Chapter 2: Caught in the Act

Summary: Like a bad cliché, Superman and Batman are discovered and the Robins are left traumatized to talk about it over breakfast.

Warning: Implied maleXmale sex. Swearing? Implied MaleXmale... something. Let's just say there are two more 'hook ups' hinted here, one with the other party not mentioned here at all. Can you guess he it is?

Note: Jason has brown or dark-red hair here, with a white-bleached bangs hanging on his forehead. Just google him and you'll find the pictures.


"Ah, you heard them?" Jason cackled. "Who knew Superman can moan like a bitch."

"Heard, looked, saw, the whole package.." Nineteen-years old Dick muttered breathily, slumping down on the chair at the side of the table by Tim's side. Jason froze and stared at him puzzled.

"Wait, you walked in on them? Oh God, that's hilarious—" he started to crack up. Tim pushed his cereal bowl away so he won't turn it over.

"No it's not!" Dick snapped frightened. "I—I just—" He choked on his own words. He couldn't really use words to describe the situation. He didn't even know what he wanted to say in the first place.

He lowered his head between his hands, rubbing his temple to calm down. "What. The fuck?!"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Totally cracked me up when I first found out." Jason chuckled. "Good luck looking him in the eye after that. At least Bruce doesn't know I know."

"Like's there's something Batman doesn't know..." Nightwing murmured and immediately regretted it. There are things Batman didn't know, actually.

Jason smirked. "You'd be surprised."

"Whatever Bruce doesn't know Alfred does." Tim noted wisely. Jason's smirk dropped.

"It's not that I have a problem... with him, right now," Richard waved his wrist side to side, still rubbing his temple with the other. "I honestly don't care who he sleeps with. I can look him straight in the eye all I want; Clark too. I just..." He lifted his head, looking ludicrously at the two. "Really? Superman and Batman? Seriously?! I didn't even knew Bruce was gay! and didn't Clark had that chick from his work with the Superman obsession, Lois Lane or whatever?"

"Cliche much?"

"Exactly!" He threw his hands in the air in resignation. "The Reporters will have a field trip if they find out! and forget Batman for a moment; it's Gotham's infamous womanizer Billionaire Bruce Wayne sleeping with another a Man!"

The resurrected redhead merely smirked in return, his singly white-bleached bangs swinging on his forehead.

Then his eyes widened in a sinister way. The press could find out about Batman and Superman, or they could find out about billionaire Bruce Wayne hooks up with a male reporter, or they could find about Bruce Wayne and a male reporter having sexual intercourse, and who are in fact the real Batman and Superman—

"—Don't even think about it, Todd. Or I'll put you back in that grave myself."

Jason frowned. "You're no fun Grayson."

"When did this even start?" Dick questioned.

"Actually, I think it was during the time you came, maybe even before." Tim said casually from behind the newspaper. "I often saw Clark coming out from the backdoor from my house.*"

"There were times Clark came to visit quite often. He was disguised as a Reporter — making up some story about an extended article about Bruce when he decided to visit through the front gate. Kept the paparazzi off. They did seem quite comfortable with each other, but I never even assumed.." Richard paled again, thinking of what might have occurred during these visits behind closed doors, after he went to sleep.

But wait. He didn't really hear anything. He was ought to suspect something — he was trained by Batman himself, but..

"They probably didn't dare to try anything while you were around," Tim lowered the paper and smiled meekly, reading Dick's mind. "Bruce knew you'd suspect something. You did find the Batcave by yourself, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then they must have met at Clark's place at the time. Superman could fly them there and back." Tim turned to Red Hood, "But when you moved out of the mansion and Jason appeared..."

"They got sloppy." The older teenager snorted, smirking. "Literally. He underestimated my abilities and figured I wouldn't realize anything if they fucked right under my nose."

Tim cough slightly at the reference. Dick groaned with a cringe. "Jason."

"Sorry, too early?"

"Alright then-" Nightwing took a deep breath and turned to Tim. "how did you found out?"

Tim looked embarrassed for a moment. "...Well, Clark is one of the few who knows of Batman's identity."

"So? they could just be very good friends."

"And that's I what thought untill Clark...um, spent the night here." He mumbled quietly.

"With you in the house?!" Dick voiced in disbelief. "After you figured our identities so freaking easily?"

"It was after my first encounter with the Joker, right after you..." Tim looked apologetic to Jason. "Batman pretended like he wasn't affected, but I think Superman came to comfort him and... well..."

"One thing led to another.." The sixteen-years old finished. "You'd think he'd shag Wonder woman, but no. Go for the Man of Steel. I'm sure that's one hack of comfort he got—"

"Jason!"

"I pretended to be asleep, not that they checked on me." Tim shrugged casually. "Really did fall asleep, though. They kept it quiet."

The nineteen-years old stared at him tiredly. "Aren't you too young to know these kind of things?"

"That and probably many other things. But I'll be fifteen in few months," Tim defended himself. "Also," he flipped the newspaper, "It's not my fault they got sloppy."

"Look who's talking," Jason snorted and walked behind Richard, warping his arms around him and leaned in with a mocking expression to murmur in his ear."And how old were you when you started this crime-fighting business?"

He said crime-fighting but what Dick really heard, judging by the hot breath in his ear was 'How old were you when you lost your virginity.' At least Jason had the brains not to voice it out loud with Tim there. Dick shifted in Jason's embrace awkwardly, suppressing a shudder and kept a straight face.

You could never quite tell if Tim he picked up the hints or not, even if it looked like he didn't notice anything. This boy was extremely observant, sometimes too much for his own good. He was even a better detective than Dick and Bruce himself.

Tim was fourteen and relatively new to the Superhero business, but he did spent a year of training oversees to convince Batman he was worthy of the Robin title. Jason became Robin when he was fifteen and survived barely a year. Literally. Now he was sixteen, almost seventeen, three years younger than Richard and pretty much raised from the dead, yet somehow his body was almost as muscled and physically developed as Dick's. "Fine, point taken. Now hands off."

'Like hell I'm answering this question. It's not even about the age. If Batman knew to whom I lost my virginity he'd flip out.'

Jason snored again but released him and dropped on the seat across Tim's, sliding the bowl over to his side.

The three set in silence the kitchen. One finishing his breakfast (not really his. Jason didn't live there anymore, but for some reason decided to drop by for a visit early in the morning), the other putting the paper aside, and the third gazing with no clear purpose, deep in thoughts.

"You know," Dick eventually drawled, lifting his head and removing his hands from the table. He crossed them over his chest and leaned back, as if he got over his initial shock. Or at least it looked so. "This actually explains a lot of things." Dick grinned knowingly.

"Like?" Jason finished the cereal and was now munching one of Tim's toasts.

"Superboy." Dick's grin widened.

"Isn't he dating that Martian Woman?"

"But his DNA donors, so to say, are both males."

"One of them not by choice." Timothy reminded.

"Well, yes, but... do you know the history between Superman and Lex Luthor?"

"Too much. It's a long history."

"So you know they were in the same school as kids?"

"Really?"

"I heard they used to be friends, too."

"Are you implying that Clark and Luthor had a crush on each other as kids?" Jason raised and eyebrow. "Alright. Yes, yeah, I can imagine that. But no one knows Kent is Superman."

"No, but the dislike between Superman and Luthor is well-known around." Dick cackled. "And just a warning; for the sake of your sanity, never visit fan sites."


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