15.) Idle – (Bruce/Tim)
"Idle hands are the devil's tools"
"Come on, Bruce." Tim whined; more like begged. "There's nothing going on tonight."
"No, Tim. Now's not the time."
Tim knew Bruce was bluffing, or at least, hoped he was reading him right. Hiding behind the white-out lenses, he could never be too sure. He had only to go on the curves of Bruce's lips, the tone of his voice. Tim was feeling bored, anxious, and needy. Bruce knew he should never have given the boy what he wanted, what he desired. Because now he wants it all the time and it interferes with their work.
"No one will even see us." Tim challenged, maneuvering in front of Bruce on the rooftop ledge, using but one mere index finger to nudge him back, further into the shadows. He obviously doesn't have that much power in one finger; Bruce was playing along, allowing Tim to break him, get from the man what he needs. Tim leaned into the broad expanse of Bruce's chest, splayed his fingers over the armor and hummed.
"You know I can't help it…"
Bruce relinquished what little control he had left and tilted downward to catch the teen's mouth, already open and wanting.
23. Warmth (Dick/Tim)
A cool night in Gotham with a chilling wind that bit through even the toughest of Kevlar. Grayson and Drake perch atop a building, keeping watch over the city. Dick can see Tim shuddering as the wind whips around him, chilling the boy's face. But Tim is tough and doesn't need anyone's help, so when Dick wraps his arm around the boy's shoulders, pulling him in slightly, Tim puts up a fight, a small protest. Mostly a battle of wills. Dick knows the boy better than – maybe – anyone so he doesn't give up and soon, Tim is pressed into the older man's side, resigned to the fact that he means warmth and comfort, which he admits in the darkest places of his heart that he wants from no other man than Dick.