BruDick Oneshots.
Warnings: Bad Language
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Robin/Nightwing... If I did *blushes* they would be humping each other each moment.
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Bruce's eyes darted across Dick's room. He raised an eyebrow at the semi mess the boy-- man had made. Seeing that the occupant wasn't there he closed the door and continued his search.
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Loving someone was one thing, restraining love was a very different.
Dick's eyebrow furred as his eyes scanned the book that Alfred had given him.
He raised his head up, meeting Bruce's gaze.
"Afternoon." he greeted.
"Hh." was Bruce's reply. Dick's eyebrows furred more. What did "Hh" mean?!
Bruce's gaze lingered on the young Grayson's figure. Just before he could start his sentence.
"Master Bruce. Master Dick. Lunch is ready."
Dammit Alfred...
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Is something wrong Bruce? You've been staring at me like that... Since you came downstairs."
"Hh." he replied. Dick's eye twitched a bit.
"Nothing is wrong." he finally replied.
Dick frowned. "Something is wrong. I'm not leaving Gotham until you tell me what's bothering you Bruce."
"It's nothing." A curt reply. A lie.
"Is it about the mission and my injury. It's healed for God sake!" he stood up and lifted his shirt up.
Bruce choked on his water. That action was beyond uncalled for.
Dick's blue eyes held curiousty. Something was definetely up. He pulled his shirt back down.
"So is it my injury?"
"No." a short reply once again.
Bruce fidgeted in his seat, positionin himself the third time since they started lunch.
He averted his eyes to the wall, then glanced at Dick then the wall again.
"Pardon me." he stood up and quickly turned, walking towards the bathroom.
Dick pulled him back. Bruce's well sculpted back facing him.
"Stop avoiding things and tell me what's wrong."
Not getting an answer, he walked in front of the older man.
Bruce's face was slightly flushed.
He tried not to look down.
"It isn't about the mission. Now if you'll excuse me--"
"Why is you're face flushed?"
Shit.
"Dick. Move."
"Not until you bloody tell me what's wrong!"
Bruce straightened. Averting his gaze to Dick's black hair. Clenching that hair in his palms, to have him writhing below him...
"So?!" Dick brushed his hair back and looked down in fustration.
Bloody Hell.
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Dick let out a choked gasp. Bruce's face flushed a little more.
The Grayson's eyes widened. He blinked. Stating openly at the man's hard on.
"You have a--"
"Hard on. Yes. Now move."
Dick let out a chuckle. "Is that what's wrong? It's normal you know? Soo, whose it for?"
"Ahh..." Bruce was speechless.
"Is it for that woman you dropped home Saturday night?" Getting no response cancelled that out.
"Whose is for?"
"You don't need to know." He stepped aside and started his way towards his destination only to be pulled back. Loosing his balance from his hurry he fell on his back. Dick falling on top of him.
It twitched.
He moved his hips slightly to brush it up against Dick's groin. His face showing a battle between restraint and pleasure.
Dick stirred and felt the heat radiating off Bruce's groin.
"Y-You're hard on is for--"
"Bloody shutup." Bruce growled pulling Dick's head towards his and taking his lips.
Hello! \0/I just recently got into the Batman fandom-- I had always been into DC and Batman, but I didn't know about the ships until AO3 REVEALED EVERYTHING TO ME.XD.Anyway, I fancy this otp- Bruce Wayne x Richard Grayson. -- BruDick.Till next time,HustlezLock7.Ps; If you want to find me where I update the most, I suggest Wattpad; I go under the name: MadGravity7_ [ I write KakaNaru, BruDick, Boku no hero academia [Aizawa Shōto x Midoriya Izuku. And also All Might and Izuku -Father and Son, And I'll soon start writing PJO.
