A Bird in the Hand
Series: Will be - haven't decided on a name for it yet. Suggestions, anyone?
Archive: Sure, why not
Warning 1: This story involves an underage (17) character having sex
with an adult who is also his legal guardian. The sex is completely
consensual and instigated by the younger man.
Warning 2: There are scenes of very explicit m/m sex (see warning #1)
Warning 3: There are references to past disciplinary spankings as
well as a discipline scene that takes place within the story.
Spoilers: Only if you have no idea how Bruce Wayne became
Batman, and how Dick Grayson came to be his ward
Notes: New fandom for me, guys, and I'm just getting up to
speed on this one so if I make any really glaring errors, let me
know. This is roughly based around the comic books of my youth -
namely, the 50s and 60s - which, oddly enough, was when "Batman"
comics were criticized for promoting a homosexual lifestyle. Gee,
the things I never noticed when I was young.. Anyway, since this is
pre-Dark Knight, pre-nasty Gotham, and pre-Nightwing, my guys don't
have all that much to brood about. So if you're looking for dark,
angsty Batman and self-doubting Dick, you ain't gonna find them here.
Summary: The morning-after, Bruce's POV
I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, acutely aware of the
warm heaviness lying against my side, of the soft breathing in my
ear. If I turned my head, I would be able to see how beautiful he
was as he slept, a tiny smile on his face. I had left the bedside
lamp on, turned low so as not to disturb him while he slept, on
purpose. It's not that I needed the light - God knows that the Dark
and I have been close companions for years. It's that I needed to
see him, needed to watch him while he slept. It had been a long day,
and an anxious night while I searched for him, but I still couldn't
sleep. My mind was too full of thoughts to sleep.
I had just made love to Dick Grayson. My ward and friend for nine
years, my student and partner for seven years.
My - until this evening - virgin underage ward.
If They ever found out, they would take him away from me and throw
me into the darkest prison cell they could find, my money be damned.
Never mind that I had never thought of Dick in that way until the day
a few months earlier when I suddenly realized that he had grown up
into a beautiful, intelligent young man. Never mind that Dick was a
man in everything but number of years, had stared death in the face
and risked his life on more than one occasion. Never mind that no
one had ever forced Dick to do anything he didn't want to do - as the
many times we've gone toe-to-toe could testify. They would see the
black and white facts of the matter, and judge us, and both our lives
would be over.
And the facts were that I had seduced an underage virgin into my bed.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, interrupting the brood
that I'd started. In point of fact, he did the seducing, even if the
first kiss had been mine. I could see him again in my mind's eye,
blue eyes awash with tears and pain as he hurled the fact of his love
in my face, daring me to reject him. And I couldn't. Couldn't allow
him to suffer any more - couldn't allow myself to suffer, when what
we'd both wanted was within our grasp. And so I'd kissed him
He'd kissed me back. Hell, he'd climbed me as easily as any circus
rigging, had wrapped his arms and legs around me, and had come on the
force of our kisses and the friction of his body against mine. And
he'd been so beautiful in that moment, with his skin flushed and his
mouth hard against mine, that I'd been hard-pressed not to come
myself. But I'd managed to summon controls I've perfected over the
years, to hold it back, because I was damned if I was going to have
him this first time up against a wall. No, I decided that it would
be in my bed or not at all.
And you wonder why Dick sometimes calls me a control freak.
He'd been beautiful lying in my bed, too, so erotically beautiful
with his body writhing under mine as I teased him with my mouth, as
he screamed his release into the pillow he clutched to his face.
Later, as his body smoothly undulated alongside mine, I found myself
buried deep within him as I had longed to be but hadn't even dared to
hope. And he was crying my name, over and over, until he finally
exploded and went limp. But the most breathtakingly beautiful part
of all was when he opened his eyes and looked up at me, his new
sexual awareness blending with his barely-lost innocence. And it was
a look I wanted to see again.
I pressed a kiss against his forehead and allowed my hand to change
from merely holding him to stroking the skin of his back. He stirred
against me, eyes blinking open and then a slow, sultry smile crossed
"Hi," he murmured, turning his head up to kiss me. "Can't sleep?"
I kissed him back. "I'd rather watch you."
He grinned and rolled over onto me, his hips straddling my body.
"Don't let me stop you," he said, and leaned back down for a kiss.
The feel of his lithe, firm body against mine did things to my
libido that hadn't happened in years. I kissed him back, then smiled
up at him. "Want to do it again?"
His eyes fired up. "Can we?" he breathed, and leaned down to kiss
me with all the heat of youth. "Like before?"
I wrapped my arms around him, holding his body close as I returned
his kisses. "No, you'll be too sore for that. Let me show you
Dick grinned wickedly at that. "I'm all yours."
I rolled with him, pinning him beneath my body, and grinned back.
"So - you gonna do anything about it, or just lie there?" he
teased. I kissed him fiercely, then began to move against him,
allowing our bodies to rub together. He moaned and arched under me,
trying to press our bodies closer together, then gasped as our cocks
slid alongside each other.
"Bruce!" he gasped. "Oh, God!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I murmured, nipping along his jaw line
until I reached his ear. Gently, I took the lobe between my teeth,
playing with it, and he moaned again, shuddering.
I continued to feast on his body - the side of his neck, the spot
right under his collarbone, his firm shoulder. He threw his head
back, his eyes closed as he abandoned himself to pleasure, and the
sight of it drove me crazy with desire and need. I rocked against
him, faster and faster, and heard him cry out a second before I felt
the warm splash against my skin. And then I was coming, too,
pleasure slamming through my body as I ground my body against his.
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down into his face, and
I couldn't help smiling. Dick was sprawled on the bed, face and body
slowly losing its flush, his face glowing. He looked like a
debauched angel. My debauched angel, I thought with a little laugh.
At least the wings fit with reality.
He opened his eyes at the sound of my laugh and smiled. "What's so
"Nothing. Just feeling - happy." I leaned down to kiss him again,
a tender kiss this time. "I love you."
His eyes widened as he pulled back from the kiss. "Wh-what did you
I gave him an amused look. "What - you expect me to say it again?"
"I didn't expect you to say it the first time."
His voice was low, his eyes half-closed. I rolled off him and sat
on the bed looking down at him. "Dick? What do you mean? I know
that I don't express my feelings out loud often, but surely you
realized how I feel about you."
He still wasn't looking at me, which I thought was an ominous sign,
and he shrugged. "I knew that you wanted me, but - "
I didn't know whether to pull the impossible boy into my arms and
kiss him insensible, or pull him over my knee and paddle him. I
settled for the first option, holding the second in reserve. Holding
him wrapped tightly in my arms as he tried to catch his breath, I
said fiercely, "Richard Grayson, don't you ever do that again! Do
you hear me?" I shook him a little. "Don't you ever go to bed with
someone just because they want you, no matter how much you love them!"
"Jesus, Bruce!" he gasped. "Let me breathe, would ya?"
"I promise, all right?" I eased my grip on him and he gave me a
look that was half impish, half hopeful. "After all, I don't intend
to go to bed with anyone but you from now on."
"Good," I said, kissing him again fiercely. Then I pushed him down
on the bed and proceeded to prove just how possessive I could be, an
exercise that had him screaming as he came down my throat before he
collapsed into an exhausted and sated sleep.
I must have drifted off to sleep in spite of myself because the next
thing I knew was that light was shining in through the windows. I
had awakened suddenly, some noise triggering my instincts, and looked
around the room warily. Nothing appeared to be amiss and I settled
back down on the pillows, but now that I was awake I couldn't go back
to sleep. Dick had shifted in his sleep so that he now lay sprawled
half across my body, his head on my chest and his legs intertwined
with mine. My fingers automatically carded through his short, dark
hair as I thought about all the twists and turns of our lives that
had brought us to this moment.
I thought back to that dark, horrible night, the night he saw his
parents fall to their deaths. The police had swarmed over the area
with their questions and investigations. Circus folk and gawking
bystanders had crowded the entrances to the big top, talking and
speculating and staring. And all the while a small boy had sat on
the first row of the bleachers, silent and still and alone.
Something in that too-quiet figure had touched a chord deep within
me. I had sat like that once, on a bench inside a police station,
waiting for Alfred to come and take me home while the world spun
around me, agog at the murder of the wealthy Waynes. I had wondered
suddenly if this boy had anyone to take him home, if he had a home.
Surely someone at the circus - or the owner - or maybe the boy knew
if there was family to go to. And I had crossed the ring and
crouched in front of him and said his name.
He had looked up at me with eyes that reflected a pain that was soul
deep. Eyes that were mirrors for my own. How could I not respond to
that? I don't even remember opening my arms. He had flung his arms
around my neck and buried his face against my shoulder, sobbing his
heart out. And suddenly I was overwhelmed with the need to protect
and cherish this fragile little spirit. Playboy Bruce Wayne - who
hadn't been part of a family in far too many years and who wouldn't
know what to do with a child if he had one - had fought for the right
to become guardian to this orphan with no family to turn to, and had
carried him off in triumph to Wayne Manor. Where, thankfully, Alfred
was more than willing to raise another orphaned boy, and where two
lonely orphans had become friends, and partners, and now lovers.
Did I say fragile? My lips twitched, and I glanced fondly down at
the dark head resting on my chest. I had soon learned that there
wasn't a fragile bone in his body, and that his spirit was twice as
strong as men two or three times his age. He also had an
inexhaustible bundle of energy, was always in movement - a fact that
I'd found exasperating on dozens of occasions when I've wanted to
snap at him to just sit still for a moment.
It looked like I had finally found a way to burn off some of that
energy. Dick was sleeping soundly, sprawled across my chest and
three-quarters of my bed. And it only involved making him climax
five times in one night to do it.
At this rate, I'd be dead inside a year.
Dick stirred in his sleep and snuggled in closer. I couldn't resist
the urge to kiss the top of his head, and was rewarded when a sleepy
face turned upward for a real kiss.
"Morning," I murmured.
"Mmm," he purred. "I like this way of waking up." He shifted his
body on top of mine and grinned down at me.
I gave him an amused look. "Oh, you do?"
"Uh-huh. I think that we should wake up like this every morning."
The look he gave me was a combination of hopefulness and uncertainty,
and it was absolutely endearing.
"Sounds like an excellent idea," I replied, and was rewarded with
one of his brilliant smiles. I slid my hands down to cup his ass,
careful not to apply too much pressure since it was undoubtedly still
painful. "And I've got an idea as well." I watched the anticipatory
grin cross his face and said, deliberately, "A shower." He groaned
and I scowled at him. "Have a heart, chum. Not all of us are
"Oh, all right," he said reluctantly, rolling off me and letting me
out of the bed. "Go get your shower then."
"Actually, I was thinking about a shared one," I said as I started
towards the bathroom. In the doorway, I turned and looked at him
over my shoulder. "Coming?"
I always knew that Dick could move fast.
It wasn't until we were drying off after our shared shower that I
brought up the other matter between us. "Richard, you know that
after breakfast we're going to have to discuss the rest of last
I saw him swallow. "Do we have to?"
I sighed. I'd been afraid of this, afraid that he would think that
our becoming lovers meant that I was going to let him get away with
his misbehavior, or that I'd ease up on him in training. He was
about to get an unpleasant shock - I couldn't afford to lessen an
iota of my vigilance in training him. One moment's carelessness out
There could get him killed.
"Dick, you know that what you did was wrong - "
"Yes," Dick said, interrupting me hastily. "I meant, do we have to
wait till after breakfast. I - I don't think I could eat a bite
knowing what was coming."
I stared at him in surprise. "You want to have our discussion now?
He nodded, giving me an uncertain look. "You've never made me wait
He was right - I hadn't. I knew, having faced my fair share of
punishment when I was younger, that the dread of what was coming
could be worse than the punishment itself. I'd never made him wait
longer than it took for us to get to a private place.
I nodded. "All right, but not here." The last thing I wanted was
for him to associate my bedroom with pain of any sort. I tossed him
my robe. "Wait in your room. I'll be there in a minute."
He nodded and silently pulled on the robe, then left. I took a few
minutes to finish drying my hair and pulled on casual clothes, then
walked down the hallway to Dick's room carrying the tray Alfred had
left in his room the night before.
Dick had pulled on a shirt and shorts and was sitting on the side of
the bed. He looked up at me as I entered and nervously licked his
lips, then looked back down at his hands. I set the tray on the
dresser and crossed to sit down on the bed next to him.
"Richard, we discussed your lying to me last night, but there were
other things you did last night that were wrong." He nodded, still
not looking up. "You didn't risk your life foolishly, so I think a
hand-spanking will be sufficient. You know what to do."
He stood up and reluctantly pushed his shorts and briefs down to his
knees, then settled into place over my lap. I made sure that he was
secure and that his cock was tucked away safely, then rested my hand
on his upturned bottom.
"All right, Richard. What is this for?"
"For going to that place. And for drinking."
There was a small hint of defiance in his voice, as if he still
disagreed with my assessment that the place was too dangerous for
him. I swatted him hard and heard his grunt of surprise.
"It was a stupid thing to do." I continued to spank him as I
spoke. "Even if you are old enough and mature enough to handle
yourself in a place like that, you're still legally underage. And
that makes it illegal for the four of you to have snuck in there.
What if you'd been caught, Dick? You don't need an arrest for
underage drinking on your record. You do agree that you broke the
law by drinking?"
I heard Dick trying to catch his breath. "Y-yes, sir."
"A law I happen to agree with," I said, swatting him several times
as I spoke. "You may think that you are responsible enough to handle
alcohol, but I have seen far too many statistics on teen deaths from
drinking and driving - and I refuse to let you become a statistic."
"I wasn't - I wasn't driving!" he protested.
"And who was going to drive Jon's car home? Did any of you agree to
be a designated driver?"
"I didn't think - I didn't plan - "
"No, that's right. You didn't think, and none of you made plans for
that. When you are old enough to legally purchase alcohol, I expect
to see more responsible behavior from you. Am I understood?"
I laid down several more swats, enough to make his bottom uniformly
red, then stopped and began the task of soothing him. "All right,
all done." I rubbed my hand over his back, soothing his sobs. "It's
over and you're forgiven."
It took a long time for his sobs to subside into hitching breaths -
I hadn't been easy on him and his backside was going to be sore for
days. When I felt that he was soothed enough, I pushed him up and
then took him into my arms for a comforting hug. He clung to me,
burying his face against my chest, and his body shook with sobs again.
"It's all right," I said soothingly. "All over."
"Are you s-still mad at me?" he asked, not looking up.
I gently forced his chin up. "Dick, I'm not mad at you.
Disappointed in your choices, yes. But I'm here to help you make
better ones." And then I gave him my sternest look. "But if I ever
catch you doing that again, you won't sit for a month. Do you
"Yes, sir," he muttered.
I kissed him gently. "Good."
He smiled tremulously and kissed me back. "I like this part. Much
better than before, when you'd hug me and then fix me a mug of hot
"You're incorrigible," I teased. "Lay down and let me take a look
Reluctantly, he let go of me and stretched out on the bed, face
down. I picked up the salve and began smoothing it over his reddened
skin, checking for any sign of a problem. The welts from last
night's caning stood out in start relief to his spank-reddened
bottom, but they were healing nicely. I spared a moment to check him
for damage from penetration last night and breathed a sigh of relief
to see that he looked fine if a little bit sore. I smoothed more of
the salve over his tender flesh and heard Dick sigh in relief.
"Thanks," he murmured.
"You're welcome," I said, pulling a light sheet over him. "I want
you to lay here and rest this morning, sleep if you feel like it.
I'll send Alfred up with breakfast and a fresh ice pack."
" 'kay," he murmured sleepily. I brushed a kiss over his forehead
and quietly left the room, heading downstairs with the tray.
Alfred was in the kitchen when I entered, and I could smell his
fabulous muffins in the air. "Morning, Alfred."
"Good morning, sir. Breakfast will be ready momentarily."
In all the years that we'd been together, I'd never figured out how
Alfred knew exactly when to have breakfast ready. No matter how
early or late I came downstairs, it was always moments away from
completion. When I was younger, I'd been convinced that he had my
room bugged, but nowadays I knew that it was just his consummate
skill. However, there did seem to be something a little - off about
him this morning.
I set the tray on the counter and then took my place at the table.
"Dick will be eating in his room this morning, and he'll need a fresh
"I shall take a tray up to him momentarily." There was a pause as
Alfred filled my coffee cup. "I went by Master Richard's room
earlier this morning, to see if there was anything he required. He
My stomach plummeted. Here it came - Alfred had found out. "Oh?" I
managed to say.
"Quite, sir. I had the troubling thought that events last night
might not have gone as smoothly as could be wanted, and that Master
Dick had run away."
"No, sir. I was relieved to discover that," he paused and fixed me
with the same look I used to get as a youngster when he'd caught me
out at something, "when I went to your room to apprise you of Master
I dropped my eyes to my coffee cup and took a deep breath. "I
didn't seduce him, Alfred."
"I didn't think you had, sir. Knowing both you and Master Dick, I
presumed that he finally decided to act on his feelings."
My head jerked up. "You knew that Dick was in love with me?"
"Yes, sir. Longer even than I've known you were in love with Master
Dick. He discussed the matter with me on more than one occasion."
"He told you he was in love with me?"
Alfred shrugged. "He was vague on the particulars about the person
he was in love with, but it didn't take much to discern who it was."
He paused again. "Pardon my asking, sir, but are you certain you are
doing the wise thing? If they should find out, they will take Master
Dick away from us."
My heart warmed at the way he said "us", and I took another deep
breath. "No, I'm not sure. But I know that I can't continue to
ignore how I feel - how Dick feels. That stupid stunt he pulled
yesterday - all designed to get my attention, to make me jealous.
Who knows what he'd get up to if I waited like I originally intended
I could see Alfred shudder. "It doesn't bear thinking about, sir."
"Yes, well, he won't be pulling something like that again," I said
with a certain amount of satisfaction. "A fact that I emphasized
this morning, which is why he is spending it in his room."
"Very good, sir." Alfred set my breakfast in front of me and then
quickly began preparing a tray for Dick. I watched in amusement as
he prepared a small pot of hot chocolate to take up as well as the
muffins - Alfred's special hot chocolate had been a favorite of
Dick's since he had first come to live here. As were the muffins,
come to think of it.
"You know that you're spoiling him," I pointed out with amusement.
"I seriously doubt that, sir. Master Dick has a solid head on his
shoulders." He added an ice pack to the tray and picked it up. "If
there's nothing else that you require, sir - ?"
I shook my head. "No, Alfred. I'm fine. I've got everything I
And, as Alfred headed upstairs to take care of the young man we had
both come to love, I realized that what I had said was true. I have
everything I need.
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