Dick had thought about kissing Tim more times than he was proud of—and too many of those times were more inappropriate than not. It’d be in the chaos, where his mind would layer on images. Sometimes, it’d be during the quiet stretches, after a long night when the road between Bludhaven and Gotham went on for far too long. Other times, he’d catch a look, hear a sharp, brilliant observation, feel the brush of fingers as they passed gear between them and wonder. Want. But it was the kind of want he buried deep and never dared act on. Tim was too important, too young, too smart for him—and then, somehow, he was here, kissing Dick like it wasn’t the first time he had imagined it either.

That first press of lips was sweet, but it deepened fast. Tim made a quiet, eager sound, pleased and hungry and the heat of it sparked down Dick’s spine. Tim’s tongue curled greedy and deliberate and sure against his, like he knew exactly what he was doing and Dick could only respond the same way. He kissed like he fought and like he loved—all in. Steady. Giving. He let Tim take his time, met him with groundedness, but gave back with the kind of care that he had always shown Tim.

He might’ve stayed locked in that moment longer even, letting it stretch out until it turned molten between them, but then a whine came from behind them, low and wanting, from a voice he knew in his bones.

Jason.

The sound of it only lit something deeper before he felt Tim pull back just enough with a few last lingering kisses. Dick nearly chased him. His fingers splayed at Tim’s jaw, keeping contact there and he turned too to catch Jason’s gaze. The weight of it hit just as hard. Dick wanted him, too. He’d felt it before, sure, but now it landed real and full-bodied and undeniable, flaring to life with the smooth, coy words falling like silk from Tim’s kiss-swollen lips. Dick looked back at Tim, at the little mastermind he was, all kissed raw like that, eyes darkly sparkling with mischief and heat like that.

Slowly, his gaze slid back to Jason, the chocolate of his eyes dark and molten and sweet like their hot cocoa. Jason was all coiled tension and quiet hunger. And Dick wanted that all.

“You gonna keep him waiting, Jay?” he said, voice rough with the heat pooling in his gut, rough with the swoop of a dive, of leaping off a skyscraper right into the unknown.

“Come show me.”