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-angry tim noises in the background-

Kyle tensed, expecting the bouncer to toss them out. There was no way Tim would really go along with that. They didn’t hold hands. There was no way they’d kiss. Not in a million years. 

Then the Lantern found himself pulled down into Tim’s kiss. A deep kiss, too. Tim wasn’t holding back. Kyle fought to keep his face from blushing. He wondered if he should kiss back, but when he felt Tim’s tongue press in he knew he had to up the ante. He slipped his arms around Tim’s shoulders and leaned into him, kissing deeper.

“I’m one of the best knights in your kingdom and you would have me play a glorified babysitter?”

King Bruce sat upon his throne, the young mage Timothy at his side.  The King’s ice blue eyes bore coldly into Knight Commander Jason, and though he showed no outward signs of annoyances, there was no mirth in his eyes either.  “You are one of the best, which is why I’m assigning you this job.  Timothy is one of our kingdom’s most valuable assets.”

“My king-”

“You will watch over him as his knight protector,” Bruce said, “You will stay by his side night and day.  And, when the time comes, you will ride into battle with him as General of my army.”

Jason perked up at that, “General?”

    “Wayne charm?”

 Tim tried hopefully.

    “Or they’re just jealous they don’t get to be      enjoying a day out with a lovely lady like you.      And before you ask, yes, Dick gave me five      bucks to say that.”

“Between the two of you, I don’t know why I even bother.”

Barbara polished her glasses against the edge of her trench coat. The humid rain was driving her crazy, fogging up the lenses every twenty minutes. She only caught the giggling co-eds across campus with the second or third cleaning. 

Send me “What Do You See?” and my muse will say what they see in your muse’s eyes.                                                                    & fromrobintored

     Bart resisted saying something silly; no nerd taunts or asking the last time Tim had a nap or a cup of coffee, it was just the speedster gingerly holding Tim’s head in the prime optimal way so he could clearly stare into his eyes. He points out the color firstly, with an innocent and simple tone like he was stating something obvious then becomes quiet and really looks. The speedster’s quiet for a while, maybe he’s having trouble figuring out how to read eyes ( to which he freely admits that he doesn’t have practice in ) or maybe he’s just enjoying his opportunity. 

     “I see—you,” There’s the beginnings of a smile curling on his face, “I can see your determination; I see someone who completely stupifies me. You’re smart and clever, and maybe–um… Maybe a bit obsessive. I can see your pain,” Bart runs his thumbs under Tim’s eyes. 

                    “I see the pain of someone who’s had to deal with too much.” 

“Well, this was unexpected.”

When Tony had come to Gotham for a meeting with Tim Wayne, he hadn’t expected to be robbed.