FILL When I First Laid Eyes On You (2/?)manialollAugust 30 2011, 02:08:02 UTC
I'm so happy to be back writing this! Torturing Tim and everyone around him is just so much fun! XD Thank you for all your kind comments and patience, I hope this will be enjoyable! :D I noticed I had missed a vital part of OP's request in my first draft so I added in Tim having to actually explain the mission to Kon, I hope it fill in for the asking part... ^^;
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Tim practically ripped open the second drawer of the vanity, throwing haphazard makeup containers on the countertop. All where shiny and expensive-looking and also looked like they would harm the counter before it could harm them if Tim continued what he was doing. Still, Dick knew better than to touch him or even try to say anything now.
“Tt.” Venom colored the sound that Dick normally associated with the newest Robin. Tim looked like he was about to explode as he gripped the edge of the vanity to steady himself, glaring into his own eyes through the mirror. Without taking a breath he whipped around and stared Dick down. The former Nightwing did his best not to look away. Without looking away, Tim grabbed two golden cases from his mess and threw them at Dick with a sharp flick on the wrist. Dick caught them and tried not to think of what could have happened if they’d been batarangs. “Pink or gold?” Came through clenched teeth. Dick looked at the two sets of eye shadow in his hands.
“Gold.”
“My heels have silver on them.” Tim snapped at him.
“Gold goes with blue eyes. You have blue eyes.”
“Thanks.” He thanked him ever so curtly.
Tim didn’t wait for Dick to hand him the case, grabbing it right out of his hands instead to start applying it.
“Look, Tim-”
“What?” Tim’s tongue clicked and a drop of spit landed on the mirror. Dick whipped it away with his thumb, giving him the opportunity to get closer and maybe try to calm Tim with his presence or something. It didn’t really work but Tim did relax his shoulders slightly.
“I probably shouldn’t have-”
“No, you really shouldn’t have.”
“But-” Tim held up three tubes of lipstick. “Light coral. But, Tim, knowing you, if I hadn’t done anything-”
“I…” Tim interrupted, talking over him, and the minute he did, Dick felt grateful for it. Dick was in the wrong. He had totally overstepped his boundaries. Trying to explain himself now was pushing it. They both knew it. He had a point, and his heart was in the right place, but still, between this and the whole Robin thing… “I don’t forgive you. Not yet. But I’ll try not to give Damian a reason to kill you while I’m gone.” Tim applied his mascara as a finishing touch and left the room, starting down the stairs to get to the main hall and wait for Kon. Dick walked back into Tim’s room and collapsed on his bed, sighing to the ceiling and uselessly wondering if he should have done things differently.
Kon walked to the gates, thinking it more polite than just flying in. Tim whirled around, shoes grinding noisily against the previously pristine tile of the mansion, and climbed the stairs two by two in his heels without faltering. Alfred buzzed Kon in the gate. Tim found Dick in his bed. Dick sat up. Tim stomped his foot, making his heel clap against the shiny hardwood floor. Kon slowly made his way to the front door. Tim pushed Dick back down. Tim got angry again.
“How much does Kon know about the mission?”
“He knows to wear a suit?” Dick tried to sound casual. Tim huffed and stood up straight, a prickly ‘fuck you’ on the tip of his tongue. Good thing he thought of this before Kon got to the front door. Stupid Dick. He made sure to twist his knee hard into Dick’s chest before leaving.
“I’m letting Damian maim you for those pictures you took.” He snapped and walked out. His footsteps echoed down the stairs and into the main hall. He opened the door before Kon could knock.
“Hi-I’m… Tim?” Kon sputtered.
“…” And then all words left him. Tim blanked out, forgetting the mission, his anger, Dick, Damian, the dress he was wearing, Alfred standing behind him-Kon was wearing a suit.
Re: FILL When I First Laid Eyes On You (2/?)manialollSeptember 29 2012, 06:56:16 UTC
it says a lot about what tim might have felt by seeing kon in a suit if he was able to let go of all his fury and anger that was brewing b4 he opened the door to see kon.
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Tim practically ripped open the second drawer of the vanity, throwing haphazard makeup containers on the countertop. All where shiny and expensive-looking and also looked like they would harm the counter before it could harm them if Tim continued what he was doing. Still, Dick knew better than to touch him or even try to say anything now.
“Tt.” Venom colored the sound that Dick normally associated with the newest Robin. Tim looked like he was about to explode as he gripped the edge of the vanity to steady himself, glaring into his own eyes through the mirror. Without taking a breath he whipped around and stared Dick down. The former Nightwing did his best not to look away. Without looking away, Tim grabbed two golden cases from his mess and threw them at Dick with a sharp flick on the wrist. Dick caught them and tried not to think of what could have happened if they’d been batarangs. “Pink or gold?” Came through clenched teeth. Dick looked at the two sets of eye shadow in his hands.
“Gold.”
“My heels have silver on them.” Tim snapped at him.
“Gold goes with blue eyes. You have blue eyes.”
“Thanks.” He thanked him ever so curtly.
Tim didn’t wait for Dick to hand him the case, grabbing it right out of his hands instead to start applying it.
“Look, Tim-”
“What?” Tim’s tongue clicked and a drop of spit landed on the mirror. Dick whipped it away with his thumb, giving him the opportunity to get closer and maybe try to calm Tim with his presence or something. It didn’t really work but Tim did relax his shoulders slightly.
“I probably shouldn’t have-”
“No, you really shouldn’t have.”
“But-” Tim held up three tubes of lipstick. “Light coral. But, Tim, knowing you, if I hadn’t done anything-”
“I…” Tim interrupted, talking over him, and the minute he did, Dick felt grateful for it. Dick was in the wrong. He had totally overstepped his boundaries. Trying to explain himself now was pushing it. They both knew it. He had a point, and his heart was in the right place, but still, between this and the whole Robin thing… “I don’t forgive you. Not yet. But I’ll try not to give Damian a reason to kill you while I’m gone.” Tim applied his mascara as a finishing touch and left the room, starting down the stairs to get to the main hall and wait for Kon. Dick walked back into Tim’s room and collapsed on his bed, sighing to the ceiling and uselessly wondering if he should have done things differently.
Kon walked to the gates, thinking it more polite than just flying in. Tim whirled around, shoes grinding noisily against the previously pristine tile of the mansion, and climbed the stairs two by two in his heels without faltering. Alfred buzzed Kon in the gate. Tim found Dick in his bed. Dick sat up. Tim stomped his foot, making his heel clap against the shiny hardwood floor. Kon slowly made his way to the front door. Tim pushed Dick back down. Tim got angry again.
“How much does Kon know about the mission?”
“He knows to wear a suit?” Dick tried to sound casual. Tim huffed and stood up straight, a prickly ‘fuck you’ on the tip of his tongue. Good thing he thought of this before Kon got to the front door. Stupid Dick. He made sure to twist his knee hard into Dick’s chest before leaving.
“I’m letting Damian maim you for those pictures you took.” He snapped and walked out. His footsteps echoed down the stairs and into the main hall. He opened the door before Kon could knock.
“Hi-I’m… Tim?” Kon sputtered.
“…” And then all words left him. Tim blanked out, forgetting the mission, his anger, Dick, Damian, the dress he was wearing, Alfred standing behind him-Kon was wearing a suit.
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