Dick and Jason were desirable, Bruce would never deny that. But there's something about Tim. Something all encompassing. At times, it gave Bruce had tunnel vision. And then Tim would be all he could think about, all he he'd want to think about. He could turn it off with Dick or Jason. But Tim, it lingers. It grows and spreads and demands attention.

It had to be Tim. It had to be. There isn't room for anyone else.

"You think I want something else from you?" The question is muttered into Tim's neck, where Bruce kisses a line down the curve of, pulling at the bodysuit to make way for his lips. The watching and quiet vigilance had all come later, after Tim started pulling away. It wouldn't be necessary if Tim would only stay where Bruce could see him.