okay, last one (probably) today. maybe. A Golden Age(ish) Bruce/Dick ficlet for your enjoyment I'm probably going to hell, but I'm okay with that. Dick is watching me finish the complex work of putting the suit on. I secure my belt, cowl in hand and turn to see my bird half dressed, lips red and slightly parted. His eyelids flutter, closing and opening reveling the bright sky blue of his eyes. He’s calling to me, wanting all that I can give him. My hand tightens on the cowl as he stands in front... read more
