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By the time the Wayne-Drake-Grayson family had exhausted all interest in the immense and impressive snow fort they had constructed, the sun had set. Tim hadn't been inside all day and the shock of heat to his freezing body actually hurt. He relished it. It had been a good day. The memory of Bruce's arms around him, tight and paternal and actually a ( Read more... )

Tim just wanted Conner away from her, away from the idea of a man who didn't exist anymore - if he ever had - away from hope that could be as damaging as anything, away from Lex fucking Luthor. He didn't speak again until they were outside, heading toward the cafe, Tim walking with his arm wrapped around Conner's, his other hand still laced with ( Read more... )

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That breathless, shivering look from Tim made Conner smile slowly ( Read more... )

Continued from hereIf he hadn't already been flushed, Tim would have turned pink again, unused to the compliments - particularly coming from Conner. The touches over his throat, over the scar, made him tense a little, but his breathing picked up noticeably and he let his head drop back, giving Kon more room. The boy's mouth was making him tremble, ( Read more... )

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