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[RL, Dick & Tim] Reaching For a Breath

So. He was a girl. He was a she and his - her - anatomy was not the anatomy she'd been born with. Also, Tim had never been so damn confused by pronouns. The air in his room was cranked up, because the huge sweatpants and shirt did not make for easy living in humid weather. In any case, Tim the Girl Wonder (she hoped Stephanie never, ever found out about this) was stretched across her bed, staring at the ceiling and plotting Loki's demise.

How had this happened again? Note to self: never mock Bruce. That was, apparently, her downfall. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Tim rolled over onto her side, shifting uncomfortable. Every time she walked around, her pants threatened to fall. Maybe she should've told Dick to bring a belt, damn.

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"Alfred washes your laundry, oh special one," Dick said with a short laugh. Settling back in on the bed, he made sure not to cross his legs under him because he didn't want his boxer hole to open. Reaching for his own pizza, he didn't bother with a napkin and just started devouring it, vaguely oblivious.

"So, you should be extra considerate!" Tim rolled her eyes, trying to shift over toward the center of the bed, but the stupid sweats kept rolling down, God damn it. Muttering an angry sound as they dropped halfway down her hips, Tim tossed down her slice and wiped her hands, leaning to the side to drag at them. "Fucking annoying," she growled.

Watching Tim struggle with the sweat pants made Dick smile secretly to himself. Keeping the smirk hidden behind his pizza, he only stopped eating to put his piece back in the box and used a napkin. "You could just take them off, Tim. I presume that you are wearing underwear under there, however." Dick spoke gently and didn't want to pressure her or anything.

"Duh." Struggling with a pant leg getting caught under her foot, Tim finally spouted out a string of curses and wriggled off the bed, kicking the sweatpants off while clinging to her boxers. Okay, fuck. Jesus, at least the elastic in the boxers seemed to work. "Boxers and pizza party, apparently."

... Dick is outright staring, now. God damn, that's actually funny and she's wearing boxers beneath her sweat pants. Ha. He's snickering and covering his mouth discreetly with his hand. When he gets himself under control, Dick smiles at her. "Apparently it is." Snicker.

She heard that! And she is scowling! "What is so funny, Dick?" Cause damn this shit was not funny all over, and everyone kept laughing at her.

She felt like such a hypocrite.

Eventually, she'd have to apologize to Bruce. Eventually.

"You're wearing boxers. Man, I can't imagine the ride up you're getting." That was it, honest. Boxers were not meant for women to wear sans underwear, do not ask him how he knows that, please. That'd be a weird explanation.

Leaning in toward her, Dick just patted her on the thigh idly.

"Well I wasn't gonna walk around without underwear," she muttered and yes, epically uncomfortable, especially now with her legs stretched out to the side to avoid flapping windows. A window she didn't actually need anymore. Great.

The patting, well. She wasn't quite sure why she was blushing now, but she reached for a piece of pizza and took a few huge bites, nearly choking on a piece of artichoke.

"... And you should still let me measure you, so we can get you some real clothes." Settling back to resume eating his pizza, Dick just sort of eyed her curiously. God damn, it's Tim, he should not be turned on by Robin. At least not so forthright, because he might have always had some deep seated, vague, feelings for Tim. Bah.

The blushing and choking had him leaning right back in, patting Tim on the back to help her clear her esophagus. "You all right there?"

Her tiny esophagus? Bah. She swallowed hard and nodded. Fucking hell, damn. "Yeah," she choked out, swallowing hard. "Fine." And she leaned against his hand, just a little, just for a second before leaning away again because that was awkward, yeah.

"...I guess. Won't that be weird? And I still don't have a tape measure."

He frowned, just a little, when she leaned away from his hand. Fine, just... be normal and don't let Dick touch you. See if he cares. (He does). "Good, I don't want to have to do the Heimlich on you tonight. Or ever for that fact."

Surveying her, and shaking his head, Dick smiled vaguely. "Could just take you shopping."

"Or CPR." Hm. Was she blushing? Felt like she was blushing, but that's not likely, right? ...Shit. Running a hand through her hair, Tim shrugged lightly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

"I guess that would be a lot easier."

"Yeah, I just don't want you choking, Tim." Catching her glancing at him, Dick smiled slightly... and might lean a little bit closer. "I rather like you... alive." He didn't tend to notice when he was invading peoples' personal space as he was a creature who loved to touch, so Dick was just going to kind of keep getting closer.

"It might also be the best idea, ever."

"Uh. Yeah. Good idea." Tim? Not as touchy feely as Dick. Never would be. So she noticed. She noticed Dick getting closer, noticed him leaning. Shifting slightly, Tim went still, not moving away. Because they'd been at odds lately, she told herself; she didn't want Dick to take it as her not wanting to be around him, or something stupid...something stupid he probably wouldn't take it as....yeah, this made sense.

Dick... couldn't help leaning in closely to other people. It just happened because he was the social Robin. The one who craved physical attention and thrived off of it. Noticing her going still, a sure sign of Tim being uncomfortable, he frowned and leaned back.

"Sorry," he muttered and blushed just a little. Dick always felt bad when he made Tim uncomfortable.

Shrugging in response, Tim reached for another piece of pizza, picking of a piece of artichoke to eat. This had just gotten awkward, and...Tim shifted a little, glancing up at Dick again. "So, uhm." She licked her fingers again. "Clothes shopping? Really?"

"You need some... appropriate clothing. Boxers are made for men for reasons," he quipped idly and considered eating some more pizza. Hrm. He's going to get super fat eating this way, but fuck it. Dick picks apart another piece, eating the mushroomy cheese first, dragging his fingers through the sauce and just sucking at them.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't have to tell me twice, I've been massively uncomfortable." But fuck, that meant wearing girls underwear, and wasn't that just the weirdest fucking thought ever?

Thinking about Tim... Girl Tim in pretty underwear made Dick shift really fucking noticeably. Ahh, shit. Impure thoughts need to go. "Uhh.. Yeah, I can. Hmm. Imagine." AWKWARD. Dick was completely awkward now because so many thoughts about Tim were not a good thing.

Tim was just staring at her pizza. She, uh. She could feel the awkward, and was wondering why she still wanted to go shopping with Dick. It would be better than going alone, but - she was blushing at the idea of finding underwear and - and bras, and she was blushing more at the idea of finding them with Dick. And even more when she realized she still wanted to go.

This may just be the most awkward situation he's found himself in in ages, since probably the first time he learned that Tamaranians had the same sort of sexual organs that humans did. Yeah. That level of awkward. But he saw her blush too and maybe, just maybe that meant she was thinking along the same lines.

Tim was always the smart one, very sharp. And pretty. And what the hell, self? He thought as he just sort of leaned back in, sighing quietly.

Her head twitched up when he leaned in again. Huh. Fuck. Tim had no idea what to do, in all honesty. She was the smart Robin, yeah. Shouldn't that mean knowing what to do in any given situation? Yeah, wouldn't that be nice.

But she didn't lean away. She glanced to one side of the room, to the ceiling, then up to look at Dick, leaning toward him. Just a bit, barely, but Tim was sure he'd notice.

He did notice Tim leaning closer... And he held his breath for half a second. Swallowing thickly, Dick might have thought about what his body was doing for a long second, but that second was merely a flash in the pan and thinking just ended. Ended when he leaned in closer and brushed his lips against hers.

And then pressed his lips just a bit harder against hers in a real kiss, but pulls back when thinking comes back into play. Oh. God. He... just. Dick just kissed Tim and. He liked it.

Tim had dated a few different girls through the past few ears. And he hadn't - if he was to be completely, almost uncharacteristically honest with himself, he hadn't had a kiss quite like this since before Stephanie's...disappearance. Tim felt herself leaning into that pressure, until he pulled away; that's when she jerked back, looking a way. Ffffcuk ,that was, that was bad, it - oh, hell, what if Dick was just fucking with her - no, he wouldn't do that, he'd just - she was thinking too hard.

He's just sort of looking at her, because Tim had kissed him back.

Tim had kissed him back.

Breathing out sharply, a short little laugh, Dick couldn't help but scoot a little closer, hand moving to her face to gently coerce Tim into looking at him. Hey. Hey... He smiles at her, nay, grins at her. And doesn't say anything, just leans in and kisses her a little bit harder. God. That. Was great.

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