window and let all his worries roil around in his head but he refused to concentrate on any of them.
“You’re doing it again, mon cheri,” Gambit’s voice startled him a little and Tim looked up and over at him to find a smirk pulling at Gambit’s mouth.
“Doing what?” Tim asked crossly, trying hard not to think about Gambit’s mouth either.
“Thinking. Loudly.” Gambit explained and lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“No, I’m pointedly not thinking,” Tim informed him. “There’s a difference.”
“So what are you pointedly not thinking about?” Gambit asked in a drawl and there was an edge of smugness to his tone.
Tim shot him a sardonic look.
“Well I’m not, not thinking about making out with you, if that’s what you think,” Tim said and Gambit gave him a skeptical smile. “Trust me, stud, I’ve got bigger things to worry about than your tongue in my mouth.”
“I’ve got bigger things for you to worry about, too,” Gambit said suggestively, his accent thickening on the innuendo and Tim fought a smile.
“Clever,” he conceded, “but I’m not worried about that either.”
“So you think you can handle, Gambit, cheri?” Gambit teased with a smile and Tim fought back a laugh.
“’Handling’ you is not on the agenda,” he informed Gambit slyly.
“I think you need a more flexible agenda,” Gambit husked.
Tim rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I wish,” he said. “I get the impression that you have a very flexible agenda.”
“I always make time for ‘handling’,” Gambit agreed smugly and then Tim did laugh.
It was like Gambit had Dick’s suave self confidence with Kon’s bad pick up lines.
Gambit watched him laugh and tilted his head in consideration before he spoke.
“You know you’re much prettier when you smile?” he said and his voice was more serious than Tim would have liked.
“You do realized that I am not, in fact, a fourteen year old girl, right?” Tim asked with a sardonic smile.
“I mean it,” Gambit said and reached out a hand to brush Tim’s bangs out of his eyes.
Tim’s mood shifted suddenly and he stopped smiling.
“Let’s just keep an eye out for the shift change, alright?” he said flatly and looked out the window again.
It took them three shifts to realize that the change was every four hours. They decided to make their move at the four am shift change.
The plan was to go in through the side door that was closest to the lab they were hitting. They used one of Forge’s tools. It duplicated the key card code of the last person to go through one of the doors. The two of them slipped inside without a hitch.
Tim took a few seconds to get their bearings while Gambit dug out another device to freeze the cameras for a few moments while they crept past. They made their way through the hallways of the deserted facility with ease and alacrity.
Tim felt a small rush of satisfaction when Forge’s device worked for the lab security scanner as well. Tim tossed Gambit a triumphant look as he slipped into the room, Gambit grinned back at him and winked.
That was when everything went to hell.
“Who are you?” a terrified voice shouted at them from across the room. Tim had never wished he had one of his shurikan so badly in his life.
Gambit was across the room in the blink of an eye. He had the man restrained and silenced by the time Tim made his way over to them.
The man was clearly a scientist working late in the lab. He was small and pale in a way that suggested he didn’t get a lot of sun. His posture was terrible and his glasses were thick. Tim suspected he spent considerably more time hunched over equipment than out walking around the city. He smelled like cigarette smoke and bad microwave dinners.
The scientist was staring at Gambit, transfixed, with fear in his eyes. Small tremors wracked his cubby frame and he couldn’t seem to take his bloodshot eyes of Gambit’s glittering red ones.
Tim stepped in close and grabbed the man by the chin, breaking his eye lock with Gambit.
“Did you hit the panic button?” Tim asked him, deepening his voice to a rough menacing husk.
The scientist just stared at him, too terrified to speak. Tim narrowed his eyes and gripped the man’s shirt, pulling him in close.
“Did you hit the panic button?” he hissed at the scientist.
The man nodded his head dumbly and Gambit cursed and tossed the scientist to the ground.
“Time to go, cheri,” Gambit said and started for the door.
“No,” Tim said and heaved the man off the ground, already changing the plans in his head.
The original plan had been to take their time and search the lab for the power source they needed and then slip back out the way they had come in. The less electronic equipment they needed to mess with the less likely they were to get caught or detected.
It was time to change the plan.
“Where’s the Power Source?” Tim asked the man in a calm and even voice.
“N-not here,” the man stammered and Tim pursed his lips in frustration.
“Let’s go, cheri. There won’t be nobody to break us out of that prison once we get caught,” Gambit hissed at him as he nervously watched the door.
Tim ignored him and shook the scientist slightly.
“If it’s not here, then where is it?” he asked.
“L-lab F. Across the hall,” the man said.
“Where do you go to smoke?” Tim asked him as he pulled the scientist with him towards the door to the lab.
“What?” the scientist asked as he stumbled after Tim.
“Where do you go to smoke?” Tim asked again and let the frustration and anger drip into his tone. Gambit was glaring at him as he followed the two of them out of the lab and across the hall.
“There’s a fire escape around the corner. I pull out the wires on the handle so the alarm doesn’t go off,” the man explained, clearly in shock.
Shock was good. Shock made people more obedient.
Tim nodded to Gambit and flicked his head in the direction the scientist had indicated.
“Do it, I’ll meet you in a few seconds. If you hear security coming, just go. I’ll meet up with you later,” Tim instructed Gambit.
Gambit gave him a disapproving look and took off.
Tim rounded on the scientist again.
“Go get me the power source. If you stall or give me something else, I will beat you so badly your mother won’t recognize you,” Tim growled at him and the man started with fear before hurrying into the lab.
He went straight to a locker and pulled it open. He grabbed the device and rushed it over to Tim.
Tim nodded a thanks at him.
“You should probably tell them we were armed and threatening your life,” Tim suggested as he took the device from the man. “Also, you should tell them we were much bigger than we are.”
The man was still nodding dumbly as Tim took off down the hall after Gambit in a full sprint.
Tim could hear the security guards rushing down the hall, their boots loud and their voices urgent. They were shouting at the scientist by the time Tim made it back to Gambit.
Gambit was standing in the doorway, he had the large door propped open and he was making ‘hurry up’ gestures in Tim’s direction. Tim didn’t even slow down as he rushed out the door and took off down the alley towards their car. Gambit let the door slam shut and rushed after him.
They made it to the car, panting but exhilarated. Gambit beeped open the doors and he already had the car started and before Tim even got his door closed.
“One of the reasons I agreed to work with you was because you seemed like a ‘stick to the plan’ kind of guy. One that wouldn’t get me arrested,” Gambit hissed at him angrily as he pulled into traffic.
“When the parameters change, so does the plan,” Tim recited, still feeling the adrenaline high. “You can’t always change the circumstances, but you can change how you react to them.”
“I can see how that works. I went from wanting to fuck you to wanting to throttle you in a matter of minutes,” Gambit informed him angrily.
“That’s not true. You still want to fuck me,” Tim said smugly and Gambit glared at him.
“Anyone ever tell you that you are a holy terror?” Gambit asked him.
“Not in so many words,” Tim mused and smiled at Gambit.
Gambit’s face softened and he grinned wryly at Tim.
“So all it takes to get you to smile is to narrowly escape capture by large angry men?” Gambit asked him in his easy Cajun drawl.
“Looks like,” Tim answered, still smiling, as he reached for his phone to call Forge.
They headed back to Gambit’s safe house to collect the bits of Forge’s gear they had opted not to use. Tim’s energy was high and his skin was still buzzing with the adrenaline rush. His mind was completely occupied with thoughts of finishing up the stupid Phase Oscillator and getting home.
He was so preoccupied with thoughts of what was going to happen when he did manage to get back that he was taken completely by surprise when Gambit pulled him into his arms.
Tim looked up, eyes wide with surprise. Gambit grinned down him, his arms wrapped familiarly around Tim’s waist.
Tim took a deep breath and gave Gambit an even look.
“Gambit,” he began patiently, “we’ve been over this.”
“Remy,” Gambit husked and the sound of his heavy Cajun drawl made Tim want to curl his toes.
“What?”
“My name is Remy. Not Gambit,” Gambit, no Remy, clarified.
“Remy, then,” Tim sighed in frustration. “Like I said, we’ve been-“
“No, we haven’t. You just walked out,” Remy cut him off.
Tim pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels, trying to put some distance between them. The grip Remy had on his hips was light, but firm and he knew that there would be a particularly inelegant struggle if he tried to get away. A struggle in which the power source, that he still held between them, might get damaged.
“That didn’t make my feelings on the matter clear?” Tim asked skeptically.
“What’s your name?” Remy suddenly inquired.
“I told you, it’s Robin,” Tim answered tiredly, trying to figure out how, exactly, to extricate himself from this situation.
“No Little Bird, your real name,” Remy husked and smiled encouragingly at him.
“It’s… It’s Tim,” he answered and hoped that his reason for answering that question truthfully had everything to do with there not being a point to keeping his name a secret in this world and nothing at all to do with that damn smile.
“Please, just let me go,” Tim asked softly, looking away from Remy’s face.
“What happened to: You can’t always change the circumstances, but you can change how you react to them?” Remy asked him with that same unwavering smile.
Tim lifted his chin abruptly to glare at Remy. He hated having his words used against him.
“Which circumstances have changed?” Tim snapped, narrowing his eyes.
“Now I know your name,” Remy husked and nimbly plucked the power source from Tim’s hands to deposit it on the couch next to them. He pulled Tim in close, pressing Tim hard against his long, lean body as he spoke. “I know what you look like when you smile.”
Tim snorted and arched back away from Remy but Remy just leaned forward until his mouth was just bare inches from Tim’s.
“And now I know how you taste, my little bird. I like how you taste,” he whispered against Tim’s mouth.
Tim pursed his lips and just glared at Remy, refusing to allow himself to succumb to Remy’s attempts at seduction.
Remy chuckled against his mouth and the silken smooth sound of it made Tim want to shiver.
“You need to learn to live like you fight, cheri. Your life would be so much easier,” he laughed.
“What do you know about it?” Tim hissed.
“I know that your poor little back has more knots in it than my favorite climbing rope,” Remy informed him, illustrating his point by pressing nimble fingers cleverly into all the knotted muscles down Tim’s back.
Tim squirmed as his too-tense muscles were prodded. Even though Remy’s touch was light, it was still a bit painful.
“I know that you don’t sleep enough,” Remy went on, lifting a finger to bush at the dark circles under Tim’s eyes. “And I know that you don’t eat enough,” he said and smiled as he prodded Tim’s rib cage.
Tim grabbed Remy’s hand and locked his fingers, hard. Remy laughed and smiled down at Tim’s glaring face.
Then his eyes went serious again.
“I know you need to stop fighting against the things you want. You need to embrace your own needs and desires, cheri,” he told Tim and there was no teasing lilt in his voice now.
Tim swallowed and blinked hard. He tried not to think about all the responsibilities and burdens waiting for him at home.
“You’re just saying all that to get in my pants,” Tim shot back but there wasn’t any real vitriol in his tone.
“True,” Remy conceded with a smile, “but I also say it because I think you need to hear it. No one’s going to begrudge you living your life the way you need to, cheri.”
“Isn’t that selfish?” Tim asked with frustration in his tone.
“Living’s always selfish,” he told Tim and kissed him again.
This time, with the words ‘living’s always selfish’ flashing across his mind like a mantra, Tim kissed him back.
Remy groaned into his mouth with abject relief and Tim fought the urge to laugh into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Remy’s shoulders and felt him slump into the embrace.
Tim felt hot flush of desire he had kept mostly banked rush to the surface of his conscious mind as the full length of Remy’s body pressed up against his own. They were both wearing skin tight suits, X-men uniform rejects Tim had liberated from Beast, and Tim would have been able to feel every jut of bone and press of muscle along Remy’s body if not for the damn overcoat the man had insisted on wearing.
Remy’s mouth was warm and soft on his own. Tim shivered as the familiar sensation of rough stubble rubbing against his cheek skittered across his nerves. Remy coaxed Tim’s mouth open with wet, teasing kisses. He licked his way into Tim’s mouth and Tim shuddered as Remy’s hot tongue skated across his own.
Tim shivered and felt something hot and urgent clench in the pit of his stomach. His fingers scrabbled clumsily over Remy’s shoulders as he tried to push the large coat down off his back.
Remy shrugged his shoulders and let go of Tim’s hips only long enough to let the large coat fall to the floor at their feet.
Tim hummed gratefully into the kiss and ran his hands appreciatively over Remy’s shoulders and back. The muscles developed, similarly to his own, from years of practice with a bo.
Remy nipped lightly at the corner of Tim’s mouth before trailing biting little kisses down Tim’s jaw. Tim tensed in anticipation and when Remy reached his neck all the air rushed out of Tim’s lungs in a rush.
He sagged at the knees and moaned helplessly as a wave of dizzy pleasure washed over him. Tim clung to Remy’s shoulders and tried hard to stop the small hurt sounds that were slipping from his mouth with every light nip of Remy’s teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Oh you like that, cheri,” Remy husked and it was a statement, he didn’t even bother to ask. He just knew. He knew how much Tim liked what he was doing. How much Tim wanted it, wanted him.
Suddenly, Tim felt very naked and more turned on than he had ever been in his life. His shoulders shook and his erection ached as he shivered in Remy’s arms.
Remy whispered soft encouragements to him as he licked and nipped at the shell of Tim’s ear. His grip on Tim’s hips tightened as he lowered Tim to the arm of the sofa. Tim’s legs were splayed and his hips were arched when Gambit finished arranging him on the edge of couch.
A sharp, satisfied smile broke out across his mouth and reached down to pull Tim’s shirt off in one long, smooth gesture. Remy tossed it to the floor before pulling his own shirt off and coming down on top of Tim, pressing their bare chests together with a long, heart felt groan.
He was whispering to Tim in French and running his hands down Tim’s bare sides but Tim was too far gone to even try to decipher what, exactly, Remy was saying to him. He just arched his hips, rubbing himself against the hard muscles of Remy’s stomach.
His breath was coming in short, hot pants and Remy was kissing his way down Tim’s chest and belly. Tim didn’t even consider resisting the urge to arch and squirm under Rmey’s mouth. Every involuntary contortion of his frame rubbed his erection, hard and perfect, against the firm muscle of Remy’s body.
Tim was rock hard and starting to leak pre come into his tight black pants. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling with the sensations that Remy was coaxing from his over stimulated frame.
He groaned helplessly and blinked down to find Remy looking up at him with hot, glittering red eyes. The image of a mongoose hypnotizing a snake came abruptly back to mind and bit his lip and lifted his arms to bury his hands in the thick mass of hair that was falling over Remy’s eyes.
Remy made a pleased noise and said something else in French before flicking open the fly of Tim’s pants and pulling them down off his legs. He stood up and stopped touching Tim for the first time since Tim had kissed him.
He reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and tossed Tim a condom before dropping the wallet to the floor. He lifted one hand to his mouth, slipping his fingers inside while he used the other to grab one of Tim’s ankles. He pulled Tim’s leg over one of his shoulders, spreading Tim wide.
Tim fumbled with the condom, his clumsy fingers flipping it over and over again as he checked for holes and searched for the expiration date. The words ‘lubricated condom best before 03/12’ flashed across Tim’s mind before Remy’s spit slicked fingers slipped inside him and his vision went white.
He forgot the date, he forgot the year, he forgot about dignity and discretion as he arched onto Remy’s fingers and moaned. Tim had fingered himself before but Remy’s fingers were better. Longer, thicker and expert as they fucked their way inside of Tim and played lightly against his prostate. A flush of heat suffused Tim’s whole being as groaned and shook and fucked himself on Remy’s fingers.
Remy’s mouth was moving and he was running a soothing hand over Tim’s thigh but the buzzing in Tim’s ears and the urgent ache in his cock made him less than interested in what Remy was trying to convey.
He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and glared meaningfully up at Remy as he reached down and rolled the condom over Remy’s erection.
Remy’s head flew back and he let out a long, low moan, as Tim’s fingers worked the condom down over his hot cock. When he looked back down at Tim his teeth were clenched and there was a very determined light in his eye.
Remy grabbed Tim by the ankle again, wrapping it around his neck before he took his cock in his hand and pressed himself into Tim.
Tim closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and arched his hips as Remy pressed inside. He was so much bigger, so much better than his fingers had been.
He dimly heard Remy cursing over him in French as he pushed himself all the way inside.
Sweat broke over Tim’s chest and Remy’s forehead and they were both making soft, inarticulate sounds now as Remy started to slowly fuck him.
It didn’t take long before Tim started to beg. He wanted it harder, he wanted it faster, he wanted more and he wanted it now. He practically shouted this at Remy but he wasn’t even sure if Remy could understand him at this point because he had long since stop speaking English.
Despite it all, Remy seemed to know what it wanted. Either that or it was exactly what Remy wanted too.
His grip tightened on Tim’s legs and his hips snapped in an unsteady rhythm as he panted and groaned and begged in French.
Tim arched to meet each thrust, his muscles tensed and his body taunt. He reached down a hand to fist his cock and Remy groaned at the sight. His tone shifted from pleading to coaxing and Tim couldn’t help but jerk himself off, hard and fast and perfect.
He came with a frantic shout as he shook and gasped and shattered in Remy’s arms.
^*^*^*^*^*^
It was three days after the kid had left when the package arrived in the mail. Remy had been feeling unexpectedly morose since Tim had left. Remy was used to loving and leaving his various partners. He was not used to it being the other way around.
He didn’t like it.
He had woken up on the couch the morning after their little interlude, alone and still sticky with spit and sweat and come.
Things had gone down hill since then.
He used his keys to open the tape on the package and pulled out a small device that looked a little like a game consol controller.
Remy stared at it in confusion for several moments before reaching into the box for the note that had come with it.
A large grin spread over his face as he read the note.
Just in case circumstances change…
-T
-End
A/N: Dooooooooooooone! :D It topped out around 20,000 words.
The first one of you to ask me for a sequel will be dragged out into the street and shot.
Part: 6/6
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Continuity: Current DCU comics verse cross over with Ultimate X-Men, to keep things simpler. However, Gambit is the 616 version because he’s cooler. If this sounds confusing, don’t worry. It makes sense in the context of the story.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Violence and sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 5,000 ish
Author's Notes: You have milleniumrex to thank for this chapter
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
7.
When Tim met up with Gambit again that morning, they were all business. Gambit shared his info with Tim, Tim shared his toys with Gambit and a few hours later found them parked near enough to the lab they were casing to be able to see it, but far enough that they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves.
It was clear from the moment they parked that Gambit was an old hat at the whole stake out business. He immediately found the ideal spot to park without any input from Tim. After they parked he immediately pushed his seat back and into a reclining position before leaning back and watching the building intently.
Another thing that was pretty clear from the outset was that Gambit was not used to being on stakeout with another person. He sat there tense as if considering what, exactly, he should be saying to Tim.
Tim was used to stake outs with other people. When he did stakeouts with Bruce they would work on his homework together. When he did stakeouts with Dick, they would spend hours talking about nonsense. When he did stakeouts with Steph they had mostly involved trying hard to resist a quick makeout session.
He was starting to wonder if stakeouts with Gambit would be anything like stakeouts with Steph.
The biggest problem Tim had with stake outs in general was not the boredom, the tedium, his ass falling asleep or how stuffy the car always got around hour four or so. Tim had become accustomed to all those things years ago; early in his tenure as Robin. The biggest problem Tim had with stakeouts was how well they lent themselves to introspection.
The last thing Tim wanted to be right now was to be introspective.
The worst part was that Tim knew it was exactly what he should be doing. The whole idea behind heading off to Hiro’s at the start of this was to be introspective. Here he was, days past his original timeline, and he was even further than ever from figuring out what he needed to do.
No, that wasn’t true. He knew what he needed to do.
He needed to take his GED and get out of high school. He gotten early acceptance into Princeton and now he needed to pull some strings over there so he would be able to start in the upcoming Spring semester rather than waiting until next fall. He needed to find a way to accelerate his degree so he could graduate and take over Wanye Enterprises. He needed to talk to Lucius about shadowing him so he could learn how to run Wayne Enterprises now that Bruce was gone because Dickie and Jay sure as hell couldn’t.
He needed to convince Dickie to move back home and share the Batman duties with him. He needed to finish his suit get back in touch with his contacts and the other capes in Gotham. He needed to make a new reputation for the new Batman.
He needed to let go of the Titans and hand everything over to Cassie. He needed to give her the training schedules, the files, the codes to the security systems and the keys to the cars. He needed to give her his insights on how to deal with each of the team members.
Tim knew exactly what he needed to do. He had a list a mile long. The only problem was that he was conflicted about all of those things.
He didn’t want to go to Princeton now. He wanted to go in the fall. He wanted to graduate high school with Zoanne and Ives and Craig. He wanted to finish college in four years and enjoy the experience.
He wanted to travel afterwards. Run all over the world taking pictures and fighting for justice with no one to worry about but himself and his camera.
He didn’t want to run Wayne Enterprises. Not now. He knew he would eventually but he wanted a few years of freedom to figure out what kind of person he really was before he had to become the person that everyone expected him to be.
He didn’t want to be Batman.
At all.
Period.
He didn’t want to be Batman with Dick. He didn’t want to be Batman alone. He didn’t want anyone but Bruce to be Batman.
Tim didn’t want to leave the Titans, either, because it felt a little too much like growing up and he didn’t want to be an adult. Not just yet. He felt like leaving was giving up the last vestiges of innocence he had left. He had buried his childhood in an empty field when he became Robin but being with Young Justice and the Titans had taught him how to be a kid again and how to enjoy it.
He didn’t want to lose that again.
It was his greatest solace in this whole mess.
So Tim sat in the car with Gambit and didn’t think about any of those things. He sat in the car and stared out the window and let all his worries roil around in his head but he refused to concentrate on any of them.
“You’re doing it again, mon cheri,” Gambit’s voice startled him a little and Tim looked up and over at him to find a smirk pulling at Gambit’s mouth.
“Doing what?” Tim asked crossly, trying hard not to think about Gambit’s mouth either.
“Thinking. Loudly.” Gambit explained and lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“No, I’m pointedly not thinking,” Tim informed him. “There’s a difference.”
“So what are you pointedly not thinking about?” Gambit asked in a drawl and there was an edge of smugness to his tone.
Tim shot him a sardonic look.
“Well I’m not, not thinking about making out with you, if that’s what you think,” Tim said and Gambit gave him a skeptical smile. “Trust me, stud, I’ve got bigger things to worry about than your tongue in my mouth.”
“I’ve got bigger things for you to worry about, too,” Gambit said suggestively, his accent thickening on the innuendo and Tim fought a smile.
“Clever,” he conceded, “but I’m not worried about that either.”
“So you think you can handle, Gambit, cheri?” Gambit teased with a smile and Tim fought back a laugh.
“’Handling’ you is not on the agenda,” he informed Gambit slyly.
“I think you need a more flexible agenda,” Gambit husked.
Tim rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I wish,” he said. “I get the impression that you have a very flexible agenda.”
“I always make time for ‘handling’,” Gambit agreed smugly and then Tim did laugh.
It was like Gambit had Dick’s suave self confidence with Kon’s bad pick up lines.
Gambit watched him laugh and tilted his head in consideration before he spoke.
“You know you’re much prettier when you smile?” he said and his voice was more serious than Tim would have liked.
“You do realized that I am not, in fact, a fourteen year old girl, right?” Tim asked with a sardonic smile.
“I mean it,” Gambit said and reached out a hand to brush Tim’s bangs out of his eyes.
Tim’s mood shifted suddenly and he stopped smiling.
“Let’s just keep an eye out for the shift change, alright?” he said flatly and looked out the window again.
It took them three shifts to realize that the change was every four hours. They decided to make their move at the four am shift change.
The plan was to go in through the side door that was closest to the lab they were hitting. They used one of Forge’s tools. It duplicated the key card code of the last person to go through one of the doors. The two of them slipped inside without a hitch.
Tim took a few seconds to get their bearings while Gambit dug out another device to freeze the cameras for a few moments while they crept past. They made their way through the hallways of the deserted facility with ease and alacrity.
Tim felt a small rush of satisfaction when Forge’s device worked for the lab security scanner as well. Tim tossed Gambit a triumphant look as he slipped into the room, Gambit grinned back at him and winked.
That was when everything went to hell.
“Who are you?” a terrified voice shouted at them from across the room. Tim had never wished he had one of his shurikan so badly in his life.
Gambit was across the room in the blink of an eye. He had the man restrained and silenced by the time Tim made his way over to them.
The man was clearly a scientist working late in the lab. He was small and pale in a way that suggested he didn’t get a lot of sun. His posture was terrible and his glasses were thick. Tim suspected he spent considerably more time hunched over equipment than out walking around the city. He smelled like cigarette smoke and bad microwave dinners.
The scientist was staring at Gambit, transfixed, with fear in his eyes. Small tremors wracked his cubby frame and he couldn’t seem to take his bloodshot eyes of Gambit’s glittering red ones.
Tim stepped in close and grabbed the man by the chin, breaking his eye lock with Gambit.
“Did you hit the panic button?” Tim asked him, deepening his voice to a rough menacing husk.
The scientist just stared at him, too terrified to speak. Tim narrowed his eyes and gripped the man’s shirt, pulling him in close.
“Did you hit the panic button?” he hissed at the scientist.
The man nodded his head dumbly and Gambit cursed and tossed the scientist to the ground.
“Time to go, cheri,” Gambit said and started for the door.
“No,” Tim said and heaved the man off the ground, already changing the plans in his head.
The original plan had been to take their time and search the lab for the power source they needed and then slip back out the way they had come in. The less electronic equipment they needed to mess with the less likely they were to get caught or detected.
It was time to change the plan.
“Where’s the Power Source?” Tim asked the man in a calm and even voice.
“N-not here,” the man stammered and Tim pursed his lips in frustration.
“Let’s go, cheri. There won’t be nobody to break us out of that prison once we get caught,” Gambit hissed at him as he nervously watched the door.
Tim ignored him and shook the scientist slightly.
“If it’s not here, then where is it?” he asked.
“L-lab F. Across the hall,” the man said.
“Where do you go to smoke?” Tim asked him as he pulled the scientist with him towards the door to the lab.
“What?” the scientist asked as he stumbled after Tim.
“Where do you go to smoke?” Tim asked again and let the frustration and anger drip into his tone. Gambit was glaring at him as he followed the two of them out of the lab and across the hall.
“There’s a fire escape around the corner. I pull out the wires on the handle so the alarm doesn’t go off,” the man explained, clearly in shock.
Shock was good. Shock made people more obedient.
Tim nodded to Gambit and flicked his head in the direction the scientist had indicated.
“Do it, I’ll meet you in a few seconds. If you hear security coming, just go. I’ll meet up with you later,” Tim instructed Gambit.
Gambit gave him a disapproving look and took off.
Tim rounded on the scientist again.
“Go get me the power source. If you stall or give me something else, I will beat you so badly your mother won’t recognize you,” Tim growled at him and the man started with fear before hurrying into the lab.
He went straight to a locker and pulled it open. He grabbed the device and rushed it over to Tim.
Tim nodded a thanks at him.
“You should probably tell them we were armed and threatening your life,” Tim suggested as he took the device from the man. “Also, you should tell them we were much bigger than we are.”
The man was still nodding dumbly as Tim took off down the hall after Gambit in a full sprint.
Tim could hear the security guards rushing down the hall, their boots loud and their voices urgent. They were shouting at the scientist by the time Tim made it back to Gambit.
Gambit was standing in the doorway, he had the large door propped open and he was making ‘hurry up’ gestures in Tim’s direction. Tim didn’t even slow down as he rushed out the door and took off down the alley towards their car. Gambit let the door slam shut and rushed after him.
They made it to the car, panting but exhilarated. Gambit beeped open the doors and he already had the car started and before Tim even got his door closed.
“One of the reasons I agreed to work with you was because you seemed like a ‘stick to the plan’ kind of guy. One that wouldn’t get me arrested,” Gambit hissed at him angrily as he pulled into traffic.
“When the parameters change, so does the plan,” Tim recited, still feeling the adrenaline high. “You can’t always change the circumstances, but you can change how you react to them.”
“I can see how that works. I went from wanting to fuck you to wanting to throttle you in a matter of minutes,” Gambit informed him angrily.
“That’s not true. You still want to fuck me,” Tim said smugly and Gambit glared at him.
“Anyone ever tell you that you are a holy terror?” Gambit asked him.
“Not in so many words,” Tim mused and smiled at Gambit.
Gambit’s face softened and he grinned wryly at Tim.
“So all it takes to get you to smile is to narrowly escape capture by large angry men?” Gambit asked him in his easy Cajun drawl.
“Looks like,” Tim answered, still smiling, as he reached for his phone to call Forge.
They headed back to Gambit’s safe house to collect the bits of Forge’s gear they had opted not to use. Tim’s energy was high and his skin was still buzzing with the adrenaline rush. His mind was completely occupied with thoughts of finishing up the stupid Phase Oscillator and getting home.
He was so preoccupied with thoughts of what was going to happen when he did manage to get back that he was taken completely by surprise when Gambit pulled him into his arms.
Tim looked up, eyes wide with surprise. Gambit grinned down him, his arms wrapped familiarly around Tim’s waist.
Tim took a deep breath and gave Gambit an even look.
“Gambit,” he began patiently, “we’ve been over this.”
“Remy,” Gambit husked and the sound of his heavy Cajun drawl made Tim want to curl his toes.
“What?”
“My name is Remy. Not Gambit,” Gambit, no Remy, clarified.
“Remy, then,” Tim sighed in frustration. “Like I said, we’ve been-“
“No, we haven’t. You just walked out,” Remy cut him off.
Tim pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels, trying to put some distance between them. The grip Remy had on his hips was light, but firm and he knew that there would be a particularly inelegant struggle if he tried to get away. A struggle in which the power source, that he still held between them, might get damaged.
“That didn’t make my feelings on the matter clear?” Tim asked skeptically.
“What’s your name?” Remy suddenly inquired.
“I told you, it’s Robin,” Tim answered tiredly, trying to figure out how, exactly, to extricate himself from this situation.
“No Little Bird, your real name,” Remy husked and smiled encouragingly at him.
“It’s… It’s Tim,” he answered and hoped that his reason for answering that question truthfully had everything to do with there not being a point to keeping his name a secret in this world and nothing at all to do with that damn smile.
“Please, just let me go,” Tim asked softly, looking away from Remy’s face.
“What happened to: You can’t always change the circumstances, but you can change how you react to them?” Remy asked him with that same unwavering smile.
Tim lifted his chin abruptly to glare at Remy. He hated having his words used against him.
“Which circumstances have changed?” Tim snapped, narrowing his eyes.
“Now I know your name,” Remy husked and nimbly plucked the power source from Tim’s hands to deposit it on the couch next to them. He pulled Tim in close, pressing Tim hard against his long, lean body as he spoke. “I know what you look like when you smile.”
Tim snorted and arched back away from Remy but Remy just leaned forward until his mouth was just bare inches from Tim’s.
“And now I know how you taste, my little bird. I like how you taste,” he whispered against Tim’s mouth.
Tim pursed his lips and just glared at Remy, refusing to allow himself to succumb to Remy’s attempts at seduction.
Remy chuckled against his mouth and the silken smooth sound of it made Tim want to shiver.
“You need to learn to live like you fight, cheri. Your life would be so much easier,” he laughed.
“What do you know about it?” Tim hissed.
“I know that your poor little back has more knots in it than my favorite climbing rope,” Remy informed him, illustrating his point by pressing nimble fingers cleverly into all the knotted muscles down Tim’s back.
Tim squirmed as his too-tense muscles were prodded. Even though Remy’s touch was light, it was still a bit painful.
“I know that you don’t sleep enough,” Remy went on, lifting a finger to bush at the dark circles under Tim’s eyes. “And I know that you don’t eat enough,” he said and smiled as he prodded Tim’s rib cage.
Tim grabbed Remy’s hand and locked his fingers, hard. Remy laughed and smiled down at Tim’s glaring face.
Then his eyes went serious again.
“I know you need to stop fighting against the things you want. You need to embrace your own needs and desires, cheri,” he told Tim and there was no teasing lilt in his voice now.
Tim swallowed and blinked hard. He tried not to think about all the responsibilities and burdens waiting for him at home.
“You’re just saying all that to get in my pants,” Tim shot back but there wasn’t any real vitriol in his tone.
“True,” Remy conceded with a smile, “but I also say it because I think you need to hear it. No one’s going to begrudge you living your life the way you need to, cheri.”
“Isn’t that selfish?” Tim asked with frustration in his tone.
“Living’s always selfish,” he told Tim and kissed him again.
This time, with the words ‘living’s always selfish’ flashing across his mind like a mantra, Tim kissed him back.
Remy groaned into his mouth with abject relief and Tim fought the urge to laugh into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Remy’s shoulders and felt him slump into the embrace.
Tim felt hot flush of desire he had kept mostly banked rush to the surface of his conscious mind as the full length of Remy’s body pressed up against his own. They were both wearing skin tight suits, X-men uniform rejects Tim had liberated from Beast, and Tim would have been able to feel every jut of bone and press of muscle along Remy’s body if not for the damn overcoat the man had insisted on wearing.
Remy’s mouth was warm and soft on his own. Tim shivered as the familiar sensation of rough stubble rubbing against his cheek skittered across his nerves. Remy coaxed Tim’s mouth open with wet, teasing kisses. He licked his way into Tim’s mouth and Tim shuddered as Remy’s hot tongue skated across his own.
Tim shivered and felt something hot and urgent clench in the pit of his stomach. His fingers scrabbled clumsily over Remy’s shoulders as he tried to push the large coat down off his back.
Remy shrugged his shoulders and let go of Tim’s hips only long enough to let the large coat fall to the floor at their feet.
Tim hummed gratefully into the kiss and ran his hands appreciatively over Remy’s shoulders and back. The muscles developed, similarly to his own, from years of practice with a bo.
Remy nipped lightly at the corner of Tim’s mouth before trailing biting little kisses down Tim’s jaw. Tim tensed in anticipation and when Remy reached his neck all the air rushed out of Tim’s lungs in a rush.
He sagged at the knees and moaned helplessly as a wave of dizzy pleasure washed over him. Tim clung to Remy’s shoulders and tried hard to stop the small hurt sounds that were slipping from his mouth with every light nip of Remy’s teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Oh you like that, cheri,” Remy husked and it was a statement, he didn’t even bother to ask. He just knew. He knew how much Tim liked what he was doing. How much Tim wanted it, wanted him.
Suddenly, Tim felt very naked and more turned on than he had ever been in his life. His shoulders shook and his erection ached as he shivered in Remy’s arms.
Remy whispered soft encouragements to him as he licked and nipped at the shell of Tim’s ear. His grip on Tim’s hips tightened as he lowered Tim to the arm of the sofa. Tim’s legs were splayed and his hips were arched when Gambit finished arranging him on the edge of couch.
A sharp, satisfied smile broke out across his mouth and reached down to pull Tim’s shirt off in one long, smooth gesture. Remy tossed it to the floor before pulling his own shirt off and coming down on top of Tim, pressing their bare chests together with a long, heart felt groan.
He was whispering to Tim in French and running his hands down Tim’s bare sides but Tim was too far gone to even try to decipher what, exactly, Remy was saying to him. He just arched his hips, rubbing himself against the hard muscles of Remy’s stomach.
His breath was coming in short, hot pants and Remy was kissing his way down Tim’s chest and belly. Tim didn’t even consider resisting the urge to arch and squirm under Rmey’s mouth. Every involuntary contortion of his frame rubbed his erection, hard and perfect, against the firm muscle of Remy’s body.
Tim was rock hard and starting to leak pre come into his tight black pants. Every nerve ending in his body was tingling with the sensations that Remy was coaxing from his over stimulated frame.
He groaned helplessly and blinked down to find Remy looking up at him with hot, glittering red eyes. The image of a mongoose hypnotizing a snake came abruptly back to mind and bit his lip and lifted his arms to bury his hands in the thick mass of hair that was falling over Remy’s eyes.
Remy made a pleased noise and said something else in French before flicking open the fly of Tim’s pants and pulling them down off his legs. He stood up and stopped touching Tim for the first time since Tim had kissed him.
He reached into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and tossed Tim a condom before dropping the wallet to the floor. He lifted one hand to his mouth, slipping his fingers inside while he used the other to grab one of Tim’s ankles. He pulled Tim’s leg over one of his shoulders, spreading Tim wide.
Tim fumbled with the condom, his clumsy fingers flipping it over and over again as he checked for holes and searched for the expiration date. The words ‘lubricated condom best before 03/12’ flashed across Tim’s mind before Remy’s spit slicked fingers slipped inside him and his vision went white.
He forgot the date, he forgot the year, he forgot about dignity and discretion as he arched onto Remy’s fingers and moaned. Tim had fingered himself before but Remy’s fingers were better. Longer, thicker and expert as they fucked their way inside of Tim and played lightly against his prostate. A flush of heat suffused Tim’s whole being as groaned and shook and fucked himself on Remy’s fingers.
Remy’s mouth was moving and he was running a soothing hand over Tim’s thigh but the buzzing in Tim’s ears and the urgent ache in his cock made him less than interested in what Remy was trying to convey.
He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and glared meaningfully up at Remy as he reached down and rolled the condom over Remy’s erection.
Remy’s head flew back and he let out a long, low moan, as Tim’s fingers worked the condom down over his hot cock. When he looked back down at Tim his teeth were clenched and there was a very determined light in his eye.
Remy grabbed Tim by the ankle again, wrapping it around his neck before he took his cock in his hand and pressed himself into Tim.
Tim closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and arched his hips as Remy pressed inside. He was so much bigger, so much better than his fingers had been.
He dimly heard Remy cursing over him in French as he pushed himself all the way inside.
Sweat broke over Tim’s chest and Remy’s forehead and they were both making soft, inarticulate sounds now as Remy started to slowly fuck him.
It didn’t take long before Tim started to beg. He wanted it harder, he wanted it faster, he wanted more and he wanted it now. He practically shouted this at Remy but he wasn’t even sure if Remy could understand him at this point because he had long since stop speaking English.
Despite it all, Remy seemed to know what it wanted. Either that or it was exactly what Remy wanted too.
His grip tightened on Tim’s legs and his hips snapped in an unsteady rhythm as he panted and groaned and begged in French.
Tim arched to meet each thrust, his muscles tensed and his body taunt. He reached down a hand to fist his cock and Remy groaned at the sight. His tone shifted from pleading to coaxing and Tim couldn’t help but jerk himself off, hard and fast and perfect.
He came with a frantic shout as he shook and gasped and shattered in Remy’s arms.
^*^*^*^*^*^
It was three days after the kid had left when the package arrived in the mail. Remy had been feeling unexpectedly morose since Tim had left. Remy was used to loving and leaving his various partners. He was not used to it being the other way around.
He didn’t like it.
He had woken up on the couch the morning after their little interlude, alone and still sticky with spit and sweat and come.
Things had gone down hill since then.
He used his keys to open the tape on the package and pulled out a small device that looked a little like a game consol controller.
Remy stared at it in confusion for several moments before reaching into the box for the note that had come with it.
A large grin spread over his face as he read the note.
Just in case circumstances change…
-T
-End
A/N: Dooooooooooooone! :D It topped out around 20,000 words.
The first one of you to ask me for a sequel will be dragged out into the street and shot.