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The week from hell had passed, Dick was finally feeling a little better. He was able to breathe again, like a storm had passed and now the light was at the end of the tunnel. He could think again, and hadn’t brought home anymore alcohol since the one night. He was back to his normal routine. Even when Clark wasn’t home, he was manning better. It occurred to him that they hadn’t yet gone out on that date. So he sent his boyfriend a text.

Meet me out back. basically behind the garage. Bring a jacket. He was doing some final tweaks on his motorcycle. The parts had come in that he needed to fix it up. He had a wrench in hand. He was fairly good with maintenance of vehicles. He had a bit of grease on his cheek, but aside from that everything had been a pretty quick and easy job where it was concerned.

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The Kryptonian had been worried and he can't say that he hadn't been. Especially when he had never seen his boyfriend like that before. He still, however, couldn't believe that Dick had sent him something like that, though. That had been a risk. A part of him knows that it could've been. He was just glad that he'd not been around the fire squadron when it had happened.

He raises a brow at the ding on his phone, knowing that they were both home. A part of him is tempted to use x-ray vision to find out exactly what was happening, but he doesn't. Clark would let this be Dick's secret. Bring a jacket. It wasn't often that the Kryptonian got cold, but he grabs a jacket anyway and heads out towards the back.

When he does get back there, he can't help but smile at the sight. If there's suddenly a picture of the sight before them, then well... so be it. "How's it going, handsome?"

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Sending Clark a risque text or two wasn’t out of the question for the future, but Dick had pretty much ended any of his alcohol intake that night. He wasn’t sure it would be a forever decision, but it would be at least a long time before he touched anymore.

Out back by the garage was a fancy looking sporty motorcycle in vibrant, neon blue and black. Similar to the one that nightwing would use but different enough to not be mistaken for it. “Just about ready to give a test run.” He slipped the wrench back into the case in the kit on the ground and made his way toward him. “Wanna be a guinea pig?” He leaned in to kiss him gently.

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Clark wasn't used to getting pictures like that sent to him. Though, he just had to remember to not look at them at work and to delete them afterward. That way if anyone ever got a hold of his phone there was no way to track his boyfriend, through any manner of pictures. A little paranoia goes a long way.

He notices the motorcycle and smiles a little. It looked like it would suit Dick just right. He kisses him back and gives a bit of a chuckle," Well, I mean, you did say something about getting me on the back of the bike once you had it finished."

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Fortunately, or unfortunately whatever Clark chose to see it as-Dick now didn’t need the liquid courage to send him one of those pictures. It’d opened up a world of new fun possibilities. He took his hand and pulled him over to the bike. “My uh, other ride is similar except it has a few more tricks.” This one couldn’t exactly defend itself like Nightwing’s could. “Some time I’ll show you that one too.” It was a little more advanced.

“This one is my baby though. It has speeds up to three hundred miles per hour.” Not that he’d tested that a few times late at night, oh no. Never. “I always like you getting on my back.” He stated with a grin as he squeezed his hand and looked back at the motorcycle. “But yes, I did say something to that degree. Thought we might go get lunch and do like kind of a date thing.” He reluctantly let go of his hand to fish through one of the new supply boxes near by to pull out a black helmet that also looked fairly sleek. “You’re lucky I like you, or you’d be getting a side car helmet.” He grinned. Not that Clark needed one at all, but damnit he wasn’t about to stick him in harms way just because he could.

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"Why isn't your other ride in our garage where it should be?" Clark counters with a teasing grin. It would be easier for the other to show him if it was right there in the garage, where it should be. In there with his pod that held his suit. One that he'd eventually have to don on and show his boyfriend.

"Never, huh?" He asks even as he feels his hand squeezed, letting his boyfriend lead him over closer to it. "I like the sound of us going to lunch and doing the date thing." Something that they hadn't really done before ending up in bed together. They'd just clicked, though. Like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. "Is that right?" He asks taking the helmet from him.

Even Clark knows how indestructible he is, but he'll gladly let Dick protect him however he saw fit.

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"Because I'm a paranoid son of a bitch." he shook his head with a laugh and shrugged. "But mainly also because it needs a charger I have yet to set up here." He admitted, parts of it were electric and required a charging bay that was kind of a pain in the ass to set up. It wasn't your every day motorcycle. One day he'd move it over, he actually wouldn't mind it being closer to them.

He was in a much better head space now than he had been a week ago. Clark hadn't left him because of his survivor's guilt. He was still there by his side. He didn't care just how indestructible his boyfriend was, he'd be damned if he lost anyone else he loved. And besides that, helmets were the law. "It is." he laughed as he slid onto the sleek looking thing, and forward a bit so there was room for two. The jacket was more of a wind blocker than for temperatures.

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"Then we get what we need to set it up here at home." Honestly? Dick was probably paranoid for the both of them. Clark had never actively been the paranoid type. It wasn't in him to be so. He couldn't live like that.

He could tell that his boyfriend was in a better mood than before, something he was grateful for. It had taken a bit but he'd made sure that Dick knew he wasn't going anywhere. Why would he? The other was stuck with him. No matter what. Clark slips onto the back of the bike and then slips the helmet on. More for Dick's sake than his own. "Ready when you are."

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He didn't recommend anyone to try to live his paranoid lifestyle. There were times it was exhausting, but it also kept him alive in his line of work since he had no powers. "Really? You'd want it in the garage?" Next to all his Kryptonian stuff? Dick had also kept it separate to keep his friends and boyfriend safe. He didn't want anyone getting hurt because of him. But Clark wanting it there meant a lot to him. Plus it would be a bit easier than having to go home to do the Nightwing thing every time.

He worried that he still didn't deserve to be loved or wanted from time to time, but Clark was slowly convincing him that he could let down those walls again. Let someone in. "Hold on to me." Clark had seen him at his worst and hadn't left him. His voice was easily heard in the helmet, there were custom microphones inside. The motorcycle started off at an even pace to get through traffic. Easily wearing past any to get to the coastline. It was there where they had more space to move and really get some speed. And he'd be able to show Clark the scenic routes.

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"My home is your home, Dick," Clark points out. After all, his boyfriend had been living with him, not off in the building that he'd originally had. "So, yes, I'd want it in the garage. Right where it belongs." If that meant that it was in there near his pod, then so be it. Anything that his boyfriend had? It could go right beside anything that he had that was Kryptonian.

Those strong arms wrap around Dick and even if there hadn't been custom microphones in the helmets, Clark would've heard him just fine. Super hearing came in handy, especially during something like this. Or during anything, really. Despite the speed of how they were going he was taking in the scenery around them.

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It was good to have a place to call home. He couldn't help but to smile at this as Clark admitted he did want his stuff near the Kryptonian stuff. "I'll go look at what I need to get tomorrow to transfer it over." That warmed him. Knowing Clark trusted him like that. "I had a little help setting it up the first time, so I'll probably need you to help me set it up a second. Mostly with the heavy lifting." He grinned. The dreams had done that for him. He didn't have to worry about it.

He knew Clark didn't need safety stuff, but the law said he did. Plus, Dick still worried. He wasn't about to just throw him into immediate danger because he could. Though he could go faster, they just cruised the coast. "I like your arms around me." He admitted, the bike picking up a bit of speed. "This is as close to flying as I get on my own." without Clark taking him anyway. Without roof diving. It wasn't too long before they ended up at a cliff at the end of that strip of land, and at the midway point of that cliff, there was a building. It was a pretty fancy looking designer type of place. A restaurant that overlooked the water. The bike came to a stop slowly as they rolled up closer to it and he put it in park. "We're here. What did you think?" He asked as he removed the helmet.

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"You know that I'll help you." Whether it be with super strength or setting it up, in general. Once the bike was in the garage near the old pickup truck and his pod, then he'd feel a whole lot better. Far as he was concerned since Dick was living there then everything of his should've been there too. Make it feel more like home for the both of them. Even if Clark had been living in the place for what seemed like forever.

"Do you?" He teases giving him a bit of a squeeze, resting against him. He was content, which was weird, especially on a motorcycle. It had more to do with Dick being there with him than anything else. "I think you just want to go flying," he tells him. Though, they'd have to do that at some point. Once he got a good handle on it, something he'd been messing with almost every day. Ending up high above the world was nice.

Once they stop he pulls his own helmet off and sees the building, giving a smile. "It looks amazing."

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Dick had never called his place, home. But Clark's? It just sort of fell into place. "The dreams basically set it up for me before." He'd admitted with a little shrug. Or was fine at the time since he wasn't with anyone. But now he wasn't really sure how to move it yet. Dick was now open to the possibility of just selling that place. It was barely touched. Or maybe he'd rent it out and empty it.

"I do." He laughed a bit as he felt those strong arms squeeze him. People fantasized about being with a firefighter. Dick could see why, but he'd caught feelings for the person Clark was first before the muscle. It was just a bonus. "Uh, yeah. Who wouldn't?" but he also didn't think that Clark would take him every two seconds he wanted to go, so he made due with the motorcycle. "I've been meaning to try this place out for a while." He opened up the back seat of the bike where they could store helmets or gloves. "I don't know if it's any good, but at least the view is."

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Clark loved that laugh. There wasn't a thing about Dick that he didn't love or care about. Even if his boyfriend liked to startle the ever loving hell out of him. Though, as long as he could always hear his heartbeat or pick it out of the crowd, then he was fine.

"People who are scared of flying," he points out with a bit of a chuckle, placing the helmet into the compartment in the backseat. His eyes trail towards the place in front of them for a moment, giving a nod. "Then lets see what this place is all about. If we don't like it, we'll just take in the view."

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“You’ve met me right? Definitely not scared of flying.” Hell he’d go as high as space if he could breathe in it. Unfortunately that was going to be a limitation he’d have to accept. No space for him unless he got some weird powers of his own. Dick had a rough go with life, but he could usually still find a bright lining. He hadn’t let it beat him down entirely. Clark helped with that.

He reached for his hand, not afraid in the slightest of letting the world know he was dating Clark Kent. “There’s always burgers after if we don’t. Just maybe no pizza for a while.” He admitted with a grin as he led him toward that place.

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"I know you're not." When it came to Dick Grayson he knew that the other wasn't afraid of flying. Or, at least, not afraid of heights. That was cemented when they ended up going up onto the rooftop. Along with some of the things that his boyfriend had told him. So he highly doubted that someone who liked heights hated flying.

He gives that hand a firm squeeze and threads their fingers together. Though, he chuckles a bit," You're the one that made yourself tired of pizza." It's a bit teasing as he lets Dick take the lead into the place.

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“In fact you’d better take me flying as soon as you won’t actually drop me.” But knowing him, he’d be fine even if dropped, he’d find a way to land. He always did. He rarely fell, but when he had he caught himself on whatever. Building ledges, flagpoles. All handy, all doable. Dick just realized a couple months ago he might not have been able to even do this much, be out in public and doing things without a panic attack; but now he was able. He glanced over at Clark as he felt him take his hand.

He took a step forward toward the place. “Yeah well, you’ve seen your fridge when you aren’t home to cook for me.” He snickered, it was a lot of takeout. Basically a graveyard of fast food. Pizza included, but the cereal had kind of thrown it over the top. Ruined it a fair bit for a while. “ Clark was good for him, brought him a lot of light and love which had been desperately missing from his life for a long while. He actually felt like a real person again.

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"I am not taking you flying until I'm sure that I'm not going to fall myself and put a damn crater in the ground," he states with a bit of a chuckle. It's possible that he'd done that already. Fallen from the sky and put a big ass hole somewhere in the ground. Though, it had probably been as far away from human life as possible. No need to frighten anyone. "Once I get a better hang of it, I'll take you flying. I might even don on the tights and cape." Maybe.

He gives a bit of a chuckles," There is nothing wrong with my fridge when I'm not home. I leave meals that you can heat up. You just have to read the instructions, Dick Grayson." Though, they didn't need him coming home to a house fire either, but some of the stuff could be tossed in the microwave. "I'm going to have words with those takeout places," he teases.

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"Well yeah, that too." He might have worried about that before, but he had to remember that Clark wasn't just like any other guy. He had the strength to withstand that sort of thing.

"Old habits die hard." He grinned, about the fridge food and takeaway. "Though I would like to see you scolding a bunch of takeout places." The image in his mind amused him. And they headed inside to be seated.