Fanfic: A Problematic Cliche
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Title: A Problematic Cliche
Author: larkworth
Fandom: DCU, Specifically Batman
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Tim, Alfred
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Dick, Tim and Alfred belong to DC. Raquel Welch belongs to herself.
Summary: Dick is nothing if not amorous. This complicates movie night.
Warning: There's a bit of sexual innuendo and some cursing.
Word Count: 1302
Author's Note: This is dedicated to ourdaytrip For she acted as my beta, introduced me to this pairing in the first place and has yet to steer me wrong. Many thanks.
They were about an hour into the movie when Dick yawned, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back. Tim smirked at him, thinking of asking Dick why he’d insisted they watch Kansas City Bomber when he clearly wasn’t interested in it, but decided against it. Patrol had been especially brutal that week and hadn’t given them any time to recover from the Scarecrow’s latest adventure in reinventing fear gas. Tim figured that Dick had earned the yawn, until Dick’s left arm came down to wrap itself around Tim’s shoulders.
Oh crap.
Being Robin meant that you were prepared for anything and if you weren’t prepared, you never let it show. So Tim bit his lip to keep from gasping and gripped the arm of the sofa to keep from making any sudden movements. He allowed himself to glare at Dick as if to say, “You should know better.” Dick smiled back and left his arm exactly where it was as if to say “Heh. You’re loving this.” which was not true. Not true at all.
“Are you sure about that?” a voice at the back of Tim’s mind asked, “Are you sure you don’t like Dick’s clichéd, borderline-sleazy come-ons? Are you sure you’re not curious about what they’d lead to?” Tim let about a fifth of the sigh he wanted to make out through his nose. Yes, that voice in the back of his head might have a point. He might be curious and he just might have spent the past two weeks thinking about talking to Dick about “taking things to the next level”, imagining every possible way that conversation might happen. He’d never dreamed that Dick would try anything while Alfred was sitting three feet away.
“I guess I should have known better.” he thought.
Tim pulled himself away from his impending panic long enough to assess the situation. The last time Alfred had looked in their direction was, when he’d sent Dick a bemused look after the “female jock strappers” line twenty minutes ago. He couldn’t have noticed the recent turn of events. And if he had, there was no reason for him to think that this was anything other than a platonic display of affection, platonic in the non-classical sense of the word. Not until Dick started stroking his arm, tracing little figure eights with his thumb. That probably crossed the line between fraternal and not fraternal affection. And even if it didn’t, the fact that it was making Tim’s jeans exponentially less comfortable than they were a minute ago certainly did.
“Shit.” Tim thought, glancing down. This was the last thing he wanted Alfred to see. Not that Alfred would say anything inappropriate or embarrassing because he was Alfred. He probably wouldn’t react at all, but he would know. Why wasn’t thinking about Alfred making it go away? Because Dick had planted his other hand on Tim’s knee and was softly drumming his fingers. Right.
Tim tried to quietly move himself out of the embrace, but since Dick was taking up ninety percent of the sofa, the best he could do was shift himself forward so he was perched on the edge of the cushion. This succeeded in making Dick’s arm fall from around Tim’s shoulders. It immediately wrapped itself around Tim’s waist, which was a little less obvious, but a lot more suggestive. Tim looked over his shoulder to give Dick a tight smile.
Not here. Tim thought, Not now. Please. Dick kept smiling and started to pluck at Tim’s sweater, evidently not picking up on the hint.
He weighed his options. He thought of getting up and moving to a different chair, but Alfred would notice that and he couldn’t think of an explanation that didn’t sound completely lame. Forcibly moving Dick away from him would provoke complaints or teasing about him being too uptight and causing a scene was the last thing he wanted to do. And if he kept staring at Alfred, trying to gage when he was going to turn and notice them, he would sense it. His only real choice was to let Dick pet him while he watched the rest of the movie, which he hoped was going to end soon.
Dick settled his arm around his shoulders again and gently pulled him back. Tim tensed for a moment, then rested his shoulders against Dick’s chest, not because he wanted to, of course. He spread his feet a little to keep his balance and peered up to smile indulgently. That apparently wasn’t good enough because Dick let out a sight that was much too loud, given the circumstances.
Tim’s eyes shot over to Alfred. He was leaning back in his chair and frowning at the T.V., challenging Kansas City Bomber to appal him more than it already had. Hopefully, that meant that Dick’s flirtation had escaped him. That along with the way Tim jumped when Dick planted his right hand on his hip and manoeuvred him backwards so the right side of his body was pressed against Dick’s person. Tim was sure Dick couldn’t even see the fraternal affection line from where he was standing.
His breath hitched when Dick curled his thumb around his belt loop and started to trace strange patterns on his thigh. Dick must have felt him tense because he laughed softly into his ear.
“I’m not going to bite.” Dick whispered before kissing the spot behind Tim’s earlobe and resting his head on his shoulder. He really hoped Alfred was still frowning at the TV.
Tim sat with his hands strategically folded in his lap and Dick practically wrapped around him until he was nuzzled for the fourth time. It occurred to him that if Alfred were to look away from the T.V., he would see was Dick insinuating himself on an unwilling teenaged boy. And maybe Dick was insinuating himself on an unwilling teenaged boy, but that was only because of the circumstances. Tim brought his hand up to his hip and slowly disentangled Dick’s hand from his belt loops. He traced the lines in Dick’s palm before lacing their fingers together. Now Dick looked like he was insinuating himself on a willing teenaged boy, which was a little better. Dick laughing into his shoulder was a comforting sensation -even if it was a little weird- and he considered smiling, but decided against it. Dick’s behaviour was reckless and was not to be encouraged more than was absolutely necessary.
Tim hoped his life would never depend on knowing what happens at the end of Kansas City Bomber because he didn’t realize the end credits were rolling until Dick sprang off the sofa and grabbed the DVD case off the floor.
“Now who wants to watch the behind-the-scenes documentary?”
Alfred somehow managed to stand up and say, “I think that was enough for one evening, Master Dick. I wish you both a good night.“ without a trace of derision. He smiled at them indulgently before walking into the hall and closing the door behind him.
Before Tim had a chance to think up an appropriate reprimand or even to catch his breath, Dick looked up at him, slowly licking his lips and disabling Tim’s brain as he made his way back to the sofa.
“You know, in the immortal words of Tiffany,” Dick whispered, placing one hand at the small of Tim’s back and running the other through his hair, “I think we’re alone now.”
Tim swallowed, feeling his stomach constrict and watching his hands shoot up to push against Dick’s chest. He looked into Dick’s eyes for half a second before looking just past them and then down. He thought he mumbled “I have a headache.” before ducking out of Dick’s arms and leaving the room as quickly as he could.
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Title: A Problematic Cliche
Author: larkworth
Fandom: DCU, Specifically Batman
Characters/Pairings: Dick/Tim, Alfred
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Dick, Tim and Alfred belong to DC. Raquel Welch belongs to herself.
Summary: Dick is nothing if not amorous. This complicates movie night.
Warning: There's a bit of sexual innuendo and some cursing.
Word Count: 1302
Author's Note: This is dedicated to ourdaytrip For she acted as my beta, introduced me to this pairing in the first place and has yet to steer me wrong. Many thanks.
They were about an hour into the movie when Dick yawned, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back. Tim smirked at him, thinking of asking Dick why he’d insisted they watch Kansas City Bomber when he clearly wasn’t interested in it, but decided against it. Patrol had been especially brutal that week and hadn’t given them any time to recover from the Scarecrow’s latest adventure in reinventing fear gas. Tim figured that Dick had earned the yawn, until Dick’s left arm came down to wrap itself around Tim’s shoulders.
Oh crap.
Being Robin meant that you were prepared for anything and if you weren’t prepared, you never let it show. So Tim bit his lip to keep from gasping and gripped the arm of the sofa to keep from making any sudden movements. He allowed himself to glare at Dick as if to say, “You should know better.” Dick smiled back and left his arm exactly where it was as if to say “Heh. You’re loving this.” which was not true. Not true at all.
“Are you sure about that?” a voice at the back of Tim’s mind asked, “Are you sure you don’t like Dick’s clichéd, borderline-sleazy come-ons? Are you sure you’re not curious about what they’d lead to?” Tim let about a fifth of the sigh he wanted to make out through his nose. Yes, that voice in the back of his head might have a point. He might be curious and he just might have spent the past two weeks thinking about talking to Dick about “taking things to the next level”, imagining every possible way that conversation might happen. He’d never dreamed that Dick would try anything while Alfred was sitting three feet away.
“I guess I should have known better.” he thought.
Tim pulled himself away from his impending panic long enough to assess the situation. The last time Alfred had looked in their direction was, when he’d sent Dick a bemused look after the “female jock strappers” line twenty minutes ago. He couldn’t have noticed the recent turn of events. And if he had, there was no reason for him to think that this was anything other than a platonic display of affection, platonic in the non-classical sense of the word. Not until Dick started stroking his arm, tracing little figure eights with his thumb. That probably crossed the line between fraternal and not fraternal affection. And even if it didn’t, the fact that it was making Tim’s jeans exponentially less comfortable than they were a minute ago certainly did.
“Shit.” Tim thought, glancing down. This was the last thing he wanted Alfred to see. Not that Alfred would say anything inappropriate or embarrassing because he was Alfred. He probably wouldn’t react at all, but he would know. Why wasn’t thinking about Alfred making it go away? Because Dick had planted his other hand on Tim’s knee and was softly drumming his fingers. Right.
Tim tried to quietly move himself out of the embrace, but since Dick was taking up ninety percent of the sofa, the best he could do was shift himself forward so he was perched on the edge of the cushion. This succeeded in making Dick’s arm fall from around Tim’s shoulders. It immediately wrapped itself around Tim’s waist, which was a little less obvious, but a lot more suggestive. Tim looked over his shoulder to give Dick a tight smile.
Not here. Tim thought, Not now. Please. Dick kept smiling and started to pluck at Tim’s sweater, evidently not picking up on the hint.
He weighed his options. He thought of getting up and moving to a different chair, but Alfred would notice that and he couldn’t think of an explanation that didn’t sound completely lame. Forcibly moving Dick away from him would provoke complaints or teasing about him being too uptight and causing a scene was the last thing he wanted to do. And if he kept staring at Alfred, trying to gage when he was going to turn and notice them, he would sense it. His only real choice was to let Dick pet him while he watched the rest of the movie, which he hoped was going to end soon.
Dick settled his arm around his shoulders again and gently pulled him back. Tim tensed for a moment, then rested his shoulders against Dick’s chest, not because he wanted to, of course. He spread his feet a little to keep his balance and peered up to smile indulgently. That apparently wasn’t good enough because Dick let out a sight that was much too loud, given the circumstances.
Tim’s eyes shot over to Alfred. He was leaning back in his chair and frowning at the T.V., challenging Kansas City Bomber to appal him more than it already had. Hopefully, that meant that Dick’s flirtation had escaped him. That along with the way Tim jumped when Dick planted his right hand on his hip and manoeuvred him backwards so the right side of his body was pressed against Dick’s person. Tim was sure Dick couldn’t even see the fraternal affection line from where he was standing.
His breath hitched when Dick curled his thumb around his belt loop and started to trace strange patterns on his thigh. Dick must have felt him tense because he laughed softly into his ear.
“I’m not going to bite.” Dick whispered before kissing the spot behind Tim’s earlobe and resting his head on his shoulder. He really hoped Alfred was still frowning at the TV.
Tim sat with his hands strategically folded in his lap and Dick practically wrapped around him until he was nuzzled for the fourth time. It occurred to him that if Alfred were to look away from the T.V., he would see was Dick insinuating himself on an unwilling teenaged boy. And maybe Dick was insinuating himself on an unwilling teenaged boy, but that was only because of the circumstances. Tim brought his hand up to his hip and slowly disentangled Dick’s hand from his belt loops. He traced the lines in Dick’s palm before lacing their fingers together. Now Dick looked like he was insinuating himself on a willing teenaged boy, which was a little better. Dick laughing into his shoulder was a comforting sensation -even if it was a little weird- and he considered smiling, but decided against it. Dick’s behaviour was reckless and was not to be encouraged more than was absolutely necessary.
Tim hoped his life would never depend on knowing what happens at the end of Kansas City Bomber because he didn’t realize the end credits were rolling until Dick sprang off the sofa and grabbed the DVD case off the floor.
“Now who wants to watch the behind-the-scenes documentary?”
Alfred somehow managed to stand up and say, “I think that was enough for one evening, Master Dick. I wish you both a good night.“ without a trace of derision. He smiled at them indulgently before walking into the hall and closing the door behind him.
Before Tim had a chance to think up an appropriate reprimand or even to catch his breath, Dick looked up at him, slowly licking his lips and disabling Tim’s brain as he made his way back to the sofa.
“You know, in the immortal words of Tiffany,” Dick whispered, placing one hand at the small of Tim’s back and running the other through his hair, “I think we’re alone now.”
Tim swallowed, feeling his stomach constrict and watching his hands shoot up to push against Dick’s chest. He looked into Dick’s eyes for half a second before looking just past them and then down. He thought he mumbled “I have a headache.” before ducking out of Dick’s arms and leaving the room as quickly as he could.
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