#bracesriddler

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Detective and Braces - gift

Detective and Braces. Your choice if it#s fluffy or steamy. – anon

“Hush my little Nerdling.” A stereostrip is fixed over his nose, pinching the skin together there to stop the bleeding. He sighs and feels ashamed of himself, having to bother the only man he really admires for help just because he can’t take care of himself. It’s at times like this that he feels like nothing more than a troublesome child. “No more fretting. Just let me take care of you.” Detective leans in pressing a gentle kiss over the bandage, smiling reassuringly all the time. “Oh! I forgot, I got you a present.”

Braces is too stunned to react for a moment, mind running on repeat, throat dry and blush spreading over the back of his neck and cheeks brighter than ever. Detective had kissed him. He flushes, curling in on himself, embarrassment curling through his body as well as an epic increase in excitement. His lips had been as gentle as they were in his dreams. “Wh-“ His voice comes out squeaky, high and strained in his fluster so he clears his throat before starting again. “What? You didn’t have to do that.”

Detective chuckles, having pulled away to go through his pockets, shaking his head as he fishes out the gifts themselves and holds them out to the younger Riddler. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. Besides they’re a little selfish in a way, I just didn’t want to go alone this year.”

Taking the offered gifts Braces is confused for a moment before he looks down to the pieces of paper clenched in his hands. Two tickets to comic-con. The noise that comes out of his mouth can barely be realised to be human, it’s more a cross of a dog whining in happiness and a child’s squeal of glee. Braces bounces in his seat, waving the tickets, checking them over again and again, making sure they were real before he leaps to his feet. “Oh. My. God!” Best present ever. 

[higgystar]

Braces and adultkiddycrane

adult kiddycrane and braces fluff not necessaryly smut, but it is an option up to you – anon

“You’ll get uthed to it.” Braces is nothing but friendly, always smiling and relaxed around him, happy to help in anyway he possibly can. “Juth go with it. I find it easier if you move with the car.” Jonathan nods, shuffling ever closer to the other man on the sofa as they start the next race. They drive together and he thinks he’s finally starting to get it, he’s nowhere near as good as Braces, not by a long shot but he doesn’t come last or fall off the track as much as before so that’s a definite improvement. He finds himself getting more and more comfortable around the other man as they continue playing, swaying together on the sofa around every corner, cheering as they get the good items and booing as they find the game to be ‘cheating’.

He’s sure it’s just the sudden influx of hormones that he’s gotten from changing into a fully grown twenty one year old from a twelve year old, but he just feels happy around the other man. Jonathan finds himself wanting to impress Braces, he wants to show him just how good he can be and make him smile in return. Somehow by some fluke, some strange turn of luck he manages to come third in the next race and finds himself cheering emphatically at the television. Beside him Braces is laughing, smiling and cheering alongside and before he knows it Jonathan has grabbed him up into a hug.

It’s a definite mistake, he can tell within the first few seconds as Braces struggles away, body rigid in shock and face bright red as he pulls back. Jonathan’s left wondering what’s wrong as Braces curls in on himself, arms wrapped around his torso and looking at anything expcept Jonathan. “I think that’th enough gameth.”

Jonathan nods, feeling as if he’s already ruined the closest thing he’s had to a friendship in a matter of seconds. He’d only wanted to share his joy at winning with the other man, but Braces seemed to be uncomfortable with having him so close. Had he hurt him? Done something completely wrong for adults? He sighs and stands from the couch, grabbing his jacket and bag. “Yeah, I should get going anyway.” He can’t look Braces in the eye as he makes his way to the door, ashamed that he’d made the Riddler feel uncomfortable. “Sorry Braces.”