fic: The Fedora
Title: The Fedora
Author: darthbatgirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG
Characters: Dick/Tim
Summary: Tim impulse buys
Word Count: 478
Warning: random fluff
A/N: no real reason for this fic other than to put Tim in a fedora.
Tim ran his fingers over the soft felt of the hat, a soft smile pulled at his lips It was a light tawny brown, a crease down the crown, pinched in the front. Tim had loved it as soon as he saw it in the store. He picked it up and placed it on his head at a angle and grinned at his reflection in the mirror.
“Someone got a new hat,” Dick said from his place leaning against Tim's door. “ I don't think I've ever seen you spend so much time in front of the mirror before.”
Tim laughed quietly, “Don't worry, I'm sure I'm not anywhere near your record for primping.”
Dick grinned as he came in the room and stood behind Tim looking at their combined reflection. “So what's with the new look? Going all 20's playboy on me?”
“No, I just like fedoras,” Tim shrugged as he straightened the hat a little. “They just have a classic look to them. They always seemed to make the guys who wore them just seemed so much more confident.”
Dick nuzzled Tim's cheek as he wrapped his arms around Tim's waist, “Don't think you're lacking in the confidence department little bird.”
Tim sighed happily in Dick's embrace, “Facing down an army of ninjas is no problem, one of Bruce's charity balls on the other hand . . “
“You do fine.”
“I fake it,” Tim said as he turned around in Dick's arms leaning up to kiss the side oh his mouth.
Dick laughed at that as he tightened one arm around Tim's waist and took one of Tim's hands, threading their fingers together and leading him into a dance. “You'll forgive me if I don't believe you.”
“So I got you fooled too,” Tim grinned as he laid his cheek on Dick's shoulder. “Why do you think I always stick so close to you at parties? It's much easier to let you handle the debs and their grabby hands.”
Dick chuckled as they danced around Tim's room. “And here I just thought you liked hanging around me for my sparkling personality,” Dick said as he dipped Tim. “So you think a fedora going to make you all suave and debonaire?”
Tim laughed as he grabbed for his hat to keep it falling off his head, “Well I can always hope.”
Dick took the opportunity to lean in and kiss Tim's throat, “My beautiful little bird, you are already those things, and so much more.”
“You're biased,” Tim said as Dick righted Tim up and pulled him close.
“Happily yes,” Dick breathed against Tim's lips before kissing him slowly. As they parted Dick traced the brim of the fedora with a finger, “I Really like your hat.”