Batfic: Tryptophan (Bruce/Dick)
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lady_bug_kayAuthor: ladybugkay
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 808
Summary: The day after Thanksgiving, Dick lounges on the sofa and gets a pleasant surprise.
Disclaimer: DC owns the characters and the rights, and my little fic makes no money at all.
A/N: Tryptophan is an amino acid used to make serotonin, which gives you a feeling of pleasure or well-being and makes you sleepy. It is found, among other places, in turkey.
A/N2: Inspired by BradyGirl's 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. (Prompt: pie.) I didn't use prompts from each of the categories, so this fic doesn't qualify for the challenge, but you should all check it out, anyway. This is just a quiet, lazy little ficlet with no real purpose. Nothing special, but it made me write it.
“I didn’t think it was actually possible to eat an entire pumpkin pie by yourself, but it’s good to know you can still surpass my expectations, Dick.”
Dick groans and slides down on the sofa until he’s lying on his back. “It was over the course of two days, and you know you helped me eat it.”
Looking at the body stretched out, unmoving, on the sofa, Bruce smiles. “A piece or two, at most. The rest was entirely a casualty of your sweet tooth.”
Dick struggles to lift his head and glare in Bruce’s direction. “It was the damned whipped cream; that was the kicker. Since when does Alfred leave me alone with pie, anyway?”
“I think he said something about you being old enough to know better, by now, although I might have misunderstood him.”
There is a sound suspiciously like a muffled laugh, and Dick wishes he felt capable of taking some form of revenge on a man who has never overeaten in his life. He feels a little like a turkey himself, right now, stuffed and cooked and immobile on a platter. Just the thought of going out on patrol tonight makes him want to be sick, and Bruce will spend the entire time forcing him into bizarre feats of acrobatic fervor simply because he can and he wants to punish Dick for his excesses.
“Bruce…”
“
Dick sits up as abruptly as his overburdened stomach will allow. “What? Since when do you let
Bruce gets an odd look in his eye. “Possessive, yes, and fairly territorial, I’ll admit. But on occasion, being friends with Superman does have its uses. And the day after Thanksgiving is hardly one
Dick isn’t convinced. “But--”
“But nothing. He said he’d take care of things, so you and I can take it easy. We don’t have to go anywhere, tonight.”
Now, Dick is concerned. For Bruce to concede Nightwing is allowed a night off is one thing, but for Batman to stay at home and let Superman look after his city, well, that is an occurrence that is beyond rare.
“Both of us? We’ll just take the night off and spend it lying around and…digesting?”
“Precisely.”
Dick blinks. Then shrugs. He’s too full to get overly worked up about Bruce’s admittedly unprecedented laissez-faire attitude. Groaning a little, he lies back down and closes his eyes.
“Are you comfortable enough, Dick?”
“Mmm.”
Bruce breathes out a small laugh. “Do you need a blanket or anything?”
“Mmmno. Thanks, though.”
“You’re welcome.”
Dick breathes in and out, drifting slowly and fading into black, until he feels the cushion dip against his side. When he opens his eyes, Bruce is right there, looking at him, and Dick can feel the heat rushing into his face. Bruce doesn’t look away, and perspiration beads on Dick’s upper lip while Bruce says nothing. And continues to stare at him.
“Bruce? Is something wrong?”
The corner of Bruce’s mouth tips up, and Dick would call the expression wistful if it were on anyone else’s face, but on Bruce, it comes across more as oddly mischievous.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Then, um, what is it?”
Bruce leans over and brushes his lips against Dick’s, and Dick feels the breath stutter to a stop in his lungs.
“B-Bruce?”
“You taste like sugar.”
Dick thinks there should be something profound lingering in the corners of that statement, but all he can think to say is, “I just ate pie and whipped cream.”
Bruce makes a startled noise that Dick really wants to label a snort, but he’s just tired enough to be generous and call it a choked laugh.
“Yes, Dick. Very true.”
“Kiss me, again,” Dick says quickly, before he lets himself think about it too much.
“Gladly.”
Bruce moves in again, but this time, the kiss is stronger and longer and deeper and harder. There are tongues this time, and teeth, and Dick is glad he can breathe again, even if it’s more like panting. When Bruce stretches out on top of him, Dick doesn’t even protest the weight on his stomach, in spite of the uncomfortably strained state of his pants that has nothing to do with the erection he has recently developed.
He doesn’t know where this is coming from, why now, tonight, after all this time; but Bruce hasn’t stopped kissing him, and there is no sign of the guilty desperation he always expected if this ever actually happened.
So Dick wraps his arms tighter around Bruce and lets himself fall into the heat of the sweetest kiss he’s ever known, on a night out of time when they are two instead of four, and the shadows are of their own making.
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Date: 2007-09-23 07:58 pm (UTC)I am very amused by Dick's lack of restraint, and happy with Bruce's aswell. Since we got a kiss out of it.
I loved this.
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-23 08:26 pm (UTC)I've been dying for a Bruce/Dick fix lately!
Thank you for writing this.
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:53 pm (UTC)I'm very happy I could help you out. Sometimes you do just have a craving for one certain pairing, and it's always nice when someone feeds your craving. I know how that goes.
As for Bruce, well, sometimes I think he deserves to have the chance NOT to be uptight and paranoid. Even Batman gets to be contented every once in a while. Thanks so much for your lovely comments! :)
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Date: 2007-09-23 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-23 08:27 pm (UTC)And oh, that last line is gorgeous.
*hugs them tight and wishes for them to stay happy.*
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:58 pm (UTC)And I rather liked the last line, myself. Thanks for your wonderful comments; they are very much appreciated.
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Date: 2007-09-23 09:46 pm (UTC)And that? Is perfect.
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Date: 2007-09-23 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-24 04:54 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're writing; it makes me happy to see something from you on my friends page!
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Date: 2007-09-23 11:04 pm (UTC)Come on, Dick, you can't just believe that...a little more fantasy, with Bruce so full of attentions for you and the soft atmosphere...
Very cute and romantic, lovely fic!
*Nightfall sits down, waiting for the next one to come*
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Date: 2007-09-23 11:54 pm (UTC)Thank you. That's the mood I was going for; I've written a lot of angst lately, and I felt the need to go the other route and write absolutely no angst. I'm happy it worked for you.
No, Dick really isn't expecting this little fantasy come to life; he's just eaten himself practically into a coma and is not necessarily in the most romantic of moods. That doesn't mean he can't or won't leap at the opportunity when Bruce presents him with it, however. ;)
>>*Nightfall sits down, waiting for the next one to come*
*grins* I have a couple of ideas for some Bruce/Dick stories. One, in particular, that I really want to write, but I need to let the ideas simmer for a while so that I know I can do the story justice. Because the one I want to write is a little longer than I have written for this pairing before, and a teensy bit more plotty, and so I want to make sure I have it all set in my mind before I risk writing it. I'll try to hurry...
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Date: 2007-09-24 12:53 am (UTC)And you've got a long, plotty Bruce/Dick simmering in the plot cauldron? Excellent! :)
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Date: 2007-09-24 02:37 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked this sugary little bit of fluff. Sometimes I tire of angst and want nothing to do with it.
As for the long, plotty Bruce/Dick? Well, it's not like it's a novel or it's insanely plotty, but the idea is there. If I can let it cook long enough and well enough that I don't end up abandoning it in horror or dejection, then I hope it will be worth all the aggravation. That's why I'm waiting. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-24 01:02 am (UTC)it's such a nice beginning to their relationship.
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Date: 2007-09-24 02:42 am (UTC)Thank you. Sometimes it's nice to think they can get together for no reason at all, and with no problems whatsoever. For some reason, I love writing the beginning of the Bruce/Dick relationship; I never get tired of it.
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Date: 2007-11-25 06:23 pm (UTC)Dick struggles to lift his head and glare in Bruce’s direction. “It was the damned whipped cream; that was the kicker. Since when does Alfred leave me alone with pie, anyway?”
Hee! He's such a little mischief. ~pinches his cheeks~
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Date: 2007-11-28 10:06 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
Guerilla Fic #13
Date: 2007-12-20 04:47 pm (UTC)"You scared me," he confessed. "I…don't want you to get hurt." Head injury. The head injury was speaking. He was not saying these things.
Dick smiled. "Bruce, our job is dangerous. But…I don't want you to get hurt either."
"I am exceptionally glad you're both seeing sense at last. I'm sure I can look forward to hearing your retirement plans soon then?"
"Alfred, I would like some coffee," Bruce declared, suddenly desperate to be alone with Dick. He heard the sigh from across the room.
"Very well, Master Bruce. It was worth a try."
Re: Guerilla Fic #13
Date: 2007-12-21 02:59 am (UTC)It's always fun to see Bruce in denial, convinced he's only talking about his feelings because he has a head injury.
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Date: 2007-12-21 04:05 am (UTC)