By the Night
Notes: Prompt: Your fic By the Night and sentence: "Move away from the door and let me at him." The fic can be found on AO3 as the rating is too high for here.
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Dick is wired with leftover adrenaline and the flush of success. The whole operation Red Robin and Black Bat had been tracking falling like a house of cards in only a few hours. Dick and Damian's presence a necessary catalyst to set off an elaborate trap that has Tim written all over it.
He takes a deep breath as he casually enters the elevator of the expensive hotel they rented. Smiling and acting a lot calmer than he feels, because the bust wasn't the only thing that had Tim all over it that night and Dick's more than ready to have that talk now.
Tim and Cass should have arrived before them, and Damian had opted not to head up to their separate rooms. A conscious choice Dick doesn't have the right mind set to think about right now. Maybe tomorrow, and he'll worry then if Damian hasn't dealt with whatever happened between him and Cass then.
He's got a fairly good idea of what, but it's hard to think about that when he's still more than a little off his stride from Tim. His mind has been turning that encounter over pretty much nonstop. Even when Nightwing was tearing through ranks of men with too many weapons.
He's not surprised to see Cass when the elevator doors open. She's standing solidly in front of the door to his rooms. Arms crossed over her chest and making no secret of the fact she's waiting for him.
"Move away from the door and let me at him," Dick says and he doesn't really recognize his own voice. Tension thrums under his skin and he just wants- needs to see Tim right now.
Cass gives him a look he can only partially interpret as she steps away from the door and up to him. She covers his eyes with her hand briefly before moving it down to his chest. Her hand cupping over his heart as she smiles.
Dick shrugs and the motion loosens some of the tight muscles in his back. Cass has never really needed words for the most important things she has to say. He has been blind if he's not seen what had to have always been there. Even when he thought Tim hated him. "Yeah, but we need to talk right now."
"No," Cass quietly disagrees and steps away to the only other room on this floor. Damian's, and Dick really should be worrying about that more than he is. "You need to talk. He needs action."
Dick waits for her to shut the door behind her before going in to his rooms. Tim's leaning against one of the many large windows that make up the building. Nothing in his stance gives away what he's feeling, but there's something in his eyes when he casually looks over at Dick that makes him reevaluate Cass' advice.
Nothing in Tim shows any kind of nervousness, but Tim never shows his emotions that well. Dick's learned that over the years. Learned it well enough to know that Tim is bracing himself right now for a brushoff or an attack of some kind. One that's going to hurt an awful lot.
Tim really doesn't need that talk right now, and Dick is fine with it for the moment as long as he can keep Tim around.
Tim draws in a breath to speak, but Dick crosses the room before he can say anything. Cutting off the excuse or apology with a soft kiss that he can drag out just as long as he wants. Long after Tim's gone limp and his arms have wrapped around Dick. Until they're both leaning up against the windows and trying to relearn how to breathe.
Talking doesn't seem so important after that.
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