November 18, 2013

Nightstroke

Disclaimer: OMJ I used so many different things to create this story. I'd like to thank (and create a disclaimer for) DC Comics for being so fracking imaginative. Thank you! Okay, Young Justice was created by Brandon Vietti and Greg Weisman. Deathstroke-from DC Comics-was created by Marv Wolfman and George Perez.

Info Giving Warnings-All right, so the thing is, I kind of made character soup to make this fanfiction. For instance, when you think of Nightwing and Dick, think of the physique and weapons from the video game Injustice. I don't like his hair or personality style in Young Justice as Nightwing. As Robin he was great after the leadership thing was settled. Anyway, with Deathstroke. I want you to think entirely on his personality in the game. These people did an amazing job. I'd also like you to file off his head into more of the oval shape of his mask in Young Justice. Just to make him seem younger. You don't have to kill yourselves to do all of this, it's just what I was seeing when I made the story.

Oh warning, this is a slash fic. That means butt sex for those of you who are unenlightened. The pairing is Nightwing x Deathstroke. I was so inspired! Um, there is cursing and…fuck it there's nothing bad. Just the sideways naughty in the bedroom. Yep, and some OOCness a little bit. Not enough to scare away any fans.

Nightwing posed sexily in Kaldur and Roy's shared room. He turned around in the mirror with a smirk to stare at his ass. "Roy?"

The archer looked up from his book on Atlantean history to glance at his comrade. "Hm?"

"Would you fuck me?"

Roy raised a brow and looked back at his book. "I am in a very happy relationship, Dick."

"I know."

"Then you know that I would never answer that question. Ever." Roy dismissed him.

Dick pouted and ran a hand down his hips. He was still wearing his costume.

The material was just so perfect for leaving nothing to the imagination.

He smirked. "I'd fuck me."

The door to the bathroom opened and Kaldur stepped out with a towel around his waist. He raised a brow at the still posing Nightwing. "Hello, Dick."

"Hey, Kaldur, would you fuck me?" He asked casually.

Roy groaned and flopped back on the bed, covering his face with the book. "Kick him out, babe, please?"

Kaldur chuckled and sat on the bed, grabbing some oil from the bedside table. "As a friend, I would make love to you, Dick. Only if I wasn't so content with Roy."

Roy gasped and bolted upright in the bed. "KALDUR!"

Kaldur put his hands up in surrender. "I am being honest, Roy. He asked a legitimate question."

Roy pouted and folded his arms. "And what if I answered the question for him? Or Connor? Or Garfield?"

"If you answered for Garfield, I wouldn't be able to take you seriously." He took one of Roy's hands in his own and put the bottle of oil in it. "It would only be fair if you answered for Dick seeing as I already have. If you answered for Connor, I would have to spank you."

Roy shivered at Kaldur's change of tone and bit his lip. "Then I guess I'll just have to have a conversation with Connor to rile you up, babe."

Kaldur growled and pinned Roy onto the bed. "Dick, please leave."

Nightwing sighed. "Must you be so horny?"

"Dick," Roy hissed.

Dick chuckled and left the room. "Have fun." He said with a smirk.

Dick made his way to his room, glancing at a clock out of the corner of his eye.

He gasped and started running to his room, past Garfield and Bart.

"Hey," the red head rushed to catch up with him, "what has you in such a hurry?" He asked.

"I have a date." Dick said, entering the code to his room before bursting in. "Will you help me unzip?" He said looking through his closet for the outfit he had picked out.

"Ooh," Bart smirked and followed Dick around until he held still long enough for him to remove the outer armor then run his fingers down the seams of his outfit. The material came apart easily.

Martian technology, he thought to himself, gotta love it.

"Who's this lucky lady that you've been gracing your presence with so often?"

"Her name," he said with a smile, "is a secret, and she is amazing."

Bart turned around to avert his eyes as Dick removed his cup and jock strap. "When do we get to meet her?"

"Ah ah ah," Dick said slapping on some tight briefs. "I want her to have nothing to do with my alter ego's life."

Bart pouted. "I can take off my mask." He turned around to watch Dick as he finished dressing.

Dick chuckled and put on a tight blue short-sleeved shirt before pulling on some black jeans, tucking the shirt inside. Then he grabbed a rust colored belt from his closet and a Batman chain from his nightstand. He completed the look with a black hoodie that he zipped up slightly since it was getting colder outside.

"So?" He asked Bart, giving a spin and posing.

"I'd fuck you." Bart said with a sigh. He smiled as Dick's face lit up.

"Thanks, Bart, you're the greatest." He remembered to grab his mask spray off of the nightstand, a new trick he had learned from the Question. He sprayed the mask, facing away from Bart to remove it, then put on a pair of shades.

"Don't wait up, babe." He said with a lecherous smile. "Oh, and don't leak it to the team that I have a date. They'd be all over it in a heartbeat and I wouldn't get any peace."

"I won't," Bart said. "My lips are sealed. No one's getting a word out of me."

"Thanks, Bart. I'll see you later." With that, Dick left the cave through the zeta beam.

Bart uncrossed his fingers and ran to find Garfield who was going through the fridge for a bottle of water.

"Garf, you won't believe this!"

"What?" Garfield tilted his head in curiosity.

"All right, you can't tell anyone, but Dick has a hot date that he's been seeing and he doesn't want us to have anything to do with it!"

Garfield was confused. "Then why are you telling me?"

"Cuz I want to go spy on him and find out what all of the hype is about."

"I don't think that's the right thing to do, Bart. Wouldn't that be breaking his trust?"

"It won't be if he doesn't know." Bart said with a wink.

"But if I let you guys go alone, then he will know."

Both the speedster and the shape shifter flinched when Jason appeared across the counter. "So I guess I'll just have to tag along."

Bart's face lit up. "Oh yeah, this is going to be so crash!"

Garfield shook his head. "I don't want anything to do with this, guys. I'll keep Dick's secret without betraying his trust." With that, Garfield left his fellow heroes.

Jason shrugged his shoulders. "His loss. Come on, Bart."

Bart smiled and wrapped an arm around Jason's shoulders. "Let's go."

~Jump City~

"All right, city or country?"

"City."

"That's so mainstream of you."

"Whatever. Sky or ground?"

"Ground. I love my motorcycle. Ice cream or frozen yogurt?"

"Well, ice cream obviously, Richard."

Dick smiled and glanced at the ice cream parlor they were sitting in front of. "Yeah, I guess so."

"All right, Thanksgiving or Christmas?"

"Christmas."

"Right, ever the brat."

Dick huffed before taking a spoonful of ice cream. "Mean."

"Now, now, I'm not mean." He took another spoonful of the cup of ice cream they were sharing and fed it to the pouting raven.

"Okay, not that mean."

The man in front of him gave a slight smile that made Dick's face light up, knowing the smile was only for him.

"Weapons or hand-to-hand combat?"

Dick looked up at the sky as he thought. He took the spoon and fed the man in front of him the ice cream. "That's a tough one. I know I can guess yours though."

"Anyone could guess mine. Well," he smiled again. "If they knew me as well as you do." The man waggled his eyebrows provocatively.

"Keep talking like that, Will, and I'll melt faster than this ice cream."

The man smirked. "Maybe that is my goal, Richard."

Dick bit his lip. "You're going to reach it, Wilson. Anyway, I'd have to go with weapons. Namely the staff."

"Ah yes that damn overcompensating staff of yours."

Dick scoffed. "What are you talking about overcompensating?! You of all people know that I do not have to overcompensate. There was never an area to compensate for."

Will chuckled and Dick huffed. "It's not funny."

"Yes it is. You are funny, Richard." He moved his leg so it was crossed with the boy wonder's under the table.

"I know," Dick leaned across the table to move a stray white hair out of his boyfriend's face. "Will?"

"Hm?"

"Since you were twenty-one before me, does that make you my man-friend instead of my boyfriend?"

Will took Dick's hand and held it against his face. "No my dear, Richard, that would make me a pedophile."

Dick chuckled. "Technicalities, Will."

Will gave him an unimpressed look, but the raven continued to laugh at his expense. "You're hilarious."

"I know, Will, goodness you're going to give me a swelled head if you keep up all of these compliments."

Will sighed in a disappointed manner. "Too late for that."

Dick scoffed again and pulled his hand back. "Hmph."

The white haired man leaned over the table and took Dick's chin in his hand to turn his head. "You know I love it when you pout, birdy."

Dick rolled his eyes to the sky. "I am trying to look dejected over here, Will."

"Then I guess I'll just have to win your favor again." He stood to his feet, rising to his height of six foot three. "Let's go for a stroll, Richard."

Dick couldn't help but smile. He stood and started beside Will down the street. "Red or blue?"

Wilson looked down at his lover, one eye dark blue, the other covered by a black eye patch with a simple white spiral going up the corner of it. "I am a much bigger fan of this shock blue of yours than the original red."

Dick raised a fist in the air and cheered. "Yes!" He wrapped an arm around Will's. "You have redeemed yourself."

Jason and Bart

Bart looked in the crowds of people around him anxiously. "Are you sure he's around here, Jason?"

"Be patient, Bart." Jason said for about the fifteenth time now. He had stopped on a rooftop to look for Dick using the tracker on his communicator.

"Where are you, Dickie boy?" He mumbled. Then he spotted the original boy wonder follow someone into a bookstore. "We have visual on Robin Senior, do you copy?"

"Loud and clear, Jason!" Bart yelled into the communicator.

"Alright, meet me in front of that book store." Jason jumped off the roof and into an alley. Then he strolled out to meet Bart.

The speedster fell into step beside Jason and they marched into the book store.

"Alright," Jason scanned the partly crowded store. He couldn't see Dick on this floor so he and Bart moved to the railing to look down at the lower level.

"There he is." Jason gestured for Bart to look in a certain direction on the lower level.

"Then where's his girlfriend?"

Dick seemed alone to Jason. Then a worker in the store approached with a book. Dick smiled and leaned in to whisper something before quickly dismissing him.

Dick turned around and waved to someone.

"Okay, here we-"

"Can I help you boys?"

Bart and Jason spun around in surprise and were met by a smiling older woman.

"Um, no ma'am, we're just meeting a friend here."

"Oh, alright, call if you need anything." Then she left.

Tim turned around to look for Dick, but the boy wonder had already disappeared.

He banged his hand against the railing. "Damn it!"

"Easy, Jason, you can just use the tracker." Bart soothed.

"No, I can't. You can only get so close before his communicator lets him know we're looking for him."

"Then let's go. We won't get anything done up here moping."

Jason sighed before scanning the faces again. "He's not wearing his shades right now."

"Well, I hope not." The speedster cocked his hip and folded his arms. "You and Dick look ridiculous walking around with your shades on indoors."

Jason frowned. "We do that for a reason!"

"No one knows your identities. You guys are just paranoid. You don't see Bruce Wayne walking around with shades and a hood on."

Jason decided not to think about how right he was. "I mean this as in, he's not hiding his face from this girl. It must be-there he is!"

"Where?!" Bart looked around frantically.

Jason followed "nonchalantly" against the railing making sure to keep Dick in sight. The person Dick was with was facing away from Tim and Bart so they couldn't see his face.

"Huh…that's not a girl."

"Come on, come on. Turn around damn you." Tim mumbled anxiously.

The couple went to the register to purchase their items. The man Dick was with was noticeably taller and was wearing a fedora.

Dick talked to the other man with a smile. The tall man showed Dick a book which, from where he was standing, Jason could tell was orange. Then he held up a similar one that was black.

He spoke for a moment to Dick whose face lit up when the man finished speaking. He handed the cashier the books-notebooks-and watched the taller man pay for them.

Then the cashier handed Dick a bag over the counter. Dick looked at the man with him and smiled a cheeky grin. Then he held it out of the man's reach and shook his head no.

Dick held tight to his bag, but when the man with him offered his arm, he allowed himself to be wrapped in a protective embrace.

They turned around and Tim raised a brow at the sight of the man.

"Whow, Dick's dating a pirate."

Jason rolled his eyes, but the man did have an eye patch.

And was a man.

Dick was dating an older man.

The pirate and Dick were starting back upstairs and towards the exit.

Perfect. The newest boy wonder pressed a button on his shades that took a picture of the pair downstairs.

"Well, I've got all I need. If you want to keep following them, be my guest." With that, Jason started towards the exit of the bookstore.

Bart raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Holier than thou brat." He mumbled before speed walking after Dick and his man.

What Jason hadn't realized, and he would when he looked at the picture, was that Wilson had seen the strange move from his position downstairs, and knew that Jason had been spying.

He considered telling Dick about it, but when he looked down and saw the smiling face of the youth, he just couldn't bring himself to upset him with the information. Whatever came they would fight together.

Then there was a phone in his face as Dick took a picture. Will blinked realizing that they were outside and that that had been Dick's phone that caught him unawares.

"Looks like I caught you slipping, Will." He said with a cheeky grin.

"What makes you think I won't just steal your phone while you are unawares and delete the picture?" Will asked with a raised brow.

Dick pouted. "Because I want it." He leaned into Will smiling at his phone. He held it up so Will could see.

Will had to admit that it was a nice picture.

Dick was smiling brightly while Will simply stared into space.

"I suppose I'll let you keep it then seeing as you're fond of it." He said, dismissively.

Dick pouted cutely. "You're not fonding with the picture, Will?"

Will quickly thought of an answer to remove the growing frown on his young lover's face.

"Well, I just think it would look better if we were naked, and in bed, and having some kind of sex. That's a picture I could be fond of."

"So you're saying we only look good together when we're having sex, Will?"

Will's eye widened significantly. "No, that's not what I'm saying at all! I'm saying-"

Dick started to shake his head. "I can't believe you would imply that, Will!" His body started to shake as he brought his hands up to rub at his eyes.

Will put his hands on Dick's shoulders and squeezed, trying to get the young man to look at him. "Richard, please. I wasn't trying to imply that. My words just got away from me."

Dick smiled and uncovered his eyes that were, by the way, clear as day. "I forgive you."

Will's brows furrowed before realization hit, and his eye narrowed at his young lover. "Lying is wrong."

"I think you're the wrong person to say that." Dick's smile widened. He moved so he could kiss Will's cheek. "Just fond with the picture next time."

Will frowned and sighed before wrapping an arm around Dick's waist. "I don't know how badly I want to talk to you anymore."

Dick bumped his lover with his hip. "Don't be like that, babe. I'm just practicing what you taught me."

A smirk slowly found its way onto Will's face. "I suppose that does make it a little better, doesn't it?"

Dick said nothing, choosing just to laugh at his lover's face.

They walked forever. Soon it was dark in Jump City, and the couple was alone on the street.

"Will, look." Dick pointed to a street corner. "It's a photo booth."

"Would you like to use it?" Will asked.

"Um, yeah!" Then Will was being dragged to the photo booth and "encouraged" inside.

Five pictures later, a very cocky Dick swaggered out of the booth.

His disheveled man-friend followed at a slower pace.

Dick took the pictures from the booth and looked over them. "We'd make a sexy porno, Will."

Will ran a hand through his hair to smooth it before looking at the pictures.

The first was simply him and Dick smiling at the camera.

Then Dick had climbed into his lap to kiss his cheek.

Then Dick kissed him full on the lips.

Then Dick was in his lap, and yanking his shirt to kiss him harder.

And the last picture was of Dick, having pulled away, smirking at a slightly flushed Will who was still held by the collar of his shirt.

Will had to smile. "We would make some very attractive pornography."

Dick smiled up at him. "We're going to have to make copies and get them blown up. I want all of these framed in our room."

"I can do that tonight." Will said.

Dick's smile softened as he looked at the pictures. "I want to keep this one with me though." He pointed to the one where he had kissed Will's cheek.

"Why that one?"

He smiled, mischievously at his lover. "It's just PG enough for me to get caught with."

Will rolled his eye and took the strips from him, placing them in his wallet for later. Then he looked up at the dark sky. "It's late, Richard."

"So?"

"So, young heroes need to rush home and off to their patrols."

Dick smirked. "While their super villain boyfriends do what exactly?"

"What happened to man-friend, Richard? And I am not a super villain. I am a criminal mastermind." Will said, matter-of-factly.

"On weekdays." Dick rolled his eyes. "All right, what do their criminal mastermind, man-friends do?" He asked, moving so that they were chest to chest.

Will smirked and pulled Dick in by the waist. "Well, they do all the things that their adorable little heroes hate the most."

"And what's that, Will?"

"Cause mayhem." Will shivered. "Ooh, just thinking about it makes me excited."

Dick huffed out a laugh. "Me chasing you, and proceeding to beat you gets you excited? You're so naughty, Will."

"You see, Richard, it's the thinking you will beat me that gets me excited."

Dick rolled his eyes, but soon his smile faded into a frown as he looked at where his hand was on Will's chest. "I don't want to leave you tonight."

"You can always visit during patrols. The drones love to see you."

Dick tried to smile, but it quickly disappeared. "I don't want to leave you at all. I don't want to go on patrols."

"Richard-"

Dick cut him off, his hand tightening in Will's shirt. "I don't want to hide us anymore." He glared at his hand. "I want to tell my friends your name. I don't want to keep acting like you're a girl, and that you're blonde, and shy, and quiet. I don't want to keep making it look like I kind of like Zatana because I want everyone to keep thinking I'm straight. I don't want to keep acting like we're the same age. I don't want to keep feeling guilty because I can't find the balls to say 'fuck you all, I'm dating a villain.' Not even a villain. The villain. I want to brag about that! 'Oh you banged Jinx? Well that's great, but I'm making love to Deathstroke.' I mean, who can top that?!"

"Richard-"

"I'm not ashamed of you, Slade Wilson." Dick hissed, angrily, his body starting to shake, and frustrated tears collecting in his eyes.

Will put a hand in Dick's hair. "I know you're not."

"Then why doesn't it feel like that? I don't even know why you deal with me anymore, Will. I mean, does our relationship even feel real to you?"

Will put his hands on either side of Dick's face and tilted his head up so his eye was locked on the watery blues. "Of course it does, Richard. Our relationship is special though. It can't be much more than it is without jeopardizing both of our lives and the happiness we get from the things we do without each other. I'm still happy. If it means being with you, I'll take anything you can give me.

"I know it's hard to keep a secret like this. If I had any friends worth talking to, I'd want to show you off as well. But I don't, and maybe that makes things easier for me than they are for you. I have no one to hide anything from.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm dealing with you, Richard. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think this is worth holding onto. I wish you could feel just how I do when I look at you, with or without your mask. Maybe then you wouldn't be so scared. I can't do much more than show you and tell you how much I love you though, Richard. I can only ask you not to doubt it." He touched their foreheads together. "If it helps, I get like this sometimes as well. Sometimes, when we fall asleep together, and I wake up, my throat gets tight when you're not there next to me. That's what I wish for, birdy. For us to be together whenever we want to be."

Will rubbed his thumbs across his lover's cheekbones. "To wake up to your face just once and not have to watch you leave."

Dick blinked and the tears started to fall. Then he did something Will could barely describe.

It was like he huffed out a smile.

"I feel like a girl right now."

Will smiled and kissed his lover's forehead. "It's not being a girl when you cry over your lover, Richard."

Dick sniffed. "Then what is it?"

Will hummed. "I like to think that the place you have in your heart for me aches so much sometimes, you have to cry the pain out. It happens to everyone."

Dick smiled then moved the hand that didn't have a vice grip on his lover's shirt, to hold the hair on the back of the man's neck. "I love you."

Will smiled and bumped their noses together. "I know you do."

A moment later their legs lead them towards a certain alley that they reached too soon.

Dick squeezed the hand he was holding. "Time to go."

"I'll be on our roof if you need me." Will said, looking into the alley.

Dick smirked slightly. "What? No mischief?"

Will shook his head though he knew Dick wasn't looking at him. "No. No mischief. Maybe tomorrow though. I'm thinking a simple robbery. Get something to sell on the black market."

"All right, you should do it late though. The security guards will be lazier. You know, because they expect a robbery to happen pretty early on, so it'll be a pretty quick getaway."

Will raised a brow, and looked down at his lover questioningly.

Dick shrugged. "You'll get out quicker, and I'll get to beat you up faster."

Will chuckled. "I'll be looking forward to it." He squeezed the hand in his. "We'll see each other soon, Richard."

Dick sighed and nodded. "I know."

Will continued to stare at his lover. "Are you sure you do?"

Dick nodded and looked up at his lover to smile. "Yeah. We're going to fight in a couple of days, right?"

Will smiled and shook his head. "Yes we are."

Dick nodded quickly. "I know." He squeezed again.

Will kissed the hand in his. "Good bye, Richard."

Dick let go of Will's hand. "Bye, Will." Then he disappeared into an alley.

A blue glow filled it for a moment, and Will could see the silhouette of his young lover.

"Tell the drones I said hi, Will!" He heard him call. Then he was gone, and the blue faded away.

Will smiled. "Alright." He said to no one. Then he was off to his lair in Jump, his hand still warm.

~Jason~

Jason had been searching since he had gotten to the Batcave in Gotham. He knew he shouldn't give up. The man's face had to be somewhere in the system.

Then the computer found a match.

Jason's eyes studied the picture he'd taken, then the ones of Deathstroke and Slade.

He got over his shock a moment later though, and an ugly smirk settled on his face.

"My, my, Dickie boy, aren't we being the naughty one. Looks like you've got some secrets that need to be shared. Something that Batty dearest won't like too much." He printed the pages and left the screen on the computer for Bruce to study for himself.

Jason put the printed information into a folder, and started out of the Batcave to wait for Bruce to get home.

Tomorrow promised to be interesting.

I'm calling Slade "Will" because his last name is "Wilson," and I don't want to call him Slade because that reminds me too much of back when they had no love for each other. And wow, do you see the date that I started this? I can't believe it.