[fic] Perfect Example (Bruce/Tim - Sins of Youth, adult)

[glossing]

Title: Perfect Example (source)
Pairing: Bruce/Tim, age-reversed
Setting: Sins of Youth
Rating: Aged up to adult
Summary: "I'll put it in the past when the past is history."
Disclaimer: DC, not me.
Notes: Right. This is loosely connected to the Jason/Tim Terms of Psychic Warfare and the unwritten Bruce/Tim ephebeophilia saga of ahhhngst. It can,

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[petronelle]

He got a mulish look, then a put-upon sigh...
Bruce as an adolescent -- tremble, world! Shiver, shudder!

Loving the city was just part of the job description.
Rrrrowr.

the messy, but effective, ferocity of Robin's kicks,
Like Jason, only freakier, and with a differently adapted center of gravity. I begin to feel that Bruce, like Janet, should've hung around home and trained before going in the field, but that would've detained Tim, too.

Robin kicked a hedge, then again, before turning to Batman.
JAY.

Wait, no, I *know* it's Bruce, but -- JAY.

"Shit!" Robin shouted, just as more shrubbery crashed.
Language, Robin.

Robin extended one leg into the air, nearly parallel with his waist.
Not even *trying.*

"Were you really this obnoxious at fifteen?"
Indubitably not. Alfred would have been appalled.

"I don't remember," Robin mumbled and looked away.
Bullshit, Bruce. *Really* bullshit.

while concussed and sporting a sprained wrist,
Not to mention backward in high heels.

Another flash of teeth, and Robin's voice was --. Not Bruce's,

[katarik]

So... Bruce as Robin?

JAY OMG JAY JASON.

You just *know* Bruce and Jason had a conversation MUCH LIKE THAT ONE. Only probably without Robin being trapped in the hedge.

He meant to quiet him. Tim *still* believes that. He meant to lay a not-quite-consoling but certainly *warning* hand and quiet the --.

Boy, Robin. *Brat*, as he insisted on being perceived.

Bruce.

Robin kicked back, spinning in his seat, boot bouncing off Batman's shoulder armor.

"Bruce --" His hand slipped inside the gauntlet and he tried again, fingers spreading over Robin's ropy thigh.

He didn't mean to quiet him. Not any longer. He --.

"Oh, *jeez* --" Robin bit his lower lip too late to stop the pained crack in his voice as he bucked upward, against Batman's arm. "Oh, *crap*, I --"

I am still completely in the Jason place.

I wonder just how much *Bruce* is in the Jason place, whether he's remembering Jason or simply *being* Jason.

Another flash of teeth, and Robin's voice was --. Not Bruce's, younger and creaky, but *Gotham* and guttersnipes and the

[jubilancy]

He's going to drive the car home.

Gorgeous ending.

I love, love, love how sulky and coltish teen!Bruce is, and how Tim expands and relaxes and finds a degree of naturalness in being Batman. But most of all, I love this: and it was more, much more, than a trick of the light that made Tim *see*. The Case, and Robin, and Bruce flickering between Jason -- who would flip him off for that suggestion -- and Dick -- who would grin and bob his head -- and --.

Himself, reflected in the glass, tipping up his chin and shading his eyes.

Also, I was DELIGHTED at Bruce suddenly realizing the full pain and absurdity of the Robin outfit.

[jubilancy]

Or maybe I should have said, 'a degree of naturalness in being an adult.' That probably sums it up better.

[__marcelo]

He'd never reach enlightenment, but that was not, after all, the goal.

*basks in the Timness*

This story... wow. This hit all my spots. Tim's POV, Bruce as a kid, Gotham, *Jason*.

It's probably closer to a truth that matters than the standard situation.

[brown_betty]

I haven't got words for this. All of Tim's beautiful obsession with Bruce and fetish for Robins, and the way that Bruce repays that while taking what he can… This is so full of meta it's amazing you managed to get the porn in.