anon what have you done now i can't stop picturing little tim getting wrecked by hal!! he should be shaking and crying and not letting hal stop when he worries hes pushed him too far, wrapping his legs around him and moaning out little "dont stop"s making hal go "shit" and double down to fuck him harder
Because I've never seen it before and I want to see if you really mean EVERYONE: Hal/Tim
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This got away from me.
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“You’re a long way off from Gotham, kid.”
It’s easier to find Green Lantern then Tim realized. There’s warm butterflies in his stomach that has nothing to do with the fact that he’s thirty stories up on a building and everything to do with the fact that he’s disobeying Batman. He gets now why it was so hard for Jason to listen sometimes. Not that he’s doing this just for the warmth in his stomach—he’s here to piss off Bruce, or attempt to piss off Bruce. He’s not entirely sure it’s going to work, but Tim’s also too anger to care right now.
“If I say I’m on a school field trip will you believe me?”
The scowl on Lantern’s face doesn’t move in the slightest, but Tim’s still smiling. He didn’t come all the way to Coast City just to get scolded, though he’s sure that’ll happen anyway. The only thing he really needs is for Green Lantern not to decide to take him home immediately.
The man is silent for a long time, keeping his glare solid on Tim’s masked face, to which Tim keeps smiling politely at him until, finally, he gives in with a sigh. It feels like a victory to him.
“What do you want, kid? I’m not exactly one for sidekicks.”
And he’s not. Hal Jordon’s one of the only members of the Justice League without a teenage superhero by their side. The closest he’s had falls under Guy and Kyle, but it’s not like they’re actually sidekicks—more along the lines of ‘reluctant partners’ and ‘why am I always cleaning up after you guys’. They share the same name, same ring, same all-knowing bosses, but that’s about it.
“Do you want a sidekick?” Tim pries, stands up on the edge of the building so he’s more at eye-level with the other, though Hal does have the advantage of being able to fly. He’s still hovering high enough that Tim needs to tilt his head up to look at him. “Just for tonight, I mean.” He puts on a charming smile, makes himself look exactly how old he is at fifteen with the way the wind swept through his hair and threw his cape around. He’s even got his fingers intertwined behind his back.
“I think it’s way past your bedtime and Batman—“
“Doesn’t know.” Tim pipes up, moves a fraction forward so his boots are halfway off the building. “Or, he probably does know by now. He’s look like that. But, I don’t care. Just for tonight?” Tim shifts his weight, balancing perfectly on the edge. “Take me home when the sun comes up.”
Hal’s giving in, he can tell. The way the glare softens on his face and a slight edge of concern replaces it. He’s wondering about consequences. About getting chewed out by Batman or not getting chewed out, just being given the cold shoulder and silent treatment for who knows how long. He’s halfway in between just like Tim is right now and Tim’s not above manipulation to get his way, refuses to let Hal’s conscious decide the outcome, so he slowly tips his chest forward—
“Catch me?”
And falls from the building.
He doesn’t fall for long. Hal’s quick, but it’s long enough and sudden enough that Hal’s not thinking about Batman or Bruce anymore when he’s got an armful of laughing Robin.
“Are you insane?!” He hisses, flying them back up, away from the very solid ground below.
Tim’s still laughing; his cheeks bright red from the rush, turning in Hal’s arms to look at him, put his arms around his shoulders to better help his hold. “You think I wouldn’t have saved myself? I’ve jumped from higher buildings then that, but thanks. You’re cute.”
“Robin—“
“Show me the ocean?” Tim now asks to avoid Hal’s scold and speech he was surely about to break off into. “Night’s been quiet so far and I figure if the galaxy were in danger you wouldn’t be here right now.”
Tim’s right, he knows he’s right by the irritated look the Lantern gives him, but it works. They’re at the nearest pier with Tim sitting on the handrails and Hal leaning against it without the hazy green glow around him. Hal’s looking up at the stars and Tim’s looking at the waves, black ocean beyond.
“Why are you here, Robin?” The questions come a few minutes later. Tim lets him ask, turns around so he’s facing Hal, his feet dangling back over the pier instead of the water below.
“Me and B got into a fight.” Tim replies, no sarcasm or avoidance in his words now. “I wanted to get out for a bit.”
Hal doesn’t look like he believes him. “You came to the complete opposite side of the country to get out?”
Tim shrugs. “And to see you.”
It hits Hal then. Tim can actually see the realization cross his face and he has to hold back the smile that wants to break out over his face because it is sort of adorable. He’s so used to quick deductions and nothing being kept secret. It’s fun watching it all come together for someone else.
“You’re seriously trying to piss off Bruce by visiting me?”
“Think it’ll work?”
It will. They both know it will and Tim thinks that’s what Hal is really bothered by. It’s not that Bruce and Hal hate each other, but they tease in a stoic, sarcastic way. They bash heads more often than not with Bruce treating Hal like some child at points and Hal trying to prove to Bruce he’s a Green Lantern, Peace Keeper of the Universe for a reason.
Tim leans forward, opens his legs a little bit.
“Wanna help?”
He’s not sure if Hal’s going to shove him away or give in, wonders if the everlasting one-upping battle with Batman reaches out towards his Robin too. Logically, it shouldn’t. Tim knows that. Hal’s twice his age and Tim’s not legal, but it’s not like Tim’s asking him for a fuck—figures he should see how this turns out before taking that step.
When Hal does move towards him, moves so Tim has to spread his legs more to make room, Tim knows he’s won the battle. Hal stares at him for a few seconds before kissing him, the force of it hard enough that Tim’s head tilts back to adjust, take in their height difference. He hums happily, quickly puts his hands in Hal’s hair so he can’t pull away so fast.
It lasts until their breathless and Tim’s heartbeat is louder in his ears then the waves crashing against wood. He only gets two breathes in before he’s moving to capture Hal’s lips again so Tim can taste the ocean air on his tongue. He’s actually surprised when he feels Hal’s hands on his hips, dragging him forward until Tim’s pressed against him.
They taste like each other in a matter of moments and Hal moves away from Tim’s mouth when his lips are kiss swollen, teeth grazing his jaw and down his throat to lick away the salt that’s collected on his skin. Tim curses softly and tilts his head back, lets Hal do as he wants while his fingers pull and scratch at his hair.
Tim wants the marks. He wants bruises that can’t be questioned; that look nothing like the ones he gets from a solid punch. He wants teeth marks that Bruce can analyze to find they match with Hal, that don’t fade for days.
He gasps softly when Hal’s mouth sucks at his skin, can see the burn of his skin and the rush of his blood. Tim uses his grip to press him closer and purrs in satisfaction. He finds out quickly he’s sensitive behind his ears, a fact that Hal exploits to the point that Tim’s hands travel down from his hair to Hal’s back, clawing and scratching for more.
When he knows there’s marks enough that no collar with cover them, Tim drags Hal back up and shoves his tongue in his mouth, teeth scrapping against lips and biting when he finds the urge too compelling. They’re both panting by the time they pull away, Tim’s hands falling down Hal’s chest so he can hear how hard his heart is beating.
Tim licks his lips. “Sun’s coming up.”
It’s true. The sky is turning into an indigo instead of the deep, dark, blue. Hal can see the horizon now, see the plump red of Tim’s mouth clearer.
He wants to kiss him again, but resists. “Better get you back before Dad wakes up.”
Tim grins.
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For the next week, Tim wears v-necks whenever he can and comes out of the shower without a shirt on as often as possible after patrols. Bruce doesn’t say anything, but Tim can see the way he stares and how he doesn’t let Tim out of his sights. He wonders if there’s a change he could get the security footage when Bruce finally punches Hal. It would be worth it—Hal’d probably like him to kiss it better anyways.
