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Officer Dick Grayson was a rare gem.

Or at least, that’s how it felt to Bruce after years watching the filth that infested the GCPD.

For months, Batman watched him, just waiting for the moment that the bright-eyed idealist became disillusioned with the system and fell into the trap of corruption. Or worse, the alternative would be that the kid would cause far too many waves and get himself killed… But then again, that’s why Batman was watching.

When Alfred came to him with a request from his old English friend Mary Grayson, the last thing Bruce excepted was to end up stalking a pretty and idealistic boy in blue. And yet here he was.

Alfred’s family had been friends with the Lloyds since before Bruce was even born and when their daughter married Gotham-born John Grayson, Alfred took it upon himself to check on the couple every time the circus came around Gotham. He had taken Bruce once, about a year into his Batman career and already buckling under the pressure.

Haly’s was internationally known for many reasons, from the ethical treatment of their animals to their world-class performers, the whole show was unbelievably whimsical. However, like everyone else, they were a target of the Gotham criminal underworld- the Maroni crime family sent an enforcer to extort protection money but Haly refused, too used to the extortions of criminals and corrupt law enforcement all over the world.

It was fortunate that Alfred brought Bruce backstage that day to meet his friends, it was lucky because Bruce had recognized Tony Zucco skulking around, had followed him and prevented the deaths of the most skilled acrobats he’d ever seen. Thanks to Bruce the show progressed as planned, the circus went on its way without a hitch and Zucco would be jailed not long after.

So Bruce knew Dick Grayson, had met him as a young boy and seen all the potential in him, had been impressed by the kid’s fearlessness and skill and wit. He wasn’t surprised that that boy became a world-renowned acrobat with world records under his belt, he wasn’t surprised when, years later, Mary wrote to Alfred saying Dick had gotten accepted into Gotham U.

He was surprised when Mary wrote again over a year after that because Dick had dropped out of school without warning and joined the police academy. In fact, he was surprised enough that he agreed to check on the kid.

And he checked. From afar but he checked.

Except maybe ‘checked’ wasn’t the right word because ‘checking up’ on someone doesn’t usually involve following them around, doing background checks on their landlords, digging into their work files or looking up their HR issues.

To be fair, he really only intended to see how Dick was doing and figure out why the kid decided on the sudden life change but after seeing him out on the streets for the first time, Bruce had become… Intrigued.

It had actually been a bit of a coincidence. He had already checked which precinct Grayson was assigned to and he had already checked the guy’s neighborhood but he didn’t actually intend to do much more than that. And then one night Batman was on a stake out, perched on a shipping container, trying to catch the men running a human trafficking ring in the act and get the evidence he needed to take down their bosses, when two patrol cars arrived.

The smugglers rushed out of the ship in which the victims arrived, but once they lay eyes on the cops they settled down and approached casually. Officer Grayson was a rookie but the other three were not, they announced that they had received a call for suspicious activity but rather than question the shady armed men, they merely waited until they were handed fat manila envelopes from the smugglers without a fuss and prepared to leave.

But not Grayson.

Batman watched as officer Grayson frowned, as if confused, and checked the contents of an envelope before throwing it on the ground and actively insulting his fellow officers for taking bribes. It all escalated very fast from there.

Guns were drawn and suddenly the rookie was surrounded. The officers tried to convince Grayson to just take the money and move along and when that didn’t work, threats were issued and a fight broke out. Before Batman could intervene, Grayson had already disarmed two co-workers without even having to draw his own weapon, the dark knight was impressed but stepped in at last before the kid got himself killed.

“I wondered when you’d come out.” Officer Grayson had commented as he and Batman found themselves back-to-back.

Batman didn’t reply. He wouldn’t admit it but he was impressed Grayson had spotted him beforehand.

There was screaming and shots fired but the fight was short, even with added gang members spilling out of the ship and from the massive transport truck in the docks, they all went down with ease. Too much ease really, it took Batman a moment to realize that the reason it was all over so fast was because Grayson had held his own fairly well and provided the support Batman wasn’t used to having.

It ended with Batman rounding up and restraining the criminals while Grayson went to free the victims, mostly women and children smuggled from abroad for a life of slavery and prostitution. Grayson proved very adept at calming the victims, going as far as speaking Cantonese to reassure them that they would be alright, he even gave a crying boy a piece of candy to calm him down until Commissioner Gordon and his backup arrived. Batman was impressed.

The two of them didn’t actually exchange another word, just a small grateful nod from the rookie officer that Batman barely acknowledged.

After that Bruce had become… Fascinated.

As the months passed, he watched from afar as Grayson continued to defy expectations. He was kind, always went out of his way to help those in need, he was also brutal and skilled in ways no beat cop was, he was respectful and highly disciplined but clearly had some issues with authority, seemed to be on a fast track to making detective but he was also a troublemaker.

According to his HR file, Dick Grayson was not a team player, continuously caused internal problems, had had three partners quit on him already, and was widely disliked by his peers.

By Gotham standards this just meant Grayson was a good cop, the kind that wasn't complacent with the corruption, didn’t take bribes or overlook the brutality and power abuse of his co-workers.

And anyway, according to Commissioner Gordon, Grayson did in fact work very well in teams, he was a natural leader and had the innate ability to make people like him, it was probably the only reason why he was still alive and still employed.

Grayson also had a dozen HR reports with his name on them, many for insubordination and reason aggression but after a little digging Batman discovered that those were from crooked cops with a history of police brutality that wanted to get rid of the idealistic rookie; the rest of the reports were complaints from half decent cops claiming to have witnessed situations heavily coated in racism and featuring more than a few slurs against officer Grayson’s origins.

Gotham was doing to Dick Grayson what Gotham did best- it tried to taint him, drag him down, and when he wouldn’t fall, it tried to drown him.

And yet, officer Grayson went on with his life with a smile, didn’t even seem tempted by the easy way out.

*

The second time Batman crossed paths with officer Grayson was during a chaotic fight with Two-Face and his goons after a failed bank heist. Grayson traded himself for a small group of hostages and somehow managed to disarm and subdue the goons even unarmed while Batman was busy getting to Two-Face and apprehending him before any real bloodshed could take place.

It was the first time in a decade that a Two-Face scheme ended with no death or serious injury,

*

The third time was the police charity ball.

Batman wasn’t too keen to give money to a corrupt police force but without funds they would never get better and Bruce Wayne was expected to make an appearance and donate so he went, even dragged along one of his kids (because the others refused).

Halfway through the ball he spotted officer Grayson in uniform chatting and laughing with Commissioner Gordon’s daughter. She looked lovely in a seafoam dress and her hair in piled curls, but all Bruce had eyes for was the officer in his well-fitted uniform that managed to highlight the broadness of his shoulders, his neatly combed hair as dark as a starless sky, eyes the color of a robin’s egg and sparkling in the low light, and a smile more stunning than any jewel worn by any of the socialites in there.

The officer danced with Barbara and Bruce felt something inside twinge, not quite painfully but tight and annoying. He wasn’t sure what it was and didn’t realize he was staring until Cass tugged on his sleeve and pulled him to dance.

Bruce didn’t know why he didn’t just go talk to officer Grayson, Alfred had already met him for tea multiple times since Mary’s letter, but somehow all he could do was watch from afar.

Grayson fixed that by coming to Bruce himself.

Sometime during the height of the festivities Cass ran up to Barbara, happy to see her friend and tutor, and Grayson, now alone, spotted Bruce watching from his table. He approached, taking a seat with a smile, and introducing himself politely, Bruce shook his hand as the officer mentioned Alfred and how he even remembered meeting Bruce when he was a child.

They exchanged brief pleasantries for a moment, for once Bruce felt awkward and clumsy in his gaudy Brucie persona and turned the conversation towards Dick, asking about his work and his family. Dick’s smile was incandescent as he spoke about the circus, it was pleasant when he mentioned the Gordons, and it turned tight when he talked about the GCPD.

Eventually, the officer asked Bruce about his family and that was a topic that Bruce was comfortable with, he bragged about his kids and how proud he was of their many achievements, he only stopped talking when he realized he had been rambling for several uninterrupted minutes and had to physically restrain himself from flushing when he apologized.

Dick seemed amused, still smiling as always.

They shared a few drinks as they spoke until the officer was called to socialize with other benefactors. Bruce couldn’t help but stare after him, even when Cass returned and announced that she was tired. He couldn’t get the man out of his mind even as Alfred arrived to drive them home and they left.

*

The next time they crossed paths was on the streets once more.

Scarecrow had some maniacal cliché plan involving the water treatment plant and to enact it he dosed Killer Croc with fear toxin and set him loose in midtown Gotham as a distraction. Croc was unwittingly causing panic and destruction but Scarecrow was bound to do much worse so Batman prioritized the latter.

Crane was surprised to be caught so fast, shocked that Batman had allowed the police to handle Killer Croc without him, and a fight ensued. Scarecrow didn’t really have a chance, Batman took him down before he could poison the plant and thanks to his mask he only got minimally doused with Crane’s toxin.

Still, Croc was wreaking havoc so Batman restrained an unconscious Scarecrow with a call to the GCPD, then he got into the batmobile and proceeded to speed to the midtown chaos. Several police officers were there already, including officer Grayson, but their weapons were proving ineffective and the screaming stampeding people trying to get away were causing more damage than Killer Croc himself.

Batman intervened, told the cops to handle the panicked masses while he wrangled the enormous crocodilian man. It was a tricky fight, the toxin had rendered Croc feral like a frightened cornered beast but he didn’t actually want to be there so Batman tried to contain him without added harm.

He managed to inject Waylon with the anti-toxin and he wrangled him away into a deserted alley. Croc eventually sobered enough to simply run away but in the process Batman got the nastiest of bites on his side, bad enough that Croc’s teeth had cut right into his suit and he was bleeding profusely.

The problem wasn’t even the bite itself, it was the little bit of toxin pumping in Batman’s blood, not enough to have him hallucinating his fears but enough to mess with his body, it made his heart beat much too fast, which in return made him bleed quicker.

Staggering from the pain, he was found by none other than officer Grayson himself.

The officer wanted to call for help but Batman cut him off, he needed to handle this alone, needed to get to the batmobile and back to the manor, couldn’t jeopardize his secret identity. Grayson wasn’t having it, he respected Batman enough not to get outside help but he still chose to haul the caped crusader up and carry him away.

Batman was surprised by the amount of raw strength in the shorter man but he supposed he shouldn’t be, he’d seen Grayson fight, seen him perform too.

After struggling up too many stairs, they ended up in the officer’s apartment where Grayson deposited Batman on the couch and rushed to get a first aid kit.

Batman allowed the officer to remove his utility belt but got snappy when he started to pull at the upper part of his suit, Batman had more secrets than just his identity after all so he didn’t allow the top part of the suit to be removed, he only allowed it to be raises up to his ribs, just enough to expose the bite.

Grayson didn’t argue with him, he simply cleaned and disinfected the injury until he realized some of it would not stop bleeding unless they used stitches and quickly. He apologized for the lack of pain medication and made the executive decision to stapple the wound shut until Batman could get better care.

It worked, soon Batman was patched up and bandaged with a message to Batwoman to bring around the batmobile.

Grayson actually offered him his bed but Batman declined politely. The officer never asked any prying question or make any move to remove Batman’s cowl, he just offered him water and ibuprofen and filled the silence by turning on the news and talking about little nothings until Batman got the signal that his ride had arrived.

Bruce wanted to say something, he truly did, but all he could muster was a gruff thanks before he took the fire escape and disappeared.

*

After that they started meeting more and more.

It started with officer Grayson catching him while was checking up on (stalking) the officer. Grayson had some leads on a serial killer that the police refused to use so he handed it to Batman instead. They all proved very useful.

Some time later, Batman was the one that spotted Grayson during a bust and handed him evidence for a case. Usually, that was the sort of thing he exchanged with Gordon on the rooftop of the GCPD but he trusted Grayson now. He didn’t know why.

Eventually things shifted, became a little more personal, and Batman couldn’t figure out how it had happened. He managed to remain cryptic and impersonal with the commissioner for years but somehow this young officer dodged that and crawled under his skin.

Grayson always volunteered for the night shift and had this strange habit of taking his breaks in high places- rooftops, building ledges, gargoyles, fire escapes, water towers, anything tall enough to let him see the skyline as he sipped on his coffee or ate a snack. It was a wonder nobody had mistaken him for a jumper yet.

Batman would often interrupt his own patrol when he spotted Grayson up high somewhere and somehow the guy always seemed to know he was there, he’d even wave rather teasingly. At some point the officer actually started bringing an extra coffee just for the caped crusader, he’d hold it out with a silent smile when the Bat slid up behind him and even when Batman rejected the offer, he never seemed upset and continued to bring coffee and even snacks over and over again.

Batman knew he shouldn’t accept, shouldn’t even be getting close, knew he should keep things impersonal and professional, but something about Grayson wore him down. It was comfortable to lurk on a rooftop and sip on a warm drink on a cool night while the officer’s cheerful voice updated him on the comings and goings of the GCPD.

One such times happened a cold February night. Gotham was quiet for a change, probably still recovering from Calendar Man’s little Valentine’s Day rampage, and Batman spotted officer Grayson taking his break perched on a gargoyle in Coventry, one leg dangling carelessly above the dizzying drop.

How Grayson had gotten up there was a mystery, the fire escape didn’t reach the gargoyles and the building itself was closed at that time of the night but somehow there he was.

The caped crusader emerged silently a few feet behind the man, wondering why he bothered to be stealthy with the officer anymore.

“You know, I bet your sneaky ‘materializing-out-of-the-shadows’ thing is terrifying for most people.” Grayson said without even turning, the grin obvious in his voice. He sipped on his coffee, probably milk and sugar, just as he liked it (and Batman wondered why he memorized that).

Batman didn’t answer, just stepped up silently next to the gargoyle. Grayson held up a takeout cup of coffee for him and the Bat hesitated, reminded himself for the hundredth time that he should keep things impersonal, and then he ignored all that and took the cup.

It said a lot about him that Bruce just sipped the hot drink without checking it first like his paranoid instincts insisted he do (in fact, they insisted he accept nothing at all), but he was rewarded with delicious coffee just the way he preferred it so maybe the trust was worth it.

He did, however, wonder how Grayson had at some point figured out that he liked black with three sugars.

“Thank you, officer Grayson.” Batman murmured into his cup. Alfred hadn’t raised him without manners after all.

“For the last time, just call me Dick.” The officer huffed and rolled his eyes. “That’s what everyone has always called me. Now that I think about it, I don’t even know why Dick is short for Richard.”

“It was game a century ago.” Batman explained without really thinking, it was a testament to how comfortable he felt with the man that he was actually talking of trivialities while in the suit. “Names that already had a short form were given a nickname that rhymed with that short version. Richard became Rick and Rick became Dick.”

“Oh, I get it.” Dick perked out and then took on a mischievous grin. “So by that logic Charles became Chuck and Chuck became…”

Batman choked on his drink loud enough that it drowned out the dirty punchline of the joke. Dick laughed loudly and delighted, a bubbly sound like good champagne that almost made the cough and the scalding coffee in Batman’s throat worth it.

“You ok, there?” Dick asked between chuckles of amusement.

Batman cleared his throat and merely nodded, trying very hard not to let himself blush, he would never be able to live it down.

Dick smiled, the kind of smile that could light up a dark rooftop in dreary old Gotham, but then the officer to checked his watch and a little disappointment overshadowed that joy.

“Well, I gotta fly.” He stood up, still cheerful, and pointed at the dizzying drop below. “Get it?”

Because he was a Flying Grayson? Or because he planned to jump?

Batman didn’t answer, it was not a good joke but somehow that didn’t matter with Dick, Batman would put up with any amount of bad puns if it meant seeing that smile.

Dick turned, seemed about to literally leap off and it alarmed the caped crusader for a moment but then the officer stopped and turned his head.

“Oh, by the way…” Dick fished something out from his jacket’s inner pocket and tossed it at Batman with a wink. “Enjoy.”

Batman caught the flat little box and before he could say anything the officer jumped with a little laugh and a daredevil attitude and absolutely no line to hold him or net to catch him.

Batman rushed to the ledge but Dick was fine- he used the windowsills of the old gothic building as footholds, jumping from floor to floor until could somersault elegantly into the air and land gracefully on the sidewalk.

The officer then looked up and waved cheekily at the darkness above before heading to his patrol car, his partner rounding the corner seconds later with an energy drink in hand.

Batman couldn’t help but enjoy the man’s adrenaline inducing antics but as the patrol car drove away, he checked the little box.

Chocolates. Officer Grayson had given him a little box of Valentine’s Day caramel filled chocolates.

It probably meant nothing, he probably got too many and was getting rid of them, or maybe he was just being thoughtful.

Batman shouldn’t accept them anyway, he really shouldn’t, but as he popped one into his mouth and the mediocre candy melted on his tongue, he thought nothing had tasted so good in a very long time.

*

The chaos was almost beautiful on that warm Spring night.

The Ace Chemicals plant was currently on fire and the flames roared in rainbow colors from the amount of different chemical components in the building, sparks and colorful blasts igniting the sky as the building crumbled under the pressure of enormous sentient plants.

Batman arrived in time to watch Poison Ivy fighting the dozen police officers that had rushed to the scene, she looked almost feral in her rage and gigantic weirdly-shaped maroon flowers with prehensile petals covered in sharp barbs and gooey acidic secretions surrounded her like monstrous sundew trying to devour the officers. In front of her was a wall of massive thorns, keeping everyone away.

Most of the officers were either emptying their guns on the metahuman and trying to surround her or they were trapped in the carnivorous flowers and screaming at their acidic touch. Only one officer wasn’t shooting, in fact he seemed to be trying to convince the others to refocus their efforts on the massive fire rather then Poison Ivy but he was going ignored.

It seemed like a scene from a horror movie to any onlooker, it seemed like the famous ecoterrorist had decided to destroy the chemical plant and was attempting to kill anyone that got in her way.

But this was not Ivy’s MO, something was off, so Batman took in the details and rapidly accessed that nothing was what it seemed.

Ivy didn’t want a fight, she wanted to retreat and they weren’t letting her, her feral appearance hid the body language of someone in acute panic and distress, and a closer more attentive look revealed that she was shielding something with her body and her wall of thorns.

Batman moved closer to try to contain her and spotted an unconscious and injured Harley Quinn being carried protectively in vines behind Ivy. He instantly formed a theory.

Harley had left the Joker months prior after the man tried to kill her one too many times, she was tired of the abuse and disrespect and Joker could do nothing about it because he had been locked up in Arkham. However, Joker had escaped from Arkham a few weeks ago and Batman knew for a fact that there was nothing the clown hated more than rejection.

This chemical plant was an emotional touchstone for Joker’s relationship with Harley.

Joker had probably abducted Harley and attempted to enact some convoluted revenge murder plot. Ivy and Harley were close, Ivy had probably attempted to rescue Harley and the ensuing fight caused the destruction and fire in the plant. Poison Ivy was currently just trying to get her friend to safety and the police was in her way.

After fighting through one of Ivy’s murder flowers he managed to come close enough to face the metahuman but she immediately tried to attack with her vines. Batman dodged and asked her in the Joker was still inside the fiery inferno that was the factory; his theory must have been right because it surprised Ivy enough that she hesitated and he used the opening to fling electrified batarangs at the flowers with trapped officers.

The struck plants spasmed at being electrically fried from the inside and released their victims while Ivy went berserk on Batman again and he had to fight to defend himself.

The officer that been tried to redirect the others to the fire earlier managed to convince the other policemen to focus on their injured colleagues, he managed to tell them all to back down and let Batman handle the situation. The dark knight recognized Dick Grayson at once and knew that he too had figured out what Ivy was doing.

With the cops backing down, Ivy saw a chance to escape, one her vines whipped out against Batman, hitting him like a steel cable and knocking him away until he crashed into a wall. He was definitely going to bruise but it was fine, Batman intended to let her go and the amount of armor he was wearing that night absorbed most of the impact.

Officer Grayson rushed to check on Batman but the noise of new sires from cop cars and the fire department seemed to alarm Ivy, she knew that soon she’d be surrounded by a crowd of people again. She lost her patience and blew out a cloud of pollen over all of them, almost everyone was dazed immediately and the metahuman finally escaped with Harley.

Batman instantly began to feel the headrush from the pollen and he could see all the police officers in similar states, almost all them stupefied. He pulled all the antidote doses he had in his utility belt- there were only ten.

He glanced up at officer Grayson and the man seemed to understand even without words, he held his hand out and accepted the little vials.

“I’ll give it to them.” Grayson promised and rushed out to the other officers.

One of the cops was practically comatose, the pollen was unlikely to affect him so Grayson focused on giving the antidote to the others before they started to lose their minds to whatever base instincts the pollen drew out. It worked and the officers began to redirect their attention to the fire, creating a perimeter and issuing orders to the new arrivals as the firemen did their job.

Grayson prioritized everyone else, there was no antidote left for him or Batman and his immediate instinct was to gravitate to the dark knight for guidance. His olive skin was flushed and the pupils of his brilliant sapphire eyes were rapidly dilating.

Batman accessed the situation and determined that the police and fire department could handle things from there, if the Joker had survived he’d be licking his wounds and Batman could handle him later. It would be safer if he removed Grayson and himself from the scene so they could weather out the effects of the pollen privately. His sudden desire to rip off Dick’s uniform had absolutely nothing to do with his decision.

“I have a safehouse in the Bowery.” He announced as he headed to the batmobile with Grayson close behind.

“My apartment is closer.” Dick suggested, sounding mildly desperate and more than a little excited.

Batman nodded because that did indeed sound like a better option, the safehouse was, well, safer, but he couldn’t wait, didn’t really care where they went as long as it was close.

Once inside the batmobile, they sped through the streets far more than was safe, Bruce could feel his heart beating much too fast, his skin felt abnormally sensitive and warm, his suit was much too constricting, he was making a mess of his underwear already and his head was rapidly filling with aroused fog as he struggled to drive and not just pull over and crawl onto the lap of the attractive man next to him.

Luckily, soon enough they were parked in the empty alley behind Grayson’s ancient building, it took only moments after that to get to the apartment and lock the door behind them.

He almost expected it to be a little awkward, that maybe suddenly being alone together in the state they were both in would bring some clarity to the situation and knock some sense into them.

None of that happened.

They door was barely locked and Batman already had the officer pinned to the wall, kissing him like he needed the man’s lips to breathe. Dick kissed like he was starved for it, practically fucking his tongue into the Bat’s mouth and tracing the sharp edges of teeth while one his hands grasped the back of Batman’s cowled head to pull him even closer, to him trapped in the kiss.

The officer’s jacket ended up thrown haphazardly somewhere and he scrambled with the few armored pieces of Batman’s suit until the Bat himself helped and those pieces were tossed unceremoniously on the ground along with the cape that spilled off him like water to pool at their feet.

Dick wrapped his legs around Batman’s waist and his free hand clung to the back of the stifling suit. On his end, Batman just grasped that that sinful ass and picked the officer up with ease, stumbling from the apartment and carelessly knocking things down in search of a bed, a couch, anything, between hungry kisses.

They didn’t even bother turning on lights and they finally landed on a bed with a heavy thud.

Boots and shoes were kicked off with varying levels of annoying difficulty before the two focused exclusively on each other again, hearts racing and breathing heavy.

Dick was making desperate breathy little noises between kisses as he ground the obvious tent in his pants against Batman’s thick thigh, encouraged by a gauntleted hand on his rear pulling him closer, the officer’s shaky hands fumbled with the utility belt until he was off and clattering onto the floor (it was actually impressive how he figured out the safety catches in the thing).

Batman felt like he was on fire from the inside out, the kissing was getting sloppier and more desperate as Dick finally found the edge of the upper part of his suit and his hands slid under it, hot and callused like coals over Batman’s scarred skin.

It was only when one of those hands slipped lower and into the bottom part of the suit that Batman finally hesitated, breath hitching for second because he had almost forgotten that Dick didn’t know his secrets, that there was something that might be an issue. He didn’t want to care, was too heated and aroused to care, but what if Dick felt differently?

“Wait…” Batman murmured between kisses, not at all convincing, his own hand dropping down to catch younger man’s just a moment too late.

Dick’s hand pressed to Batman’s crotch over the soft underwear and stilled, but officer didn’t seem shocked, in fact he only stopped kissing to grin mischievously.

“You really are full of surprises.” Dick chuckled, his fingers pressing into the slick fabric and grinding little circles between the heated puffy lips of Batman’s pussy. “And that’s hot.”

Hot.

Bruce had gotten many reactions from partners through the years, from simple acceptance to reassuring words that he was great just as he was, but for someone to not make some big deal out of this little revelation, for someone to take it in stride and actually call it ‘hot’… Well, maybe it was the pollen talking but it was certainly doing things to him almost as much as the delightful of sparks of pleasure from those talented fingers.

Just like that the hesitation was over, the passion was back, and so was the desperation.

Batman groaned lowly and dove in for another kiss, practically biting at Dick’s lips, and a moment later he was tearing open the officer’s shirt, buttons popping and flying everywhere. Dick maneuvered up enough to pull off his shirt and the tank top under it, tossing them away and revealing to the dim half-light a sculpted mouthwatering torso that Bruce wanted to cover in love bites.

Batman had to use his teeth to pull off his gauntlets, he needed to feel every inch of the acrobat under his fingertips.

Dick’s hands returned to the dark knight’s body, shoving up the top of his suit peeling it off, revealing scars and hair and tightly coiled muscles, but also a tight black binder that was currently more suffocating than anything else so it got unhooked and enthusiastically tossed out of the way.

Their mouths met again, hungry and biting. Dick’s hand slipped back down to frantically pull off the rest of Batman’s clothes while the Bat unbuckled the officer’s belt and whipped it away almost violently.

It was an impatient mess and the arousal was so intense that normally they wouldn’t have bothered to strip at all but both their skins felt so sensitive from the pollen that the garments felt scratchy, constricting and overheated, they needed it all off, they needed flesh on flesh.

Things were getting blurry around the edges.

One moment Dick was kissing along Batman’s collarbone and sucking a taut nipple into his mouth while his fingers did delightful things to the vigilante’s pussy, and the next moment the officer’s face was buried between Batman’s thick thighs, laving at his clit and fucking into his cunt with a playful tongue as he ground his own cock into the bed and Batman’s hands fisted into his dark hair.

It was amazing, even with a brain deep fried in horny hormones from the damn pollen Dick still ate out Batman’s sopping pussy like he was starving for it, like there was nothing he’d rather do, and his hands gripped the vigilante’s thighs so hard it was sure to leave bruises.

The only problem was that Bruce himself was losing his patience, no matter how good it felt, no matter how much he wanted to come on that talented tongue over and over again, at that moment Batman felt so empty and wanted Dick inside him before he imploded from arousal and frustration.

He pulled at Dick’s hair to drag him back up and officer hissed at the sting and licked his licks before settling between Batman’s legs and leaning in for another devouring kiss. His mouth was wet and messy and tasted sharp and salty and like Bruce and that just sent a sharp bolt of prickly heat down his body, pooling deep in his gut.

“More?” Dick murmured breathlessly between kisses, nipping at the vigilante’s lower lip hard enough to sting.

“Fuck me.” Batman growled the order in a way that sent visible shivers down the officer’s spine.

Maybe in different circumstances they would have taken it slow, made it last, but at that moment they didn’t want slow and thorough, they want fast, hard and filthy, and that’s exactly what they got.

The first slide of Dick’s fat hard cock into Batman’s drenched pussy had them both groaning and soon enough the officer was pounding into that tight heat fast and roughly, cock ramming in so deep and hard that Batman’s breath was punched out of him with each thrust.

The slick wet squelching noises of flesh slapping flesh filled the room between gasps and groans and muttered curses. Batman’s blunt nails dragged down Dick’s shoulders and back like he was fighting for purchase as the fast, rocking rhythm had the whole bed shaking and slamming into the wall.

Bruce couldn’t stop staring at the man currently so deep inside him that it was like he wanted to carve a place for himself in the vigilante. Dick looked gorgeous with his face flushed, swollen lips parted around sounds of pleasure, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, dark hair falling over his eyes and pupils blown in the pale light of the moon and flickering traces of neon lights from outside spilling through the window.

Bruce wondered for half a second if he looked as debauched as the young officer, but the thought slipped out of his brain like smoke when Dick gasped out ‘Batman’ like a curse, like a prayer, like a deity.

Batman’s nails dug harder into the officer’s back, almost certainly drawing blood, and Dick hissed, only for the sound to be replaced by a breathless oomph when Bruce locked his legs around his hips and flipped them over.

Dick lay sprawled on his back, dazed, as Batman slammed down on his cock and wrapped a hand around his throat, not do squeeze but to assert dominance and hold his jaw in place while he stole another devouring kiss, fucking his tongue into Dick’s mouth like he was getting even for the cock in his cunt. Dick moaned and whimpered desperately into the kiss.

Before long Batman was bouncing on the officer’s cock and frantically chasing his pleasure. Dick hands groped up Batman’s powerful thighs, looking up at the vigilante like nothing else mattered.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous... Riding my… Ah… My cock like it’s your own personal toy... Ah…” Dick babbled deliriously between gasps and moans, one of his hands slipping up to Batman’s pussy to pinch and grind his fingers into his swollen clit. “That’s it, take it… God, you feel so good… Ngh… Don’t stop…”

Bruce was right there and between the praise and the rough teasing touches, it was enough to send him over the edge. Like a dam erupting, the pleasure crashed over him with a full body shudder, his back arched and his vision went white as he came, teeth sinking into his own lip to muffle the loud rumbling groan.

He didn’t stop though, with his hands on Dick’s chest for balance, Batman kept bouncing on the officer’s cock in deep grinding thrusts, riding out the aftershocks.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Dick practically whined the words, his hands gripping Batman’s hips and his face twisted with a look of almost pain as he struggled to hold back his own orgasm. “Fuck! Please… Please, please, please…”

“Come for me.” Bruce growled in that deep Batman bass, taking pity of the man beneath him.

As if he was just waiting for the order, Dick’s grip on Batman’s hips grew tighter and he fucked up into him with no rhythm, hard and fast and desperate until he was crying out a long choked sound, eyes squeezed shut and back arched beautifully off the bed. Bruce could feel the twitching cock inside him gush hot and wet deep in his cunt and he couldn’t help another shudder of pleasure as he continued to ground down hard and slow.

Only when Dick began to unwind and relax into the bed, did Batman slow to a stop and allow himself to collapse next to him, their legs tangled together as they sprawled out on the sheets, sweaty and satisfied for the time being. The silence between them, interrupted only by panting as they tried to catch their breaths, was not uncomfortable but companionable and cozy.

It wasn’t over, not by a long shot, Ivy’s pollen would take more than that to burn out of their bloodstream but in that moment Batman couldn’t care less, he was tired of denying his attraction to Dick and he was going to enjoy it even if it meant they’d never do this again.

As soon as Bruce’s breathing evened, he rolled back onto Dick and began the thorough task of worshipping every inch of the officer’s body, kissing and caressing until he had that glorious cock in his mouth to lick and suck and tease back into hardness for another round.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

By the time dawn started to break and foggy grey light snuck into the room, Batman was on his back again, sweaty and overstimulated with officer Grayson licking his own cum straight out of the vigilante’s cunt until he was climaxing all over again.

And then they were tangled together once more, both covered in finger-shaped bruises, bite marks and scratches (Dick’s back looked clawed to shreds), the smell of sex and sweat in the air like a warm fog and a feeling of deep satisfaction permeating them to the bone.

Bruce hadn’t felt that satisfied in literal years.

Batman thought should say something, he should gather his wits and get ready to leave, he should warn Dick to shower and wash all the clothes that came in contact with the pollen, he should put on his suit and get back to the cave for his own cleanup.

He should do a lot of things but all Bruce wanted to do was rip off the damn cowl, the only thing they both had the foresight to keep on for the sake of his identity, the thing that made him feel stupid to be wearing while butt naked, the thing that was suffocating him now and not just because of his sweaty hair and heated skin.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” Dick admitted, almost dreamily, snapping Batman out of his thoughts.

“You have?” Bruce wasn’t stupid, he knew there was an unspoken attraction between them, but he didn’t think it went that deep for Dick, he certainly didn’t expect the officer to admit it now that they were clear-headed.

“Holy sexual tension, Batman!” Dick laughed, it was a little hoarse after the night they had. “Of course I did.”

Batman didn’t say anything, didn’t know what he could say, didn’t know what he was allowed or what was expect from then on out.

“I should thank Ivy for the push.” Dick smiled lazily at the vigilante. “Next time, I’ll be sure to eat you out in that hot car of yours.”

“There’s a next time?” His voice was more hopeful that he intended and he cocked a brow, though Dick couldn’t see that under the cowl.

“Why wouldn’t there be?” Dick’s smile faltered for a moment and he finally sat up, facing the Bat, some concern filtering into his features. “Are you married or something?”

“No. Just…” Batman sat up too and hesitated, struggling a little to find the right words, as he often did when the subject was feelings. “Are you sure? I can’t… The mask has to stay on.”

“I’m sure.” Dick’s smile bloomed anew and moved closer to whisper into Batman’s covered ear. “And the mask is hot.”

“But…” What about the future? It was unfair of him to go into any sort of relationship when there was such a major secret hanging between them, wasn’t it? He tried to argue that but Dick cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Don’t overthink it, B.” The very naked officer smiled reassuringly.

“Hn.” Batman gave a little grunt in agreement and kissed the finger still pressed to his lips.

Maybe he was overthinking, maybe this was just physical and sexual, maybe there was no deeper relationship. And after all, the mystery and the danger really were hot.

“And by the way, if you want you can fuck me too. I’m game.” Dick smirked, impishly, clearly trying to change the subject.

Now that was a tantalizing offer… And Jesus Christ, what a mouth this pretty man had on him, it was almost enough to make the dark knight blush. Almost.

Nonetheless, Bruce just wished he could take Dick home to enjoy in the safety and comfort of his room where his toys were conveniently located and he knew the outside world couldn’t touch them. Maybe… Maybe someday? He didn’t want to get his hopes up and Dick had told him not to overthink, but he couldn’t help but hope for a day when he could trust enough for the cowl could come off, a day when they could just be Bruce and Dick rather than Batman and officer Grayson.

“A tempting offer.” Batman smirked back, his voice almost a devilish purr.

Dick grinned and leaned in for kiss, it was different from all the others-no longer desperate and all-consuming, no longer sloppy and biting, but no less passionate. It was lazy and almost chaste but filled with the same want.

Batman couldn’t help but return the kiss.

And just like that it was established that there would indeed be plenty of next times.