Dead Robins In Flight Chapter 1, a batman fanfic

Dead Robins In Flight

A/N - I wrote this for JaySteph Weekend 2022 to fill the Day 1 Prompt - "Do I wanna know?"

TW - So many lemons in this fic. Read at your own risk. All the sex is enthusiastically consensual, but it includes - under-negotiated kinks, bad BDSM etiquette, D/s relationship, rough sex, dirty talk, subspace, sex toys, throat fucking, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, belt whipping, pussy whipping, orgasm denial, overstimulation, consensual sexual punishment, anal play, forced orgasms, potentially implied somnophilia, mentioned nipple clips and modified gags.

Other TW - Mentioned but not graphically described kidnapping, torture, & murder. Dissociative Identity Disorder, secret relationship, love triangle, one heart gets broken (not JaySteph's), plus there's a douchey guy at a bar who gets angry and verbally abusive towards Steph but nothing bad happens to her.

Please be aware of the difference between a fictional fantasy and real life. Real life BDSM should only be practiced with a vetted, trusted partner, who you've discussed limits, boundaries, and safe words with. Safe, sane, and consensual irl everybody! This is FICTION for a reason!

He never called.

Hell, she didn't even have his phone number.

He never spoke to her outside of the dirty whispers in her ear when he was cock deep inside of her.

He never crossed paths with her on patrol. He didn't look her way on the rare occasions that he deigned to show up for a strategic consult in the BatCave.

As far as the other Bats knew, Jason Todd never interacted with Stephanie Brown.

As far as Tim knew, Steph was single.

And in most ways, she was.

She'd never given him a key but that didn't stop him from getting inside her bedroom whenever the fuck he felt like it, which happened to be more nights than not.

They'd never discussed safe words or limits or boundaries, but Steph guessed it didn't matter much because she'd never felt the need to tell Jason to stop or slow down or go easier. Not when he spanked her, or cracked his belt on her pussy, or fucked her ass, or stuffed his boxers in her mouth, or pulled her hair, or used nipple clips or butt plugs or vibrators, or anything else he got it into his head to do to her - and Jason had quite the imagination.

Steph supposed she had quite the number of kinks.

But they never talked about it. Partially because Jason never even strayed close to the one hard limit that Steph knew she had, which was bondage. Was it coincidence that her fellow torture survivor didn't need to be told not to tie her up like Roman had? Not unless it was also coincidence that Jason never showed up with a paddle or cane or anything that might in any way be reminiscent of a crowbar.

So they never talked. He never stayed to cuddle. He never cleaned her up afterwards. He only got dressed in the dark and left through the window. Steph supposed it was fucked up.

Ok, maybe she knew it was fucked up.

Bad BDSM etiquette and all that. Except - the thing was? Steph didn't mind. She didn't need Jason to stay for aftercare. Hell, she didn't even want him to.

There was something awfully serene that soothed the jagged edges of her hellscape of a mind when Jason slid into her bed in the dark, fucked her rough and senseless, and then left her to drift off to sleep several outstanding orgasms later, too bonelessly exhausted to move and unburdened by forced human connection afterwards.

She loved it.

Yes, ok. She was deeply fucked up. Steph knew this. Tim did not.

Tim was hoping they'd get back together. He'd been so overwhelmed when she'd come back from Africa, not dead after all. Steph hadn't known how to explain her absence, how to explain why she'd supposedly let her family and friends believe she was dead.

She could barely admit the reason to herself. Something had happened to her during those three days of being tortured by Black Mask. Her psyche had splintered, and not just once, either. No, the cracks had spread outward like spider veins through a broken phone screen. One large crater and then dozens and dozens of tiny threads, all tangled together.

Leslie had noticed. Leslie had lied to Batman and Steph both, letting them think she was dying. Leslie had stolen Steph away and tried to manipulate her into becoming her own sidekick, an anti-Batman weapon, a crusader against teenaged vigilantes. Leslie had decided when it was time to return her protégé to Gotham. Leslie had believed that Steph was on her side.

Leslie was dead.

And Steph never explained to Tim or B or Babs that it was all Leslie's fault, that it was Leslie who had lied and kidnapped her and kept her isolated and alone. The doctor and her hired trainers had relentlessly and ruthlessly broken down Steph's fractured parts even further, until Steph was nothing but a puppet whose strings the once-valiant Dr. Thompkins jerked and jangled in her own maniacal machinations.

It was such a shame that a few threads had escaped Leslie's grasp, Steph thought idly, as she lit a cigarette out on her fire escape.

"Since when do you smoke?" She looked up to see the concerned face of Red Robin dangling over the edge of the roof in the more-smog-than-stars night sky.

"Since awhile," Steph said shortly, dragging in another long breath. Tim was hesitating, Steph could tell. Trying to find the right words as he dropped down onto the fire escape across from her.

"It makes your breath stink?" he finally said, giving her big puppy dog eyes.

"So?" Steph snorted. She was not here for this tonight. Literally. Tim's favorite ex wasn't around and the Steph who was didn't feel like enlightening him to that fact. She hoped he'd get the hint, though, and leave her the fuck alone to go on with his patrol.

"So…" Tim said more playfully, with a bright smile - Oh, shit. Here it comes, thought not-Tim's-Steph. "So I was wondering if maybe you were ready to get back together?" he said hopefully. "You've been back for almost nine months now. I know you wanted time to settle back in and stuff, and I'm not trying to push you - it's totally cool if you're not ready yet, but - I love you, Steph," he said, and her stomach knotted in rebellion. "I can't believe you came back to me," he started to go on, but Steph cut him off.

"I didn't," she said.

"What?" Tim frowned, wrinkling his brow up in confusion.

"I didn't come back to you," Steph said, knowing she sounded like an asshole. "I just came back." Tim looked at her.

"Right…" he said slowly, searching no doubt for the silver lining, "I mean, yeah. Of course," he said, looking unsure, and someone deep inside of Steph sighed.

"Tim - Red Robin," she corrected when he scowled a little bit because codenames/mask, but - "I'm sorry," Steph said, standing up and flicking her cigarette over the railing. "I don't want to get back together."

"Not right now," Tim clarified, looking disappointed and the slightest bit deeply concerned.

"No," Steph said heavily. "Not ever. I'm sorry." Fuck. Tim's eyes were starting to water. "I'm not the girl you fell in love with anymore," she said a little more gently.

"I'm not who I was back then, either," Tim protested. "We've both been through a lot," he said, moving closer to Steph, "but that doesn't mean we can't still be together," he said. "We might even be better at supporting each other now," he said, and Steph flinched. Tim drew back like she'd struck him.

"What?" Tim said in a colder voice laced with hurt. "You don't think I can understand at least a little of what you've been through?"

No, Steph thought silently. I don't think you can fuck me like Jason can.

"It's not that," she said to Tim. "You've always been a great friend."

"But I can't be your boyfriend?" Tim said, his voice cracking. Steph's stomach began to churn and her head began to spin and scream.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she turned to crawl back through her window.

"Steph," Tim pleaded in a ragged voice, his voice sounding absolutely haunted. Steph swallowed and kept going. She didn't meet his eyes when she closed the window behind her.

An hour later, Steph was swirling a toothpick full of melon balls in her fruity drink at the bar of the Iceberg Lounge.

She looked absolutely fabulous, if she said so herself, in her lowcut backless red dress, with her blonde curls piled up enticingly on top of her head, and her make-up done heavily but stopping just barely on the sultry side of the line instead of the slutty one. Add in her sparkling stiletto heels, and she was quite the delicious package, Steph thought, which is why she wasn't surprised that the bartender was setting a drink down in front of her and motioning to the cute guy at the end of the bar who was giving her what he probably thought was a deeply sexy smirk that actually only made him look constipated.

Annnd, he was heading over to her. Of course he was.

Steph kept swirling her melon balls and didn't touch his drink. She idly lifted the toothpick to her mouth and bit a melon ball off right as he approached.

"Hi, beautiful," he said, getting ready to offer a hand to shake, but kind of smoothly leaning his elbow on the bar instead when he saw that she was making absolutely no movement to reach for his hand.

"Hi," Steph said disinterestedly, going back to swishing her remaining melons in her almost equally untouched drink.

"I'm Michael," the guy said with a little smile. Well, he was direct, Steph had to give him that. Wasn't floundering around with cheap pick-up lines. All she gave him back was a little head nod, though.

"I couldn't help but notice you're here by yourself," Michael said. "I am, too," he went on congenially. "Maybe we could talk for a bit? Get to know each other?" Steph almost laughed. He was trying so hard to be - what, she didn't know. Sweet? Non-douchey? Respectfully persistent? Despite ignoring all her signals?

"I actually prefer being by myself," Steph said calmly. Michael frowned.

"Come on, babe," he said. "I'm trying here."

"You are," Steph acknowledged, "And I didn't ask you to, so I don't see how that concerns me."

"Well, if I'd known you were such a bitch, I wouldn't have bothered!" Michael said, getting angrier now. Steph shrugged.

"What the fuck did you come here all dolled up for if it wasn't to meet a guy?" Michael practically snarled at her. "Cause it looks to me like you're sitting here at the bar just waiting to be fucked."

"She is," a deep voice said behind Steph. "But not by you." A strong hand landed on her waist possessively. Steph didn't bother turning her head. Michael was putting on a pretty good show, after all, getting pale and stammering and stumbling backwards a little bit.

"Mr. Todd!" he managed to get out. "I, um -"

Out of the corner of her eye, Steph saw Jason tip his head to the side and raise an eyebrow. Michael, bless his heart, abruptly turned around and strode straight to the exit. Only then did Steph flick her eyes up to Jason's. He was looking at her thoughtfully, like he was trying to work out a puzzle.

"Come on upstairs," he said, sliding her off the barstool.

"Ok," Steph said easily, picking up her purse and abandoning her drink.

Jason kept his hand on her waist as he led her through the club and past the guards at the bottom of the stairs that led to the VIP deck, and then past more guards up to the top tier where he kept private court, overseeing his empire in an office behind a tinted and bulletproof glass wall that looked out over the dance floor. He punched in a code and scanned his retina at the sealed door at the top of the stairs and led Steph into his lair.

It was empty, except for the two of them. A large desk, a few scattered velvet sofas and easy chairs, a well-stocked bar -

"Do I wanna know?" Jason asked suspiciously as he turned her around to face him. His eyes slowly traveled up and down her body, taking her in.

"It's kind of hard to make a booty call without your phone number," Steph said with a devilish smile. Jason raised his eyebrows at her.

"All right," he said after a pause. He walked over to his desk and sat down in his leather office chair before beginning to pull his cock out. "Suck me off first and then you can ride me."

"Gee, thanks," Steph purred sarcastically, but she was already sashaying over and dropping to her knees under his desk.

She wasted no time in getting her lips around Jason's cock, slurping him partway down with a lot of saliva before slowly sliding back up, savoring the feel of his smooth skin against her tongue and popping off the tip before diving right back in. She made sure to smear her decidedly non-colorfast red lipstick all over Jason's shaft while she slid her lips down his length, peering up at him from underneath her heavily blackened eyelashes.

This time she dove all the way down his thick length in one go, stuffing his fat cock deep down into her throat, just how she liked it, before she began swallowing. Jason's hips convulsed.

"Fuck," he muttered, grabbing her hair tight. Steph hummed around him and sucked her way back up, swirling her tongue around his tip a little bit to taste his salty precum. She gave Jason a few teasing licks before stretching her tongue taut and making Jason's cock work to shove past it into her mouth. Going by the hitch in his breath, that was a good move.

"God, baby," Jason mumbled. And this, this was when Steph didn't mind being talked to. When some part of him or another was inside of her and all she had to do was take his words in without responding. Steph reached up for Jason's hands that were still tangled in her hair, and pushed them down harder on her head. Jason chuckled dark and low.

"You want me to fuck your throat?" he asked her, spreading his legs a little wider apart. "Give it to you rough?" he asked. Steph hummed eagerly and nodded around his cock, opening up the back of her airway in preparation.

Jason smirked at her before suddenly shoving her head down, and then he was pulling and pushing her on and off while he bucked his hips up into her mouth. Steph gagged and choked and drooled and felt her eyes start to run. It was fucking fantastic. Naturally, she hadn't worn waterproof mascara, and Jason's pleased grunt a few seconds later let her know that he'd noticed what a mess he was making of her.

Steph blissed out while Jason was consuming her, aggressively overwhelming all of her senses. She felt herself slipping into the safe, fuzzy headspace he always brought her to, when she was too full, too stuffed with him for any stray thoughts of Leslie or Shiva or Black Mask or Tim to be able to slip through her defenses and catch her unawares.

She didn't even have to worry about breathing, because Jason decided when she got air. All Steph had to do was relax and enjoy the overwhelming sense of safety and calm she got from being possessed and owned by Jason Todd. He managed to last an impressively long time while Steph found nirvana, but it still felt too soon when he pulled her mouth off of his cock and patted his legs. Steph obediently stood and straddled his lap.

"No panties?" Jason said in surprise as Steph hitched her skirt up. "God, you really did come here to get fucked, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Steph said seriously, lining herself up over his wet cock, using one hand to guide it to her dripping pussy, and then sliding down his length in one smooth motion.

"Well, I got no complaints," Jason groaned, wrapping his arms tight around her low back as Steph sighed in contentment and got a good grip on his shoulders. She began riding him, slow at first, savoring each slide up his cock before slamming herself down hard, moaning a little each time he bottomed out inside her. Her eyes drifted shut, but Jason nipped her lip and barked, "Eyes on me, Blondie."

Steph blinked barely focused eyes open into his dark blue ones that had licks of unnatural green swirling around the pupils. She grinned and leaned forward into a sloppy kiss before Jason tugged her back by the hair and made her lock eyes with him again while she ground against him.

"Look at you," Jason growled. "My good little girl. So hungry for my cock you couldn't wait til later tonight. Had to come find me at work, huh, doll?"

"Yeah," Steph breathed out easily, her smile growing. "Needed you so bad."

"Damn straight you did," Jason boasted, bucking up into her this time as she slammed her hips into him. A louder whimper escaped Steph's throat. "That's it, baby," Jason hummed. "Let me hear how much you need it."

Steph moaned as Jason pushed her down harder on her next pass, grinding said cock in sharp circles against her g-spot, sending little sparks and crackles of pleasure through her core. Jason growled in approval as Steph whimpered louder until she began to collapse against his neck.

"Hey!" Jason said, smacking her ass playfully and making her jump and yelp. "None of that. You want to fuck me while I'm at my job, then you're gonna do the work yourself and ride me."

Contrary to logic, Steph's stomach clenched in happiness at Jason's words. She loved when he bossed her around, when he gave her a task to do. It wiped away the pain of darker times and more sinister commands that she'd have rather died than obey - except she hadn't been able to die, had she? No, Steph had been forced to watch helplessly as one or more of her splintered Parts took control of her body again and again and followed gruesome orders to the letter.

But unlike Leslie and Lady Shiva, Jason only ever told Steph to do things that she liked and enthusiastically wanted. And if what she liked and wanted was to be bossed around and hurt during sex, well, so what? Jason knew what he was doing. Steph knew he'd never seriously injure her and sure, they might not have talked about safewords or limits or anything at all, really, but again, so what? It was Jason. Steph knew without a doubt that he'd stop in an instant if she ever told him to. (She was never, ever gonna tell him to.)

There were nights when she liked being bratty and sassing Jason's commands, because she loved how he'd punish her for it, but Steph wasn't in that kind of mood tonight. So instead of staying melted into his chest, Steph sat up, gripped his shoulders tighter, and began to ride him hard. She moaned louder when she found the perfect angle and then, despite his tough words, Jason gripped her waist tight and met her with his hips as she bounced on his cock, until the stars exploded behind her eyes and she came hard, whimpering out curses while her pussy throbbed with pleasure.

"Good girl," Jason grunted out as he fully took over thrusting and fucked her through her orgasm, moving her around on his cock like a rag doll. When Steph's eyes finally lost a little bit of their glossiness, he pulled her off of his lap and ordered, "Turn around."

Steph grinned at him from over her shoulder as she bent over his desk, and Jason gave her a sharp smile back as he shoved her dress up and smacked her bare ass hard before gripping her hips tight and slamming into her from behind.

"God, yes," Steph mumbled, abandoning the idea of holding herself up in favor of simply collapsing her chest flat onto the desk, gripping the front edge of it with her fingers to keep from sliding around. Jason growled and wrapped a hand around her now-falling-everywhere hair and began yanking it in time with his thrusting, and it sent shivers down Steph's spine that let her know that another orgasm was on its way.

Jason, fuck, he was pounding her so hard and good. Steph started babbling out nonsense to him until he reached around her face and shoved a couple of fingers in her mouth and God, that was even better. Steph slurped and sucked on them contentedly as Jason railed her until suddenly she was coming again, harder and longer than before, and Jason still wasn't done. Steph felt her eyes roll up in her head as the nausea in her stomach died down and suddenly everything was quiet and peaceful again.

She didn't have to think about Tim and Leslie and love and relationships and how everything good in her life was broken.

There was only fucking and pleasure and Jason.

"Steph."

She didn't want to wake up, God she didn't want to, she was fuzzy and sleepy and comfortable and - the hand was shaking her shoulder kind of hard, but Steph didn't care. She wanted to sleep and she would.

She was floating again and somewhere nearby was a grumpy growling bear, but whatever. If it ate her, it ate her. Steph was gonna sleep.

"Hi, Goldilocks," a voice was saying sarcastically. "You finally awake this time?"

"Huh?" Steph mumbled, rolling over and squinting at the brightness of the room. She yawned and rubbed her eyes - and recognized nothing. Not the view or the curtains or the dresser or -

She rolled back over to her other side and saw Jason standing in the doorway, fully dressed in black dress slacks and a red vest over a black shirt.

"Where am I?" Steph said stupidly. Jason rolled his eyes.

"You ready for breakfast, or does Sleeping Beauty need another few hours in bed?" he said.

"You made me breakfast?" Steph said slowly. She pushed herself up to a sitting position as Jason snorted.

"I made breakfast. You can have some if you're actually getting up."

"Ok," Steph said, pulling off the covers and realizing that she was naked. Jason pointed to a chair where her dress, heels, and purse were neatly stacked and turned and left the room. She entered the bathroom first, and almost shrieked. Jason hadn't cleaned her face and she'd known her mascara and eyeliner had bled down her cheeks last night, but now the rest of her makeup was smeared all over, too. Jason's pillowcase had to be ruined.

Oh well, he could afford a new one, Steph figured. And a new washcloth, she decided, grabbing one and beginning to scrub. She left her heels off but wiggled back into her dress before making her way to the kitchen afterwards, following the smell of coffee and bacon and eggs. Jason was sitting at a small table in a breakfast nook, sipping coffee and reading on his phone, occasionally typing out a few lines of text.

"Hi," Steph said. He glanced at her.

"Plate and mug are on the counter," he said.

"Thanks," Steph said, moving to get her breakfast. She only hesitated for a second before taking the remaining seat across from Jason at the oddly intimate table. He ignored her for a few minutes as she began to eat, still texting on his phone, before he finally glanced up at her.

"Do you always do a Rip Van Winkle impression after we fuck?" he said, but he sounded more curious than annoyed.

"You're very up on your fairy tales," Steph commented before shoveling another forkful of a surprisingly delicious omelet into her mouth. The corner of Jason's mouth twitched.

"Is that a yes?" he persisted.

"Maybe," Steph shrugged. "I dunno. I'm always in my own bed and no one's bugging me to move or wake up, so I don't. I stay asleep." Jason grunted but he looked faintly amused.

"I fuck you that good, huh," he said.

"Uh, yeah," Steph said with a big grin. "You do."

"Mm." Jason murmured thoughtfully, definitely looking pleased now.

"I mean honestly," Steph said pensively, "I'm surprised you can walk afterwards."

"Because clearly you can't," Jason smirked.

"Nope," Steph cheerfully agreed as she picked up a piece of bacon. "Hence your appeal."

"You got something against walking?" Jason grinned at her.

"I got something against thinking," Steph scowled, and whoops, that was a little too honest, because Jason was giving her a piercing look now.

"Had something on your mind last night, did you?" he asked her. Steph's scowl deepened and she didn't answer. Jason kept looking at her for a minute, but he didn't press it.

"I have to get to work downstairs in the club," he said finally as he stood up, and that's when Steph realized that his apartment must be over the Iceberg Lounge. "You can get home ok?" he asked her, and she nodded. Jason dropped his mug and plate in the sink as Steph continued to eat at a leisurely pace, but suddenly he was leaning over her back, his arms framing her in on the table.

"I put my number in your phone," he said in her ear. "But that doesn't mean you can't keep dropping by the Lounge." As Steph's face turned to meet his, Jason planted a brief kiss on her lips, and then he was across the room and out the door. Steph stared after him.

Steph was a funny one, Jason thought to himself in between business meetings that afternoon. Pretending to the Bats like she wasn't keeping them at arm's length. And somehow acting innocent enough around the old man that he had no idea that she'd killed Leslie.

Jason knew that Steph was split, but the Bats didn't seem to have a clue. Because God forbid Batman look into anything that would drag him into even the outer orbit of therapy, Jason thought sardonically. Although it's not like Jason had gotten therapy after coming back from the dead less whole than he appeared; he only saw in Steph what he knew of in himself, after all.

It was damned uncomfortable to see her acting all bright and perky at the few Batmeetings he'd attended since they'd started fucking. Not that it was an act, was the thing, but he much preferred the darker Steph who liked it rough in the shadows to the sunshine girl and her undefeatable optimism who came out for the Bats.

Shadow Steph knew she was broken. Sometimes Jason wondered if Sunshine Steph had a clue, or if she'd decided to cement her gaze outwards instead of inwards. Steph showing up last night at the club had thrown him. At first, he'd suspected it was some kind of passive aggressive move, that maybe she'd gotten tired of mere fucking and was playing games to make him jealous - until she'd stonewalled the asshole trying to get under her skirt.

He still hadn't been sure what she was up to when he took her upstairs. Was she working a case? Or trying to gain some kind of social leverage by becoming known as Jason Todd's girl?

He was hella confused and still suspicious when Steph had said that all she wanted was to fuck him, until it became blatantly obvious that a fuck was truly all she'd wanted. Jason was well aware that Steph always passed out after sex, so he'd laid her on one of the sofas in his office to sleep it off, but he'd figured she'd wake up after a short nap and be on her way. Not that she'd stay asleep for the entire rest of the night, through the bass and noise and music of the club, and even through a couple of meetings he had where his colleagues briefly glanced over at her in amusement before winking their approval at Jason.

And Jason sure as hell hadn't thought that he wouldn't be able to wake Steph up at all when the club was finally closing and that he'd finally have to give up and carry her upstairs to his apartment. Even getting her shoes unbuckled and pulling her dress off didn't wake her up, which was slightly impressive and a little terrifying. Because that meant that Steph must never lock her apartment window after he left. Jason had always assumed that she got up after a few minutes of napping and locked it before cleaning up and peeing and doing whatever else girls did after sex. He was gonna have to fix that, get her an auto-locking keypad security system, because he didn't like the guilty, worried feeling in his gut one bit.

But he couldn't deny that her exhaustion was damn flattering. Even now, Jason was smiling to himself about it and feeling proud. And Steph coming to him for a change, because she was feeling needy? Dressed up to the nines for him, too? And totally brushing off that other guy, who in reality had not been hard on the eyes?

Yeah, Jason was feeling a little more into Steph than usual today, and he normally liked her a lot, as a sex partner, anyway. Just not as someone who he'd want to welcome into the rest of his life, because he didn't want anyone in his life. And hey, if that made him a selfish asshole, well, they both were, then, because Steph had never appeared to want any more of him than he wanted of her.

But surprisingly it hadn't bothered him, having her asleep in bed next to him last night, and he actually hadn't minded eating breakfast with her there and having to make a little bit of conversation. Steph was sharp and funny and not overly chatty. A good combination, all things considered. And if Jason hurried through the rest of his afternoon, he might have time to go get the parts he needed to fix her window and have it done before she got back from patrol tonight.

Steph stared at what appeared to be a bullet-proof window rigged with a quite heavy duty security system that she had absolutely no idea how to get into as she stood in full Batgirl regalia on her fire escape at the end of her night.

What the hell, she thought. And, who the fuck? Exasperated, she banged on the window. Maybe they were still inside?

Apparently not.

Growling under her breath, Steph pulled her phone out, but she hesitated over who to call. If she called B and he hadn't done it, he'd insist on coming over to inspect it. He'd try to sniff out clues, poking his nose into all her business in the process, and - what if he saw a stray white hair and connected it to Jason and realized they were fucking? Steph would not put Sherlock Holmes shit past him.

And she definitely didn't want to call Tim. God, she'd hurt him so bad. She hadn't seen him tonight on patrol, thank goodness, and there was no way in hell that Steph was going to call him for anything short of an emergency.

Oracle, maybe? Babs typically knew everything, and maybe she'd asked Tim to put it in, but Steph was pretty sure that Babs didn't know about her and Jason so, again, also risky, but - wait.

Jason? He wouldn't have… right? He'd never done anything for her before. Why - ? Steph bit her lip and found the number that he had indeed put in her phone.

"Hey," he said when he answered.

"Jason?" Steph said hesitantly. "You didn't by any chance upgrade my window security, did you...?"

"Oh, are you home already?" Jason said. "I didn't know what time you get off patrol 'cause I usually come by later."

"Wait, so this was you?" Steph said in surprise.

"Uh, yeah, Sleeping Beauty," Jason quipped. "I realized somebody doesn't lock up after me. Like a dumbass," he added.

"Like an exhausted ass," Steph corrected, but a little smile was trying to force its way onto her face.

"Uh huh," Jason said. "See, I knew you would try to pin that on me, which is why I took it upon myself to fix it. Can't have my girl getting killed 'cause she's too sleepy to fight off an intruder."

And … did Jason just call her his girl? Well, technically, maybe she kind of sort of was. Steph was pretty sure they were monogamous. Not that they'd talked about it, because they didn't talk. Usually. But shouldn't he have said fuckbuddy or something, instead of calling her his girl? Tonight was getting real weird, Steph decided.

"Thank you," she said, feeling flustered. "How do I get in?"

"04-27-2013," he said.

"Jason," Steph said very slowly.

"Yeah?" he said back.

"Isn't that the day you died?" she said suspiciously.

"Yep," Jason said cheerfully. "Let it be a warning to you, Goldilocks."

"You're ridiculous," Steph groaned.

"Ridiculously horny," Jason said. "I'll be over in about forty-five minutes, ok?" he said.

"Ok," Steph said back, looking down at her phone for a long minute after she hung up before punching Jason's death date into the keypad and finally entering her apartment.

And look, Steph was not trying to further disintegrate their 'we-don't-talk-to-each-other' vibe, but she was still awake when Jason got there, and it felt awkward to not say, "Thanks again for the window."

"I'm gonna change the rest out for bullet-proof, too, this week," Jason said. "And rig security on them. Your apartment is way too easy to break into."

"Says the man who breaks in every night to fuck me," Steph grinned up at him as he got undressed.

"Eh, well," Jason said. "I don't have to break in anymore, do I?" he smirked. "I have the entry code now." And Steph didn't know why it felt so easy to smile at him, or why it felt so nice when he smiled back.

"What are you in the mood for, babe?" Jason surprised her by asking when he crawled over to her, finally naked.

"I don't know," Steph said honestly. "I like when you decide," she said more softly, looking down and feeling a little embarrassed.

"You do, don't you," Jason said in a sexier voice as he kneeled over her lap and brushed both hands through her hair. "You like taking whatever I dish out, huh?" he said and Steph nodded, still keeping her eyes down. "The rougher, the better," Jason murmured in her ear before he licked it, and Steph shivered.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I want you to wreck me."

"Oh, I will," Jason promised. "Come lay over my lap," he told her as he climbed off her and slid to the edge of the bed. "Face down," he said. Steph couldn't help shivering again, because she knew what was coming.

"This," Jason said, slowly squeezing and massaging first one ass cheek, then the other, "is for being a naughty girl who doesn't give a shit about her safety." He cracked her ass hard, and Steph whimpered and curled her toes.

"Not a sound," Jason growled, yanking on her hair. "Bad girls don't get to be noisy while I beat their ass." Steph bit her lip with excitement. When Jason's hand came down again, she pressed her lips together tight, and God, it was hard not to make noise; Jason had never told her to keep quiet before and Steph generally enjoyed being damn loud, but fuck, it was fun to do something new.

Oh, God, as another blow came, Steph realized that she felt it more when she wasn't moaning, which, ok, was pretty damn awesome. And fuck, Jason was changing his rhythms up, not letting her predict when the next blow was coming. It hurt so bad but so, so good. Flames of fire were licking up her pussy and it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, but she wanted more.

And Jason gave it to her. It was getting harder and harder not to make noise. Steph found herself scrunching the bed sheets up in her fingers with the next blow, which felt like the only thing that kept her from crying out.

"Uh uh," Jason said, noticing. "Hands behind your back," he ordered her, and Steph happily wriggled to obey. When he said, "Good girl, always listening to me," she felt her back arch with pleasure right before he cracked her ass again. And she tried so hard, God she tried, but a little whimper made it out past her firmly pressed together lips.

"Did I just hear a noise?" Jason snarled at her. "Did you just make a fucking noise when I told you not to?" he demanded. Steph felt her tummy clench in pleasure, 'cause she knew he was gonna punish her. Oh, Jason was gonna punish her and it was gonna be so good and -

He was scooping her up from his lap and throwing her down roughly on the bed, face up, with her legs hanging off.

"Hands behind your head," Jason snapped as he walked over to grab something from his clothes and Steph hoped shehopedshehoped - it was his belt, and he cracked it hard against her already dripping pussy. Steph shrieked.

"Yeah, that's right," Jason growled, striking her again just as hard. "You want to make noise so bad, I'm gonna help you," he said, smacking her three time times in a row in quick succession with the belt before suddenly rubbing at her clit and making her moan, only to yank his fingers away and crack the belt over her thighs, instead. Steph yelped, feeling her head rise off the bed a little as the fingers that she had laced behind her jerked in response.

"Good girl," Jason growled at her. "So needy for pain," he said, cracking random blows over her legs, her stomach, and her cunt, and fuck, it felt good. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? Do you like it when I'm rough?" he demanded as his eyes glowed neon green.

"Yeah. Yeah, Jason," Steph panted out. "You're perfect, make me so wet, make me forget everything else." Jason growled deep and approving, right before he cracked his first blow over her breasts. Steph moaned and circled her hips in the air, reaching for friction that wasn't there. "Please, Jason," she begged him. "Please make me come."

"You think bad girls deserve to come?" Jason taunted her, cracking the belt everywhere except her pussy as she shrieked in delight and moaned and writhed on the bed. "You think you deserve a reward for being naughty?"

"No," Steph mewled, screwing her eyes shut as tears leaked out. "But please, please, Jason, please -" He ignored her and opened her bedside drawer, rooting around for the toy he wanted.

"Roll over," he ordered her, and Steph happily obeyed. She heard him pump some lube out and then a finger was sliding up her ass.

"Yes," Steph mumbled into the mattress. "Yes, yes -" But a butt plug was sliding in all too soon, instead of Jason's finger. And it felt good, sure, but it wasn't gonna make her come all by itself. She huffed out her frustration into the covers before Jason turned her back over.

"I'm gonna put the vibrator on you," Jason said, leaning down over her face to talk, "and if you come before I tell you to, I'm not gonna fuck you anymore tonight."

"Oh, God, Jason, I can't - I can't -" Steph started to whimper, because she was so fucking close and the plug in her ass was pushing her even closer.

"It's your choice," Jason shrugged as he turned the wand on. "You can come before I say, but you won't get my cock."

Steph whined and screwed up her eyes and clenched her hands when he touched the wand to her clit, because she was gonna fall - she was - she couldn't - she'd never - they'd never played at orgasm denial before and her whole body was revolting against the idea, but - fuck, she wanted Jason's cock so bad - and -

"Don't you come," Jason growled at her. "Don't you dare fucking come."

God God God time slowed down to only breathing and holding on and so still so rigid holding everything back she couldn't she couldn't but she wanted to fuck she was gonna but -

"Just a little longer," she dimly heard Jason say and she forced herself to hang on, and fuck she was gonna come so hard when she finally came, it was building up stronger than it ever had before. Sheets of lightning were slicing through her clit and her thighs were shaking and her cunt was dripping and -

"Now, Stephie," Jason snarled out. "Come for me, baby -" and before the words even finished leaving his mouth, she was squirting everywhere, gushing and shaking and gasping and convulsing harder than she ever had in her life.

And fuck, she kept coming and coming while Jason drove her crazy with the vibrator on her clit. Soon it was too much, but Jason knew that she loved overstimulation, so he kept at it. Steph's sobs turned to her favorite type of helpless screams, as Jason drove her into orgasm after orgasm, kneeling on her thighs to keep them open when she couldn't fight her body's reflexes anymore that wanted to slam them shut.

Fuck, she liked it she loved it she wanted more and Jason was giving it to her, driving her over the edge so brutally, letting her know that he was in control and she wasn't, and yes, that's all she wanted. To let go and be forced into submission and pleasurable pain, to be taken care of so perfectly by a partner who loved kinky violent sex as much as she did.

Steph was only dimly aware of her surroundings by the time that Jason started fucking her with his cock, keeping the butt plug in, but she registered how full and deliciously oversensitive she felt as she floated towards her happy place. He kept whispering the most beautiful filth in her ear as she went, telling her what a good girl she was, how well she took his cock, how hot she made him letting him fuck her up so good, and Steph came and came and came until the blissful peacefulness finally swallowed her whole.

Steph was out of it like she always was by the time he finished, so Jason couldn't say why he did it - except - well, it must be because he'd found out she stayed asleep after sex. That was clearly the only reason why he pulled her covers up over her and tucked her in.

The kiss he felt compelled to press into her hair afterwards, though? Yeah, there was no reasonable explanation for that.

Jason double-checked that the window locked behind him on his way out.

It was well into the next afternoon before Steph realized he'd called her Stephie during sex.

That was new.

It probably didn't mean anything.

A/N - 2 more chapters!

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