Finally
Bam! Leg? Healed. Peter’s crush? Reached new heights. Hotel? Trivago. With not even a scar to show for it, Peter was stretching in the Batcave, mourning the loss of his Spider suit, which Alfred had taken one look at and thrown away. Apparently. Peter wouldn’t know, he wasn’t there.
Dick walked up to Peter, handing him a water bottle, which Peter gratefully accepted. “So,” Dick said conversationally. “Spider-Man is pretty good at doing flips.”
Peter narrowed his eyes. “Where are you going with this?”
Dick smirked. “I’ve got something to show you.”
He led Peter out of the main gym and to an area lined with a lot of gymnastics equipment. “Come on, Spider-Man, show me what you got.”
Tim was just minding his own business and going for a walk around the manor. He had to clear his head after his most recent revelation, and now he was back. Maybe throwing some punches would help him clear his head of the Bi Fog.
Now, what is the Bi Fog, you might ask? Well, you see, the Bi Fog is a very specific bout of brain rot that occurs whenever Tim is confronted with the fact that someone is stupidly attractive. Common side effects include your face feeling like it’s on fire, embarrassing amounts of stuttering and tripping over your own words, not being able to think clearly, and sometimes, it may even make you wish for the ground to swallow you whole. And having to hide any physical effects the Bi Fog might induce. Hence Tim’s walk in the brisk September air.
Tim sighed, pulling on a loose t-shirt and shorts before heading down to the cave. If the walk hadn’t lessened the Bi Fog, he found that another solution was to beat the shit out of a punching bag and go through various meditation techniques until he was able to think clearly again. His lack of sleep wasn’t helping his case of Bi Fog in the slightest, so a workout would wear him down to the point where he might be able to get a nap and think about something that wasn’t Peter for more than three seconds.
Luckily, Tim hadn’t seen anyone else around the house, so maybe they all went on a trip or something? It would be just his luck for someone else to be training in the cave…
Steph’s hand shot out and grabbed Tim’s wrist, yanking him into the gymnastics room, where a wild Dick Grayson often lurked. The rest of the family were already there, watching with wide eyes. “Dude!” Steph exclaimed. “Look!”
Peter and Dick were doing flip after flip, racing each other around the area. Tim’s mouth fell open as his Big Gay Crush’s shirt rode up slightly just as he was swinging past Tim. Because of course it did. Why wouldn’t it? Dick shouted at Peter to slow down and waved him over to the trapeze set. Dick asked if Peter was ready, to which Peter nodded. The two of them swung down and performed one of the most complicated trapeze moves Tim had ever seen. In fact, there was only one other place he had ever seen it before…
“Close your mouth, Drake,” Damian snarked. “You’ll catch a fly.”
Tim’s mouth snapped shut and he turned on the little brat. “Shut the fuck your mouth, Damian!”
Steph practically collapsed with laughter at that, draping herself over an incredibly grumpy Tim. “Just wait, Tim,” she gushed. “Alfred and Bruce cooked up a new suit for Pete, and something tells me you’re going to lose your mind.”
Tim sighed. “I haven’t a mind left to lose, at this point.”
Steph patted him sympathetically on the back. “Don’t worry! You can show off for him too, you know.”
Tim eyed her curiously. “What do you have in mind?”
Steph just smirked, and pulled Tim back to the locker room.
Peter laughed with Dick, panting pretty heavily as the two of them climbed down.
“That was insane! I’ve never been able to do that with another person, not since…” Dick trailed off, suddenly looking away from Peter and clearing his throat. After figuring everyone’s identity out, Peter had done his research. So it wasn’t very hard to guess what suddenly got Dick down like that.
“Hey, it’s okay. I get what it’s like,” Peter sympathized. “Sometimes I still get flashes of mine at the worst possible moments.”
“What?”
“I— my parents died when I was five. They were in a plane crash.”
Dick pulled Peter into a hug. Peter blinked for a moment, then wrapped his arms around Dick. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“No problem, bud. Now, I bet Damian is just about ready to challenge you to a one on one, so let’s make sure it’s on the mat where we all can watch and make sure he doesn’t kill you, instead of some corner of the manor where he absolutely will murder you in cold blood.”
Peter chuckled and followed Dick back to the main training room, where Tim was sparring with Steph. Tim, who didn’t have a shirt on. Peter froze, his breath stuttering. Oh fuck. Peter watched in slow motion as a single bead of sweat dripped down some pretty solid looking abs. To his left, a snobby voice snorted. “Ugh,” Damian complained. “The two of you are hopeless.”
“Huh,” Dick mused, “Peter almost has the same expression that you had when you saw Jon training with Clark the other day.”
Damian’s face turned red and he leapt at Dick snarling wordlessly. Dick laughed and batted away any attacks, leading Damian towards a mat adjacent to Tim and Steph’s, where he let Damian launch himself at Dick. Peter only saw out of the corner of his eye, he was a bit busy watching Tim and Steph.
Steph slipped, landing on her back with an “Oof!” Tim wasted no time and held her down, making her tap out before he let her up. Peter swallowed and Tim looked up, catching Peter’s eye. Tim smirked at him, and Peter felt like he was burning up.
What the fuck just happened.
“Hey, Tim, can I talk to you for a second?” Peter asked.
Tim nodded and let Peter pull him into the locker room. “Can I kiss you?” Peter asked.
“Oh thank god,” Tim exclaimed and pulled Peter in for a long-awaited kiss.
Steph watched Peter drag Tim off to the locker room with a big shit-eating grin. “Oh yeah,” she announced to Dick. “I still got it!”
“Ugh,” Damian fake-gagged. “How long do you think they’re going to take?”
Dick hummed, shrugging. “I’d give ‘em an hour to be safe.”