For the angst/fluff prompt: "Do you hate me?" Dick and one of his brothers, either one can say it! <3
Ha. Fluff. That’s a good one. Enjoy the angst.
“Do you hate me?” Dick asks, his chin on top of his knees. His eyes never leave Tim.
Tim closes his eyes and leans back into the couch, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
It’s the first time since Dick came back permanently from his undercover assignment that the two of them could just—sit here and talk. And, when Dick had said talk, Tim hadn’t really thought they were actually going to talk talk. He’d just thought it was a ploy to get back on Tim’s good side. Maybe a bribe or two, a few hugs and smiles.
Instead, Tim gets a big brother who looks so lost. A lump grows in his throat the longer the words linger in the air between them.
Do you hate me?
“No,” Tim says honestly, and he opens his eyes to meet Dick’s on the other side of the couch.