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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 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?

[ Terry shifts back and despite that heat between them and Dick's general reluctance to stop he doesn't offer up any protest, if anything he was expecting a moment of reevaluation to happen at some point soon. His eyes are a little hazy, a little dark, when they track up to Terry's face, questioning, as his hands slowly work over where they've settled on Terry's hips, since he hasn't pulled back so far that he's actually moving off of his lap. Considering how deep and passionate that kiss went Dick thinks that his answer is pretty obvious, but he can't blame Terry for wanting to hear that answer out loud either.

So he'll hold Terry's gaze long enough to reassure him that he's serious about this. ]

I can handle it.

[ Said with a quirk of his lips, but he means it. And he intends to prove it, as he slides one hand from Terry's hip to slide a warm palm up and over his chest, on top of his shirt, for now, but not at all shy in how he's stroking over every curve of muscle until his fingers are rubbing against a nipple. ]

Are you ready for that?

[ His breath catches a little when he feels Dick's fingers exploring his chest. It's a little embarrassing how much time he'd spent thinking about doing something like this. All that unspoken tension needed an outlet and up until now he'd found it in just fantasizing about what it might be like to do a little more than just kiss.

So far, this has been better than whatever his imagination has cooked up, if only by virtue of being real. His heart's beating a little faster. If Dick can't feel it under his palm, he can surely see it in the flush that sits high in his cheeks.

He nods, smirks through that spike of pleasure. ]

Yeah. [ He mirrors the way Dick's hand moves. Over his chest and fingers ghosting over one of his nipples. ] I want you, Dick.

[ He sets the teasing aside for that quiet moment of vulnerability. He's thought about it enough. Lived with knowing how things could end if an opportunity to go home presented itself right then. Or how badly they could crash and burn cause they're still just people and people are messy and so are their relationships.

It doesn't deter him.

It just makes him want this more. Because he thinks whatever happens, it would be worth it at the end of the day. Besides, Terry trusts Dick and that makes saying it easier. ]