Jul 7, 2012
Are you expressing your love for family members? Where is my share?
None for you.
Back of line.
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Are you expressing your love for family members? Where is my share?
None for you.
Back of line.
|| Dip it low || AU
Tim had just left the back office. His neck was stiff from crunching numbers and every day he takes a break at the same time. Why the same time every day? There's an adorable ginger that is sweet as honey and if Tim doesn't stop to catch his show, he'd never see the poor boy. Although, the owners are popular with all the dancer. Most strip club owners are real skeeves, older men that just leer at the boys and girls. Damian and himself have the benefit of being young, socially mature teens just going onto their respective colleges and promising careers. The dancers love him. Tim does a walk through back stage. There's always a soft chatter with calls of 'have you seen my make-up/shorts/nipple-tassels?' or 'Let me barrow your eyeliner/ wig /boa please?' The teen finds it welcoming. He straightens his tie. "Looking good everyone. Anyone need anything." There's a warm chorus of 'Hello Mr. Luthor.' Some say no, a few say yes. Tim doesn't mind spoiling the dancers. He considers it a good investment and it makes him happy. Leaving backstage, he goes to the bar and gets a drink before sinking into one of the chairs and watching Colin get on stage.
vestigiallyrobin replied to your post: I do not know what is your intentions with starting rumors about Wilkes and yourself but leave him out of trouble. [He narrows his eyes for just a brief moment before he relaxes.] I am insisting for /your/ safety, not his. [Scoffs softly.] If you think I am only with him for “charity”, then you are sorely mistaken. As for passion, that is a private matter.
"For my safety? Hah. I'm not scared of your little freakshow, Damian. Colin can huff and puff all he wants." The teen smirked. "Oh so you have deflowered him. Good for you. I really didn't think you had it in you."
Tim's somewhat of a star around the school. He's known for being top of his class, striving for a perfect 4.0. His only competition academically is one, Damian Wayne and despite this whenever they pass in the hall, Luthor gives a pleasant smile. Today is Locker Clean out. Everyone takes an hour out of homeroom to clean out their lockers. The teen's locker is always immaculately kept, so instead, Tim leans against the wall, watching the hoi polloi of the school do so and talking idly with one of his friends from track. That is, until Damian walks by. "I'll be right back" The teen mutters. Everyone eyes the star Damian gives, although no one knows the reason behind it. "Mr. Wayne..." He paused beside the other. "Is there a reason for that look? I haven't don't something to offend you, have I?"
#Because no one knew BONDAGE #was one of your kinks #Brown.
I hope you fall into lava.
I hope you step on a lego.
Masochist. [Flops down onto couch to watch.] I wonder if it is genetic?
If Father was able to be around Mother for more than five minutes, I would say it likely is genetic.
W-wait, I am not a masochist.
Let me try. “Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.” “My subconscious is furious, medusa-like in her anger, hair flying, her hands clenched around her face like Edvard Munch's Scream.” "I WILL CLAIM YOUR ASS." Is that horrifying enough to break your heart, brother?
... That is indeed horrifying. What breaks my heart is that this is considered passable enough to be published.