Homecoming.
Pairing: Dick/Tim [Batman]
Date Written: December 18, 2005
Dick is sitting at the kitchen table sipping at orange juice and reading the paper when he hears the very distinct sound of heels clicking on tile. Curious, Dick folds the newspaper down to see who’s there and does a double-take. Tim is standing there in a full, old-style nurse’s uniform, all in white, including the heels and thigh-high stockings. Dick whistles lowly.
“Lookin’ good, little bro- sister. Where are you headed off to?”
Tim straightens his skirt before walking over to the fridge to pull out the carafe of orange juice. “It’s drag day at school. For homecoming, you know.”
Dick sets his newspaper aside. “And why are you participating?”
“To show my school spirit, of course.”
“Back in my day, we had inside-out shirt day and wear your class colors day.”
“Inside-out shirt day was yesterday. Didn’t you notice?”
“No, I must’ve missed it.”
“Some great observer you are.”
“Hey!” Dick pauses and watches Tim walk over to the table with a glass of orange juice. “You’re walking pretty well in those heels, little sister.”
“I wore them out on patrol last night.”
Dick laughs. “What did Bruce say to that?”
“Oh, you know, he just smirked.”
Dick shakes his head and leans in closer to Tim, who is daintly sipping his orange juice. “Is that make-up you’re wearing, little sister?”
“I was going for the full effect.”
“It’s working for you.”
“Thanks.”
“C’mere, little sister, and I’ll give you a ride…” Dick pauses. “To school.”
Tim sets down his glass on the table and steps closer. Dick reaches over and slides his palm up the outer part of Tim’s thigh, over his stockings and up under the skirt. Tim slaps his hand away.
“Watch your hands, Dick. You’ll mess up my outfit.”
Dick stands and finds that Tim is almost as tall as him in the heels. He brushes an invisible piece of lint off Tim’s chest. Tim pouts at him.
“I said knock it off.”
Slowly, Dick leans in to murmur in Tim’s ear. “Surely you can miss first period.”
Tim pushes Dick away. “I miss first period often enough as it is, Dick.”
“What’s one more time?”
“What? So I can show up to school looking freshly… fucked?”
Dick grins. “That’s the idea.”
“One more time and people are going to start to wonder.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Dick. I thought I was supposed to be the horny teenager.”
Dick grins again. “You should try being one more often, little sister.”
Tim rolls his eyes. “Right, Slutwing.”
“I should call you the cock-teasing wonder just for that.”
“I am not a cock-tease.” Tim pauses and turns on his heels. “I’m going to be late for scho-“
Dick grabs Tim and pulls him back against his chest. His mouth descends on Tim’s neck.
“Ol,” Tim finishes with a moan.
He tries to get out of Dick’s grasp, but Dick holds on tight as he licks at Tim’s neck. Tim shivers.
“Really, Dick. I can’t miss school again.”
Dick sighs. “At least let me drive you.”
Tim steps out of Dick’s arms. “Fine.”
They walk down to the garage together, Tim picking up his backpack along the way. Dick selects the keys to one of the sports cars. He walks over to the car and holds open the passenger door for Tim. Tim smirks at him before he slides inside. After Dick closes the door, he slides over the hood and gets in on the driver’s side. Tim straightens his skirt as Dick starts up the car and pulls it out of the garage. Dick drops one of his hands down onto Tim’s thigh as they wind their way down the Manor’s driveway to the street. Tim lets him keep it there.
Date Written: December 18, 2005
Dick is sitting at the kitchen table sipping at orange juice and reading the paper when he hears the very distinct sound of heels clicking on tile. Curious, Dick folds the newspaper down to see who’s there and does a double-take. Tim is standing there in a full, old-style nurse’s uniform, all in white, including the heels and thigh-high stockings. Dick whistles lowly.
“Lookin’ good, little bro- sister. Where are you headed off to?”
Tim straightens his skirt before walking over to the fridge to pull out the carafe of orange juice. “It’s drag day at school. For homecoming, you know.”
Dick sets his newspaper aside. “And why are you participating?”
“To show my school spirit, of course.”
“Back in my day, we had inside-out shirt day and wear your class colors day.”
“Inside-out shirt day was yesterday. Didn’t you notice?”
“No, I must’ve missed it.”
“Some great observer you are.”
“Hey!” Dick pauses and watches Tim walk over to the table with a glass of orange juice. “You’re walking pretty well in those heels, little sister.”
“I wore them out on patrol last night.”
Dick laughs. “What did Bruce say to that?”
“Oh, you know, he just smirked.”
Dick shakes his head and leans in closer to Tim, who is daintly sipping his orange juice. “Is that make-up you’re wearing, little sister?”
“I was going for the full effect.”
“It’s working for you.”
“Thanks.”
“C’mere, little sister, and I’ll give you a ride…” Dick pauses. “To school.”
Tim sets down his glass on the table and steps closer. Dick reaches over and slides his palm up the outer part of Tim’s thigh, over his stockings and up under the skirt. Tim slaps his hand away.
“Watch your hands, Dick. You’ll mess up my outfit.”
Dick stands and finds that Tim is almost as tall as him in the heels. He brushes an invisible piece of lint off Tim’s chest. Tim pouts at him.
“I said knock it off.”
Slowly, Dick leans in to murmur in Tim’s ear. “Surely you can miss first period.”
Tim pushes Dick away. “I miss first period often enough as it is, Dick.”
“What’s one more time?”
“What? So I can show up to school looking freshly… fucked?”
Dick grins. “That’s the idea.”
“One more time and people are going to start to wonder.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Dick. I thought I was supposed to be the horny teenager.”
Dick grins again. “You should try being one more often, little sister.”
Tim rolls his eyes. “Right, Slutwing.”
“I should call you the cock-teasing wonder just for that.”
“I am not a cock-tease.” Tim pauses and turns on his heels. “I’m going to be late for scho-“
Dick grabs Tim and pulls him back against his chest. His mouth descends on Tim’s neck.
“Ol,” Tim finishes with a moan.
He tries to get out of Dick’s grasp, but Dick holds on tight as he licks at Tim’s neck. Tim shivers.
“Really, Dick. I can’t miss school again.”
Dick sighs. “At least let me drive you.”
Tim steps out of Dick’s arms. “Fine.”
They walk down to the garage together, Tim picking up his backpack along the way. Dick selects the keys to one of the sports cars. He walks over to the car and holds open the passenger door for Tim. Tim smirks at him before he slides inside. After Dick closes the door, he slides over the hood and gets in on the driver’s side. Tim straightens his skirt as Dick starts up the car and pulls it out of the garage. Dick drops one of his hands down onto Tim’s thigh as they wind their way down the Manor’s driveway to the street. Tim lets him keep it there.