Fic: Proxy (Robin)
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Title: Proxy
Summary: It's kind of his specialty.
Characters: Tim, OMC
Rating: Genish - with implications
Tyler stands in the mouth of the alley, watching Robin tie the jerk who'd jumped him to a streetlight. He tests his sore lip with his tongue and tastes blood. When he looks down, there is a button missing from his shirt.
When he looks up, Robin is staring at him. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Tyler opens his mouth to tell him, yeah, sure, he's fine, just a little shook-up, but what comes out is, "You're Robin!" He wants to slap himself, because, oh God, he sounds like an idiot. He sounds like an idiot in front of a superhero, and it's like he can't stop, because he says, "I don't look like you at all!"
Robin stands up and stares at him. "What?"
"Oh - um. Nothing," Tyler says, because the connection between his brain and mouth has reengaged. It's true, though. They both have black hair, but the resemblence ends there. Robin's hair is short, and spiked up, and his face is much leaner, without the baby-fat that soften's Tyler's cheeks and makes him look younger. His whole body is leaner - they're almost of a height, but Robin's very thin, for all his obvious fitness.
He's...kind of hot, actually. He'd make good money if he weren't a superhero. Especially with the way he moves. He stalks closer and Tyler backs up a little, back into the alley and off the street.
Robin follows. "Tell me," he says, and Tyler swallows. His voice is low, and a little rough, and very menacing.
"I - there's this guy - well a couple of guys, now, but this one guy I met at this party... He said I looked like you."
"Did he." Robin's tone is flat, and Tyler can't tell if he's laughing or angry or what.
He starts to babble. "He's a really good customer, and mostly he just wants me to tie him up and smack him around a little - he got me a costume and it's really good, not like the cheap ones for Halloween or whatever. It's kind of my specialty? Some guys want me to fuck 'em, and there's girls, too - lots of girls. And a couple of people like to tie me up and stuff, but I kind of hate it - "
Robin hasn't moved - hasn't so much as twitched - so Tyler keeps rambling. "I was so proud of my costume, but it's all wrong! The cape is yellow, and I've got silly little shoes instead of boots like yours, and no pants - just these tiny little - "
Robin's got him backed into a shadowed doorway before Tyler even realizes that he'd moved. His hand clamps tight over Tyler's mouth, and he's looking over his shoulder, checking the alley... Did Tyler piss him off? Did he piss off a superhero? He thinks he did. He kind of hopes he did, because the alternative is that they're hiding from something, and anything Robin needs to hide from -
He watches Robin's throat bob as he swallows, and then when Robin speaks again, his voice is low and urgent.
"How much?" he asks.
END
Where are my prizes?
Title: Proxy
Summary: It's kind of his specialty.
Characters: Tim, OMC
Rating: Genish - with implications
Tyler stands in the mouth of the alley, watching Robin tie the jerk who'd jumped him to a streetlight. He tests his sore lip with his tongue and tastes blood. When he looks down, there is a button missing from his shirt.
When he looks up, Robin is staring at him. "Are you okay?" he asks.
Tyler opens his mouth to tell him, yeah, sure, he's fine, just a little shook-up, but what comes out is, "You're Robin!" He wants to slap himself, because, oh God, he sounds like an idiot. He sounds like an idiot in front of a superhero, and it's like he can't stop, because he says, "I don't look like you at all!"
Robin stands up and stares at him. "What?"
"Oh - um. Nothing," Tyler says, because the connection between his brain and mouth has reengaged. It's true, though. They both have black hair, but the resemblence ends there. Robin's hair is short, and spiked up, and his face is much leaner, without the baby-fat that soften's Tyler's cheeks and makes him look younger. His whole body is leaner - they're almost of a height, but Robin's very thin, for all his obvious fitness.
He's...kind of hot, actually. He'd make good money if he weren't a superhero. Especially with the way he moves. He stalks closer and Tyler backs up a little, back into the alley and off the street.
Robin follows. "Tell me," he says, and Tyler swallows. His voice is low, and a little rough, and very menacing.
"I - there's this guy - well a couple of guys, now, but this one guy I met at this party... He said I looked like you."
"Did he." Robin's tone is flat, and Tyler can't tell if he's laughing or angry or what.
He starts to babble. "He's a really good customer, and mostly he just wants me to tie him up and smack him around a little - he got me a costume and it's really good, not like the cheap ones for Halloween or whatever. It's kind of my specialty? Some guys want me to fuck 'em, and there's girls, too - lots of girls. And a couple of people like to tie me up and stuff, but I kind of hate it - "
Robin hasn't moved - hasn't so much as twitched - so Tyler keeps rambling. "I was so proud of my costume, but it's all wrong! The cape is yellow, and I've got silly little shoes instead of boots like yours, and no pants - just these tiny little - "
Robin's got him backed into a shadowed doorway before Tyler even realizes that he'd moved. His hand clamps tight over Tyler's mouth, and he's looking over his shoulder, checking the alley... Did Tyler piss him off? Did he piss off a superhero? He thinks he did. He kind of hopes he did, because the alternative is that they're hiding from something, and anything Robin needs to hide from -
He watches Robin's throat bob as he swallows, and then when Robin speaks again, his voice is low and urgent.
"How much?" he asks.
END
Where are my prizes?
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Date: 2009-10-21 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 07:41 pm (UTC)Omg, Tim, you naughty boy XD
So, Tyler's got Dick's costume, and does this mean Tim's crushing on Dick? (i suppose if he is then it's his lucky day then :P)
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Date: 2009-10-21 07:57 pm (UTC)...DO IT AGAIN! *jumps up and down* XD
I wants porn naow. Again. U is bad influence persons.
Edit: Okay, so my comment shows up in one window but not the other. Whut?
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Date: 2009-10-21 08:47 pm (UTC)So, yes. Dick.
Tim is always crushing on Dick! Don't you know that by now?
I forsee a long and fruitful relationship, with significant benefits for both parties. Not that I will be writing about it.
But if someone else wants to write about Dick finding out, I think i would explode with gleeno subject
Date: 2009-10-21 09:34 pm (UTC)Oh. Oh. OH. Tim and hooker!boy are going to have sex more than once, and one time Dick follows Tim because Timmy has been acting a little strange. And he follows him to a hotel (not sure if it's a nice one or a shit hole) and nearly falls over when he sees Tim undressing, well, /him/. But once he's recovered from shock he finds that he has to watch because he can't look away and oh god is his lookalike tied up and Tim's kissing him and riding him and wow Tim really looks like he's enjoying himself. And then Tim is sneaking home and Dick grabs him and pushes him up against a walk.
Dick: That was me.
Tim: *whimpers*
Dick: you're fucking some hooker that looks like me. *pause* You could have actually asked /me/
Tim: Oh.
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Date: 2009-10-21 10:14 pm (UTC)You get prizes in the form of lots of porn once my exams are over.
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Date: 2009-10-21 10:30 pm (UTC)Tim has one of Dick's costumes.
Maybe he'll let Tyler borrow it for a night.
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Date: 2009-10-21 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-21 10:41 pm (UTC)Will Tyler ever grow his hair and wear a sex-wing suit? *grins* I'm sure Tim would buy him one...
Hey, have you ever read #3 from this meme? This reminded me a little of it. ^_^
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Date: 2009-10-21 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-21 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 11:42 pm (UTC)That changes when Robin comes to the hotel room one night with a parcel. Tyler's curiosity rises instantly, but he still feels a dull shot of panic that's been practically trained into him by past encounters. Robin sets it down on the bed and steps back, almost insitnctively finding the shadows of the room and melting into them.
"Is it for me?" Tyler asks carefully, not looking at Robin.
There's a silence, then, "It's not to keep, you can only wear it for me."
Tyler nods understanding and opens up the parcel.
"Oh my god," he whispers and reaches out to touch the fabric.
It's a Robin costume. Not Tim's, but the same one Tyler has, except it's real because when Tyler picks it up he can /feel/ the armour in it.
"You don't," Robin pauses and seems to almost choke on his words, "you don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
Tyler's hands bunch in the costume, Robin sounds scared, uncertain and it makes Tyler's head hurt because he's /Robin/ he's not /human/ or /real/ and if Tyler starts thinking of him as real he might start thinking of him as more than a customer and he's been warned about that so many times. He realizes that Robin is still in the room, waiting.
"No way! This is awesome!" Tyler says, because it really is, he'd always been proud of his other costume but this is twenty times better.
Robin's out of the shadows, close and Tyler doesn't flinch like he did the first few times because he's so used to Robin appearing out of nowhere. Robin's hands are under Tyler's shirt, pulling it up and over and his mouth is at Tyler's ear.
"Go put it on," and it's almost the same voice as normal but there's still something shaky and human underneath and it makes Tyler shiver and he pulls away and starts to get changed so he doesn't have to think about the warm feeling in his chest.
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:11 am (UTC)I do believe I should have specified 'Evil Future Batman Tim.' Evil Future Batman Tim should acquire his Robin through cosplay prostitution .
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-22 12:31 am (UTC)You're making my heart break for Tyler! Not only is he falling for a john, he's falling for a john WHO PAYS HIM TO DRESS UP AND PRETEND TO BE THE OBJECT OF HIS CREEPY OBSESSION!
He's so doooooooomed!
(and you know how I love dooooooom!)
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Date: 2009-10-22 12:43 am (UTC)His fears are unjustified because as soon as Robins sees the marks his face closes down except for the tight set of his mouth.
"What happened?" Robin asks, in the growly voice.
"I did say that sometimes they like to rough me up," Tyler says with a smile, trying to brush it off.
"Who did it?" Robin questions further and he looks murderous.
"No you can't! It was just a customer, you can't!" Tyler panics, "If you hurt him they'll know I told you. You can't!"
Robin's face softens and he nods in understanding. He steps in close and gently holds Tyler's wrists, inspecting the wounds there.
He leads Tyler to the bed and sits him down, then opens up a compartment in his belt, pulls out an unmarked bottle and takes off his gloves. He squirts some cream into his palm and carefully rubs it onto the wounds. The relief is instant and Tyler can't help but sigh.
"Thank you," he says but Robin isn't finished,
Robin slowly undresses Tyler, inspecting each wound, each bruise and mark and treating them as he deems fit. His ministrations are careful and so gentle that Tyler can't help the blush rising to his cheeks.
"We won't do anything tonight," Robin says quietly.
"No, no it's okay, I don't hurt that bad and it's a lot better now," Tyler insists, and he's not sure if he's insisting because Robin pays him or because he honestly wants Robin here.
Robin raises his eyebrows at him and it briefly worries Tyler that he knows Robin so well he can tell that just from the way the mask moves. Robin seems to understand though because he has a small smile on his lips.
"I'll still pay you," Robin tells him.
"Thanks for the offer," Tyler replies sadly, "but I can't take the money and go back, the Mistress will wonder why I'm not with you."
Tyler starts to redress himself and not look at Robin, but when he does sneak a glance Robin hasn't moved, he's just sitting there with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"What?" Tyler asks, genuinely intruigied.
"You feel like getting room service?" Robin asks with a cheeky smile.
Tyler feels his face light up, a huge smile on his lips.
"Sure!" he answers.
They spend the designated hour picking the most extravagent food off the room service menu and then happily eating as much as they can.
Robin talks to him, mostly about vigilante stuff, joking about bad guys with lame gimmicks and discussing the sordid world of teen hero sex scandals. He makes a reference to a Sherlock Holmes novel and Tyler pipes up because he's /read/ that and they spend twenty minutes discussing the book whilst eating petit fours.
At the end of the hour Robin pays the hotel bill and pays Tyler and kisses him, long and hard and Tyler runs his hands through Robin's hair and tugs him close. When Robin pulls away with a laugh and a small smile Tyler blushes again.
"Thank you," he says and really means it.
Robin's already gone.