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Bruce wonders when he noticed that he and Dick were starting to have a relationship. And it wasn’t a father-son relationship. No, it was becoming romantic. He wondered when they started to share secret kisses in the front seat of the batmobile, and he wondered when he started to feel a deeper level of affection for little Robin. His youngest son, his Robin, was starting to become a real life partner for him and he loved it. He loved how Dick was inexperienced and allowed Bruce to dominate him and lead their motions.
It made him smile when he felt how Dick would shake with arousal from one little kiss or grope out of the view of Alfred or his three older sons. It was cute how the fourteen-year old would push him back with both hands, afraid of being caught in a compromising position with his father.
He remembers two years ago when Dick had only really started to step into the costume, grappling between buildings, through alleys and across roads with him, Batman keeping a watchful eye over Dick in case the boy needed help.
Bruce thought about how when they came to a stop on the top of a building Robin looked up at him bouncing excitedly on his heels and asked if Batman had seen him accomplish grappling without needing any saving. Batman had reached out and ruffled the boy's hair with a little smirk, congratulating him on fulfilling a goal Robin had. But he also couldn’t help but remember the rush of heat that settled in his stomach when he watched the young boy hugging his waist in happiness. Maybe that was the beginning of his unconventional attraction to his son.
Though on paper the boy was his adopted son, Bruce no longer considered him as such.
When Robin successfully took down a mugger or worked perfectly in tandem with Batman, he couldn’t help but press light kisses on the top of his boy's head. He gently grabbed the sides of Robin’s head and pressed his lips on his forehead right above the domino mask that obscured the boys’ bright blue eyes.
Robin had frozen in his spot the first time it happened looking up into his adoptive fathers eyes with his eyebrows raised. It was odd, Batman wasn’t known for his physical affection towards anyone, the only ones who were very physically affectionate with him were his older brothers.
(But if everyone was to be completely honest Dick was the one who forced it on his brothers but his three older brothers had grown into the hugs and often pulled Dick in for hugs and patted his head without having to be prompted. He sometimes was even lucky enough to get cuddles between his brothers during movie nights.)
But Robin shook it out of his head and continued to smile and rock on his heels feeling lucky to be adored by his foster father. Sometime within those two years Dick’s smile on patrol had become a little strained on his face. He must’ve gotten really good at faking it because Bruce didn’t even seem to notice.
Batman’s fatherly forehead kisses started to change.
Every patrol Batman’s lips found a different spot on his face. Originating on his forehead, lips travelled down to his temple, eyelid, under his eyes, his cheekbone, his cheek. And suddenly Batman’s lips started to catch onto the corner of Robin’s own. Robin jumped back startled. Dick wasn’t even sure why he noticed it so much or why it sent a chill down his spine, but it did. He couldn’t force a smile up on his face, instead standing stock still in front of Batman looking up at the towering man.
Maybe it was an accident because Batman only ruffled his black hair and walked to the edge of the building, glancing back to see if Robin was following. Yeah. An accident.
It happened again the next night on the other side of his face. And then again, again, again, and again. Dick wasn’t even doing anything special to receive any kisses anymore.
Nowadays he wasn’t sure if it was an accident. Dick wasn’t getting any kisses on his forehead anymore and his stomach twisted with something akin to horror.
In the next week, Batman was dropping kisses on his lips. Batman would throw a smirk? Or maybe a smile at him and start walking away intent to continue patrolling before Dick could even say anything.
When they were back in the batmobile heading back to the cave, just the two of them, Robin spoke up, “Is it normal for a parent to give kisses?” The “like that” remained unsaid. Dick thought that Batman or Bruce was smart and could magically hear what he hadn’t said.
Batman looked at him, “It’s normal.”
Dick didn’t even reply to that, just nodded, mind already distant wishing to be back at the cave already. He trusted Bruce.
—
Bruce didn’t stop giving the youngest little pecks, Bruce found it cute how Dick didn’t really know how to reciprocate his kisses. Dick kind of just let it happen, not moving his lips against Bruce’s but standing still with his face tilted up to Bruce. But Bruce felt like Dick could do better.
The kisses stopped being just an isolated rooftop occurrence, Bruce started to lean down while they were in the batmobile, in the cave, in the morning, or before bed when they were alone together. (Dick was just glad he didn't have to do this in front of his brothers, it would’ve been too embarrassing to stand.)
Things really started to change when they were in the batcave alone together. Jason was out visiting a friend, a sleepover or something and Tim and Damian were already hitting the streets in their vigilante identities. Alfred was upstairs in the mansion, unlikely to be coming down to the cave for a while yet.
Bruce and Dick were in their Batman and Robin getup, getting a later start because Dick needed longer to do his homework but still insisted on going out as Robin with Batman once he was done. Batman needed his sidekick!
Dick hadn’t been thinking about the alone time they were going to have in the batcave. He was finishing putting all his Robin gear on and was using their bat-hesive to apply his domino mask, the finishing touch. Just as he was going to lay the mask on his face, a strong hand gripped his hand holding his mask and pulled it away from his face. Swiftly Bruce’s face was leaning down to Dicks. He wasn’t wearing his cowl.
“Open your mouth.”
Dick’s mouth was parted, he was going to say something like, why? But before he could utter a single letter, the rougher lips of Bruce were on his in less than a second. Something warm and wet slid past his lips into his mouth. It was weird and slimy? It was hard to describe.
The younger barely even realized it was Bruce’s tongue.
“Copy me.”
Did Dick say he trusted Bruce? He’s learned that Bruce is often right and like his brothers, had some kind of instant response to orders given to them by Bruce and Batman.
He copied Bruce. He did his best to ignore the lump forming in his throat and the voice in the back of his head telling him not to listen. But Dick trusted Bruce.
Dick clearly didn’t know what he was doing and it made Bruce’s heart swell with some unknown feeling. Unable to stop himself, Bruce allowed one hand to wander, starting from Dick’s shoulder, swiping down his chest and over the young boy's waist and hips. Dick trusted Bruce.
Dick trusted Bruce. Dick trusted Bruce. Dick trusted Bruce. Dick couldn’t breathe.
“It’s ok, Dickie. I’ll take care of you.”
Dick dropped his mask. The adhesive was definitely dry by now.
Dick was twelve and a half.
—
Dick thinks Bruce is delusional.
He heard Jason once say that delulu was the solulu. Jason was wrong. Nothing was ok and nothing was being solved.
Bruce told Dick that he loved him. What they were doing together was ok because Bruce loved him. But Dick was smart and he knew that it wasn’t ok. It was wrong.
He’d seen what happened to people on the street. He’d seen the aftermath of the same kind of thing he’d been through. Hair tousled, red puffy eyes and tear tracks. Dick had the same thing after he had “alone time” with Bruce. Dick had seen the bruises, and missing clothes and the drying fluids smeared across their skin. He knew what that felt like.
If he thought too hard about it he would puke.
Dick was thirteen and could count with six fingers the number of times he “made love”, like Bruce liked to call it, with his father. Was Bruce his father? Did this make Damian, Tim and Jason his brothers?
It felt like an identity crisis and Dick wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Dick was ready to take this to the grave.
—
Bruce was happy being able to take care of Dick. Dick was small and molded to his shape once they started to go steady. They loved each other, and everything felt good. He didn’t like hiding it from his sons but he knew that they wouldn’t approve of their relationship. Bruce supposed they weren’t official or anything, but Dick had never pushed him away or anything so the youngest of the house must also feel the same love for him.
He thinks he might have fallen in love with Dick’s body. The younger boy reacted so well to his touch, and was the most sensitive person he had ever laid with.
Dick’s body squirmed under his touch, the way his face turned red when he was embarrassed to be showing off all of his body to Bruce was the sweetest. The way tears sprung to Dick’s eyes as Bruce pushed into the tight heat of Dick and the pained whimpers he could draw out could only be defined as delicious.
Sometimes Bruce would get carried away in the moment of loving on his Robin and could get rough. It was sad because he liked it rough and Dick didn’t really seem to.
Half the time he took pity on the boy and slowed down, and slowly and gently made love with him. But sometimes he couldn’t do that and allowed it to be a harsh fuck, piledriving into the body below him into his bed to get the release he yearned for. He would snap his hips sharply and swallow the pleas begging him to stop with his mouth, shushing him quietly between his own pants of breath.
He liked when he had to smother the noises his youngest created with sweet but deep kisses that left Dick breathless. He didn’t want to share the bliss that was shared between the two of them. He knew their physical relations were unconventional if not completely taboo, but Bruce couldn’t help but indulge himself.
Damian would be beyond angry with him. As Bruce understood it, his oldest had somehow become both a fatherly and brotherly figure to Dickie. Dick spent nights over at Damian’s home and had his own room, Dick was cradled by the older to comfort him, they went to the zoo together and went on trips like a parent would with their child.
When Dick wasn’t spending time with Damian in his apartment, Damian always made sure to visit at least a few times a week to get his fill with his youngest brothers.
Tim had grown into a generally level headed man, but Bruce just knew his reaction would be explosive. The second oldest had a soft spot for his two younger brothers. Bruce was sure that Tim would do anything for any of his brothers no matter the cost.
He and Damian were both the driving forces in the decision to not let Jason and Dickie out into the streets as vigilantes until they were a little older. The two got trained for a few years before they were allowed to be sent out to fight crime with the rest of the family. Looking back, it was probably a good idea that they were held back from the caped community, it had definitely been a learning curve from his experience with the two oldest.
Tim was the type of brother who acted a little distant but would also let his younger siblings bother him or cuddle up next to him without much resistance. Bruce wondered if that was because Tim was also moved out of the manor, wanting to spend as much time as possible with the family. The thought brought a smile to Bruce’s face.
Jason lived at home still. He was still in high school but had a lot of free range between being on a young hero team with people his age as well as being able to travel between his older brothers houses much like Dick tried to do. Bruce wondered what Jason would say if he knew the intimacy between his dad and his little brother. Jason had lived on the streets for a good amount of time before he was adopted by Bruce and while he was curious how Jason would view it after seeing all that he did in his youth he was not ready to understand just yet.
Alfred. Oh, Alfred. Bruce would hope his own father figure would approve but he knew that would not be the case. Bruce should be scared of the day Alfred found out–but Dick was too addictive for him to stop.
Bruce knew there would be consequences.
This could stay a secret between him and Dick.
—
It was not necessarily an uncommon occurrence for all of the boys to be home at the same time. They had scheduled out family dinners and evenings where they all ate together and sometimes played card or board games before patrol where they suited up and left the cave together.
Dick loved having all his brothers over and liked to spend time with them as much as he could when they were all together. He sometimes felt like he couldn’t spend as much time with them as he really wanted to.
He tried not to think about how their gentle and loving touches and hugs started to send him into panic. Cuddling which used to be a favorite pastime of his began to make a lump form in his throat without fail. He missed it when it used to bring him comfort.
He supposed that it didn’t always make him feel so bad and disgusted but those moments started to become few and far between over the year and a half he spent in and out of Bruce's bed.
Dick was now fourteen years old and it took more than two hands to count how many times he’d been touched by his adoptive father. Nowadays he didn’t like to think of Bruce as his dad in any type of way. It would’ve fucked with his mind more if he did.
Dick was fourteen now, and he wondered if he should’ve seen this coming.
Timmy and Dami hadn’t arrived yet to the manor, so it had only been Dick, Jason, Alfred, and Bruce home at the time. It was starting to inch towards the evening and it was only a matter of time before his oldest brothers got there.
So why was Dick in Bruce’s office?
The office was large and in front of a window was a large mahogany desk, stacked with documents and pens and in the space between the desk and the door was three couches and a little coffee table that was only knee height.
Dick had been wandering around the mansion, ready to make his way downstairs to greet the rest of his family at the door when they got there. He walked past the office doors and Dick wasn’t sure how Bruce knew it was him walking by but Bruce, who was in his office finishing some paperwork before dinner opened the office door and beckoned him in.
There were plenty of excuses Dick could’ve thrown Bruce’s way to not enter the office, he could’ve reminded Bruce of the impending arrivals of his brothers or told him he didn’t want to (not that that excuse ever really worked) but the fear that sunk into his guts prevented him from disobeying. He didn’t want to be railed into the next week. He had enough of those kinds of days for the rest of his existence on planet Earth.
The moment he stepped into the office, the door was shut behind him with a quiet click. The pit that was beginning to grow made him swallow back the bile threatening to crawl up.
In a mere second he was in the middle of the room with Bruce in a space between the couch and the little table, kneeling down with his face tucked into the already large bulge in the bigger man’s pants. Bruce’s calloused hand held the back of his head firmly and Dick knew what he was meant to be doing.
He could practically smell the heat and arousal through the man’s dress pants. He mouthed at Bruce’s pants, running his tongue on the crotch no doubt leaving a wet spot where his tongue was trailing. Dick swore he could feel Bruce’s cock become even harder.
The huge hand that had been resting on the back of his head pulled him away, “Come on, Dickie.”
The younger looked up at Bruce, he hated when he used his nickname like that. He hated those commands. But Dick was trapped with no escape and his immediate instincts to follow instructions had his fingers frantically unbuckling Bruce’s belt and freeing his cock from its confines.
He hated sucking Bruce. He was too big for his mouth which made the corners of his mouth feel like they were ripping and it always brought painful tears to his eyes. His eyes become glassy just thinking about what was coming. He didn’t want to. He really really didn’t want to. Bruce always wanted him to swallow. The taste sickened him to his stomach and sent him into sloppy and drooling retches everytime Bruce’s cum shot down his throat.
This was risky anyways, Dami and Tim were going to be walking through the front door of the manor in a few minutes.
Looking down at him, Bruce raised his eyebrows as if he was telling Dick to just get on with it or else he would do something about it. Dick would rather not get face fucked by B.
Dick started with kitten licks and stripes up Bruce’s cock before licking his slit and accepting the angry red head into his mouth. It already felt like too much to handle.
He knew how Bruce liked it, he’d been doing it for what felt like years now. He sucked gently, slowly sinking his face closer into the man’s pubes making sure to press his tongue in the right places. He gagged and pulled back periodically, bobbing his head further until Bruce was almost completely down his throat. Hot tears welled up in his eyes.
A vicious gag ripped up his throat and Dick tried to pull himself off quickly. He hated the sound when he gagged around flesh in his mouth. Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered what would happen if he bit down.
Before Dick could pull himself completely off Bruce to cough, his hair was caught between thick fingers and suddenly his nose was nestled into curly pubes. Dick couldn’t breathe, he was suffocating and he had to cough but there were only the smallest gaps he couldn’t even try to breathe through. Dick absently felt like he was going to die if he didn’t get air in his lungs. This would be a hell of a way to die and he would be violently embarrassed but at least then he could be put out of his misery.
“Sorry baby, we don’t have enough time for this. I’ll take care of you.”
Oh, no.
A second hand joined Bruce’s first one in his hair and his head was held in place. Bruce drew his hips back and Dick was quick to breathe what he could before his throat began to get pummelled by Bruce fucking his face. His hands flew up to hold B’s somehow still clothed thighs. If Dick hadn’t been crying earlier he definitely was now, he could feel the hot tears fall down his cheeks and awkwardly drip off his jaw.
Dick didn’t know how long it had been going on for. He wasn’t even breathing and he could distantly hear the small grunts and groans coming from above him. But he could barely hear that, was he going deaf? His throat burned but he stopped feeling that after only a short while of being fucked into.
He had stopped looking into B’s eyes the moment he told him he was going to be taken care of. He sure didn’t feel like he was being taken care of.
As far as Dick knew he was floating out of his own body.
Hips started to stutter and absently Dick knew the man above him was almost done. Thank God. Actually, fuck you, God. Why have you been letting this happen to him?
There was one final low groan.
Cum started to spurt in Dick’s mouth and Bruce pulled out before he was done releasing and held Dick’s face with one hand, and jerked himself to his full completion on his face.
Bruce’s hot release was somewhere on his cheek and his lips and luckily his eyes were scrunched closed because a drop landed on one of his eyelids. Dick wondered if his mouth was open or not because B continued to rub his cock across his lips, probably smearing his own cum probably just to feel some kind of satisfaction of seeing it on his face.
Dick could feel himself starting to come around, heaving for air.
A door slammed open and Dick’s head whipped around so fast he could’ve given himself whiplash.
“Bruce–Damian and Tim are here, do you know where Dickie–” It was Jason.
Dick watched as a series of emotions crossed his brother’s face. He couldn’t name a single one. Jason's eyes flickered from Bruce’s face, Dick’s face covered in cum and B’s cock pressed into his cheek from when Dick swerved his head to face the door.
The door. Didn’t Bruce lock it?
Dick just watched Jason, he didn’t even look at B as he felt him pull away from Dick, no doubt fumbling his cock back into his pants based on the ruffling he hears in his ear.
“Jay–”
It’s like hearing the name of his brother finally snapped Dick back into reality. His brother knew. They were going to know.
Dick wishes he hadn’t told God to fuck himself.
Jason lets out a shriek and his panicked brain yells for the only name he could in that moment. “Dami!”
Please, no.