dicktim <3
DickTim indeed!!!!
I am working on a Reverse Robins DickTim fic which I will put a snippet of under the cut,,, they are so
One second Dick is swinging across Gotham's rooftops with the wind beneath his cape and the entire city stretched out in front of him. The next there's a pain unlike anything he's ever felt shooting through his arm and his grip on his grapple reflexively releases, sending him plummeting to the streets below. The pain makes his vision fade rapidly, and as he descends he can't help but think, near hysterically, that he's going out just like his parents did.
Moments before consciousness leaves him he collides with something with less impact than he should. He has half a thought that Bruce somehow saved him, and half a thought that he's died and this is the cold embrace of death. Then he doesn't have any thoughts at all.
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He wakes up slowly but takes in his surroundings at a much faster pace. He was definitely wrong about Bruce having saved him, and if this is heaven it's a pretty sad showing. He's laying on a lumpy couch in a small apartment, from where he's laying he can see an old looking TV, a stack of cups and bowls on the coffee table, and various articles of clothing strewn across the floor. He thinks he sees a Superman comic hanging off the TV stand. It's a mess, is what he's saying.
He can hear what he thinks to be kitchen sounds over his shoulder, but doesn't risk alerting the apparent cook that he's awoken. Just as he's thinking this, the sound of a knife repeatedly hitting a cutting board stops and footsteps begin to come closer and closer. He isn't sure he heard the knife get put down, he tenses at the thought and shuts his eyes in as close a performance of sleep as he can manage.
If Dick manages to get himself kidnapped and killed he's not just going to be upset on his own behalf, he's not sure Bruce would be able to take it after what happened to his last two partners.
A frustratingly neutral voice snaps him out of his thoughts "You don't have to pretend, I know you're awake." Dick takes the voice's advice, taking the opportunity to get more information since his ruse is clearly up.
When he blinks his eyes open he finds himself face to face with the most beautiful man he's ever seen. His pointy bird-like face and startling too-wide blue eyes are the first thing Dick notices, he also seems to be sporting an awkward little smile. Everything about his appearance is startling, but still undeniably beautiful in an unusual sort of way.
Dick physically shakes himself out of his daze and refocuses on the things that actually matter. He looks more closely at the man in front of him, taking in short ponytail and the scar cutting across his cheekbone. Suddenly he realizes "you're dead!" he can't help but announce it out loud he's so startled.
The man, Tim Drake, or at least someone in his body, pulls back from where he'd been curled towards Dick. His eyebrows pinch together and he frowns slightly "I think I'd know it if I was dead." Then he frowns deeper and glances away from Dick for the first time, asking "did Bruce tell you that?"
