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[ Adjusting to life in the past wasn't the hardest part about any of this. For the most part, Terry could live without the automation and the other conveniences future living brought to Neo Gotham. Of course, he had to learn how to work a coffee maker that wasn't voice activated and use a manual elevator and remember to use cash because he was pretty sure if he tried to swipe his cash card, he'd be arrested. But it wasn't all bad. Not ideal, but not bad.

So if anyone asked, he'd be quick to tell them. It wasn't hard living retro. It was hard living with Bruce friggin Wayne. He'd always thought the old man was a hard ass, no question about it. But he also got a break from him. He got to go to his own home and sleep in his own bed and maybe sometimes have a social life if his own little merry band of misfits decided they'd behave long enough he could see the inside of a night club.

He thought - stupidly, foolishly he knows - that maybe a younger version of Bruce would be. He didn't know. Mellow? Chill? Not so tightly wound? But he was none of those things. If anything, he was more intense than ever. He'd spent hours interrogating Terry, vetting his story, confirmed what he could of it, looking at the suit and checking the tech in it. And at the end of it all, he still suspicious.

Terry supposed he should have been grateful Bruce hadn't just kicked his ass and tossed him into Arkham the second he popped into existence and claimed he was Batman from the future. And he was! He was even more grateful when Bruce agreed to help him get back to where he belonged. But that meant sitting tight. And it also meant no more Batman of the Future.

He tried. Terry really did and for a while, he was kind of glad to have the time off. There was time to catch up on sleep. To see movies and hang out with the other Bats, when they had the chance. He learned how to boil water and make tea from Alfred, instead of relying on a electric kettle to do it for him. It was nice seeing Bruce's life when it had people other than himself in it. But after a while? It got old. Really old and he found himself itching to get back out there again. When Bruce said no, it made Terry feel like he was going to lose it. He didn't have to be Batman, but Bruce couldn't keep him locked up in the manor forever.

But that was exactly what Bruce intended and that's how Terry found himself on the doorstep of Dick Grayson, after his latest clash with Bruce. It'd been a particularly nasty one and he just needed a few days to cool off. So he packed his shit (he didn't have much) and left. He's leaning against the frame of the door when it opens. ]

Got room for one more?

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[ Dick was definitely thinking about kissing him too, when they were tangled up together and he had Terry pinned down between his legs, even though there was nothing overtly sexual about it. That's just what they were bringing into it, he would have needed to be incredibly oblivious to not notice the tension that's lingered between them. And... there's a non-zero chance that he might have been, if they hadn't already kissed, but they had, and he's absolutely noticing it all now. Even thought about making a comment about it, just something to let Terry know that he's not stuck in some kind of intense moral dilemma about it.

It's complicated, sure, but isn't it always with him? With all of them?

But Terry seems to be fine, he's not overcompensating by being evasive or apologetic or distant, which actually puts him ahead of a lot of other people Dick could name. It's nice, just letting things be and not worrying about it any more than what comes by default.

A smile plays across his face when Terry just incidentally brushes up against him, he'll just casually slide that arm over the back of the couch, conveniently putting his fingers at the back of Terry's neck while leaving an open invitation for him to shift even closer. ]

If that's true then you're saying you wanted me to pin you down.

[ As if that's some kind of revelation. ]

[ It's complicated but what about being trapped in Bruce's orbit isn't? He's used to complicated, could deal with it. Bruce has trained him to navigate those kinds of problems. Granted, he probably hadn't expected Terry to apply those lessons to a situationship with Dick, but what the old man didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The point is, Terry likes this. He likes the easy way they've slipped into a routine and Terry doesn't feel like he's in the way anymore. He likes these little moments between them that feels comfortable and easy to exist in. They're not making things harder for themselves. Just letting it see where it takes them.

Right now, it's taking Terry closer, curling up a bit closer against Dick's side. His fingers on the back of his neck make him smile at nothing in particular. ]

I don't know what you mean. I'd never do something like that.

[ This is all so much easier now that he's past the point of internally debating on whether or not he should, and if so is he letting it spiral away from them too fast before they know what they're getting into, at this point it's settled well enough to convince him that it's not a passing curiosity for either of them. Which isn't to say that he's got everything all figured out, he definitely doesn't, he just knows that he's decided that it's not worth ignoring and later wondering what might have been if they'd given it a chance, Even if it doesn't turn into anything serious, or, the other very possible option, something that would end abruptly when Terry goes home.

Because as well as he's adjusting and handling this whole thing, this place isn't home, and Dick doesn't think that there's anything anyone could do to change that, even if they wanted to try.

He's not thinking about that now. His attention is on stroking his fingers against Terry's neck, not bothering to pretend that it's anything but open affection, and not very platonic affection at that. Of course he's not going to drag Terry toward him, but if he's moving anyway Dick won't resist the impulse to gently urge him to lean in, if not for a kiss then at the very least a brushing tease of one. It's all way too easy.

Which is kind of what got them into this in the first place. ]

Would you rather be pinning me down then?

[ Home is starting to feel like a nebulous concept. He doesn't doubt Bruce is working on reversing whatever Kobra has done to send him spiraling into a place that's home, but off just enough to feel surreal. He still thinks of Neo Gotham as home, even as he adjusts to life here. But it's also starting to feel distant. Like his hometown he's moved away from. It's a weird sort of feeling.

It isn't something he spends a lot of time thinking about now that he has things to do again. He's living now, instead of waiting for something to happen. And a lot of that is thanks to Dick. Bruce certainly wouldn't have been open to him operating again without Dick's influence. Even if he's put limits on him, it's still more room to breathe than he had when he first got here.

Terry tilts his head up toward Dick, a half smile tugging his lips. ]

And I can think of a few things I'd do while you're down there.

[ Terry's already right there. It takes so little effort to lean forward and press their mouths together, his fingers curling at Terry's neck, not at all subtle in either holding on or encouraging him to press into it too. Dick could make a dozen different excuses as to why now, when they're running high on the exertion and the adrenaline of a good fight and there's no injuries, outside of a few harmless bruises, to tug at his attention, an unnecessary distraction. But honestly? Now that they're here, with the way things have been going lately, he doesn't feel the need to even try to excuse anything. It's not like he has to explain anything to Terry.

He can save that for the side-eye he'll inevitably get from other people. That's coming, he can feel it, if it hasn't started already. Bruce is mildly frustrated with him already, though it's impossible to know for sure exactly what's going through his head, he has plenty of reasons to disapprove of any part of this as it is.

They can worry about that later. ]

I'm not completely convinced that you would know what to do with me.

[ Dick has to tease, a smile quirking his lips when there's a breath of space between them. His other hand is already drifting, his fingers trailing along Terry's leg where it brushes close, then digging lightly against those soft, thin pants. He was so careful last time, and while this isn't completely reckless he will tug Terry into straddling his lap, if he's getting closer anyway. ]

[ It's easier to accept that Dick actually wants to kiss him the more it happens. Cause, yeah, the first time could have been a fluke. Maybe the results of adrenaline and relief that they'd gotten out of a rather tough spot with relative ease. But anything beyond that has got to come from a place of wanting to. And it makes him feel flushed and warm to think that Dick actually wants this with him of all people. He won't complain about it. He wants it too. Maybe even a little more than going home.

It doesn't take much to get Terry to lean into the kiss, not with Dick's fingers on his neck and Terry liking that weight, that assurance that this is okay and they're okay. Bruce wouldn't like it. Neither Bruce. But was there anything Bruce did like besides the sound of his own voice? He didn't need Bruce's approval and clearly, neither did Dick.

Straddling Dick's lap is the most unexpected part of this and there's a flush in his cheeks. But he's smiling wide, hands lifting to cup Dick's cheeks. ]

I'm sure you could show me. I mean unless you're a terrible teacher.

[ He's teasing back, but leans forward for another kiss, lips parting so Dick could get as deep as he liked. ]

[ Dick is very much distracted, but not so distracted that he's not keenly aware of how Terry is responding to him, and if he sensed even a little hesitation or indecision he definitely wouldn't push. He's getting the exact opposite right now, so instead he's far less inclined to restrain all those impulses that have been teasing around those previous brushes that lingered too long and felt a bit too warm. Not that Terry has given him any reason to think that he's had second thoughts about anything that's happened since, and including, that first kiss, and he's not thinking of how much Bruce, any Bruce, would disapprove of this.

Does he want Bruce's approval? Yes, he always has, but. But he's also grown more independent over the last few years, he's willing to stick to his metaphorical guns when it's important. And this... is actually important to him, it's not just a fleeting curiosity, that much he knew from the start, whether that thought had completely coalesced in his mind at the time or not.

So he's not too shy to slide his hands over Terry's back, warm and caressing, letting them drag all the way down until he's gripping Terry's hips and tugging them forward, more into his lap rather than just hovering over it. While he's sliding his tongue into Terry's mouth, obviously, with a depth and rhythm to it that's pretty blatantly suggestive. It's as much of a response to that tease as anything else, though he'll still have something to say about it when he can be bothered to pull away from Terry's mouth for a minute. Right now he's busy.

At this rate they might be busy for a while. And he's more than okay with that. ]

[ A distraction Terry would gladly keep providing, if it meant Dick would keep his hands on him. There's no hesitation in how Terry returns the kiss or how his hands slip from Dick's face down to his shoulders. There's an easiness in the way they kiss, a familiarity that Terry's grateful for. It helps him remember the warm press of Dick's lips and how to tilt his head to get the best angles. And Terry didn't want to ever pull away. He didn't need to breathe. He just needs to keep kissing Dick like this.

And his hands on Terry's hips as he tugs him forward. Terry needs that too. He doesn't need much encouragement and slides closer so that their chests press together and his weight settles more on Dick's thighs. Terry's pleased when he feels the suggestive slide of Dick's tongue in his mouth and makes it no secret when he moans, quiet and a little desperate.

Warm desire spreads through him and all of it starts to pool right in his cock. He shifts in Dick's lap, as if he's trying to get comfortable. But it's not too much longer before he pulls away, hands pressing against Dick's shoulder, breathing heavy as he tries to catch his breath. ]

Careful, Dick. You're working me up again. You ready for that?

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