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lol

[farcry]

I don’t think either of us are ready for that, Tim.

What if he asks to watch?

I live to entertain

[prettyredbird]

Ew, Dick. Absolutely not.

gods work

[farcry]

Actually, though. You’d be saying it so he backs down but have you ever known Bruce to fold like that?

What would you say?

[prettyredbird]

There wouldn't be anything to back down from because he's not invited.

I'd say no! Why are you pushing this??

[farcry]

Then you’re right back to having to do it anyway. Probably worse, now that you’ve retaliated by telling Bruce about us.

I’m not pushing. Why are you using us as a bargaining chip?

[prettyredbird]

That's not what I was doing! It was just an idea to get him to leave me alone, because I don't care if he knows.

You're the one that apparently wants to involve him.

[farcry]

Did you ever think about if I care?

Me? I’m not the one who’s telling him about giving you a blowjob.

[prettyredbird]

Which is why I haven't said anything to him without taking to you first. You wouldn't want people to find out you're dating Tim Drake.

Specifically to get him to leave me alone. YOU brought up him watching.

[farcry]

Oh yeah. Great way to bring it up so we can talk about it. Practically everyone we know already knows, Tim. It’s not about that and you know it.

I’m trying to say it’s not gonna deter him, Tim. You don’t know Bruce the way I do.

[prettyredbird]

I wasn't planning on this being a serious conversation, I was making a joke! I didn't know you were so dead set against him knowing.

Asking me what I'd say to him watching is not trying to deter me from telling him. I'm not that dumb.

[farcry]

[ that’s right. Tim is not stupid. he’s a literal genius.

big sigh.

ring ring—incoming call from whatever name Tim has his personal number saved under ]

[prettyredbird]

[ There's a small pause, but Tim picks up the phone. He's not the type to ignore someone even when he's angry.

He sighs heavily. ]

Hey, Dick.

[farcry]

[ there’s a delay. Dick is filled with real relief when Tim picks up. ]

Hey, Tim.

[ beat. he almost doesn’t know where to start. ]

Listen, Tim. [ sigh. ] If you want Bruce to know, he can know, alright? We’ll tell him. I wasn’t trying to suggest anything, I was just playing devil’s advocate. That’s it. Can we drop it?

[prettyredbird]

[ He frowns a little to himself and rubs the back of his neck. ]

I meant it when I said I don't care if he knows. I mean his opinion on who I'm dating doesn't matter to me.

I don't want to tell him if you're only going to do it to appease me.

[farcry]

If you don’t care, then why are you upset that I’m not jumping all over the idea of telling him?

[prettyredbird]

Probably because you strongly hinted at not wanting to tell him after I said no to him being in the bedroom with us? It's not a great look, Dick.

[farcry]

What?

[ he says it incredulously, barely believing the way this conversation is going. ]

I wasn’t asking for him to be in the bedroom with us—Tim what are you—I wouldn’t have wanted to tell him either way.

[prettyredbird]

You asked me what I would say to him watching us!

Tell me why you don't want him to know.

[farcry]

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