A Left Turn Somewhere Around Albuquerque
A Word: A totally cracktastic romp that disregards many things just to be base off of a thought I had. An unrepentantly OOC moment that is detailed below. I'm not sorry. Not one bit.
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Jason's so fucking distracted he nearly looses his head to a kick before he sweeps Robin's feet out from under him. He follows the guy down to pin him in a move that's all instinctual because Jason's brain officially went offline when he saw the newest Robin in good lighting.
Holy fuck. Did Talia's people smear Vaseline on their cameras or buy them off a shady looking guy on a corner? Those pictures she gave him of his replacement look nothing like the young man pinned beneath him. Teeth grit in a fierce look that just shows off his cheekbones and the fine line of his jaw as Robin squirms under him. It's just, wow, he's about ten times hotter in person.
Robin goes statue still suddenly. Hands freezing in the middle of a strike and his soft looking mouth falling open in shock. Jason takes the opportunity to grab his hands and settle between his legs.
"I just said something out loud didn't I?" Jason asks conversationally because why not? His original plan seems pretty stupid right now, and Jason just isn't feeling it anymore. He's not holding Robin down very well, the guy can flip them and take off at any point he wants. Why not gave a fucking conversation with his hot as hell replacement?
"You know I had this whole plan going to beat you until you screamed," ok a creepy conversation, but the guy beat people up wearing brightly colored tights and a mask. If creepy wasn't his thing before it sure as hell would be by now. Jason tilts his head to the side to get a better look at Robin's nose, which is a fine line that's never been broken before. "But now I really just want to make you scream under me. And naked. Definitely naked."
A pink flush spreads across Robin's cheeks and down the bit of his throat that's exposed. Darkening into a vivid red flush that Jason has a brief fantasy about chasing with his tongue. Especially if Robin was the type to blush all the way down.
The wrench is not a surprise and Jason lets go of Robin's hands to go with it. Rolling as the guy throws his weight against Jason and flips them. Jason keeps his hands up. Palms spread and not trying to grab anything even as he looks up at a still blushing and stuttering Robin. Who's straddling Jason's stomach in a way that has the potential to be very interesting. "You- what are- What?"
Or maybe Jason should be calling him Tim now, because Robins weren't supposed to be stuttering messes like that. Jason grins up at Tim in a way that only seems to make his stuttering worse. "Or you could make me scream. Either way's fine. I'm, heh," Jason snorts because he's never been able to totally remove the horrible voice in his head that makes puns in Dick's voice, "flexible."
Tim goes very still and very quiet. His fists hovering uselessly over Jason as the guy just stares. And, yes, very much yes. Jason can totally do that. Tim doesn't make a move though. Just continues to stare at him with a look that just might be his equivalent of the blue screen of death. "I just broke your mind, didn't I?"
"Yes," Tim says after several more seconds of stunned silence. Head shaking slowly and his hands coming up to run through his hair. Fingers catching and tugging at the strands, and Jason wonders if Tim likes having his hair pulled for him. He breathes in one sharp breath and lets it out in a measured count. Jason can practically see the Robin coming back in tiny little pieces and being assembled over Tim. "Just, just a little bit," his head snaps down and this is definitely a Robin look. A glare that Jason can feel through the mask. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"
"Told you that already, baby bird," Jason answers honestly. Slowly letting down his hands to rest on the floor besides his head.
"You said you came here to attack me," Robin states flatly.
"That was the plan," Jason agrees and debates moving his hands down. Around stomach level where Robin is inching back. Putting distance between him and Jason's face and in danger of making things very, heh, -dammit Dick- hard on Jason. "But I changed my mind."
"You decided you'd rather have sex with me," and it's cute how the flush that had been fading comes back with a vengeance as Robin grits out the word sex.
"Yep. You're that hot, baby bird," Jason moves. Reaching down and grabbing Robin by the belt. "And if hearing that's still freaking you out I can guarantee that you don't want to be sitting any lower on my body right now."
Jason's never seen any non-Flash move so fast before. Which could be depressing but Tim's mouth is moving soundlessly and his face is nearly purple. Jason rolls up to his feet and has adjust himself. Just a bit. Tim makes some high pitched noise behind him that Jason takes to be the noise the guy makes when his brain breaks a little more.
"Well, this' been fun and, informative," and maybe a little traumatizing. It's hard to tell. Jason's going to have to do some digging of his own on Tim Drake to even begin to interpret some of the stuff he's seeing on his face. "I'll be seeing you around then."
Tim lets him go, and Jason's already looking forward to their next meeting.
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