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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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[ Terry is nothing if not a fast learner. Of course he would be, but Dick kind of expected that he would be this warm and eager when given an opportunity to do more than just kiss.

Dick's trying to be careful, still, it doesn't matter that there aren't that many years between them, if due to some highly unusual circumstances, or that while the gap in experience might be more substantial it's not actually a problem. There's just an added layer of feeling more like a mentor here than anything else, he's just been through so much more of all this than Terry has yet, he's not decades and universes away from home.

And whether or not that's relevant to what they're doing now he has to steer well clear of anything that could even vaguely resemble taking advantage. But that gets easier by the second when Terry's touching him like this, telling him exactly what he wants, and it makes Dick exhale slowly, chest arching slightly against that hand. ]

Just keep talking. [ He drags his other hand up too, and this one goes under Terry's shirt, dragging it up as his palm skims over those muscles until he's able to give both of those bared nipples a firm squeeze. He's still very aware of all the reactions he's getting, but he's definitely a lot less cautious about every move as they're both warming up even more. ] Tell me what you like. What you want to feel.

[ Terry really can't blame Dick for his caution. Terry's the type to throw caution to the wind. He's the type who likes taking the leap and seeing how he lands after free falling through the air, something he and Dick have in common. But he's also sure that if their roles were reversed, he'd be careful. This could complicate things and they don't have the luxury of not caring. Not in their line of work.

Terry was just willing to take the risk. And if Dick's hand slipping under his shirt was any indication? He is too. He arches into Dick's touch, breath hitching just a little in his chest. It feels like electricity and he loves every little jolt. ]

That. More of that.

[ It's not too rough, it's just enough to give Terry the room he needs to adjust to the sensations. Terry's hands becomes insistent, fingers mapping over every bump and curve and memorizing the way Dick moves when he breathes and where he's smooth and where scars are. He smiles when he leans forward and kisses Dick's neck. ]

I wanna feel my toes curl. Think you can do that?