drabble: The Rift Between Them

[darthbatgirl]

Title: The Rift Between Them.

Author: darthbatgirl

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Dick/Tim

Summary: Dick finds the one thing he needs to say is the hardest thing to do

Word Count: 361

Warning: angst, boy kissing

A/N: written for merelyfic for the ten drabble meme. Prompt was it's never easy to admit when your wrong

 

 

 

They had spent the whole day together. Working on reports together, updating the computer system, working on the cars, even got in a little sparring together. Dick asked how college was going now that Tim had finally had a chance to attend. Tim had asked about the Titan's latest mission. Everything was just like the old days.

 

Except.

 

Except it wasn't like the old days. Yes they had Bruce back. Yes Jason and Cassandra was home too and Damian was actually acting like a human being – sometimes. Everything was getting back to normal except for him and Tim. They didn't joke around, didn't have movie night, and they didn't end up in each other's bed anymore either.

 

A rift had grown between them. He was on one side and Tim the other and daily the rift was growing wider. It's not like he didn't want to patch things up with Tim. It's just that every time he tried to say something he felt as if he had sand in his mouth.

 

Even now as they sat at a table repairing a couple of batarangs, Dick had spent the last hour thinking of how the conversation would go, and even then didn't say anything.

 

When everything was repaired Tim picked up the took kit and turned to go upstairs and Dick saw the rift widen so far he couldn't see Tim on the other side anymore. Dick stood up and reached for Tim, his fingers grasping only air. “Tim . . . wait.”

 

Tim paused and looked over his shoulder, “Yeah? You need something?”

 

Dick's tongue felt thick in his mouth, and years of practice made him mute as Tim looked at him questioningly. A flash of disappointment in Tim's eyes was all Dick needed though. He walked around the table and took Tim's face in each hand and kissed him. His tongue slipped in Tim's mouth and he savored the almost forgotten taste that was Tim. When the kiss was broken they were both breathing hard, Tim's arms wrapped around Dick's waist, one of Dick's hands buried in Tim's hair.

 

“I'm sorry,” Dick said against Tim's lips