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Tim nervously paced in his dimly lit apartment as the soft glow of his computer screen cast flickering shadows across the room. His heart raced with anticipation and his mind consumed by thoughts of the one person who occupied his every waking moment - Dick Grayson.
For years, Tim had been harboring a dark secret. A forbidden love so uncontrollable that it burned like a wildfire in his chest. From the moment he first laid eyes on Dick, he knew there was something special about him, and something just drew him to the boy like a moth to a flame. He loved the look of the boy as he laughed, blue eyes sparkling brighter than the clearest skies, voice dancing like notes bouncing off a music page, and skin shining from its perpetually beautiful honey-toned complex. The way Dick floated through the air almost, even when he was walking - Tim had seen complete strangers stop to simply watch him when they had gone on their weekly hangouts. Men and women would turn and stare in silence and awe at the way Dick simply walked. He was like a gift from God. So tantalizing yet untouchable. Tim longed to touch him, to feel him, to hear him in ways that those strangers and friends and enemies couldn't.
To be The One.
He bit back a groan and stalked to his computer. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he scoured the cameras for any information he could find about Dick's whereabouts. He followed the man's every fluid move with obsessive precision, tracking his patrols and monitoring his activities with a dedication that bordered on madness. His erection pulsed in his pants, pressing against the confines of his jeans as he zoomed in on the cameras to watch the way Dick's shoulder smoothly rolled back. The way his wide thick chest narrowed and cinched at his impossibly tiny waist. That waist was so small, especially for a man. Roy had once made a comment in the Justice League bathroom about it when Dick wasn't there and Wally had slapped him across the back angrily but none of the other male heroes had said anything. Because like Roy and Tim, they had been thinking the same thing when they thought about Dick. All of them respected Dick too much to say anything to his face but in those dark nights when they were feeling uncomfortable, to put it lightly, they all knew what they were doing and because of whom.
But despite his best efforts, Tim knew that he could never truly be close to Dick, not in the way he so desperately wanted. Dick loved him as a little brother. He called him his "Baby Bird" and hugged and kissed his head but Dick never touched him any other way than that. Not the way Tim wanted him to. Not the way he touched Kori or Barbara or his other lovers. He didn't even look at Tim that way because all Tim was is just a shadow in the night, a ghost haunting the edges of Dick's world, unseen and unnoticed.
And yet, even as he struggled with the tightening feeling in his chest every day and night, Tim couldn't bring himself to stop. He was addicted to the thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline that surged through his veins every time he caught a glimpse of Dick in action. It was a dangerous game he was playing, one that could cost him everything if he wasn't careful.
But for Tim, the risk was worth it, if only for the chance to be near the man he loved for so long. And so, he continued to stalk Dick from the shadows, his heart aching with longing as he kept yearning for the oblivious man.
It had started off innocently at first. Simple idol appreciation. But then Dick went missing after losing his parents in the spotlight only to reappear under a new name and identity and suddenly Tim's insanity of searching through the newspaper his parents had thrown away in the garbage to obsessively watching every channel on TV for more information about his idol came to fruition. Then suddenly The Mistake passed away and Tim was Robin. He soaked in the comfort of his idol's name and colors, imagining that every time he stepped out in the costume, he could feel Dick inside him. All was right in the world because Dick gave him his undivided attention and Tim thrived under it. Then, that brat came along and stole all of Dick's love and attention. Tim felt a clawing hatred toward the pest. His idol! He had taken away all his love. Everything would be fixed if Bruce came back. Because then the Brat could bother Bruce and Dick would be his again. His plan was perfect.
And Bruce did come back but things didn't go the way he planned! The demon brat was supposed to cling to his father, the one he had been constantly yapping about, how dare he cling to Dick instead! And Dick was supposed to love only him again! When Damian left him behind Dick was supposed to be sad and come back to him and everything would have been perfect. But Dick always had too much for others in his heart.
He had hugged and cuddled Tim on his couch and kissed him and told him that he loves him. And Tim had wanted that but he wanted Dick to only be his! He wasn't supposed to share and he wasn't going to! So Tim would make it happen.
The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months as Tim's obsession with Dick only grew stronger, his every waking thought consumed by thoughts of the older man. He dreamed of a life where they could be together, where he could hold Dick in his arms and tell him how he felt. Deep down, he knew it was just a fantasy, a dream that could never come true and yet, even as he struggled with his desperation and obsession, Tim couldn't bring himself to stop. He was trapped in a cycle of longing and desire, unable to break free from the hold that Dick had over him.
The lights flashed on the screen as Dick watched the police pull up to take care of the villains he'd tied up before leaving the scene. Tim watched as Dick slowly entered his bedroom and stripped, every movement sensual as if he were inviting Tim into his body. To hold his tired body after a long night. To kiss his cheeks and lips and tell him that Tim will always be there for him.
Yes, Dick definitely knew about the cameras. He was a highly trained vigilante and if he had a problem with the cameras he would've brought it up. He and Dick told each other everything. And what Dick didn't tell, he showed on screen.
Tim ignored his erection and grabbed his grappling gun, leaving his Bludhaven safehouse to grapple onto Dick's building. He quietly stepped down the fire escape and slid open Dick's window.
Dick had fallen asleep but he immediately stirred at the sound of his window opening. "Who...?"
"It's just me." Tim whispered quietly.
Dick shifted in his bed. "...Tim..? What..What's wrong?"
Tim tip-toed to the bed and sat in the space where Dick's body was curved away. "I just...was having trouble sleeping." He murmured and then reached out and gently touched a smooth arm. The moonlight fell so beautiful on Dick's exposed body that Tim couldn't resist the temptation. "With everything that's been going on..."
Dick didn't question it and immediately his eyes softened. "Oh, baby bird, come here." He said and tucked Tim into the space under his chin with an arm wrapped around Tim's waist. Tim's erection that had waned because of the night air immediately flared up again from the scent of Dick's spicy vanilla smell. He shifted his lower body away from Dick so that he wouldn't notice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was a rumbling murmur above Tim's head and he could feel the way Dick's big chest pressed against his own with every slow breath the other man took.
Tim took a moment to answer. "No...just wanted to be with you."
Warm lips pressed against his hair and he was tucked in closer. "Always here for you, Rookie."
Tim huffed a laugh against Dick's neck, quietly pressing his lips to the skin under the guise of closeness. "Thanks, Acester."
After several long beats of tranquility, Tim finally felt Dick slip back into the recesses of sleep. He slowly drew the syringe he's hidden in his back pocket and pressed it against the median cubital vein, allowing the anesthetic to enter the bloodstream as quickly as possible. He waited several minutes before nudging Dick. "Dick?"
Dick didn't respond, completely passed out from the anesthesia and Tim smiled in relief. He pressed a kiss to Dick's cheek, then his nose, and hovered over his lips over the pretty mouth he'd been dreaming since he could have wet dreams. "This is for us, Dick." He pressed a kiss into those lips, savoring the feel and shape of them and drew back happily. "I love you so, so much. From now on it'll always be the two of us. Noone in the way. Just us." Tim kissed him again and felt a faint breath escape Dick's lips.
"You want me too?" He grinned happily. "Don't worry I took care of everything."
Tim rolled Dick from his side onto his back and pushed the blankets down, straddling his naked upper body. "Oh, Dick, you've been waiting for me for so long." He ran a finger down the divet separating his pecs as his own erection peaked out of his boxers. He quickly yanked them off and leaned back and stroked Dick's cock in his sweatpants until it was hard. "You did such a good job, let me take care of you now." He leaned down and kissed his idol again, slipping his tongue in between the other's lips and stroking it. His cock started leaking at the sensation. He kissed him harder and froze when there was a thud from the window.
"Yo Dick, your window was-"
The voice halted mid-sentence as the air inside the apartment chilled against Tim's skin. His erection quickly died and he haltingly drew back and looked up at one of the last people he ever wanted to see in this situation.
"What the FUCK are you doing?"
The voice was pure ice and disgust and anger all meshed into one.
Tim's chest heaved as he looked into the face of one very enraged Jason Todd.