OTP Challenge
Title: Romance in Gotham
Characters: Tim Drake/Cassandra Cain
Rating: R
Word Count: 437
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For greeneyelove’s OTP Challenge. Prompt: romance.
There’s just something about a girl that can kick your ass, but chooses not to. He’s amazed by her. Hands that can pummel someone to the ground and feet that can break many ribs with a single kick are completely different with him. Strong, yet gentle, loving hands slide along his spine up to his back, holding on to him as he loses himself in her sweet aroma. Well-toned thighs cradle his hips and wrap around him tightly, letting him go deeper, losing himself completely until nothing else matters save those brown eyes and those pouty, pink lips that always curl into a smile for him.
No one else, except for him, will ever know that those deadly feet are so ticklish. Or that trailing kisses up her legs and thighs gets the most arousing and encouraging sounds to escape her pretty lips.
Anyone who sees them-even Batman-has to admit, they work well, with or without the masks. They patrol together, but are just as effective when they go their separate ways. After they stop by the cave, they might throw in a sparring session, depending on the night’s events. The more horrible it was, the longer they spar; they lose themselves in the moment, like the meditation Bruce encourages, but far more active. They can clear their minds and focus solely on their opponent. And, there isn’t anyone else either would rather think of than the person standing across from them.
After a shower, which they may or may not share, depending on who else is in the cave; they always fall into bed together. They never used to go to bed in the same room or even at the same time to keep Bruce and especially Alfred from finding out, but after a year they tired of sneaking around late at night or early in the morning. More than once while Tim managed to make it to her room undetected, he opened her door only to discover she wasn’t there; Cass had gone looking for him.
Under the moonlight or under the sun, they don’t have to fill the silence with empty words, they can just be. She likes to sit next to him and admire the view; whether it’s those intense blue eyes or that lopsided grin very few see, she doesn’t mind as long as it’s him. Sometimes, she’ll simply stare at his profile as he studies or she’ll watch his hands as he types. Little things no one else would bother with, she’s memorized because it’s him. It’s her Tim and she loves that she can call him that.