Aomine's head made it past the top of the roof just in time for him to watch Tim's fingers dart over the keypad; just in time to stare, hard, at the logo that everybody in Gotham knew, even if they'd lived there less than six months.
You're - kidding -
The bodysuit was baffling. He thought, absurdly, that Tim was heading for the ocean for an afternoon of something ridiculous, like snorkeling. But as he went through that sleek black case and added additions to his outfit - boots, gloves, a weapon - it became increasingly clear that what he was actually up to had nothing to do with recreation of any kind. Aomine could try to fool himself into thinking what he was looking at some was kind of costume fetish, or a joke, or hell, even staged, but as far as he knew, Tim had no idea he was there, watching. The other boy still had the same expression, even, flat and business-like, nothing at all changing in his eyes or the set of his mouth.
He didn't even flinch when he jumped.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck -
Aomine was seconds late getting the rest of the way up onto the roof. It took too long to climb up, to cross over, his shoes crunching on the gravel. By the time he made it to the other side, Tim was gone. There was only another alley, and papers blowing about in the wind.
He was still for a long, long time. His thoughts were chaotic at first, wild with uncertainties and high emotions, but in the end his only action was pretty clear.
Aomine turned around, and looked at the capsule. He might never have been the best or more focused student, but he'd just seen Tim enter the passcode. He wasn't about to forget it five minutes later.
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Date: 2014-06-26 05:03 pm (UTC)You're - kidding -
The bodysuit was baffling. He thought, absurdly, that Tim was heading for the ocean for an afternoon of something ridiculous, like snorkeling. But as he went through that sleek black case and added additions to his outfit - boots, gloves, a weapon - it became increasingly clear that what he was actually up to had nothing to do with recreation of any kind. Aomine could try to fool himself into thinking what he was looking at some was kind of costume fetish, or a joke, or hell, even staged, but as far as he knew, Tim had no idea he was there, watching. The other boy still had the same expression, even, flat and business-like, nothing at all changing in his eyes or the set of his mouth.
He didn't even flinch when he jumped.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck -
Aomine was seconds late getting the rest of the way up onto the roof. It took too long to climb up, to cross over, his shoes crunching on the gravel. By the time he made it to the other side, Tim was gone. There was only another alley, and papers blowing about in the wind.
He was still for a long, long time. His thoughts were chaotic at first, wild with uncertainties and high emotions, but in the end his only action was pretty clear.
Aomine turned around, and looked at the capsule. He might never have been the best or more focused student, but he'd just seen Tim enter the passcode. He wasn't about to forget it five minutes later.