Title: Bonded

Parings: Jason Todd/femBruce/Dick Grayson, other parings will emerge as we get along in the story

Warnings: AU - several characters are genderbent, violence, cursing, lemon (down the line), polygamous-forced-chemical bond, age differences, same-sex relationships. I can foresee a slight OOC problem with some of you, simply for the fact that Bruce is a female in this story and is a tad more emotional than the real one, please leave if this is something that is a deal breaker - don't waste time.

Full Summary: Rachel Wayne hated not being able to find a solution for something, she loathed it in fact. She had wrecked her brain in an attempt to find a solution, any answer to free herself, and them, from this. She failed - and now she had to navigate the trickiest waters that she has ever faced. Jason Todd/femBruce/Dick Grayson.

Notes: I say again, if a genderbent Bruce is a problem for you, it would be best to turn back now and not waste your time. For the readers who have chosen to stay, I promise - this is the last one I'm going to do - this plot bunny was beating the hell out of me though - I will eventually write a maleBruce story.

Rachel Wayne's Point of View

"You wanted to see me?" Dick's voice broke the stillness.

This room had been the private study of my mother when I was a girl, a place that I had once looked at with fascination and a place that I once felt pure joy in being allowed into. If I remembered those years correctly, and I would not dare pretend to remember them all that clearly - my mother had moments where the pressure of being married to Thomas Wayne got too much for her. For the most part, the room had not changed in the two and a half decades since her death - a tribute to her, from both myself and Alfred. That was why I could be found here when I needed to breathe, when I needed to reflect, and when I needed to just get out of the cave, but when I didn't want to go out and face the world. My mother still managed to bring me some comfort in the afterlife, even if she didn't know it, and at moments like this, I needed it. Moments like this were when I was sure that my entire perception of reality was crashing down around me in a great burning ruin.

Standing in the circular balustrade that held a breath taking view of the city and the bay - the balcony, and it's twin on the exact opposite side of the manor in my father's private study - were purposely put in when the manor was built. It was meant as something of a symbol, for the rulers of Gotham City to look out over their kingdom. My father took that literally, though with far more humility than the previous heads of the family - but my mother thought that it was simply one of the most beautiful views in their world and nothing more. On the seldom occasion in childhood, when my parents took the time and invited me into their private studies, they would take me out on these balconies and I had a very strange feeling.

The feeling of peace - and it was something that I had not found in my adult life.

No matter how much I tried.

As I felt Dick stand beside me, I looked back to the city with a deep look of contemplation and slid the file under my left hand across the marble top rail, without so much as even a word. There was nothing left to say on the matter.

Dick would have plenty of words for me - once he read the file.

When I analyzed the audio of the Red Hood's taunts, I was shocked - and I double checked, and triple checked the findings. Every single time, the computer would arrive at the same conclusion, and no matter how much I had tried to avoid it, the result was not something that I could avoid. I had to be sure of it myself though, and as far as I was concerned, there was only one way for me to know if the computer had suffered a biblical malfunction. It involved me going to his grave, and seeing the proof for myself. I was hoping to see the proof that the computer was wrong, and that Jason Todd was resting peacefully in his coffin - I found evidence to strongly support the idea that he wasn't, and it filled me with utter dread.

"This... this is impossible," Dick sounded deeply stunned - as I had been when I got the results back, and at his nervous laughter, I turned and raised an eyebrow at him "You cannot possibly believe that he's alive?! You held his body in your hands!"

"I paid a visit to his gravesite four hours ago and did a little digging there," I sighed and reached up to rub at my left eye. "Check out the photo at the back of the file."

When I discovered the human sized hole above his grave, I began digging, digging with my bare hands - and that wasn't even the biggest piece of evidence that I encountered. The moment I reached the coffin itself, and examined the front cover of his coffin, the breach marks told me two things, two things that I knew Dick would see as well. The first was that the breach was caused from the inside, not the outside - meaning that the occupant of the coffin clawed his way out. The second was that the strike patterns indicated a specific type of maneuvers - ones that only a handful of people across the world knew: one of them was standing on the balcony next to me, one was in his bedroom down the hall, sleeping peacefully.

According to the computer in the cave, the other was out terrorizing Gotham.

Jason Todd was alive.

Jason Todd was the Red Hood.

And it was all my fault.

"I left him in that grave, buried under six feet of dirt, all alone," I intoned heavily, my eyes never leaving the sparkling lights that were reflecting off of Gotham Bay. "For a reason that I will be made aware of, he's returned - and he's very angry."

After another silent moment, I heard Dick shut the file with a sigh and slide it back to me - and that was his response to what was happening – that was a surprising.

I expected him to be a little more vocal about it.

"Does he know?" Dick's voice actually seemed to grow quieter than mine.

"No," I replied without preamble.

How could I have told him that? I was already aware that Jason might have had some very inappropriate feelings for me at the time, but I simply dismissed them. The accident that Dick, Jason and I suffered left us in a precarious position, and with all of problems that he had been going through in his teen years - I didn't have the heart to tell him. The only people that knew the full truth were Alfred, Dick and myself - and Jason died before I could ever work up enough courage, or before enough time could pass,before he was told the truth. That was now flushed right down the toilet, and his reappearance had forced my hand - and now I was going to be forced to tell a very angry, very large and very violent Jason Todd the full truth.

"He's also been sending threats to Tim," I broke the silence, and I was a little ashamed to realize that it was more of an afterthought. "Do you have any plans?"

I turned and watched as he shook his head. "Good - I want you to shadow Tim for a few days, both on patrol and in civilian clothing – just to keep a close eye on him."

"Jason wouldn't hurt Tim," Dick insisted and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes he would," I nodded emphatically – and bit my lower lip. "Especially in the state of mind that he is in right now. Maybe when things have settled down – and we get him back to normal he won't – but for now, I don't doubt that he'd try it."

In all of the years that I had been doing this, I had learned that my gut instinct was almost always right – and I had learned to trust it. It had saved my life, and countless others along the way. Right now, my gut was telling me that regardless if it was sooner or later – Jason would come after Timothy and we needed to protect him. No one, including myself, could have seen this coming, and it wasn't his fight.

It was mine.

"Alright," Dick answered. "I'll keep an eye on him – what will you do?"

"I'm going to go after Jason," I reached down to tie my robe closed and then picked up the from the handrail. It had been a long day, fighting the new player in Gotham's crime world, finding out that the new player was in fact a very old player, who was simply wearing a new name, and of course there was the grave robbing.

"And don't you think that you'll need help with him?" Dick expectedly insisted.

Dick had always been someone who wanted to please, even if it came at the expense of himself – even if it came at the expense of his own happiness. Ever since he stopped fighting the results of the accident – and came home to me, that had increased. There were times when it annoyed me to know end that Dick was under the impression that I was a weak willed little woman – who needed help.

He knew better than to even think that – but our new closeness blinded him to it.

Turning to watch Dick shut the doors to the balcony – I cocked my head.

"Just so he can hurt you?" I teased lightly – my face not betraying it's stoic mask.

"Your faith in me never ceases to amaze me," Dick shot me a wide grin – and I cursed this bond when it sent a wave of fluttery through my stomach. In some instances, I still hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that Dick had stopped fighting.

It was about to get far more complicated with Jason in the mix.

"I just don't want to have to sew up bullet wounds, you know how I get when people try to shoot at you," My face never once dropped the mask, but it nearly did when Dick let out of hysterical little laugh. In his final years as Robin, Dick had his fair share of encounters with bullet wounds, and I had conniptions over every single one of them. "Jason has seemed to develop a fetish for guns, knives and bombs."

"I'm not sixteen years old anymore," Dick gave me one hell of a patronizing smile as he wrapped his arm around my waist and began to pull me out of the old study.

I snorted and nodded as he turned the lights off.

I had discovered the true nature of the bond by accident.

And it was only long after Jason was murdered.

Of course, when it happened – I was aware that something had happened, but the alien experiments on us were too subtle and far too advanced for me to detect back then. At first, I was aware of the hormonal connection that the experiment had set up between Dick, Jason and I. When I tried to counter it, I was met with no success – so I braced myself for the worst and hopped that nothing bad would happen.

As much as it went against my character to do that – I had no choice.

What was I going to do? What could I do? I had to accept it.

One night, years later – Dick had shown up in the cave, soaking wet – obviously having bypassed it's defenses, which annoyed me to no end – and he had a crazed look in his eyes. When I asked him what was wrong, he didn't answer with words.

He kissed me.

And not like a friendly, or even chaste kiss – it was a full on crushing kiss.

It was only after that did I realize what the bond truly was – and when I told Dick, he left – and he didn't speak to me for some time. I still didn't know if it was due to the awkwardness of the situation – or the fact that he and I were bonded like this.

In short, the aliens that had experimented on us had given us a bond that allowed us to feel each others emotions, and prevented us from ever having the possibility of reproducing with others. In short, Dick, Jason and I were now chemically wired to never have another relationship – all romantic, and sexual hormones were shut off in the face of other people. If Dick wanted that aspect of his life to thrive, he could go to no other place to get it – he would have to come to me to fulfill it all.

And so did Jason.

"Thinking too hard again?" Dick hummed as he laid kisses down my back.

I would admit that I was not complaining about the results – but it still felt unfair.

"I'm thinking about how complicated this is going to get with Jason," I answered.

Would he mind being in a polygamous relationship with the woman that raised him and the boy that he was brought up think of as his brother? The very thought made me sigh and throw my head back down into the pillow. Things were not easy for me, at least in all aspects of my life, outside of money, and it would change, ever.

"I don't think he's going to complain much," I could practically feel Dick smirking against the small of my back and I resisted the urge to turn and glare at him. This was a serious matter, it wasn't something that one could joke about all of the time.

"What makes you say that?" I whispered back to him.

"Well, Little Wing, along with most men, are attracted to you – even without the hormones," Dick chuckled against my skin and I shivered in delight. "With the hormones though, it cranks up the effect – he won't have any problem with you."

And that brought me to my second question.

"What about with you?" This time I did turn my head in attempt to face him.

I couldn't see his face in the barely lit room, but I would wager that Dick was blushing terribly, "If that does happen – the hormones, again will solve the issue."

"Have you ever-…?" I couldn't help but ask the question.

If Jason did come into the fold eventually, they would run into this issue - I could not be in two places at once.

I stifled a smile as Dick snorted, "No – but I suppose I'll get used to it."

That was all that I could ask.