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There is a scar on Tim's neck. Shiny, but pale with age, faded, but not quite. A delicate line in a bastardised mirror of a choker.

There is a scar on Tim's neck, as his hands hover gently over the column over his throat, Bernard's eyes carefully seeking permission, before fingertips lightly graze that thin, harsh scar.

Tim's breath stutters, and in response, Bernard's hands pull back. Tim reaches pit and squeezes once, gently. 'Its OK.' Bernard understands, and returns, his fingers featherlight as he lovingly grazes Tim's scars, before leaning in to kiss him. "Beautiful." Sapphire eyes close gently in response, before opening to look back into soft caramel.

Tim does not love all his scars, just as he does not hate them. Some scars tell the tale of how he survived, of the people he saved. But others- others hurt, more than just phantom pain.

The rippled edges of a scar from too-harsh training, the scar from a knife skillfully slipped between his armour when he turned to speak to Damian, the cuts on his thighs from when Dick took his last safety net, his last stability, the scar on his neck from a brother who would kill to paint his name on the wall.

But when Bernard touches these scars, sp gentle and caring, so loving and accepting, they hurt just a little less.

"Do you forgive them?" Tim looks into deep caramel eyes, full of love and a soft openness. "Not fully. Forgive maybe, but not forget." Bernard nods. "Good." And they move on, gentle kisses and soft touches, as they each tell the stories behind the marks hidden behind clothes and makeup. Some, they will not tell. Others, they will. And they hold each other as they do, gentle and caring, careful of boundaries, physical and metaphorical alike.

There is a scar on Robin's neck, harsh and cold, shiny but faded, red yet pale, stark against an elegant throat in the harsh light of the emergency vehicles.

There is a scar on Robin's neck, and Bernard's hands gently glide against it, it's owner taking in a simultaneously gentle yet harsh breath. "You know, my boyfriend has a scar here." Bernard meets the white eyes of a domino, as he smiles softly. "I love him alot." And Bernard steps away, allowing Tim to come to him.

And he does, steps almost elegant and then stumbling, before he falls into his boyfriend's arms. "Bear..." Bernard smiles gently into Tim's hair. "Hello, love."