From PotF

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Tim raised an eyebrow right back at Dick, "There are people who own dogs and they breed but no, there's not puppies like you mean. There's not exactly an economy on the island for that matter. It's entirely socialized

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[cantstopmoving]

"No malls with puppy stories. Check." After living an entire life as a Wayne ward, complete with butler and manor, a socialist island paradise was a little hard to fathom. But he was nothing if not flexible, and if Tim had managed, he would.

Taking off at run for the sheer joy of it, Dick followed Tim four trees before leaping up and swinging past him. From up ahead, he glanced back over his shoulder, shooting Tim a brilliant grin. "So I'll work it off. I'm still getting you a puppy."

[needsarobin]

"Maybe you should meet Bob before you decide to get me a pet," Tim said wryly. "One unruly animal in the treehouse at a time."

Even though Dick's course was now leading them slightly away from the general direction of the training ground, Tim said nothing, just letting him lead. It amused him that Dick always felt the need to take charge with his "little brother".

[cantstopmoving]

Dick swung back toward Tim upside down and ruffled his hair on his way by. "You have a boyfriend named 'Bob'?" he teased, but his stomach twisted a little.

So what if he did? He'd be happy. At least Tim would finally be getting some. Right?

[needsarobin]

Tim shook his head and ducked away from Dick's hand, a little uneasy. "Bob is Bart's Pteropus vampyrus. Flying fox." It was a dodge, not answering the unspoken question. Dick hadn't actually asked if Tim was seeing anyone. He would have if he'd really wanted to know.

Prying had never been a problem for Dick.