Gotham City Knights | Closed

Seeing as he'd been found out, he quietly hurried forward to catch up with Dick.
"Sorry," he replied, not really sorry at all. There was obviously something up, and it needed to be sorted.

(Is this going to be that they've haven't done anything before, but the tension/attraction/whatever is obvious to everyone except them? And then at some point during this, they obviously fall into bed together, etc.
Slow replies are due to me trying to pack for my DoE expedition over the weekend... )

[Yes Tim should get in Dick's bed and Alfred can walk in with breakfast in the morning and be like FINALLY Oh and I'm vanishing for an hour, getting a quick coffee with people ]

"Go back up." Dick ordered. "I told you I didn't need you."

( KK.)

"So? A little help never hurt anyone," Tim replied quietly, on the lookout for anyone else.

[I'm backish, haging with a flat mate ]

"Tim..." Dick muttered. "Go, I don't need you here..."

"No. I'm not leaving you on your own," Tim insisted in a whisper.

Dick glared at Tim. "I said go, Tim."

Tim folded his arms and returned the glare.
"I'm not letting you get yourself killed or injured by doing something stupid."

"Who said I'm doing anything stupid?" Dick asked angrily.

"You, indirectly. If you weren't you wouldn't mind having me along," Tim reasoned.

"I'm going home." Dick muttered. He pushed past Tim and headed for the ladder again. "Would that make you feel more confident about what I'm up to?"

"Not really," Tim muttered under his breath, but he turned and followed Dick, turning his back on the darkness.

Dick pulled himself up and out of the hole. He straightened up and realised Damian had taken the Batmobile.

(He's a bit slow, isn't he? )

Tim set the cover back after he was out, and started back towards his bike.
"You want a lift?" He asked, glancing at Dick.

[Tim's the smart one ]

"I'd rather walk..." Dick muttered, he didn't feel like talking to Tim.

Tim sighed, and then said, "Just get on the bike. It's only a few minutes drive."

"You're really bad at picking up on the subtle piss off hints aren't you?" Dick muttered. He wandered towards the bike reluctantly.

"No, I'm just ignoring them," Tim snapped, getting on the bike and starting the ignition.

Dick got on the bike, after considerable hesitation. "When we get back home, don't even look at me because I feel like tearing your tongue out and jamming it up your arse." He muttered.

Tim just rolled his eyes and sped off, heading straight back to the Bat Cave.

Dick remained silent.

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