Jason stopped outside Tim's room, debating whether or not to open the door and congratulate his replacement for finally pulling that stick out his ass or leave the kid to his fun. He decided the later, judging by the other voices in the room. He remained by the door a moment longer, trying to place who exactly the replacement was with. His grin grew as Tim's begging became less comprehensible and replaced by moans. Who knew the human robot could be so...expressive and loud. And if Jason heard correctly, based on the two drastically different tones, Tim was not with one but two partners.. Well then. Kinky.
Leaving the replacement to his toys, Jason made his way to the kitchen. Walking down the long hall, he spared a glance outside to the main garden's and stopped in his tracks. Moving closer he could make out Bruce and a short distance away Clark. B looked to be in the midst of some kind of stretching exercise. Nothing too strenuous since Bruce liked to keep up the appearance of idiot playboy. Even hidden away on Wayne Manor anything cape related remained in the cave. Clark wasn't even allowed to fly to the front door, either having to use the cave entrance or drive in from Gotham. He watched for a moment longer and chuckled as the man of steel tried his best to sneak glances at B's ass. If Jason could see it from this far away, there was no way Bruce couldn't. What a tease.
Moving along he went down the main stairs, humming as he went. Big brother Dick was pinned up against the fridge playing an intense game of tonsil hockey with his favorite redhead, Wally. The two were so distracted they didn't notice Jason move across the room and grab a snack off the counter. Taking a bite of the warm pastry he let out a groan, making the two men freeze and turn their heads towards him. He felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at their reaction as they righted their clothes and moved apart.
"Damn. Alf outdid himself this time. These are just amazing." He schooled his face as innocent as possible and took another bite before holding it out. "Want some Dickie?"
He could see the vein sticking out on Dick's forhead. "Fuck you Jay."
"Nah I'm good. Looks like you were just about to do that with Speedy here anyways. I hope he doesn't make it too fast. That'd be a shame. Speaking of I was wondering. Does you super speed effect everything? Because I'm curious if you finish fast or just keep going over and over-"
He Jumped back just in time as Dick leaped for him. Laughing like a maniac he backtracked out of the room, waving to his brother that was being restrained.
"Night Dickie."
Following the route back to his room he paused once more outside Tim's room. He could still hear talking but this time the voice wasn't his replacement.
"There keep doing it like that Drake." Jaw dropping, Jason realized why the voice sounded so familiar earlier. Damian and Drake? He certainly never saw that one coming.
Authors Note: Originally posted March 2012, I recently came across it and just needed to update it. Rewrote most of it and changed Roy to Wally. I'm much more happier with it now to be honest. I feel like my writing has improved a lot since then.