#daviddick

Dick and David meeting for the first time since David gave up the cowl.

(I realized why I find this pairing hard to write now. While I read David’s Batwing run until he left I haven’t really read Nightwing since the court of the owls. I briefly read it but I feel so unmoved “Oh his girlfriend’s dead. Ah, the circus burned down and everyone hates him. Oh look at that he’s gotten the snot beat out of him and he’s laying on the floor in a heap, guess I’m caught up then.” Dick’s appearance in Batwing was great it showed character building for David and Dick getting to be himself rather than taking a nap in a pool of blood. Sorry for the rant! Anyways…)

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The city lights are a blur through lenses of Dick’s domino. “You could’ve chose to keep fighting, Batman would’ve.”

“I am not Batman. I saw my future and decided to change it.”

“So why’d you come here? I wouldn’t think Gotham is the top vacation spot for ex-vigilantes.”

“You.” David says, he’s not turned towards him but Dick feels his gaze on him.

“Me?” A lump forms in his throat.

He thinks of running out of a building awaiting David’s catch, not doubting the other man for a second. It was a year ago. A blink of an eye or what felt like a lifetime away in Dick’s case. David had asked him to extend his stay but he had declined saying he was needed elsewhere. He tries not to wonder what would have happened if he stayed. There’s no time to dwell on things so far back when he’s dodging bullets every night.

“I thought it would be obvious.”

“...I’m not like how I was.” He says, his shoulders tense. “Things are different.”

“I could say the same for myself.”

Dick shifts his weight between his feet, thinks about jumping and wants to laugh at how foolish that would be. “This could end horribly, you know that don’t you?”

“I have faced many horrible things. If you wish for me to be scared you will have to do better than that.”

“I forget…” he turns to look at David, “or I try to. What it was like to be around you. To feel needed.”

DickDavid, getting to see each other for the first time in a long while?

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Dick breathes in and out, air filling his lungs, his skin still tingling and drenched with sweat. They had barely said hello to each other when they had thrown off their uniforms and ended up in bed. He didn’t bother to keep quiet, his moans and gasp bouncing off the walls as he rode of David’s lap. Only the tight hold on his waist kept him from crumbling completely when they reached their peak. 

When David lets go he falls off to the side allowing the larger man’s arm to snake around him holding him close.

“I missed you.” he finally says.

There’s a hint of a smile on David’s face that he knows means the same.  In most of Dick’s relationships he feels a need to speak to quash the silence with talk of random things, anything to keep the room from falling quiet. But with David it’s different. The silence doesn’t fill him with doubt, instead he feels comfort in strong arms and warm breath. Their breathing settles and Dick lets his arm fall over David’s stomach. His eyes flutter shut and he listens to David’s heartbeat calm and fall into rhythm with his own.