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"Maybe," Kisame said, thoughtfully, watching Grayson roll around on the floor, giggling manically in that way he had when he was utterly exhuasted but it was funny anyway, "Maybe I shouldn't let you read my text messages anymore. I'm sure Kiba's rant wasn't meant for you."

Grayson sprawled. He'd been half out of costume and it was only tremendous self control on Kisame's part that was saving his navel from a good licking. "But it's pretty damn funny, right?"

"Not for Kiba."

"I mean, I've had almost sex interupted but once you're acutally having it? Oh man, you better be able to hear the explosion," Grayson stretched out, turning the sprawl into an arch.

"Maybe he's got a special ring tone?" Kisame suggested, but he'd really just stopped paying any real attention to the converstation. It was about sex, right? Yes. He shifted a little. Nooo, Grayson was tired, right? Long night. Blah blah blah. Nothing BIG but lot's of little running arounds.

"Mmph, I mean, how can you fight with blue balls anyway? That'd hurt!" Hands and heels on the ground now in a perfect half circle, kicking into hand stand.

Kisame's eyes slitted half shut. Grayson had five minutes to start acting tired or he was getting dragged into the shower. It was cruel to wake a man up with at nine am with cackles and then roll around sweaty and half naked otherwise.

"Okay, if you ever fought you'd be fighting with blue balls, but," Grayson leered at him a moment, sprung back to his feet and arched an eyebrow. "You feeling okay? You're usually on me by now."

Kisame blinked, then attemped a scowl and an accusing, pointed finger. "You said you were tired."

"I was. I am. Sex me anyway?" Grayson was half through an attempt to bat his eyelashes when he got tossed over Kisame's hip. He twisted like an eel and got an arm around Kisame'd neck, somehow. "If I was too tired for that, I've have slept in my own bed."

Kisame didn't mention how that seemed to happen less and less, anymore, but only because it was early, and his brain was a bit on the one track side when it wasn't jumpstarted by coffee and/or adreneline. Besides, he was trying to work out the best way to lick a line along Grayson's neck down to a nipple and even when he was bright eyed and clear gilled, that was a task worth focusing on.

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Tim had never seen one of the villagers trip. Ever.

But he wanted too, in the same way he wanted to notice something's signifigance before Batman did, the same way he wanted to figure out wall walking, the same way he wanted criminals to go 'oh no not Robin, Batman's much less scary!'...

Okay so the last one wasn't going to happen, ever. But the others were maybe's.

And maybe there were way's to speed things up.

"So I think I should suck your cock," Tim said while he was dangling from his fingertips, watching Kiba saunter along a wire strung at an eighty degree angle.

Kiba looked at him, blankly, like he hadn't understood but when his next step missed the wire and he fell fifty feet between buildings, Tim figured that he'd been clear enough.

And it hadn't sounded like he'd spent all night practicing that line either! Yay!

Too bad he hadn't had a camera ready but if he'd had one of those Kiba would have wondered WHY and been ready for it.

There was a puff of smoke and Kiba plopped onto the nearest fire escape platform, fumbling with his belt.

Tim scowled. He didn't loose the grip in his left hand, but pulled a coin out of his pocket and threw it at the bastards head. "I didn't mean right now!"

"Why not!?" Kiba said, eyes wide.

"Cause I'm training right now, then I have patrol, then I have to sleep!"

"Blowjobs are totally training."

"No they arn't."

"They are. They totally are. Gag control in case you have to swallow a key."

"Why don't I just get a few keys for that?"

"Too hard to explain at an airport."

"You don't have a key shaped.. thing."

Kiba started to reply, then frowned. "Thing? We're back to thing? You just managed cock!"

Tim scowled and climbed back to the proper side of the ledge, glowering. "I don't have your oral skills."

"Which is why a blowjob would totally be training," Kiba said, fiddling with his own top button and looking downright soulful. "Oral skills are important. Oration is important. I feel they are related."

Tim scowled.

"Your older Penis seem's to think they are."

Tim looked confused a second, then started to rummage in his bag for something to lob at Kiba. An apple maybe followed by six batarangs... One MIGHT hit... "Don't call him that!"

"I just think that having to call him Dick's given you a complex. Do you have any friends named Cock or Member or Throbbing Rod? Any Rod's?"

Seven batarangs was the max he could throw at once with any sort of accuaracy. Yeah, he could throw them in really fast sucesssion, but not fast enough for Kiba to have annnnyyy problem grabbing them. "Some days I really wish I'd just kicked you in the balls on the helicopter."

"Well, at least you can manage balls," Kiba teased.

Damn, he dodged them.

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"You're free June ninth," Kisame said.

Nightwing blinked. Kisame's voice was coming out of the radio in his ear. Normally the only people that contacted him on that were....

Okay it was a long list that included all of the Bat's and just about everyone he'd ever worked with but it hadn't included Kisame.

Not that he minded, he'd given big blue the frequency thinking it'd make meeting up with him easier but-

"I mean it. You're free, Bird-boy."

"I am?" Nightwing looked around, up at the one or two visable stars. Good ole Bludhaven pollution, he thought. "Why?"

"It's Itachi's birthday and he's invited you," Kisame said in a tone of voice that Nightwing had heard before, just not from him.

"You sound. Like that's not good?"

"I'm stressed, it'll pass. See you tommorrow sugar buns."

Nightwing wasn't sure why he had to be told about these things three months in advance. Or at all, really. He didn't know Kisame's birthday, and he'd known the man long enough that he had to have missed it at this point, right?

What'd you get one of the villagers for a present anyway?

He tried to think about that for the rest of the night when there weren't more pressing concerns like not dying.

He thought about it during the day when there wasn't more pressing thought like not dying in traffic.

He really thought about it at the club Kisame's band was preforming at the following night, and would have given up and asked about it later if the suicide bombers hadn't rather distracted everyone.

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