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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Fandom:
      DCU_-_Comicverse
  Character:
      Tim_Drake
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-26 Words: 677
****** Now Starring ******
by cmshaw
Summary
     He'd be steadier two paces back against the wall, but then he'd be
     out of range of the camera.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Tim arched his body up into the spray from the showerhead and breathed the
steam in deeply. There had been mud leaking slowly in from his armpit down
along his ribs for the last hour and a half and a headache building behind his
eyes for almost as long, and the hot water pounding down on him now left him
lightheaded with animal pleasure. He lifted his arms and arched a little
further to center the pressure on his shoulderblades. No -- if he moved a
little to the left -- there, now he had the water thrumming on his shoulders
and he was presenting the best angle for the camera in the center of the locker
area.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he scrubbed his hands down his
flushed and clean skin. Batman would be out for another two and a half hours,
barring emergencies, and that made this easier. Chin up a little higher,
present the strongest line of his neck and chest, and concentrate on relaxing
enough to show the relief that ran up his arm and down his spine when he closed
his hand around the base of his dick. The luxury of blasting the hot water like
this already had his dick throbbing and pulling upward, his balls tightening,
his nipples drawing in to rawly oversensitive points as he ran his other hand
across his chest. His toes curled and relaxed as he shifted for balance and
began stroking; he'd be steadier two paces back against the wall, but then he'd
be out of range of the camera. And he wanted to do this for the camera, for
Batman -- Batman wanted it, needed it, deserved it.
Tim shifted his hand from his chest to his balls, running his thumb lightly
over them as he began a slow stroke of his dick with his other hand and
reminded himself to let it show. He parted his lips slightly, which was
probably better -- he wasn't sure. He should review the tapes again, see if
Batman was more likely to keep the ones with his mouth open or shut, not linger
over the old footage of...anyone else. It was enough, it had to be enough, to
know that tapes of his actions were occasionally showing up in the folder where
Batman kept the rest of his -- it wasn't pornography if it was just
surveillance tapes. It wasn't pornography if Batman never (let Tim see him)
jerked off to it, if he just sat in front of the computers and pushed his cowl
back and steepled his fingers to watch. Tim knew; Tim had his own copies from
the central camera. Tim had his own copies of -- his hand felt so good, and he
had to picture it, just a little bit, just a tiny thought of (Robin) Jason
flinging himself dramatically down onto the mats after a hard workout, sweat-
shiny thighs spread (accidentally?) right toward the central camera or toward
Batman standing just offscreen and -- Tim spread his own thighs, widened his
stance and uncurled his toes and tipped his head back against the pounding heat
of the water and (mouth open, chin up, face forward) came in his hand for the
camera. He shuddered all over and kept his head up, reaching above and behind
himself to wash his hands clean. Batman liked -- as far as he could tell, from
which tapes were kept -- to look at his body just after he came.
He held himself there for several extra seconds before sighing and bending
forward to brush his fingers across the floor tiles and stretch his shoulders.
He felt strong and alive and immensely grateful to Batman for this chance to do
something with himself and for Gotham. And now, of course, he needed to wash
the rest of his body and head upstairs to bed. Alfred was going to wake him
early tomorrow to visit his father, and anyway he needed, for his own emotional
well-being, to be sure he'd be deeply asleep before Batman reviewed these
tapes.
End Notes
     Petra hosted a game of "Never Have I Ever". This thread was "Never
     Have I Ever Written Bruce/Tim".
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