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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse, Batman_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Dick_Grayson
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-26 Words: 5036
****** Bird Seed ******
by Darkriver
Summary
     Tim and Dick are out on patrol, but it's a quiet night. A game of tag
     turns into something more.
The way Nightwing moved was just poetry in motion, Robin reflected enviously.
Though they had both had the same teacher, and in many ways they were equals,
Tim could not help but feel twinges of jealousy when he watched his "brother"
glide from one rooftop to another.
The word Tim had to assign to it was "grace."
With every effortless handplant, with each soaring leap, Dick Grayson exhibited
his birthright as an acrobat. Watching him, Tim added a new word to his secret
list of adjectives he had for the first Robin: "lazy."
That's how he would have to label the movements, but oddly enough there was no
insult meant in the description. In fact, there was real admiration in it. For
though Tim could follow along and even gain ground on Nightwing, his movements
were economical, curt and purely functional. They were the maneuvers of someone
comfortable sailing hundreds of feet above street level, but not so comfortable
that he would flaunt gravity.
Dick Grayson, on the other hand, flowed like water. His whole body just melted
from one position to the next, propelling him easily across alleys and over
sidestreets. He was not limited by cables when he wanted to soar across a
boulevard; he just leaped into the open sky and glided.
Simply put, Nightwing had style.
Tim Drake grinned to himself. All that aside, he was still going to nail his
friend's ass in the next five seconds.
Thinking a few steps ahead in their little night-chess game, Tim had already
broken off direct pursuit and was arcing around a tall building.
Had this been a real life-or-death situation, Nightwing would have thrashed him
in the next second, but this was just a game.
Tim crashed heavily into Dick's larger form and they both went down in a tangle
of arms and legs.
"You're it," Tim whispered to him.
Dick pushed him off and kicked himself to his feet. "Using the shadow of the
WesCorp building to sneak up on me, eh? Not a bad idea."
"Oh, like you weren't expecting it," Tim scoffed. "You just wanted a breather."
Dick snorted. "I just wanted a nice, easy patrol. You're the one who insisted
we play tag."
"Well, all the loonies are tucked safe in their beds, so there's not a lot
that's going to happen tonight. Besides, you need the exercise."
"I do?"
"Yeah. All you cops do is eat doughnuts."
Dick took a swipe at him, which was deftly avoided. Glaring articulately at
Tim, he patted his concave stomach. "Does this look like a beer gut to you?"
Robin shrugged. "Give it time. Besides, isn't the Huntress Italian? She'll
fatten you up in no time."
Dick growled deep in his throat.
Tim raised an eyebrow. "You and Helena on the outs again?"
"You could say that."
"Oh. Uh, sorry."
There was an awkward silence. "Don't worry about it. That's how women are. They
run hot and cold, but I guess you know that one already, huh?"
Tim looked heavenward dramatically. "Do I ever."
Dick gave him a sympathetic look. "Okay, enough of that maudlin crap. I guess
I'm it, so, ten...nine..."
Tim bolted, grinning from ear to ear. It was a wonderful night in Gotham. Not
so hot that he was sweltering in his costume -- there was nothing quite like a
sweaty, itchy jock-strap to ruin a fine evening of crime-fighting. It was also
not so cold that his ears froze every time he took to the air.
They were not just playing tonight. The game was a diversion, a good way to
keep their minds alert as they patrolled the northwest side. Batgirl had the
northeast side, and all of south Gotham was safely in the hands of its senior
protector.
But the only robbery they had come across tonight had already been intercepted
by the police, so they were free to enjoy themselves a little.
Robin attached a cable to a far-off gargoyle and angled around a towering
apartment building. He knew Nightwing was hot on his tail; there was no need to
look over his shoulder. He was determined to beat his personal best of avoiding
getting tagged in one minute four seconds. That meant he had to try and be less
predictable.
The moon was almost full overhead, and there were no clouds in sight. That was
a disadvantage he was hard-pressed to cope with. He was much better at blending
into shadows than Dick, a fact that he always exploited.
There was no help for it though, so as soon as he completed his arc, he landed
on a third-story rooftop and pushed his legs as hard as he could. It felt
great, too, driving himself like this. Tim Drake had no trouble admitting that
the feel of his body reaching and surpassing its limits was a drug he was
wholly addicted to. The sensation of every muscle, every organ and sinew
melding together like a perfectly-tuned machine; it was exhilarating.
So much so that it took him a few seconds to realize that he was up to two
minutes and there was no sign of Nightwing.
That meant trouble, so he doubled back as quickly as he had come. It never even
occurred to him that Dick could be playing a trick. In their line of work,
crying wolf was a deadly error.
He found Dick on a ledge, staring through his binoculars at an apartment across
the way.
Tim perched next to him and reached for his own glasses. "What is it? Smuggling
ring? Drugs?"
Dick did not respond. He was just staring in mute shock at the scene across the
way. For a moment, Tim wondered if the Huntress was in the bedroom over there,
mounted atop some two-bit hood, so blatant was Dick's astonishment.
Robin raised his binoculars and fixed on the lighted window that his friend was
gawking at.
Costume party? Tim wondered before he could grasp what he was seeing.
There were two men in view, dressed in a disturbingly familiar way. One was
standing by the bed, one hand cupping his chin thoughtfully as he addressed the
other man, who was lying on his side on the bed. The standing man was dressed
in a cheap Batman costume, the sort one could find at any of the costume shops
in Gotham. He was average in height and stocky in build, but no more could be
told with the concealing costume.
The bound man was wearing a facsimile of the original Robin costume; the one
with the short green pants and short-sleeved shirt. This man was definitely
young, though much too old to be a "boy wonder." He was also blond.
Tim realized now that Dick was listening to his headset, which meant he had
sent a listening device over. As bizarre as this scene was, he saw no need for
them to linger here. But, as long as Nightwing was staying, he decided he would
have a listen too...
"Are you sure you're not hurt, old chum?" the one dressed as Batman was asking.
"Yes, Batman. You got here just in time," the other one vamped.
"Just the same, I think I'll check you over..."
"My legs are a little sore..."
Nightwing watched in horrified fascination.
Tim blushed to the roots of his hair. "Uhh...heh...um...we should go..."
Dick looked agitated. "But they're..."
"I know...I'm trying not to think about it."
Dick shook his head and shuddered. "Everybody's entitled to their kinks
but...come on!"
Things were progressing apace in the apartment. "Holy hard-on Batman!"
"I never talked like that!" Dick protested.
Tim could not help but giggle. "Come on, you can't tell me you've never gotten
the jokes before..."
"What jokes?" Dick asked peevishly.
"You know...about why a rich, mysterious billionaire would keep a boy at his
house?"
Dick gave him another expressive glare, but slowly a smile dawned on his face.
"Yeah, true...it always weirded me out..."
Tim was nodding. "I mean..."
"With Bruce?" they said in unison and laughed like schoolboys.
Tim shrugged. "The gay thing doesn't bother me..."
"Me either," Dick said defensively.
"Like it would," Tim retorted pointedly.
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"Just that you'd jump anything on two legs."
Nightwing looked back at the frightening scene. "They are sort of cute
together," he commented graciously.
Tim raised an eyebrow. "I suppose."
"...that's right, old chum, I'm gonna give it to you now," the man in the
Batman costume promised.
The two heroes looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Come on, NightVoyeur, let's let the children play," Tim urged.
Dick smiled in a way that always promised trouble. "We could go teach them a
few things about Robins, you know..."
Tim gave him a panicked look. "Dick..."
"Well, I am better hung than the guy playing my part..." Nightwing bragged.
Not certain how to deal with his friend's shifting moods, Tim just folded his
arms and gave him a disbelieving stare.
Dick's face was glowing with mischief. "I gotta do something to loosen you up.
This monastic lifestyle of yours is destroying the rep I worked so hard on."
"Oh, like you were sleeping around at my age," Tim challenged, feeling stupid
that he was getting so defensive. Dick always brought out the worst in him.
"Actually, I was," Nightwing preened. "And you would too, if you knew what was
good for you."
It was never easy to tell when Dick was joking, especially about sex. He very
much enjoyed shocking people, and so the more outrageous he could get the
better he liked it.
Noting both Tim's incredulous stare and his defensive posture, Dick pressed in
for the attack.
"I'm sure those guys wouldn't mind a visit...they obviously worship us."
"You really would jump anything that moves," Tim accused in exasperation.
"And have. I'm telling you, you're way too serious. A little mindless sex would
really take the edge off."
"I like my edge, thank you very much. I've worked long and hard to become, uh,
edgy."
Dick laughed. "Come on, don't tell me the thought's never occurred to you... I
mean, Arrowette, Wondergirl..."
"No!" Tim shot back hotly. "Either of their moms would kill me."
"Never even thought about it?" Dick held up his thumb and pointer-finger, a
millimeter apart. "Even a little bit?"
"None of your business if I have or haven't," Tim replied haughtily, feeling
the furious blush coloring his face.
"So you have!" Dick crowed triumphantly. "But you're right, girls have so many
messy emotional entanglements...you sleep with one, the others wonder what's
wrong with them..."
"You really are a piece of work," Tim growled, shaking his head.
Dick was in full "big-brother-pick-on-little-brother" mode now. "But that's not
to say you can't have a little fling here and there. You and Kon could solve a
lot of your problems with each other, you know..."
Tim stared at him, agape. He knew he should not be shocked. From everything
Dick had said to him in the late hours of their patrols, he was very liberal in
his views of personal intimacy. There had even been thinly-veiled offers in his
direction once or twice. In the back of his mind, he knew Dick was bisexual
(or, more aptly put, lacking in discretion), but the line had never been pushed
this far.
He found himself smiling despite it all. "That's not a very leaderly thing to
do."
Dick snorted. "You should have seen the way Wally and I went at it..."
Tim gave him another astounded stare. "You didn't..."
"Oh yes," Dick said with a laugh. "It was his idea, believe it or not. His
hormones were seething like a billion volcanoes. I was the only one in the
beginning who was open to the idea." He giggled again. "Man, talk about rug
burns!"
Robin winced, trying not to acknowledge the visual. There was something too
enticing, though, about the image of two randy teenage boys secluded in the
shadows of their base, desperately burning off their libidos.
"That's a story worth some blackmail," Tim mused.
Nightwing winked at him. "Wait until Bart's body wakes up. You won't be able to
peel him off with a spatula."
More visuals Tim rapidly sorted and put away. There was something wild and
dangerous in Dick Grayson tonight, which meant his friend bore watching.
Anytime Dick had to go a couple of days without a good screw, he got unbearably
horny. It was often times fun to watch, but tonight it was different.
Tim knew he was feeling horny too, and that spelled trouble.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably and put away his headset. With a look that
indicated it was time for Dick to stop being such a pervert, Tim took to the
air again. The whole encounter had left him feeling off-kilter and tense. He
felt more than a little guilty spying on the two men at their bedroom games,
but in his mind he placed the bulk of the blame on Dick.
Nightwing was behind him this time, chasing lazily. It was quite obvious that
his heart was no longer in the game of tag. In truth, neither was Tim's, but
for the moment they would go through the motions. Patrol was almost over, and
then they could go their separate ways and find relief for their discomfort in
their own ways.
For Dick, Tim was certain that would mean one of his many female friends. From
all of his talk, it was pretty apparent that Nightwing had no trouble getting
laid. Perhaps his tryst with the Huntress had cut down on his options, but
certainly not completely.
For Tim, though, the most he had to look forward to was a fast and furious
jerk-off in the shower.
Robin landed on a ledge and somersaulted onto a roof across the way, keeping an
eye on the more experienced young man on his trail. It was usually terribly
unnerving trying to stay one step ahead of Grayson, but for some reason,
tonight Tim could barely concentrate.
He thought of Dick's lewd suggestions and it made him burn inside. Not that he
had any intention of doing anything with any of his teammates; he had to remain
aloof. No, he was just absorbed with the idea of doing something with someone
for once. He had been playing the part of the pureheart for so long that he was
sure his balls were ready to fall off.
The simple fact was, at that very moment, a little action sounded really good.
Dick's blatant flirtations were impossible to ignore. Tim was perceptive enough
to know when someone was coming on to him, and he would have had to have had
his head embedded in concrete not to pick up on some of the hints Dick was
tossing his way.
But it really wasn't that simple...was it?
There were any number of good and valid reasons to not go down the road he was
contemplating; not the least of which was that it would give Dick one more
conquest to crow about. Other reasons, included, in no particular order (and he
mentally ticked them off): that it was a dangerous line for friends to cross,
that he was certain Dick would be disappointed when he proved really bad at it,
that it was a school night and he had a test tomorrow, that he would be
mortified (possibly fatally) if Bruce ever found out, and that he might
hopelessly get hooked on something he really did not have the time for right
now.
A heavy body crashed into him as he crossed a wide roof. Dick pinned him
expertly, grinning in that infuriatingly superior "I was born for this" way of
his. Tim huffed and tried to toss him off, but Dick apparently did not feel
like being moved, so that proved futile.
Tim stared up at him, realizing his heart was pounding against his ribcage. The
heady drug of his own arousal consumed him, making him squirm in a way he found
embarrassing.
Dick was breathing a little heavily as well. Above him, the stars were
twinkling brightly.
Nightwing leaned in nose to nose. "You're it," he breathed and kissed him
chastely on the lips.
Tim stared up at him, feeling wild horses break their tethers inside of him. It
was all very terribly wrong and against the rules and so on, but he couldn't
find it in him to care anymore.
He canted his head upward and they kissed again, tentatively, searchingly. They
could feel the chains of uncertainty constricting them, but they pushed on,
letting the kiss linger until their tongues were gently stroking one another.
When they finally broke, they were lying on their sides, smiling and flushed.
"So that's what you wanted," Tim said nonchalantly.
Dick winked at him. "Well..."
They entwined, rolling into Robin's cape to shield them from prying eyes. Soft,
short gasps were the only sounds as they kissed more and more desperately.
Tim felt fireworks going off in his stomach. This was what he had been fumbling
towards in all of the dreams he couldn't remember and the fantasies that never
quite coalesced. This moment, this embrace, this...man...was what he needed way
down on levels he could barely touch.
He hissed in pain and then laughed. "There's a rock under my ass," he told
Dick. "This really isn't very comfortable."
Dick cupped his cheek. "I keep an apartment in the city..."
"I know..."
"Race you...?" Dick challenged.
Tim nodded and they tore off at reckless speed. For the first time, Tim knew
what it was like to really fly as he soared off the roof without a care in the
world. Grinning like a crazy person, he launched a tether and swung away into
the night, anxious now that the decision had been made.
Tonight was his night. Not Robin's, not Batman's, not his father's, not
anyone's but his.
Nightwing flew ahead of him as graceful as always, and this time when Robin
watched him there was no envy. Something stronger and more primal had burned
away that petty feeling; lust.
They reached the fifteenth-floor apartment in minutes, landing on the roof and
sneaking inside like expert thieves. They were just two shadows among many,
passing out from under the stars and into the shelter of the building.
Once inside, Tim started to feel dizzy; a peculiar sensation to a young man
accustomed to skipping over narrow ledges. But everything was spinning out of
control so fast he hardly knew what to do or what to say. Part of him was
convinced that if he said anything it would sound stupid.
So he just looked at his friend and waited until Dick took his hand and led him
to the bedroom.
The darkened room was vast by anyone's standards. The bed was large and
rumpled, looking recently slept in. There were clothes scattered about on the
floor; enough so that the place looked lived in but not enough to indicate that
Dick spent much time here.
Tim's cape and mask joined those clothes instantly, fluttering down with only
the faintest rustling sound. The next noise was the bed creaking as they laid
down together, entwining once more and kissing with rekindled desire.
"Better?" Dick asked, caressing his throat.
Tim giggled. "Yeah, much."
Costumes were incredibly flattering to the person with the right body, but in
situations such as these they were an impossible nuisance. Not only did they
impede feeling, they were impossible to remove seductively. Dick bravely
struggled against Tim's tunic but finally threw up his hands in exasperation.
"This is worse than any bra I've ever encountered," he complained, plucking at
the laces. "Did you design this thing?"
Tim shook his head, working the costume loose. "It's better than shortpants,"
he jibed.
"I looked good in shortpants," Dick argued.
Tim got the tunic off with a little effort, trembling suddenly. "It's, uh, a
little cold in here..." he murmured.
Dick was kissing his way down Tim's shoulder. "It'll get warmer in no time.
Trust me."
"I do..."
Dick's hands were one his torso now, gliding over the taut muscles and
protruding ribs with gentle ministrations. "You're just like I was. Muscle and
bone."
Tim sighed contentedly. "It will probably be a lot easier on the both of us if
we just got our own costumes off, huh?"
Nightwing nodded, still trailing fingers over him. "We've got time."
Robin swallowed hard. "I don't want to wait," he said quietly. "Besides, I've
got a test tomorrow..."
Dick breathed laughter at him. "Okay, okay..."
There was a great deal of tugging and squirming and struggling and even one
incident of falling off the bed as they extricated themselves from their
costumes. Finally, they collapsed next to each other, a little stunned to find
themselves thus.
Tim stared at the naked beauty next to him, daunted by the muscled planes and
the sheer...size...of everything. There was no doubting why Dick was always
getting lucky; his body made promises that it delivered on with interest.
He reached out and ran his hand over that wonderfully sculpted form. "So, if I
keep drinking my milk, will I grow up big and strong like this?" Tim asked with
a little smile.
Dick grinned rakishly at him, groping him boldly. "Seems to me you're well on
your way."
Tim had to fight to keep from whimpering. It was so achingly good to have
someone handling him at long last. He had the brief, embarrassing feeling that
he would lose it right then. But he surprised himself by seizing control.
A whimper escaped through his teeth, though.
Daringly, awash in the sea of lust, he touch his friend's cock, tingling all
over. He had wondered if it would be too alien, too strange to feel another
man's penis, but it felt just the opposite. It felt exciting, erotic and
completely natural.
It was also hard as a rock in his hand.
Dick groaned, stroking him back happily. For the moment, they lay contented,
adjusting to the shared feeling of pleasure. Outside, Gotham was quiet, leaving
them in peace to find the intimate comforts they sought.
Dick pushed Tim's bangs out of his eyes and smiled. "Hey, uh, I wanted you to
know, I know you're only going to be able to hold on for a bit, and that's
okay. You've probably got at least a couple of shots worth." Realizing he
sounded condescending, he tried again. "I, uh, just don't want you to feel like
you have to prove anything."
Tim kissed him and nuzzled him. "Thanks..."
Dick rolled him onto his back and began an earnest exploration of his body. Tim
tilted his head back and groaned as expert hands touched him everywhere.
Nightwing was busy with his mouth too, nibbling and kissing at places he knew
to be sensitive.
Tim gasped as he felt a warm tongue run along his shaft suddenly, a preamble it
turned out, to a desperate, hungry suck. He groaned loudly as his cock was
enveloped by wet lips that glided over his modest length.
He giggled suddenly. "Holy blowjob, Nightwing!"
"I'm in a good position to bite you," Dick threatened.
"Sorry."
Dick snorted and went back to sucking. Tim's cock was a wonderful instrument
for this. Not so long as to gag a person, and not so thick as to make a person
have to dislocate their jaw. It was, perhaps, not the ideal weapon for an
industrious fucking, but Dick didn't think that was in the cards for Tim
tonight. He might end up catching, but it wasn't likely he'd be pitching.
He cupped the constricted balls in his hand and started bobbing up and down
furiously, certain his young friend was on the verge. Sure enough, Tim started
writhing against him, shuddering towards the edge like a train headed over a
cliff.
When he came, Tim saw spots before his eyes. The whole world lit up in so many
different colors that he was dazzled, scarcely aware of the yearning mouth on
him that was imbibing every last ounce he pumped out.
Tim melted into the bed with a throaty groan.
Dick settled against him, stroking his sweating form. "You hit that one out of
the park," he approved, kissing him again.
Tim tasted his own cum in that kiss, which sent shockwaves threw him. Still
slightly dazed, he turned and curled up against Dick in a 69 position, still
feeling tremors rocking him. He had never experienced anything so intense in
his whole life.
"Figured you'd still be pretty hard," Dick whispered.
Tim smiled hazily, stroking the monster in front of him. Dick deserved
something in return, and though Tim knew he wouldn't be very good his first
time out, he also knew that the gesture was deeply important.
He licked the head experimentally, feeling his partner jump. He had heard
somewhere that blowjobs were like pizza; even the bad ones were pretty good.
Tim breathed over the balls and the nest of pubic hair and took the head of his
friend's cock into his mouth. It was an intoxicating mix of alien sensation and
satisfied curiosity. Dick, for his part, went rigid all over, obviously
restraining himself. Tim knew how much his friend wanted to push, but he was
grateful he didn't.
Struggling with the length of it, he took a few inches into his mouth and
sucked as hard as he could. The responding groan was an encouraging sign, so he
started pushing what he could manage in and out of his mouth.
In reward, Dick started sucking on him again, pulling him close so he could
swallow Robin's cock to the hilt.
The bedroom filled with their muffled groans and whimpers as they pleasured
each other. Sweat beaded on their skin as they worked on one another, teasing
and tantalizing with a mixture of playfulness and desperation.
Tim could hardly believe it when he felt his second orgasm flooding through
him. He was so surprised that he lost Dick in his strangled gasping. His cock
felt like it was twice as big as he emptied his second load, paralyzed with
pleasure.
He came back to himself, panting and trying to clear his vision.
"Okay, I concede...you earned your rep," Tim joked weakly.
Dick licked him worshipfully. "It's a gift," he breathed haughtily.
Tim played with his friend's throbbing cock thoughtfully, still fascinated by
the wonderful feel of it in his fingers.
"Hey, uh, Dick...I was thinking...I'm gonna need a little more practice before
I can give you a really good blowjob," Tim said nervously.
Sensing a disappointing end to their romp, Dick bravely gave a half-shrug. "It
takes some practice," he conceded.
Tim looked up at his friend with lust still reflected in his eyes. "There's
another way I can get you off, though...isn't there?"
Dick pivoted around so they were nose to nose once more. "You don't have to."
Tim arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I want to..."
Dick licked his lips. "I don't know if you can handle it..."
Tim shyly looked down. "Maybe I'd like to try..."
Dick kissed him on the cheek and nodded silently. He produced some lube from a
nightstand and settled Tim on his stomach. With one hand he stroked his
partner's back, while the other pushed and slid into his ass.
Robin trembled all over, moaning happily as his friend worked the lubricant
deep inside of him. It was foreign and a little wild and very intoxicating. He
was almost lulled to sleep by the gentle ministrations.
"Ready?" Dick asked in his ear.
Tim propped himself up on elbows and knees in response.
Looking at the body so willingly offered up to him, Dick felt painfully
aroused. Though he had dared to fantasize about this only in the abstract; the
reality, he had to confess, was the most beautiful sight in the world.
He mounted up behind Tim, his cock sheathed in a condom and heavily lubricated.
It was sheer bliss to feel himself fitting up inside of his partner, parting
the muscled ass and sheathing himself home.
Both of them cried out softly in the night. Melded together like a perfectly
synched pair of dancers, they shared a moment of transcendent joy. They both
knew what it was, and they both clutched on to the secret they now shared.
Tim's virginity had disappeared like strands of gossamer in a summer wind.
Dick started moving, searching for a comfortable rhythm as he slid in and out
of his partner's body. Their cries were disjointed now, each lost in their own
world of incredible sensation.
Tim was tight yet pliant under him. The sweat from their passion made their
bodies slide together effortlessly. Robin's muscled shoulders were firm under
his grip as he used them for leverage, pushing in deeper and harder with every
demanding thrust.
Now there was urgency as well as need as he hammered his way home, hungry for a
release of his own. Tim whimpered and whispered pleading encouragements to him,
taken over by the power of their joining.
"Oh...sh..." Nightwing croaked as he felt the explosion that started somewhere
in his stomach.
Tim sighed happily as he felt his partner release inside of him, his cock
throbbing as it pumped out his seed. The orgasm echoed on for a few more
moments, sending shivers through Dick until he was near to passing out.
They collapsed together, exhausted but yearning for closeness. They could not
find words for a long time, but they were too tired to speak anyway. Questions
and worries loomed, but they would not face them yet. For just a short while,
they basked in what they had wrought.
Finally, Tim rolled out of bed and stood, catching his breath. Dick looked up
at his naked body questioningly, wishing for another round and knowing it was
impossible.
"You're going to come visit more often...right?" Tim asked with a quirky smile.
And Dick, who had felt a petulant disappointment building, found himself
laughing. "You know my number..."
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