Disclaimer in first chap

Chapter 21

Bruce sat on his desk, fists on the table, meticulously debating on his next move. 'First he should track his location.' The elder thought, fingers working on his keyboard but keeping the screen with Jason still up.

"Why so quiet? I didn't hear an answer." Black Mask asked again.

"…"

"You're fxckin lame." Jason remarked instead. Black Mask heaved a sigh and slammed his head to the ground. That caused his vision to swirl and dim once, head spinning before the pain struck.

"Looks like your parents didn't teach you any manners." Roman said.

Bruce mentally clicked his tongue, closing his eyes and preparing a lecture for the teen when he got a hold of him.

However, before any of them could take any further action, gun fire raided the place. The camera began to shake as the door blew open and Black mask began spouting a chain of puzzled curses. From Bruce's perspective it seemed a third party got involved whose voice was far and mildly muffled. In the midst of Black Mask trying to escape, the live recording blacked out and Batman had no idea what happened next.

Regardless, he had tracked down Jason's location and was already on his way to the batmobile. 'he's such a handful…'

"Am I interrupting something? Well I don't care. I'm on my own mission here." The said third party, Deathstroke told.

"Deathstroke! You bastard! Who sent you?!"

"Confidential. But if you don't mind, I'll be taking this." Deathstroke casually strolled to the bag and picked it up, gun in one hand and a sword sheathed on his back. Jason stared with surprise, seeing him for the first time. For fun, Deathstroke pointed the gun at the other criminal.

"You're gonna pay for this!" Black Mask threw a random item from the room in front of him, to act as a shield while he jumped out the window.

"Oh well." Deathstroke shrugged a shoulder before looking down at Jason who was in and out of consciousness. "What do we have here?" When he received no response from the battered teen, he nonchalantly scooped him and threw him over his shoulder. 'Some kid he was holding hostage? Hm…I could have fun with that.'

Jason felt his back against a bed, but he noticed his wrists were still tied behind his back. 'Did Bruce rescue him?' He automatically wondered.

"How long are you planning to pretend?" An unfamiliar voice said instead. The teen snapped his eyes open to find Deathstroke, standing at the bed, without his mask, his gray luscious neck length hair all exposed while he wore an eyepatch over one eye. With the way his physique and skin appeared, Jason was having a hard time telling whether he was actually an old man or prematurely gray. On the other hand, they appeared to be in a hotel room.

Jason glared back at the other with a look of 'who the hell are you?'

"Roman caught quite the catch,"

"You knew that was Black Mask?" the question was out of the teen's mouth on its own.

"I was watching him the whole night. Anyways, what's a boy like you doing in these dirty waters?"

"Hmp." Jason rolled his eyes. "Looks can be deceiving, though I can't say the same for you." Jason knew from a glance that Deathstroke was dangerous. He smelled of gun powder and blood.

"I like your spunk kid. I wasn't planning on a detour but I could relieve some stress before I continue..." The elder began stripping out of the top half of his suit.

'What the…He cant be serious?' Jason wasn't stupid, he figured out the other's implication real quick. "Fxcking old man—go find yourself a prostitute!"

"Don't forget who saved your life. If I left you there Roman would've been selling your organs by now and preserving that pretty face. So, you owe me."

"Che, what pretty face."

Deathstroke hovered closer, a knee sinking in the mattress as he reached for his chin, holding it up. "Especially those eyes..." Jason's rebellious turquoise pearls stared back at him. Deathstroke gave him a grin, like his resistance was turning him on. At his proximity, the ravenette also caught a peek of the other's body. He was huge, built, probably even bigger than Bruce, and had scars and bullet wounds all over. Deathstroke slowly approached closer, getting comfortable on the bed, throwing off his shirt but keeping his gun gear on his sides.

'Fxck, he was hot…' Jason couldn't help the thought. He was a frustrated teen dealing with his unrequited love and Bruce didn't give him much to work with. 'Well I can probably still bend my knee and give him a good jab. He's still an old guy…'

Albeit, as if the other had just read his mind, Deathstroke slammed a hand down on one of his ankles in an iron grip while he pulled out his handgun with the other hand, pointing it directly at Jason's forehead.

"I wouldn't try anything funny." Deathstroke warned. "Haven't fucked a decapitated corpse yet but it'd be a first—cause I'm not stopping halfway." Jason internally gulped, almost believing him.

"Fxckin' sicko. You're not getting turned on by this."

"Try me." The silverette challenged grabbing a handful of the younger's balls. Jason's head threw back as he barely stifled a moan.

'Shit, he wasn't about to get turned on by a random creep. Dammit, if only he wasn't so pent up.' Jason cursed. Deathstroke continue to grind his neither regions over his pants in all the right ways. 'Why was he so good? He would've made a good partner in different circumstances…Man did he really have a thing for astute older men?'

"That wasn't so hard—I can tell you're inexperienced. You're hard already."

"Che. Creep. Keep dreaming."

"I like the rebellious types." Deathstroke wasn't listening as at all as he unzipped the ravenette's pants. "Look at this."

'Fxck me.' Jason shut his eyes. The elder proceeded to loosening the grip on his ankle and spreading his legs in a wide V, yanking the younger's body closer so their groins were right up against each other. Jason fought a blush across his cheeks as he felt the other's bulge as well. Jason's head pushed back into the pillow as Deathstroke began to dry hump him. The elder was skilled, he was hitting him at all the right spots that Jason wanted to come already. "Fxck—stop—"

Deathstroke unzipped himself too, pulling his huge length out. Jason gawked at the sight. The elder moved up, grinding them again and pillaring his elbows on either side of Jason's head. "What the—"

"But I prefer my prey to come to me." Deathstroke smirked, abruptly halting all his movements—much to Jason's instinctual disapproval. It was as if the elder was waiting for him to beg. However, that was enough for the teen to snap out of it.

"Are you done yet old man? Back off. I don't owe you anything."

Deathstroke only sneered wider. "Is that how we're gonna be? Fine kitten, you're feisty, just my type." The man scoffed, detaching himself and walking to his suitcase. He took something out and put it in his mouth before returning to Jason, cupping his jawline and smacking his mouth on top of the other's. The younger gasped but was powerless against Deathstroke's open mouth kiss. He could literally feel the elder's tongue enter deep into his mouth and a small capsule trickle down his throat effortlessly.

The ravenette's breath hitched in panic when he processed a foreign object going down his esophagus. Jason tried to resist, turning his face away but Deathstroke kept his face caged as he ravished the insides of his mouth. "Mhm…!Nh…"

After he had his way, the silverette dropped the teen back on the bed, panting. "It doesn't matter what you think. You're indebted to me."

"What the fxck was that—!"

"Just something to help me keep track of you, temporarily of cour—"

"You put a fxckin chip in me?!"

"Works like that but not quite the description. It's a dissolvable capsule with a certain shelf life." He explained. "I'll contact you when I get the chance and you can't refuse me. But before that, shall we continue?"

"Are you kidding—" Except before the teen could continue wailing, Deathstroke kissed him again while stroking their lengths together. Unfortunately, he didn't have the luxury to stay longer and go at it the whole night but at least he could find some relief with this. "Ah! Mh—ner—m!" Jason bit back moans. Deathstroke's body weight was pretty much smothering him. It was oddly turning him on. The teen shook violently as he came and felt the other also pulse against him. He felt Deathstroke's hand over both of their heads to prevent too much of a mess. The two of them panted for a second before the elder climbed off, grabbing a tissue to wipe his hand.

"That was fun." Deathstroke reached for his own shirt.

"Go die."

"Haha, later kitten." Deathstroke had the audacity to leave him just like that. Jason heaved a loud sigh when the door shut.

"What a jerk." 'What had he gotten himself into? Talk about out of the frying pan, into the oven.' Now that he didn't have any interferences, Jason finally got the chance to roll his wrists under his legs so he could bring his hands in front of his body instead. Also, at the very least put his member back in his pants. He then searched his pockets and found that he still had the bat communicator on him. The teen immediately took it out and sent a signal.

Meanwhile Batman was at the initial location and found it to be empty. He received the signal from Jason and instantly relocated himself to the hotel, jumping in through the window.

"…Hey." Jason greeted, sitting on the bed, with his wrists still tied. He didn't receive a response in return. Jason couldn't see Batman's eyes, but his mouth was a straight line—along with the silence, that was never a good sign. Jason already knew he was going to hear an earful as soon as they got home. Batman cut off the binds on his wrists, giving them a chance to finally breathe but revealing the circular bruises around them.

Batman wordlessly led them to the batmobile, driving back in tense silence. 'Ugh, just say something already.' Jason fretted.

"…Are you alright?"

"As good as I look." Batman narrowed his eyes. "I'm fine."

"Good. Because you're off this mission."

"Tsk—I knew you were gonna say that." Jason rolled his head around, trying to keep his cool. "Bruce come on—I didn't know that was Black Mask—"

"It doesn't matter. We had a deal."

"You can't just pull me away from the mission like that—"

"Watch me." Batman confidently declared.

"Bruce." Jason pestered even though he knew he lost his end of the agreement. Bruce warned him he'd pull him away if he deemed it dangerous. That was indeed dangerous since his identity had been outed. Who knew what Black Mask could be capable of if Deathstroke hadn't intervened. "Hey, I'm still alive."

The batmobile swerved and came to an abrupt full stop, knocking Jason to the side in shock. "Was the alternative supposed to be death?" Bruce growled, on the verge of exclaiming. The younger didn't risk saying anything in response to that. Bruce was mad.

Batman hit the gas again and drove them in the direction of the cave.

'Wait, I cant go back to the cave—I still have the tracker in me.' Jason felt his stomach. "Uh, just drop me off at the apartment."

Batman raised a brow. "Why?"

"Uh, just because." The ravenette didn't sound convincing at all.

"Do you think I can trust you to stay put?"

"It's not that, I wasn't even thinking about the mission!"

Bruce didn't believe him and continued to drive. Jason clenched his jaw, he had no other way of convincing Bruce expect for telling him the truth. Since Bruce now had him 'grounded,' he wasn't going to trust him on his own.

"…I don't want to give my location away…" Jason mumbled.

"…Do they have a tracker on you? Why didn't you mention this sooner? Is it Black Mask?"

"No not him…che, it's complicated."

"You're going to explain everything to me." Bruce practically ordered with a tone that read 'I knew this was a bad idea.' He turned them around and headed towards the apartment.

After they reached the apartment and entered, Bruce commanded. "Show me your injuries."

"Can I at least shower?" Weirdly enough, Jason was acting quite acquiescent.

"Hn." Was all the approval he got before he disappeared into the bathroom. Jason exited the bathroom towel wrapped around his waist. There was no point wearing clothes when Bruce wanted to see his injuries. Though, the thought of Bruce studying him up and down while he stood bare like this made him feel some kind of way. Embarrassing.

Jason noticed Bruce was on the living room couch, not in his Batman uniform anymore, instead he was wearing a short sleeved V-neck T-shirt and sweats. He was sipping something from a square glass until he glanced Jason's way. Bruce stared at him in utter sober silence for a good minute, rendering the hairs on Jason's back to stand up from the awkward tension.

"Cuts and bruises." Bruce gave the final verdict.

"…Yeah…" Jason scratched his elbow with nervousness. "You done?"

"Wear something before you get cold." The elder stood up and stepped to the kitchen.

'Whose fault is it that I'm not wearing anything?' Jason felt like saying but wasn't going to fight B in this mood.

Jason pulled on an old T-shirt and knee length shorts before settling on the armchair to destress before heading to bed. It had been a long night already. The time was past 12 AM. He cranked his neck all the way back and closed his eyes. He didn't even want to think about or deal with what Bruce had to say. He lacked the energy to convince the elder he still wanted to continue the case but he already knew Bruce wasn't going to budge.

The teen felt a cold weight on his forehead and opened his eyes to find Bruce holding an ice pack near his face. Jason blinked, startled before taking it and icing his cheek. "Er, thanks."

"So, start explaining." Bruce ordered as he sat back down across from him on the couch.

'Ugh.'

"Who intervened that time? And where's the tracker?"

"Someone called Deathstroke…he's the one that put the tracker but he doesn't know I'm Redhood, so I don't think we have to worry about him seeking me out randomly…"

"Deathstroke?" Bruce gaped. "The mercenary. What was he doing there?"

"Not sure, he just needed to steal something from Black Mask, but ended up doing me a small favor and getting me out too."

"Why would he put a tracker on you…?" Bruce genuinely thought out loud, puzzled. "Where?"

"Uh…that's the complicated part…it's inside me." The elder raised a brow and Jason realized how weird that sounded aloud. "I mean it's in my stomach—should dissolve or something but not sure when…" Bruce was deep in thought, expression still hard to read. Jason was just grateful Bruce never asked how it got there—the last thing he wanted to confess was that he was mouth-raped.

"…Don't underestimate Deathstroke, he's unbeatable and heartless. Contact me if you run into him again. I have no idea what he's planning as of now but it doesn't seem like you are the target." Bruce pondered.

"Yeah, I know."

"This just became more complicated."

"…yeah my bad."

"Can't change anything now. This is why I warned you. Regardless, what did Deathstroke say?"

"Uh, nothing really…"

"You're asking me to believe that he altruistically dropped you off at a hotel room?" Bruce pressed.

"…yeah?"

"Jason. Don't test my patience."

"Che. Why do I have to spell it out? Okay, fine, he wanted something in exchange." The teen succumbed. The elder waited for him to elaborate. "A quick fxck—there I said it." There was no nicer way of putting it when Jason's nerves were already suffocating him and his fatigue was making it hard to keep his thoughts civil.

The younger regretted it very soon because the air physically thickened around them and Bruce's muscles visibly stiffened in front of him. "B-but he didn't do anything—short on time I guess." Jason quickly added a lie to lessen the blow.

There was a long tense pause before Bruce spoke again. "Go to sleep."

Jason didn't need to be told twice, he was up and walking towards the bedroom on his own. He didn't even get the chance to say goodnight before he was out like a light.

'He unconditionally unknowingly garners a lot of attention…' Bruce had noticed for a while now. Jason didn't present himself as the elegant type like Dick or Tim but the teen had a certain raw charm that one couldn't resist—especially to those (or the old men) who were into that kind of thing… He was also full of vigor, challenge (defiance?) and held an enchanting turquoise gaze.

The thought agitated Bruce to no end.

To Be Continued…

Well you got some action haha. Man, what is this? This is probably my first fic where the main character has had action with everyone else besides their counterpart lmaoo. I don't know whats happening there but hey guilty pleasure, im kinda enjoying it Hope you guys are loving the attention everyone gives Jason haha. Anything to make Brucey jealous.