Having a human familiar was more than a little taboo—there was an entire sect dedicated to the capture and punishment of sorcerers who stepped out of line—but Dick had been playing the role since he was a small child following in the shadow of Bruce's cloak. Actually, Dick frowned, he had trouble remembering why he wasn't Bruce's familiar anymore, just an overwhelming sadness and then—The young man blinked unsure what he'd been thinking about. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he turned, not sure who he expected to see.
"Tim."
The younger man tucked a piece of hair behind Dick's ear and studied his face for answers to a question Dick didn't know, then pressed a firm kiss to his lips.
"Yes."