Clubbing Comfort
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avanalae asked: Hey sweetie! :D How about some girlfriends!verse? :3 The girls taking Tim to his first time clubbing. They force him into a sexy outfit (possible crossdressing) and stuff. :D After Jason leaves? To cheer him up? :O
Verse: girlfriends!verse (Pre-Jason's return)
Summary: They think that Tim needs to go out. Tim would rather stay here.
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“I’m uncomfortable with this.” The jeans are very tight and Tim has never made a habit of wearing V-necks (after all, it’s not like he has breasts so what’s the point?). He can barely even fit his hands in his pockets. At least the black boots he’s wearing are stylish (and masculine, sort of). They also make him a little taller (he is shorter than both Dick and Jason and will probably be shorter than Damian when puberty kicks in).
“We could put you in girl’s clothes!” Harley sounds excited by this. “Your legs would look even better if you were wearing red heels with those jeans.” She sighs dreamily.
“No, thank you.” Her face falls. “Uhm. Perhaps another time?” And then she is all smiles again. Selina and Pamela grin at each other and then at him. Selina runs her hand through her hair and opens the front door to her apartment, gesturing outside.
“Are we ready to go?” She asks.
Tim sighs. “I would much rather stay here. I’m fine, you know-”
“Seedling,” Pamela moves over to him and slips her arm around his waist, “you are not fine. You are surviving. There is a difference. We want to take you out and have fun with you because then you will be closer to this fine of which you speak.” Harley and Selina embrace him as well.
Tim’s eyes sting for a moment before he gets himself under control. (He loves his friends. He loves them.)
“Okay.” He hugs all three of them for a moment. “Okay. But my personal space-” they all pull away (except Harley, who pushes him out the door). Selina silences him with a smile as she locks her foor behind her.
“Don’t you worry, kitten,” she purrs. “We will be the ones dancing on you. Your personal space is our personal space, and we’ll keep people out of it.”
He nods. Harley laces her fingers with his and squeezes. Tim cannot help but give her a little smile.
The club is called J’taime. It sounds more like a strip club (or a brothel) than a dance club. But he trusts his girlfriends. (But if it were Kon he was with? Completely different story.) They ignored the line and entered the club (all three women smiled at the bouncer).
The music is loud (and Tim recognizes it, it is more of that pop stuff that Dick listens to). The bass is a physical force against him. And all the people. They are all pressed against each other, some with drinks in their hands, some without. The strobe lights burn his eyes and the smell of sweat makes his nose twitch.
Selina’s fingers wind around his wrist and tug him toward the dance floor. Harley (with sparkling eyes) and Pamela flank him.
“Oh, I adore Katy Perry!” She begins to move with the music, singing enthusiastically (and a little off key). “And on my eighteenth birthday, we got match-ing tattoos~!”
Tim bounces a little on the balls of his feet, trying to find the rhythm. The women press against him, helping him find it. Then, they are all dancing together.
And it’s fun. Harley’s singing his hilarious (“In another life! I could be your girl!”) and the music gets to him. Dancing is a contagious thing, and he understands why there is almost no one standing still.
Tim likes this mindless movement and he doesn’t feel claustrophobic with all these people.
(It is so good that Tim loses track of the songs.)
The girls have sort of drifted away from him, so he’s dancing with someone else (but so? It’s not like he’s dating anyone-)
Oh.
Friction. Warmth swells in his belly and his abdomen.
But the man he’s dancing with isn’t Jason. (It isn’t, can’t be, and if Tim thought for one second that it might be-). Tim thinks that for a moment he’s going to be sick because there are hands on his hips.
He’s being tugged backwards-
“Excuse me,” Selina pokes her index finger into the stranger’s broad chest, “But he is our dance partner. Back off.”
And the Sirens whisk him to the edge of the crowd and they continue dancing.
“If you didn’t dance so sexy, little one, we wouldn’t have to keep such an eye on you,” Pamela says into his ear.
“Uhm. Sorry.”
“No problem, sweetheart,” Harley says. “We’ll protect you better next time. If you want there to be a next time?”
Tim thinks about it. He. He enjoys himself and. Well. If they can keep people’s hands off him…
“I’d like that.”
“Girl’s clothes?”
“Maybe,” Tim thinks about the difficulty of dancing in heels. “I’ll have to think about it.”
Harley smiles anyway.
avanalae asked: Hey sweetie! :D How about some girlfriends!verse? :3 The girls taking Tim to his first time clubbing. They force him into a sexy outfit (possible crossdressing) and stuff. :D After Jason leaves? To cheer him up? :O
Verse: girlfriends!verse (Pre-Jason's return)
Summary: They think that Tim needs to go out. Tim would rather stay here.
---
“I’m uncomfortable with this.” The jeans are very tight and Tim has never made a habit of wearing V-necks (after all, it’s not like he has breasts so what’s the point?). He can barely even fit his hands in his pockets. At least the black boots he’s wearing are stylish (and masculine, sort of). They also make him a little taller (he is shorter than both Dick and Jason and will probably be shorter than Damian when puberty kicks in).
“We could put you in girl’s clothes!” Harley sounds excited by this. “Your legs would look even better if you were wearing red heels with those jeans.” She sighs dreamily.
“No, thank you.” Her face falls. “Uhm. Perhaps another time?” And then she is all smiles again. Selina and Pamela grin at each other and then at him. Selina runs her hand through her hair and opens the front door to her apartment, gesturing outside.
“Are we ready to go?” She asks.
Tim sighs. “I would much rather stay here. I’m fine, you know-”
“Seedling,” Pamela moves over to him and slips her arm around his waist, “you are not fine. You are surviving. There is a difference. We want to take you out and have fun with you because then you will be closer to this fine of which you speak.” Harley and Selina embrace him as well.
Tim’s eyes sting for a moment before he gets himself under control. (He loves his friends. He loves them.)
“Okay.” He hugs all three of them for a moment. “Okay. But my personal space-” they all pull away (except Harley, who pushes him out the door). Selina silences him with a smile as she locks her foor behind her.
“Don’t you worry, kitten,” she purrs. “We will be the ones dancing on you. Your personal space is our personal space, and we’ll keep people out of it.”
He nods. Harley laces her fingers with his and squeezes. Tim cannot help but give her a little smile.
The club is called J’taime. It sounds more like a strip club (or a brothel) than a dance club. But he trusts his girlfriends. (But if it were Kon he was with? Completely different story.) They ignored the line and entered the club (all three women smiled at the bouncer).
The music is loud (and Tim recognizes it, it is more of that pop stuff that Dick listens to). The bass is a physical force against him. And all the people. They are all pressed against each other, some with drinks in their hands, some without. The strobe lights burn his eyes and the smell of sweat makes his nose twitch.
Selina’s fingers wind around his wrist and tug him toward the dance floor. Harley (with sparkling eyes) and Pamela flank him.
“Oh, I adore Katy Perry!” She begins to move with the music, singing enthusiastically (and a little off key). “And on my eighteenth birthday, we got match-ing tattoos~!”
Tim bounces a little on the balls of his feet, trying to find the rhythm. The women press against him, helping him find it. Then, they are all dancing together.
And it’s fun. Harley’s singing his hilarious (“In another life! I could be your girl!”) and the music gets to him. Dancing is a contagious thing, and he understands why there is almost no one standing still.
Tim likes this mindless movement and he doesn’t feel claustrophobic with all these people.
(It is so good that Tim loses track of the songs.)
The girls have sort of drifted away from him, so he’s dancing with someone else (but so? It’s not like he’s dating anyone-)
Oh.
Friction. Warmth swells in his belly and his abdomen.
But the man he’s dancing with isn’t Jason. (It isn’t, can’t be, and if Tim thought for one second that it might be-). Tim thinks that for a moment he’s going to be sick because there are hands on his hips.
He’s being tugged backwards-
“Excuse me,” Selina pokes her index finger into the stranger’s broad chest, “But he is our dance partner. Back off.”
And the Sirens whisk him to the edge of the crowd and they continue dancing.
“If you didn’t dance so sexy, little one, we wouldn’t have to keep such an eye on you,” Pamela says into his ear.
“Uhm. Sorry.”
“No problem, sweetheart,” Harley says. “We’ll protect you better next time. If you want there to be a next time?”
Tim thinks about it. He. He enjoys himself and. Well. If they can keep people’s hands off him…
“I’d like that.”
“Girl’s clothes?”
“Maybe,” Tim thinks about the difficulty of dancing in heels. “I’ll have to think about it.”
Harley smiles anyway.