Bruce was upset about something and it was bugging the hell out of Terry McGinnis.

They were sitting together at the end of the giant dining room table, eating pizza that Terry had snagged from Romi's Pizzeria on his way back from patrol. Bruce was absently chewing on the same piece he'd had in his hand for the last half hour while Terry was busy nursing his fourth piece.

Terry sighed and took a large bite of his pepperoni half; Bruce hated pepperoni and preferred sausage and Terry hated sausage so it all worked out.

"Terry."

He swallowed and licked his lips. "Yeah? You gonna get around to telling me what's wrong with you? You've been quiet all night about something and it's slagging me out just watching you try not to tell me."

Bruce laughed and smiled at him. "I'm that obvious?"

Terry grinned. "I'm around you a lot, so yeah."

Bruce put his hand on his face and said quietly, "I spoke to Dick last night."

Terry dropped his pizza, not at all noticing it slide down his leg and onto the floor.

Bruce looked at him. "He admitted Robin is his and we got into an argument. He's not backing down."

Terry banged his hand on the table hard and growled out, "God, I hate that guy! What the heck does he want?!?"

"He wants to help you, or so he says. I for one, think he wants the glory again. Being around you, it…brings things back for me, so I understand him."

Terry grabbed his shoulder and made Bruce look at him. "You're not like that, okay? You…it might be about experiencing Batman through me at some level but it's not…I love you, Bruce. More than you think, I know. I…I understand you. On every level."

Bruce reached up and grabbed his cheek, pulling him down into a kiss. Terry let himself be pulled, landing in the older man's lap and biting on Bruce's bottom lip, the kiss not breaking. He let a breath out of his nose and Bruce pulled back, attacking his neck and making him groan.

Terry reached out to touch him and Bruce held his arms down with one hand, then stood and pushed him down onto the table.

Terry laughed nervously. "Good thing the pizza box is on the other side of the table."

Bruce was silent as he pulled back and stared at Terry.

"Tell me."

"I love you, Bruce."

Bruce unbuttoned Terry's jeans and took him in hand, making the younger man moan and whisper, "Please, Bruce, I want you."

Bruce ignored him and continued his movements, bringing Terry close to the brink and then let go, running his hand up Terry's shirt and making him shiver.

"I know you do, McGinnis. Bear with me here."

Terry was shaking, badly and Bruce pulled his shirt up to expose his belly and licked a line to his chest and then smiled up at him.

Terry laughed. "I….you're such a….jerk!"

Bruce bit on his nipple and Terry gasped, cursing. He laughed. "I know."

He reached across the table and pulled on Terry's collar, lifting him so he was sitting straight up on the table, breath coming in gasps and face flush with lust.

"Asshole," Terry gasped, catching his breath, "All that build up and I'm still not satisfied."

Bruce kissed him softly and Terry closed his eyes.

"I'm going to deal with Dick my own way, but I need you to help me."

Terry opened one eye and eyed him warily. "Does this need to be finished right now?"

"No."

"Can we go have sex? Please?"

Bruce laughed. "Eager, are we?"

Terry smiled and kissed him quick, then jumped off the table before sprinting into the hall and calling out, "Meet you upstairs, old man!"

Bruce laughed and grabbed his cane, smiling and forgetting everything else.