FILL When I First Laid Eyes On You (1/?)
anonymous
August 7 2011, 15:10:16 UTC
I'm leaving for 3 weeks without a computer but I'll upload more when I come back :) Part 1 kinda hints at some one-sided Tim/Dick. It just happened... but if that's not your thing, it's only hinted, so hopefully it's easy enough to pretend it's not there?
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“Don’t you think they’ll know they’re looking straight at Tim Drake-Wayne in a dress?”
Tim carefully picked up the drycleaner’s bag from his bed and slid the zipper down slowly, letting the low buzzing sound tickle his ears. Taking the dress out, he brushed his hand against the material and closed his eyes to feel it more. He sighed once, softly, then opened his eyes. Alfred has sewn each of the Robins dresses custom for times like these. Tim’s new one had short flowing sleeves to hide the bulk of his shoulders and a deep crew neck to divert from his Adam’s apple. It rested above his knees, showing off his legs, and had a bit of ruffle at the bottom. In the bag were also a red silk sash to accentuate his non-existent waist and an ornate broche with a large blue agate at the center. He picked up the items and squeezed the metallic contraption in a loose fist. The corners dug into his skin and the stone felt cool against his skin until it started warming up to him. It also doubled as a pepper spray shooter. He could use that right about now. He slipped into darker thought and the silk slipped from his fingers, landing on his feet gracefully. He bent to pick it up.
“That’s the thing; it’s a completely new crowd. Younger. Loaded. Untested. Dangerous.” Dick’s voice wobbled a bit as Tim smirked at him from between his own legs, very much aware of the way his ass curved up. He heard him swallow. Bastard deserved it.
Setting the dress and its accessories back on the bed, Tim tugged the hem of his casual shirt upward, stretching languorously as he took it off. He heard his joints pop and couldn’t help the satisfactory grin that tugged at his lips. He undid the first button of his jeans and the zip came undone by itself when he pushed them down. Stepping out of them, he took off his socks and ran a hand up his smooth leg as he stood back straight; he had shaved earlier that day.
“I’m too old for this, Dick.”
His expression was nonchalant as he glanced at his older adopted brother, though his eyes clearly hinted at which piece of clothing was to be removed next. Dick turned around and looked out the window, opening it when he noticed he could still see Tim in the glass’s reflection. Gotham’s air was lukewarm and damp and smelled like concrete. Tim took out a padded bra and special panties from his top drawer as though this were a normal thing for him, slipped into them, and tied the bra on like a pro.
“Look… I’m friendly but I’m not a miracle worker. It’s going to take a lot more time with Damian before he lets me put a dress on him.” Dick told the night.
Tim slid the dress on, using his nimble fingers to direct the fabric in the right direction. Sensing that enough time had passed, Dick turned around and looked Tim over while he fussed with his dress. He knew he was still in bad standings with Tim, and it’d be a horrible idea to voice this out loud either way, but Tim was wrong; in Dick’s eyes, he still looked mighty fine cross-dressing for justice.
“Yeah, well, imagine what he’ll think of me after he sees me in this.” Tim handed Dick the sash and he tied it in a neat bow behind Tim’s back. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” He said as he pinned the broche to the front.
“Like I said, untested. Dangerous. I… I’d feel better if you didn’t go unaccompanied.”
Tim looked through his closet until he found a pair of high heels fit for his new dress.
“You?” Tim assumed, but Dick’s body language was telling him otherwise. He kept a careful eye on him as he slipped the shoes on.
“I called him already.” Oh. Fuck.
“You didn’t.”
“Look, Tim, it’s what-”
“It’s what you think is best. For your little mission. Dick do you have any idea-”
Dick silently mouthed “Super-hearing.”
“X-ray vision, too.” Tim spit back and glared. Dick stared back a little pleading and a little helpless. Tim broke off the contest and stormed to the bedroom’s attached bathroom where Dick followed him.
I FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anonymous
August 7 2011, 15:13:32 UTC
Set after Legion of Three Worlds, but before Action Comics #3, so SPOILERS: Kon’s alive again but he hasn’t really met up with Tim yet and Tim’s still pissed at Dick for giving away his Robin title to Damian not too long ago.
Re: FILL When I First Laid Eyes On You (1/?)salmon_pinkAugust 8 2011, 00:48:14 UTC
Oooooh, love the descriptions of the clothing and Tim's very effective teasing - boy knows how to WERQ! XD I have a real thing for fics exploring this time period, where Tim is still feeling frosty towards Dick and is lonely and stressed and generally put-upon, so I'm loving this already. Looking forward to more! :D
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“Don’t you think they’ll know they’re looking straight at Tim Drake-Wayne in a dress?”
Tim carefully picked up the drycleaner’s bag from his bed and slid the zipper down slowly, letting the low buzzing sound tickle his ears. Taking the dress out, he brushed his hand against the material and closed his eyes to feel it more. He sighed once, softly, then opened his eyes. Alfred has sewn each of the Robins dresses custom for times like these. Tim’s new one had short flowing sleeves to hide the bulk of his shoulders and a deep crew neck to divert from his Adam’s apple. It rested above his knees, showing off his legs, and had a bit of ruffle at the bottom. In the bag were also a red silk sash to accentuate his non-existent waist and an ornate broche with a large blue agate at the center. He picked up the items and squeezed the metallic contraption in a loose fist. The corners dug into his skin and the stone felt cool against his skin until it started warming up to him. It also doubled as a pepper spray shooter. He could use that right about now. He slipped into darker thought and the silk slipped from his fingers, landing on his feet gracefully. He bent to pick it up.
“That’s the thing; it’s a completely new crowd. Younger. Loaded. Untested. Dangerous.” Dick’s voice wobbled a bit as Tim smirked at him from between his own legs, very much aware of the way his ass curved up. He heard him swallow. Bastard deserved it.
Setting the dress and its accessories back on the bed, Tim tugged the hem of his casual shirt upward, stretching languorously as he took it off. He heard his joints pop and couldn’t help the satisfactory grin that tugged at his lips. He undid the first button of his jeans and the zip came undone by itself when he pushed them down. Stepping out of them, he took off his socks and ran a hand up his smooth leg as he stood back straight; he had shaved earlier that day.
“I’m too old for this, Dick.”
His expression was nonchalant as he glanced at his older adopted brother, though his eyes clearly hinted at which piece of clothing was to be removed next. Dick turned around and looked out the window, opening it when he noticed he could still see Tim in the glass’s reflection. Gotham’s air was lukewarm and damp and smelled like concrete. Tim took out a padded bra and special panties from his top drawer as though this were a normal thing for him, slipped into them, and tied the bra on like a pro.
“Look… I’m friendly but I’m not a miracle worker. It’s going to take a lot more time with Damian before he lets me put a dress on him.” Dick told the night.
Tim slid the dress on, using his nimble fingers to direct the fabric in the right direction. Sensing that enough time had passed, Dick turned around and looked Tim over while he fussed with his dress. He knew he was still in bad standings with Tim, and it’d be a horrible idea to voice this out loud either way, but Tim was wrong; in Dick’s eyes, he still looked mighty fine cross-dressing for justice.
“Yeah, well, imagine what he’ll think of me after he sees me in this.” Tim handed Dick the sash and he tied it in a neat bow behind Tim’s back. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” He said as he pinned the broche to the front.
“Like I said, untested. Dangerous. I… I’d feel better if you didn’t go unaccompanied.”
Tim looked through his closet until he found a pair of high heels fit for his new dress.
“You?” Tim assumed, but Dick’s body language was telling him otherwise. He kept a careful eye on him as he slipped the shoes on.
“I called him already.” Oh. Fuck.
“You didn’t.”
“Look, Tim, it’s what-”
“It’s what you think is best. For your little mission. Dick do you have any idea-”
Dick silently mouthed “Super-hearing.”
“X-ray vision, too.” Tim spit back and glared. Dick stared back a little pleading and a little helpless. Tim broke off the contest and stormed to the bedroom’s attached bathroom where Dick followed him.
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I have a real thing for fics exploring this time period, where Tim is still feeling frosty towards Dick and is lonely and stressed and generally put-upon, so I'm loving this already. Looking forward to more! :D
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