Impatient and needy, Jason shoved Dick's dorm pants down and bent him over the kitchen counter. He dug through his pocket for a bottle of lube and a condom, then fumbled with the button and the zip on his jeans and pushed them down past as knees. Off came his shirt, and to the floor it went.
"C'mon Jason, hurry up!" Dick whined, voice full of need and lust. They'd been helping Bruce, Tim, and Robin, alongside Barbara, to track down the patients that escaped from Arkham, over the last few days. Among them, was Poison Ivy, and with Ivy came pollen. Dick and Jason had both been sure to be careful, but by the time they got home and changed out of their gear, whatever trace amounts that they'd been dosed with started to take effect in. But instead of curing it, they decided to use it to their...advantage.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Jason teased, rolling the condom onto his length and lubing himself up. Dick pushed himself up a bit to glare at Jason, but the younger pushed him back down against the counter and pushed into him in one, rough motion. Dick moaned loudly as Jason seated himself to the hilt. Jason drew out to the tip and slammed back in, pulling another loud moan out of Dick. Jason grabbed the man's hips and set a brutal pace, slamming into him. The sound lewd sound of skin slapping skin, of panting and moaning, filled the room.
Dick reached down and grabbed his own neglected cock and started stroking himself frantically, desperate to get off. He groaned as Jason struck his prostate just right, but it wasn't enough. He growled at Jason, shoving himself back against the man.
"Dammit, Jason, harder! Please, fuck!" Dick managed. Jason grinned, gripping the man's hips and shoving into him, hard. He increased the force and speed of his thrusts, angling just right to hit Dick's prostate on every thrust, wanting to elicit those broken moans and cries of pleasure; the sounds Dick made were like music to his ears.
Jason grunted as he pulled out of Dick, the other whimpering at the loss. Jason shoved his dorm pants down and off, then spun him around and lifted him up. Dick wrapped his legs around him and shouted in ecstasy as Jason shoved back into him. Jason wrapped both his arms around Dick and kissed him hard. Jason stepped out of his jeans and moved toward the wall, shoving Dick up against it without breaking the kiss.
Dick wrapped his arms around Jason's neck, and Jason grabbed his cock, pumping him frantically as he continued his brutal thrusts, swallowing Dick's cries and moans of pleasure in the kiss. Dick pulled away and threw his head back, banging lightly against the wall. His legs tightened around Jason's waist, hands clawing at Jason's back and his body went taught as his orgasm neared.
"Jason! J-Jay! I-I'm gonna...please!" Dick gasped. Jason grinned as he kept slamming inside Dick, grabbing Dick's balls to prevent him from coming. Dick whined and writhed beneath Jason. "Jay, please! I need...god, please let me cum!" Dick whined as Jason continued to assault his prostate. Jason kissed his neck, feeling his own orgasm nearing.
"Beg me. Say it! Scream my name!" Jason growled.
"Please, Jason, let me cum! Please, god!" Dick cried out. Jason let go, and Dick came hard, head banging against the wall behind him as his chest and stomach was coated in cum. Jason wrapped his hand around Dick's cock and pumped him through his orgasm. Dick whined and moaned, broken and desperate, his cock oversensitive from orgasm. Jason redoubled his efforts and in three more thrusts, he bucked up into Dick and came, shouting in ecstasy. Dick leaned forward and captured Jason's lips, swallowing his cries.
Jason's knees started to shake as he pulled himself out of Dick and pulled off the condom, tossing it into the trash can nearby. Together, the two of them slid down onto the floor, Jason pulling Dick into his lap and petting his skin as they shared a slow, gentle kiss, basking in the afterglow.
Dick framed Jason's face with his hands as he kissed him, slow and gentle. When he pulled away, he smiled down at Jason, a warm and affectionate smile.
"I love you," he said softly, kissing the man's forehead. Jason smiled back up at him, stealing another kiss.
"I-" Jason paused, the words stuck in his throat. Though Dick tried to hide it, Jason could see Dick's smile falter. "Dammit, I'm sorry Dickie, I Just-" Jason began, feeling guilty that he still couldn't say the words, seeing how hurt it made Dick that he couldn't say it back. But Dick silenced him with another, chaste kiss on his lips.
"You'll say it when you're ready."
"It's not fair to you though, Dickie," Jason whispered back. He snorted, smirking a little to himself an added "it should be easy, really. I've only had the biggest crush on you since I was like, nine." Dick frowned a little at the comment.
"Nine? We didn't meet until Bruce adopted you when you were twelve," Dick answered. Jason chuckled at the reply, smirking up at him.
"You really don't remember, do you?" he asked, to which Dick shook his head.
A young, nine year old Jason Todd sat on the edge of the roof of his apartment building, smoking a cigarette and staring out over the city before him. He looked up at the sky, a blanket of darkness, pierced by specks of light and a full moon. Suddenly, someone had snatched the cigarette from him and he watched helplessly as a black boot stomped it out. He turned to see who had done it and stared in wonder as he saw Robin, Boy Wonder standing beside him. The young teen sidekick was garbed in a red tunic, green leggings, green gloves, and a black cape that was yellow on the inside, and of course the domino mask.
Robin smiled at him and leaned down a bit to look at him. Jason's face heated up a little bit as the older boy got closer to him.
"You know, you shouldn't smoke. Those things are bad for you. You're a little young to be smoking anyway, aren't you?" the teen asked with a bright smile. Jason just stared at him, and shook his head. The teen smiled even brighter as he approached the edge of the building and pulled out a grappling gun. "It's really late and a little chilly. You should go inside and get some sleep. School tomorrow and all, right?" He laughed a little and added "but then, look at me; out past midnight!" Robin dived off of the building and fired a line to the building across the way and vanished into the night.
All Jason could do was stare after him, a pink blush lighting up his face.
"I didn't know what that feeling was back then, but it seems pretty obvious now," Jason replied with a smirk.
"That was you?" Dick asked incredulously. Jason's smirk turned into a grin and nodded.
"Yup." Dick beamed brightly and pressed a kiss to Jason's head. He crawled out of the man's lap and retreated to the bathroom, not bothering to grab his clothes.
"Going for a shower. Care to join me?" Dick asked. Jason grinned at the offer and quickly followed.
-o-o-O-o-o-
When Dick woke the next morning, he rolled over to see Jason's side of the bed empty. He frowned a little bit, but otherwise, he was not surprised. The man tended to come and go as he pleased; still, after last night, he would have liked to have woken up to his boyfriend's sleeping face. Heaving a sigh, Dick pulled himself out of bed, pulling on some boxer briefs and a pair of jeans, combing his hair into place with his fingers. He made his way out of the bedroom to confirm that Jason was gone, but the place had been cleaned up, and a note left on the table.
Sorry Dickie, decided to get an early start on an important investigation. Didn't want to wake you. Love you.
Jason.
Dick snorted as he read the note and crumbled it up. He can write it, but he can't say it? Dick thought with a hint of frustration. He sighed and shook his head; he was being petty and he knew it. He understood why Jason couldn't say it, what made him hesitant to, and he was content to wait until the man was ready. But if he were honest, it made him a little sad to not hear it, even if he knew how Jason felt.
Dick made his way out to the kitchen to get breakfast. He dug through his cabinet to find a cereal box, but to his annoyance, he couldn't find any. Jason had hidden his cereal again! He loved the man, truly, but he really needed to have a discussion with Jason about his eating habits; he liked cereal! And some mornings, like this morning, he didn't feel like cooking! But Jason insisted he 'eat an actual breakfast'. It warmed his heart that Jason cared so much, but it also annoyed him to no end. Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to cook, instead of going hunting for his missing cereal boxes. He'd ask Jason about it later. He was sure a little bit of sweet talking with a side of 'the look' with wear the man down enough to make him talk.
A knock sounded at his door before he could begin cooking and Ace, who'd gotten quite a bit bigger in the last month or so, bounded over to the door and barked excitedly. Dick padded into the living room and gently nudged Ace aside before pulling open the door.
"Tim, hey! Come in!" Dick said with a smile, inviting Tim into his apartment. Tim smiled at his older brother, but knelt down to greet Ace first, who jumped up on him and licked his face excitedly. Tim entered the apartment and Dick closed the door behind him. "To what do I owe this visit?" Dick asked. Tim gave a shrug.
"I wanted to see you. We don't hang out much since you and Jason started seeing each other," Tim said evenly. Dick's smile faltered a little as he acknowledged the truth of Tim's words.
"Tim, I'm sorry, I-"
"It's cool, I get it. Really," Tim replied, flashing the older man a smile. "Actually, I'm here for Bruce. He asked me to come by, but it was just a convenient excuse to come see you anyway," Tim replied with a smirk. Dick laughed and padded into the kitchen, waving for Tim to follow him.
"Really? Why did Bruce ask you to come by?" Dick asked curiously, as he pulled out a flat of eggs and a package of bacon from the fridge. "Breakfast?" he added. Tim sat down at the table and watched as Dick prepared to cook.
"Well actually, he wanted to come himself, but business at Wayne Enterprises called him away. I offered to come for him," Tim replied. He smiled at the offer and gave a shrug. "And sure, breakfast sounds good." Dick glanced over his shoulder as he started cooking the back, flashing Tim a smile.
"Okay, but what did Bruce want?" Dick asked, turning his attention back to his cooking.
"He wanted to check up on you and see how you and Jason were doing. By the way, there's a camera underneath the cabinet above the fridge," Tim replied. Dick paused for a moment as he glanced back at Tim and heaved an exasperated sigh.
"Really? More cameras? I thought we talked about this," Dick said with a tired sigh. He ignored it for the moment and focused on cooking, cracking the eggs into the pan. But then realization donned on him, and horror took hold. Had Bruce seen...what they did last night?!
"For the record, what I saw last night was life scarring," Tim said suddenly, and Dick's face turned bright red. "I was using the computer to run some algorithms when curiosity got he better of me. I found the camera feed and...well, now I need eye bleach," Tim joked, shaking his head.
"Oh my god. Did Bruce-"
"No. Neither Bruce, Alfred, or Damian saw anything. I was alone in the cave. Unfortunately. So breakfast is the least you can do to make it up to me," Tim interrupted. Dick couldn't help but to laugh, despite how utterly embarrassing the situation was.
"I...have no idea what to say," Dick admitted with a nervous laugh as he moved the eggs onto a plate with some back and cracked two more eggs into the pan. Tim snickered a bit and gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, I'd have asked how you and Jason were doing, like Bruce asked, but if last night's feed was anything to judge by-"
"Okay, stop please, Tim," Dick said with a teasing tone. Tim laughed ion response as Dick slid a plate across the table to him, joining him minutes later with his own breakfast. "So enough questions about my love life. Tell me about you and that girl, Cassie," Dick asked, chewing on a piece of bacon. Tim's face flushed pink a little as he stuffed a piece of egg into his mouth.
"You mean Wonder Girl?" Tim asked nervously. Dick smirked at him and nodded.
"Yes, I mean Wonder Girl," Dick replied. Tim cleared his throat a bit as he thought about what to say.
"W-well...Cassie and I are...kind of...not a thing yet?" Tim said nervously. Dick looked over at his little brother, and finished a strip of bacon, poking at his eggs with his fork. He was silent for a moment, before grinning from ear to ear.
"Ah, I see. You got cold feet," Dick supplied. Tim blushed crimson but gave a curt nod. "Well, you know, you'll never get anywhere if you don't say anything. You said you suspected she had a thing for you, so what's holding you back?" Dick asked. Tim gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"I don't know," Tim answered sheepishly. Dick smiled at the teen and clapped him on the back.
"Well, my advice to you is, man up and ask her out! You'll never find out if you don't try," Dick replied. Tim snorted and shook his head.
"Easy for you to say. You've had relationships with how many girls?" Tim asked, arching an eyebrow. Dick laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's my superpower. But don't tell anyone," Dick joked, winking at the teen.
-o-o-O-o-o-
Bruce touched down on the ground and entered the warehouse where he knew the Red Hood to be. He found the man inside, surrounded by over a dozen unconscious men. He looked around the room, examining every detail, then turned his attention onto Jason.
"Jason-"
"I don't have time for any of your sanctimonious bullshit, Bruce," Jason spat, pocketing a packet of iridescent blue pills. He turned to Bruce and pulled off his helmet, wearing a black domino mask underneath. He gave the man a glare.
"Jason, Hugo Strange is missing from his cell in Arkham," Bruce began. Jason snorted.
"Yeah, and? You're the great Detective! The Legendary Batman. Figure it out yourself. I'm in the middle of an investigation," Jason spat. Bruce shook his head and approached Jason.
"Jason, listen. I know we've had our differences, but I'd like to set them aside. Come home, be a part of the family again," Bruce said softly. Jason turned and glared at him.
"Fuck you, Bruce. The only reason you're asking me is because I happen to be dating your favorite bird," Jason spat. Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but Jason cut him off. "And like I said, I'm working on my own investigation. While you're busy tracking down super villains, I'm the only one looking out for the little guys, the people you ignore." Jason growled.
"Jason-" Bruce started, but shook his head, easily transitioning back into Batman. "Jason, I think Hugo Strange and your investigation are linked. Let me help."
"I don't need your help," Jason snorted, he turned his back on Batman, pausing for a moment to toss him a bag of the blue pills. "Here. Have fun with that. If you really want to help, find out what that is," he said, then vanished through the roof via grappling hook. Bruce watched him go and stared down at the pills. It was a small thing, but Jason had offered to let him help. It was a start, and Bruce didn't want to waste it.
Jason, for his part, made his way to downtown Gotham, to the Bowery where his favorite Safehouse was. He'd kept a bag of the blue pills to analyze himself. Dick would've wanted him to make peace with Bruce, but he wasn't ready for that yet; he was still so angry at him. And okay, maybe he was being a bit of a brat, but he had his reasons. It was a small gesture, giving Bruce the pills to analyze, but maybe that'd shut him up for a while.
Still, with Hugo Strange out and about and no leads for where he could possibly be, he'd be lying if he didn't admit he was at least a little bit concerned. The man was incredibly dangerous, a mad scientist almost and a brilliant psychologist. But it was like he said at the warehouse; Bruce and the others were focused on re-capturing the super villains, and while they were, petty criminals were getting a free pass to screw people up.
When Jason got back to his apartment, he parked his bike in an alley and made his way inside. He heaved a sigh as he kicked off his boots and shirked off his jacket, hanging it on a coat peg by the wall. He moved into the living room and set his helmet down on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch and examined the blue pills in silence for a moment.
So far, they were new on the street and only had five victims. Whatever the drug was, it had various different effects on different people. If he had to guess, it was due to the unique chemical make up of each person's brain. But the stuff was pretty terrifying; some people showed signs of Joker Toxin infection. Others, fear gas. And some, uncontrollable rage. But they all possessed extreme strength. The effects seemed to vary between different degrees between those three major signs. Whatever this stuff was, it was meant to wreak havoc.
Jason tossed the pills onto the coffee table and quickly grabbed a gun, pointing it up toward the balcony where his bedroom was. He turned and glared at a figured dressed in black armor with a black hood on.
"It's rude to enter without knocking first," he said.
-o-o-O-o-o-
Dick found himself in Gotham once more, by himself, as he searched for more of the escaped patients from Arkham. He'd managed to track down Harley Quinn already and honestly, that wasn't hard. She had a flare for theatrics like the Joker. Only her 'theatrics' weren't quite as insane as his were. He'd also recaptured Penguin and both were going back to Arkham right now.
Dick was in the middle of chasing down a drug dealer when Bruce contacted him via his comm link.
"Batman, what is it? 'm kind of in the middle of a chase," Dick said quickly, leaping over a trash can the man had dumped in his way. While still in the air, he quickly grabbed an escrima stick and threw it at the man. As he turned to see if Nightwing was still pursuing him, it nailed him in the forehead. The man yelped in surprise and pain as he fell backwards onto the ground. Dick pounced on him and knocked him out with a single punch before cuffing him.
"Dick...it's Jason," came Bruce's voice over the comm link.
Dick froze on the spot; Bruce's tone and the mention of Jason...had something...No! Dick didn't waste any time; he was frozen for only a moment before he kicked it into high gear. He shot a line to a nearby roof, then raced across the roof top and pulled up a holographic display on his gauntlet and summoned his Wing Glider. As the glider came into view, he dived off of the building and grabbed a hold of it.
The flight back to the cave had never been so scary; the way Bruce spoke made it sound as if something terrible had happened to Jason. His heart was caught in his throat the whole way back, but once he got back, he raced down into the cave. His steps faltered as he saw Bruce, Tim, Damian and Alfred gathered around a table. Damian and Tim were staring at it solemnly. Bruce looked...drained of emotion and Alfred was...crying.
"No," Dick breathed, on the verge of tears as he approached them. He looked toward the computer and saw a news clip of an explosion in the Bowery. He froze in place, face frozen in terror; he recognized that building; it was Jason's warehouse apartment! "Bruce...?" Dick asked, tears welling up in his eyes, a lump in his throat. A look from Bruce was all it took to know that something bad had happened. Dick approached hesitantly...and then he broke.
He gasped in shock when he saw, on the table, was Jason's broken Red Hood helmet, and a small box of ashes...