He stared at the little boy with the small shoulders and the icy blue eyes as he had done for the last few years. Timothy was slowly growing into a thing of loveliness that made something dark and cold twist inside of his stomach. He had no wonder why the Court believed the rumors that he shares the child's bed.

They were true, to an extent.

And Thomas Wayne Jr. was no liar.

Timothy knelt in front of Richard with hesitation born out of their now more apparent difference in heights and how he did know - quite rightly so - that the smaller he looked, the younger and smaller, the more his little Talon protégé grew agitated and sad.

Richard was angry and hurt and all those wonderful things only teenagers were capable of, and how could he not be, when Timothy was all meekness and silence, ice cold nervousness but and condemnation.

Even when he reached with his tiny child hands for a wet rag to wipe the other boy's sperm from his spread thighs.

"D-don't," Richard said with a hiss, his skin clammy as he tried to get away from Timothy's wandering hands. "Don't touch me."

Thomas noticed how Timothy's pouty pink lips pursed for a moment and he found himself leaning over his seat with rapt attention.

"T-... D-...don't!"

"Silence," the boy hissed, his icy eyes piercing the older boy's as he slapped the back of his hands away as he continued with his task. "I'm so angry. I can't believe you'd engage the master head on! What were you thinking!"

Richard watched on in silence, his eyes wide, his lips trembling.

"You can't keep doing this. You can't keep rebelling!" Timothy continues with a kittenish huff of indignation. "I will not allow it!"

Richard's eyes widened wetly at the same time as Thomas raised an eyebrow, impressed.

Timmy was pissed.

"You'll stop engaging the Master, Dick! You won't even look at the Master!" the child continued, his doll-like hands clenching and unclenching impotently, visibly unaware of the fact he was digging his short, blunt nails in his friends overly sensitized skin as he did so.

Richard, however, was aware of it.

Definitely aware if the way his young body seemed to sway and twist in place, his skin a lovely pink of shame and desire that seemed to seep into his eyes and force his breath out of bruised lips.

What a thing of loveliness the two were.

How much Thomas loved them.

Thomas raised an eyebrow in amusement, silently wondering how long would Richard last with the object of his desire, of all his unholy fantasies, kneeling before his with such a lovely expression, with those small hands pressed against his naked skin.

Not too long, it seemed, as the teen finally let out a slow, building moan and his back arched in an impossible, shuddering angle.

Timothy's eyes widened.

Richard's closed tightly in shame.

"Dick?" The boy asked, unsure. "Are you... Hurt?"

Dick simply shook his head, tears of pure unadulterated shame rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'm so sorry."

"Wha..." Tim hesitated, his frigid blue eyes full of naive confusion. "What are you sorry for? What happened?"

But poor, broken Richard was far too gone to hear any hint of childish comfort from his friend. He just kept shaking like a leaf in a storm, his skin beaded with sweat.

Even when his young friend, his child friend, his ten year-old Timothy…

… noticed his rising erection.

"Oh," Tim whispered, as if the shock had stolen his voice away. "I…"

"I'm sorry, Tim, I'm so sorry," Dick kept repeating, over and over. "I'm sick, I'm so sick, please don't hate me! Please don't hate me, Tim."

Tim took a deep breath, doing his best to remain calm as his best friend fell apart before his pale blue eyes. His teeth sunk onto his dry bottom lip, his own hands became clammy and wet, still resting onto Dick's trembling thighs.

He swallowed.

"Was…" he hesitated. "Was this why the Master punished you?"

Dick stilled for a second, unable to open his eyes.

He nodded.

"Tim, I didn't – I… " Dick tried to articulate without much success, curling his legs up as if that would somehow hide his erection. He was hard, and Tim stared at the wet tent his cock made on his clothing, making it obvious. Making it impossible for Dick to pretend nothing had happened a hours ago.

"I can't say I am not confused," Tim said, shaking his head from side to side slowly in a futile effort to clear his mind. "I am, however, quite relieved."

Dick's eyes flew open, locking with Tim's clear gaze once more and finding only truth in them.

"You… are?" he whimpered, his trembling subsiding lightly, yet not stopping.

Tim nodded.

"I was worried that… you had slipped, like the other recruits… that you were going dark and I would not be able to save you," he explained, his tongue shyly peeking to lip his lips.

Dick swallowed hard, his own head shaking.

"Save me…?"

"This is something you need, right?" Tim sighed, his thumbs caressing the wet skin under his hands. "I'm too young to feel the need myself, but I know that you are older and this is something important, something that keeps you human."

Dick's trembling finally stopped.

His bruised, and bitten mouth, scarred and bleeding, curled into a smile.

"Yes," he said in a breath. "Yes, it is…"

If Tim, his Tim, his little angel and savior believed it was normal for Dick to feel such desires, to want that which he could never dare to soil, then it had to be okay. Tim always knew better, Tim was his reason.

"Then we should hurry before they catch us," Tim said with a shy smile of his own. "Touch yourself, I'll help."

Dick's feverish eyes widened, his muscles tensed once more.

"What?"

"It's okay," the child told him. "It's important to fulfill your needs."

Dick didn't look away from Tim's small smile, but his hand reached inside his pants again automatically, his wrist moving as he began stroking himself.

"Yes, that's it, Dick," Tim's smile widened, even as his cheeks grew pink and his own eyes became a little brighter. "See? You can't even help yourself."

Dick's whole body curled in, his head dipping, his shoulders hunching, his thighs pressing in. Mortified. A moan forced its way past his mouth.

"There you go, there it is," Tim whispered. "Let yourself go, Dick, I'll be here to catch you."

The teen's back arched, his voice coming out in hoarse, breathy moans that grew in intensity the more Tim's smile widened, gaining momentum with the child's soft encouragement. Dick's half-lided gaze came up again, and his pupils were wide, black swallowing the sky blue. He was biting his lip again, working himself, and moaning. The sound alone, and the slick noises of his hand against his cock…

Tim slid one small hand down to his tender inner thighs. He didn't reach for his balls, just spread his thighs further and stroked at that pale skin, childishly fascinated by the response his fingers created.

Dick found himself overwhelmed enough to fall on his back on the bed, every muscle taut and defined in the tension of the moment just before orgasm. The drops of perspiration glistening on his top lip, his jaw clenched and the tendons in his neck standing out as he teetered on the edge.

Tim's hand, his beautiful hand, moving over his erection; his heavy balls, his thick and flushed shaft, the head swollen and shining with pre-come.

The child locked their gazes back together, both glinting like jewels.

His pale, pink lips parted, his tongue now licking the top lip slowly, as if savoring Dick's moans in the air itself.

"Come now, Dick," he whispered. "Come for me now."

And, as the obedient slave to his angel he was, Dick obeyed.

His toes curled against the sheets, his head snapped back into an unnatural angle, his vision swam with each and every color of the rainbow as he finally found the release that he had been looking for, aching for.

He came.

The room fell into silence once more.

Tim's wet hand slipped easily from Dick's underwear, his eyes studying the appendage with scientific curiosity.

Dick watched him with tired eyes, feeling his chest burst with warmth and love and everything that his angel ever meant to him.

"The Master wants to kill all that is human from you, Dick," Tim whispered, his eyes narrowing. "He wants you to need for nothing, want for nothing… and I won't let him."

"Tim…" the teen whispered, his throat impossibly dry.

"Every need of yours, every single desire…" the child continued. "I will give you, Dick, whatever the cost I will keep you alive and well. I swear."

And Dick might have protested once, a long time ago, to such ardent declaration. Knowing his angel would run into untold danger if he allowed it.

But as Tim's small, pink tongue peeked once more to experimentally taste Dick's cum, still clinging to his pale fingers, he realizes he couldn't.

There was no denying his angel.

His God.

He felt himself smile.