Randomly bored, throwing out a story to amuse myself. Probably won't be amazing writing but it's what I can do.

Nightwing/Robin

I do not own them. Do not send me money. I know where you live. Reciept of money will case untold suffering for the sender. End Disclaimer.

For probably the first time in his life, Tim Drake didn't have a clue as to how to proceed. It had been about a month since he had started noticing men, well, that way, and nothing he did seemed to make it go away.

It wouldn't have been quite so bad, except that he was also Robin, sidekick to the legendary Batman, and therefore constantly surrounded by men of all ages in form fitting costumes. And not just any men, but the most handsome, virtuous men the planet had to offer. And he knew most of them personally.

After thinking it over and agonizing about it for several days, Tim came to three conclusions. One, that there wasn't anything he could do about it right now. Two, he needed to at least talk to someone, preferably someone he didn't see on a day-to-day basis. And three, porn was dangerously addictive and should be ignored altogether.

Numbers one and three were pretty much self explanatory, so that left number two. He finally decided to put an ad on one of the chat boards he visited regularly, and hope that whoever answered it wasn't a total freak.

"Confused in Gotham, just started to notice guys, don't really know what to do about it. Could really use someone to talk to."

Tim looked at it for a moment then posted it. That seems to cover all the bases.

A couple of weeks went by, and except for noticing that Superman filled his costume out really well, Robin would have been able to put his problems completely out of mind.

Except that for no earthly reason he could think of, Nightwing had started hitting on him. And not just the playful flirting that seemed to be the way Dick breathed, but serious, hardcore, allow-me-strip-you-naked-and-fuck-your-brains-out hitting on him.

And even that wouldn't have been so bad, except that Dick Grayson was easily one of the most magnetic, sexually charged men on the planet. And in all honesty, if he'd been a little more sure of his own feelings, Tim would have gladly called Dick's bluff, just to see how for he would take it. And bluff it had to be, because as far as Tim knew, Dick was straighter than Batman.

Tonight had been a particularly hard night for the Boy Wonder. After spending hours fighting crime and fending off Nightwing in equal measures all he wanted to do was go home, take a long shower, and sleep til noon.

Tim almost did just that, but after disarming and removing his armor, he checked his e-mail. And nearly fell over in surprise.

Someone had finally answered his ad.

Hey, there Confused! I know you said you wanted to talk, but don't they say that actions speak louder than words? Why don't you meet me in the Plazeria Motel, say 8 o'clock Tuesday morning? I'm in Room 118, and I can definitely show you a good time. Or at the very least, we can talk like you want.

Ciao!

Now matter how many times he rubbed his eyes, the message wouldn't go away. His first impulse was to delete it out of hand. He didn't know this guy, he wasn't sure what he wanted, Tuesday was today, and he was really tired.

But still...

Tim looked at the clock. If he hurried, he could get there early enough to check for traps.

This, Tim thought as he tried to get up the guts to knock on the door,should not be so hard. I've fought super-villains, dealt with killer aliens, and survived attempting to make small talk with Batman. All I have to do is knock on a door!

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and stood back, part of him praying that no-one was there.

And then promptly had a heart attack when the door opened to reveal Dick Grayson in all his naked glory.