"Nightwing."

"Yeah, Robin," Nightwing answered the transmission as he made his way home, tired after a quiet, but long night.

"Batman wants you to meet him at the abandoned rubber factory in the old industrial section."

"Why?  What's up?"

"I don't know.  He dropped me off back here at the Cave and told me to contact you."

"Why didn't he patch through himself?"

"I don't *know*," Robin answered, irritation evident.  "It's *Batman*...*you* ask him.  I'm off duty."  He yawned to prove his point.  "I'm getting out of this bird suit and going to bed."  Static crackled, then "But if it's something big, you guys better call me!"

There was more static, a series of clicks, and silence as the connection went dead.  Chuckling at Robin's typical attitude, Nightwing turned his bike to go meet Batman, mulling over what might be going on.  Some sort of activity that he didn't think Robin was ready for?  It had been weeks since that ill-fated day of 'fun', and his dealings with Batman had been minimal...and none at all with Bruce.  But still he felt that they had moved past his blunder, getting back to business as usual.  And if Batman specifically wanted his help, then, maybe, he had no need to worry.  Now, if only he could stop thinking about that kiss....

Once in the vicinity of the factory, Nightwing left his motorcycle in a safe place and made his way along the rooftops to the building in question.  There was no sign of Batman, but then, there usually wasn't. Just as he was about to go down and check out inside, he heard a soft thump from somewhere behind him, and knew instinctively that it was Batman, not some unexpected danger.  Seconds later, the air next to him was displaced by a fluttering cape, and the solid presence of Batman joined him on the edge of the roof.

He turned slightly to face the other man.  "What's the problem?  Somebody new trying to do bad business down here?"

There was no answer, just a slight jerk of Batman's head, motioning Nightwing to follow him as he moved back into the shadows, the darkness all but erasing the silent form.

When he had caught up, Nightwing said, "Batman...are you going to--"

The attempt at dialogue was stopped by a breath-stealing kiss, forceful but controlled.  Caught totally off guard, Nightwing was shocked, but not enough to keep from kissing back, his hands left hanging uselessly at his sides.  With a minute shift, he felt his back press against something, and his fingers found cold metal behind him.  Then, he was lifted slightly, Batman's hands on him, sure and purposeful.  He was so distracted by the tongue invading his mouth, concentrating so hard on breathing so that he wouldn't have to stop that fiery kiss, that it wasn't until he felt cool breeze brushing against his ass, that he realized his costume had been undone, leaving him exposed.  Batman ended the kiss, still holding him up with one hand, but fumbling for something with the other.

"Batman..." Voice croaking, shaking with a sense of matters spiraling totally out of control.

Again no answer, but he knew the eyes were watching him, though they were shrouded by the night.  He could feel the penetrating gaze... could feel the slick fingers that suddenly pushed into him, firmly, but not harshly.  His own eyes slid closed, and he groaned low and deep, giving in, though he wasn't entirely sure that he should.

Arms came around him, and he gripped the fluid fabric of Batman's cape while his neck was marked with stinging bites.  An intense kiss swallowed his moan as he was entered, and sucked up his breathy gasps as he was fucked with measured precision, and muffled the sob as he came--hard, lost in a whirlwind of sensation feeling the cock in his ass pulse in answer.

And then, it was over.  In the darkness, Batman made quick work of a cleanup job, and before he knew it, Nightwing was standing on shaky legs, panting heavily, costume back in place.  He felt the movement as Batman evidently did the same to himself before walking back to the edge of the roof...a living shadow in the dim light there.  Batman turned to face him, silent and still for a few seconds before turning back around and leaping off into space.

Nightwing leaned back, using the solid structure behind him to keep him on his feet, unable to get his head around what had just happened using any rational thought process.  When he was steadier, he got himself back to his motorcycle, his awareness reduced to the pleasant soreness in his ass and the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach as he drove home.

^^V^^

"Nightwing."

The temperature seemed to rise significantly, and Nightwing felt his throat go dry, and his costume grow tight, almost to the point of discomfort between his legs.

"*Nightwing*."  A tone that demanded to be answered.

Swallowing enough to ease his throat, Nightwing answered, "Yeah, I'm here."

"The old oil refinery near the docks."

There was a soft crackling and then the connection was broken, leaving no time for a response.

Nightwing hesitated only briefly before sailing through the air and landing deftly near his bike.  He wasn't fooling himself that it was an 'official' call...he had known instantly what it was about.  Well, actually, he had no idea what it was *about*, but he knew what would happen when he showed up, and as much as he felt he should be riding fast in the other direction, there was no doubt as to where he was headed.  He *wanted* to go, especially now that he knew what was waiting...the past seven nights of anticipation, desire, and lust all conspiring against him.  His heart ached with the knowledge that it was so much less than he had envisioned, but his groin ached for entirely different reasons and he desperately grasped at the opportunity to have anything at all.

Though the refinery had long been unused, the distinctive odor met him as he drew near.  He parked his bike, then walked the perimeter of the building, his nerves tingling as he entered a narrow alleyway on one side.  Batman was there somewhere...and he strained his eyes trying to make out something, catching the familiar shifting of darkness that he knew to be a cape settling around its owner.

He walked over to the spot, almost bumping into the large shape waiting there.  There were so many questions running through his head, so many things to try to make sense of, but as soon as a large palm cupped his ass, pulling him into the deep shadows, pulling him against firm flesh that bulged in all of the right places, all he could do was sigh and go with the moment.  Biting back a whimper as he was moved and his arms were brought up so that he could brace himself against the rough surface of the building.  Relentless teeth nipped at his neck, making a series of marks on the opposite side from the last time.  Unlike before, he wasn't surprised when air hit his bare skin, though he still missed the process that got him that way.

Again, fingers prepared the way, with the added inducement of a strong grip around his dick, pumping him slowly.  He grit his teeth, lowering his head and squeezing his eyes tightly shut, his fingers scrabbling at the wall, picturing in his mind the gloved fist jerking him off.  Hard flesh entered him, smoothly and deeply, the thrusts again slow and precise, but strong enough to cause jolts of pleasure on every push, yet easy enough so that his moans were never from pain.

The quick pace at the end was his own doing.  He kept waiting to be stopped from driving forward into blissful tightness and pressing back onto that filling hardness, but he was allowed to maintain the tempo until he came, his mouth open in a silent scream as he shuddered, spraying the wall in front of him with thick drops.  Behind him, Batman went almost still, but he could feel the quiet shaking and the cock throbbing rhythmically as it emptied into him.

The hope that that gift of participation had given him shattered when, as if by magic, he was again put to rights.  Mere seconds later, he felt a squeeze on his shoulder, and by the time he turned around, he was alone.

A distinct nagging pain took up residence inside him, stronger and more insistent than a week before, and he had to lean over and wait for a faint wave of sickness to pass before getting his bike and heading home.

^^V^^

"Nightwing."

Nightwing felt a fluttering in his belly that he tried to push away...when that failed, he determined to ignore it.  But he looked up from where he was examining a tear in his costume and met Batman's gaze.

"I want you to go with me to check out the deserted mattress warehouse over where the urban renewal project is set to start."

Nightwing swallowed visibly, but he didn't answer. Earlier, he had gotten a legitimate call from Robin about some shady activity, and after a run-in with some minor thugs who had been enthusiastically trying to prove themselves to a major player, currently in custody, he had been ready to hit the showers and get some rest.  Instead, he had followed the Batmobile back to the Cave, thinking that it might forestall any extra outings with Batman.  Hoping that the fact that seven nights had gone by wouldn't mean anything.  He should have known that that would be pressing his luck.

"What's up with you guys?"  Robin stepped up to them, eyeing them both suspiciously.  "Is something going on that you're not telling me?  Some new bad guys come to town?  What's with the secret late night stuff?"  He moved closer to Batman, looking up into his face, ignoring the fact that Batman's eyes never left Nightwing.  "I'm *supposed* to be your partner," he said pointedly.  Adding, "Aren't I?" when he got no response.

"Hey, sure you are," Nightwing finally answered.  "There's nothing going on...just taking a few extra looks around, that's all.  Right, Batman?"

Batman gave a short nod.

"I'll...uh...I'll meet you there."  Nightwing got up, going over to his bike.  He zoomed out of the entrance to the Cave not waiting for Batman.  He cursed himself for not being able to just ride home...or ride on to Metropolis...or *anywhere*, for that matter, where he wouldn't have to face the ugly manifestation of his need.  But the warehouse came into view before he could convince himself to bail out altogether.

He went inside, pacing the vast floor space, going over in his head the things he should say when Batman showed up.  Scattered throughout the space, were a few piles of leftover stock, wrapped in plastic but showing signs that rodents had been making use of the available bedding.  But, the subsequent noise he heard didn't come from little rats, but from a big Bat.  And there was no conversation, just the sound of plastic crinkling under Nightwing's knees, the smack of flesh on flesh as bodies met in a bid for sexual gratification, the sharp gasps as they both came, and then he was alone again.  In the echoing silence of the enclosed space, he realized that there was no way that the physical pleasure could ever combat the emotional pain, and he was sure that he could hear the brittle sound of his heart breaking.

^^V^^

"Nightwing."

Shit.  True, seven nights had passed, but he was hoping...  Still, he had been prepared for it.  He took a deep breath.  "Fulton and Reade.  Behind the costume shop that went out of business a few years ago."  Not exhaling until he had cut the connection.

Securing his bike, he walked around the corner to wait.

This time it was he who was lurking in the shadows, and he knew the instant Batman arrived.  He stepped out, revealing himself, and though he couldn't really see the other man's eyes, he didn't miss them widening in surprise behind the mask as soon as Batman saw him standing there in jeans and a leather vest.

"Not what you expected, huh?"  Incredibly grateful that his voice stayed strong.  "Look...I'm not doing this anymore.  I don't *want* it anymore.  I mean..." giving a frustrated sigh, "shit...I don't know what I mean.  I *do* want you.  I *do* want...this, but not this way."  He moved in closer, maintaining eye contact with Batman who was still and silent like some sort of grim statue.  "Is this how you really want things?"  His voice took on an edge when there was no response.  "*Answer* me!"

"I'm trying to give you what you wanted."

A harsh snort escaped Dick.  "Well, you've missed the boat on that one. You know, I had let it go...left it back up at that clearing, because I saw in your eyes that it wasn't going to work for you.  You didn't want me...or weren't ready to want me... or whatever.  And I never should have let things get this far, but..."  Mentally, he squared his shoulders.  "I love you and I want a lot of things with you...with the man that's in there somewhere.  Most of all, I just want to have you in my life...and I don't want Batman fucking me anymore."

He brushed past, wasting no time getting to his bike, mind shifting to auto-pilot to get himself home.

^^V^^

The knock at the door immediately made his head hurt.  The soft rapping triggering a corresponding pounding from somewhere inside his skull.  He had been steadfastly clinging to his resolve, but as each night went by...counting down to seven, he had been reduced to hoping that Batman would just honor his wishes, unsure if he could pass his own test.  The later the night had wore on, the shakier he had felt...anticipating a call...

Not at all expecting it to be in person...yet, he knew in his gut who was on the other side of that door.

He took deep breaths as he went to answer, trying desperately to harden his heart, unable to do anything about the cursed hardening between his legs.  More deep breaths when his hand tightened around the doorknob...setting his face into the stoniest expression he could...opening the door with enough force to make his shoulder sing with pain.

If he could have seen the look on his own face, he knew he would have broken into fits of laughter.  His eyes went wide, mouth gaped open, in almost a parody of the classic look of surprise to find Bruce Wayne at his door...a blue jeans clad, tee-shirted Bruce Wayne who stepped inside while he stared, gently closing the door while Dick still clung to the doorknob.

In the ensuing moments of tense silence, Dick got himself back under control.

"What's this?"  His voice wasn't as steady as he would have liked, but then, it didn't squeak either.

The calm reserve on Bruce's face faltered.  "I....  Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Get out."

"What?"

"I told you what I wanted.  Come back when you can tell me what *you* want."  Dick stepped back, motioning Bruce to leave, looking the other man up and down.  "And what you're wearing won't matter."

His heart was beating double time, but, damn, he was proud of himself.  No way would he let things go down that same thorny path, and he steeled himself for Bruce's departure, and a return to something more normal between them.  And he was totally unprepared for Bruce to advance on him, his eyes soft and warm, and his face showing emotion that Dick didn't dare name.

"So, I don't have to wear jeans in order to kiss you again?"

Melting...it seemed like everything was melting...his resolve, his insides, his whole physical being...giving in despite himself.  His breath caught as he whispered in answer, but it sounded infinitely more seductive than desperate.

"I've always liked the way you look in a suit...even the Batsuit."

A flush showed on Bruce's face, and he moved even closer.  "I don't think I know how to make it all work.  But what I want is to be able to be with you and make you happy.  I want you to be able to forgive me someday for how I hurt you.  And I want to kiss you again...really kiss you."  Taking a step back, giving Dick space before adding, "Please."

Deliberately, Dick stepped forward, opening his arms, waiting for Bruce to join him.  They came together in a simple hug, that progressed to a soft touch of lips, a gentle caressing of tongues, then mouths eagerly exploring, hands delighting in their own discoveries.  It was as if they had never kissed before...not in Dick's dreams, not in a sunny clearing before a storm, and definitely not on a dark factory rooftop....

When it finally ended, they didn't break apart, instead tightening their hold as they breathed against each other's necks.

"I'm not an easy man to get close to...to *be* close to," Bruce whispered.

"Tell me something that I don't know," Dick snorted.  In his chest, he could swear he felt his heart reviving, broken pieces realigning.

"I'm afraid and I hate being afraid."

"I know that, too, Bruce."  His heart whole and swelling with love.

"It's true that I've kept certain emotions locked away...but I've always loved you.  If I fail you in this, please remember that."

"Awww, Bruce.  You...you are the ultimate warrior...you fight for what you believe in.  You just have to believe that it's okay to want this...*Batman* has to believe."  Reaching up, Dick placing kisses against the tightly clenched jaw until it relaxed.  "You know," he said with a smile...the first to grace his face in weeks..."I never did tell you how good you look in these jeans."

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched a tiny bit.  "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah.  But like I said, I like the way you look in a suit, too."  He pulled free from their embrace, taking Bruce by the hand.  "How about you let me see you in just your 'birthday' suit?"  Said as he pulled Bruce in the direction of his bedroom.

Bruce let himself be led, anticipating the thrill of Dick against his skin...
 

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