[DC] A Parched Body Seeks the Crimson

Tim finally showed some emotion. He blinked and looked at Jason, his face showing neither irritation nor a blush, only a touch of strange surprise. It was rare to see him out of uniform or without an oversized hoodie or jacket that swallowed him whole. His custom-tailored suit traced the lean lines of his body and its explosive strength. He wasn't particularly tall, but his proportions were good. Strands of hair fell beside his temples, and his skin was pale. His features were both delicate and sharp, combining beauty and handsomeness without seeming feminine. There was something almost inhumanly intricate about him, as if he had been carved from stone. In short: handsome, slender, pale. Looking like this, Tim said, "Why would you think that, Jason? I'm a Dom." Reader advisory: A comedy with Dom Tim as its underlying premise. Again, someone tell me why I'm actually writing this. Again, I don't think there's a romantic relationship between them, but if you want to read it that way, you can. Theme: Don't listen to Batman's lectures.