For Batfam Week 2020
Day 5 Prompts: Insecurities | Identity Reveal | Keeping Up With The Waynes AU
Trigger Warning: Lemons ahead. And, references to Black Mask's violence against Steph, which had sexualized overtones (but wasn't rape).
Once the Robincows were successfully unloaded into the Wayne Manor barn, much to Batcow's great surprise and delight, Damian announced that he and Batman would be spending the night in the barn with them to help them settle in.
"Isn't his name Titus again now?" Jason said as he got a sleeping bag out of the truck for Damian to use.
"Tt," Damian said. "The mission is not over until the cows have acclimated to their new home. Or Father discovers their presence and usurps Batman the Dog's role."
"Fair enough," Jason said. "Me and Steph are gonna go hide the trailer. We'll bring Bruce's truck back tomorrow."
Steph was cooing over Batcow who was gently curious about her new companions, lowing softly at them. The new cows seemed much less afraid of Batcow than of the trio of humans standing in the barn. In fact, one of the mothers was anxiously covering her calf with straw and the other was blocking her calf with her body so that the Robins couldn't get to him.
"They are afraid we are going to take their babies away from them again," Damian said with a touch of sadness in his voice as he petted Titus's head. "It must have happened so many times."
"Well, it'll never happen again," Steph comforted him, laying her hand on his shoulder. Damian nodded, blinking a little bit.
"You and Todd should go," he said to Steph. "It will reduce their anxiety."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Jason said, tugging on Steph's hand with a hungry look. Damian rolled his eyes.
"We'll see you tomorrow, D," Steph giggled as Jason pulled her out of the barn.
"You do want to stay over tonight, right?" Jason asked her as he drove Bruce's truck, with cattle trailer still attached, through the darkened and crime-riddled streets of Gotham.
"Um, yes," Steph said with a little laugh. "Definitely."
"Good," Jason smiled at her and reached over to squeeze her thigh, since Steph had conveniently seated herself next to him in the middle seat again instead of on the passenger side of the cab. She sighed happily and wrapped herself around his arm before snuggling her head into his shoulder.
"This was so much fun," Steph said with contentment. "Thank you for being my fellow freedom fighter, Jason," she said and a warm chuckle escaped his lips.
"Anytime, Blondie," he said.
"Tim never would have done this with me," Steph said thoughtfully.
"No?" Jason asked her, a pleased smile turning up the corners of his mouth. Steph shook her head against his arm.
"Never," she said firmly. "He would have laughed at me like I was making a cute joke. And if I tried to get him to see that I really wanted to do it, I would have gotten a patient, patronizing lecture about breaking the law. As if we don't break the law every single night as Bats," she grumbled.
"It means a lot that you went along with it, Jase," Steph said. The warmest bubbly feeling filled his chest.
"I thought you were adorable because you were serious," Jason told her honestly. "You're cute and crazy and come up with wild ideas that are totally fun and that's what makes you awesome, Steph," he said, turning his head so he could kiss her temple as he drove.
"Thanks," she said softly, and Jason could feel her smiling. "I really like you," she said after a minute.
"I really like you, too," Jason grinned.
They sat in comfortable silence for awhile as Jason drove them through downtown Gotham and made his way towards Crime Alley. He finally pulled up to a graffitied and sketchy looking metal garage door of an apparently abandoned gas station.
"Sit tight," he told Steph, jumping out to open it up. Steph noticed that despite the more obvious grate and chains and low-tech locks securing the garage, there were also subtly upgraded security additions of retinal scanners and numeric keypads, too.
Jason hopped back in the truck and turned it around to back the trailer in first, getting out again to disconnect the hitch before pulling forward and backing Bruce's truck in next to it. Steph climbed out as he slammed the grates and locks and doors back into place from the inside.
"Welcome to Todd Manor," Jason said with a grin and a bow.
"Look at you, so refined," Steph giggled. "Alfred would be proud."
Jason smiled as he grabbed the cooler out of the back of the truck and Steph grabbed the duffel bag with their clothes.
"Come on up to the habitable part," he told her, leading her up the stairs on the back interior wall of the garage bay to a locked steel door.
After disabling another round of security, Jason opened it and led Steph into a surprisingly decent apartment. It had actual non-asbestos linoleum covering the floors. The walls, while still a dingy white, didn't have any holes punched out of them.
The quality of Jason's furniture helped make up for lack of polished bones, too: his black leather sofa looked ridiculously comfortable; a huge tv was on one wall of the living room; the matching black bookshelves, while clearly from IKEA, weren't missing any shelves and were stuffed full of paperbacks; and the cozy red blackout curtains which were hanging over all of the windows matched the plush red area rug.
"This is nice," Steph said sincerely. Jason glanced at her and relaxed a little bit when he saw that she meant it and wasn't just being polite.
"It's not Wayne Manor," he said apologetically. Steph looked at him.
"Like that's what I grew up with," she said. "This is way nicer than the house we lived in. I didn't grow up too far from here," she said.
"Oh," said Jason in surprise. "Another kid from the Narrows, huh. No wonder we get along," he teased her.
"No wonder we just committed a cow-napping together," Steph laughed and Jason joined in as he started unloading the massive amount of Alfred's leftovers into the refrigerator in the tiny galley kitchen.
"So, don't take this the wrong way," Steph said. "But I want to shower alone, ok? I am way too gross from laying in the woods all day to feel sexy yet." Jason smiled.
"Go ahead, babe," he said. "Just save me some hot water."
"Will do," Steph said, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. Jason's eyes got warmer and the heated look he gave Steph made her bite her lip. "I'll be fast," she said.
"Uh huh," said Jason, trailing his hand down to stroke her hip before Steph giggled and pulled away.
"Really fast," she called over her shoulder.
Jason smiled to himself as he quickly put the rest of the food away before heading to the bedroom. He groaned in anticipation as he kicked off his boots and stripped down to his pants. How the fuck did he get so lucky, he thought to himself. The Replacement was clearly an idiot to dump her but Jason wasn't one to dwell on someone else's loss when it was his gain.
Because Steph was making his heart do crazy things and it seemed like he was not alone in feeling that way. For maybe the first time since he'd come back from the dead, Jason Todd was actually feeling hopeful about his future. And not just hopeful, if he was honest. Excited.
The shower cut off and a few minutes later Steph emerged from the bathroom, one of his towels wrapped around her body while her long blonde hair dripped water down her back. Jason growled in the back of his throat.
"I'll shower really fast," he told her, limiting himself to the quickest of kisses as his cock hardened and urged him to hurry up and get naked with his girl.
"I'll be waiting," Steph said with a sexy smile. Jason smiled back into her eyes and was in the bathroom and scrubbing himself off in the shower in record time, thinking happy thoughts and considering the not unwelcome fact that he'd never liked anyone he'd fucked in the past as much as he liked Steph.
He didn't bother with a towel around his waist when he emerged from the bathroom and he was rewarded with Steph's impressed, near drooling gaze as she got her first look at his sharply ripped body and, Jason dared to hope, his not unimpressive cock, as she sat in his bed with the sheet pulled up over her chest and blatantly checked him out.
"Wow," Steph said dreamily as he walked (well, strutted, really) towards the bed. "Your muscles, babe," she said, reaching a hand out to feel the defined ridges of his pecs and abs as he climbed into bed over the covers to land next to her.
"This is what I was sleeping next to last night, huh," she said, sliding her hands up to his bulging shoulders and biceps.
"This is what you can be sleeping next to every night, if you want," Jason said with a grin, rolling onto his side to face her. Steph glanced at him consideringly.
"Are you serious?" she asked him.
"Totally serious," Jason said easily. "You live with your mom and our nightly extra-curricular activities are gonna make getting together tricky if you have to be checking in with her about where you are all the time…" he shrugged.
"If you want to move in, it'll be easier for both of us. And I, for one, will be happier getting to see you more," he said, reaching up to stroke her cheek. "But it's totally up to you," he said. "I get if you don't want to yet."
"I do," Steph said with a big smile. "I will. Living at home is the worst," she laughed. "Especially with being Batgirl. And trying to be Batgirl and date? Yeah, no, I'm more than happy to move in. Thank you," she said gratefully but Jason chuckled.
"Thank you, babe," he said, catching her lips in a kiss, which he would have deepened but Steph pulled back for a second.
"You're going to have to meet my mom, though, if I tell her I'm moving in with you," she cautioned him. "And come up with a good cover story about a reliable job."
"I can do that," Jason grinned.
"Ok, then," said Steph with a smile.
"Ok," Jason said back, reaching for her head with both hands to pull her into a steamy kiss. Steph moaned into it as his tongue pressed into her mouth and began pumping lazy strokes against hers.
The tiny somersaults that Steph's stomach had been doing around Jason since he first kissed her in Batcow's barn turned into full on flip flops as they made out, and Jason was moaning against her mouth, too, and Steph was feeling it all the way down to her clit as they finally kissed each other the way they already would have been had it not been for their tiny chaperone's presence over the past few days.
Steph was wet by the time Jason started to slide a hand down to tug the sheet off of her breasts, but she grabbed his hand urgently to stop him.
"Blondie?" he said with concern, drawing back from their kiss with a furrowed brow.
"It's just, um," Steph said, suddenly nervous. "My scars are way worse there. Like super ugly worse. I want you to be prepared," she mumbled. "It's pretty revolting."
Jason's heart flooded with hurt. When they were at the hotel, he'd seen the remnants of Black Mask's torture along her arms where he'd clearly attacked her with a power drill, and those mementos were horrifying enough. Not for how they looked; Jason cared less about the appearance of scars.
But he'd been shaken to see the physical evidence of what Steph had gone through at that sadist's hands, even though he hadn't wanted to say anything about it with Damian there and with Steph seemingly unselfconscious enough about her arms to wear a short-sleeved t-shirt to bed. But now she looked insecure and it wrenched Jason's heart.
"Baby," he said, moving his hand lower to stroke her hip through the sheet. "You're beautiful. No matter what they look like." Steph looked supremely unconvinced.
"You won't say that once you see them," she muttered.
"Well, can I see them, then?" Jason asked her gently. "And make up my own mind?" Steph sighed, chewing on her lip and Jason could see the nervous tears filling up her eyes.
"Look, we can turn the lights off if you want," he said kindly as he rubbed a soothing pattern up and down her side. "But, I think you should let me see them first. So you're not all anxious wondering what I'm gonna think whenever I finally do see them." Steph hesitated.
"Ok," she whispered. She took a slow breath and pulled the sheet down. Jason inhaled deeply through his nose and felt his own tears start. Because Sionis had butchered his girl.
No wonder Bruce had believed Leslie when Dr. Thompkins had claimed that Steph had died from her injuries, because there were jagged scars running through and around both of her breasts, and scars through her stomach and pelvis, and she looked like Frankenstein's monster, her skin a patchwork of rough edges and mottled skin.
"If Cat hadn't already killed him, I would," Jason said grimly as he lightly traced his fingertips over the indented roadmap of abuse while his tears fell. "Shit, Steph," he said in horror.
She gulped back some tears.
"It's hideous, right?" she said with a forced laugh.
"It's hideous what he did to you and what you went through," Jason said, looking up to meet her eyes with a fiery intensity, "but all I see is a beautiful survivor," he said, bending down to kiss over the scars on her breasts.
Steph let out a short sob but then she was cradling his head lightly with her hands as he kissed his way along the paths of her injuries, although soon he was kissing everywhere on her breasts, but still with so much tenderness that Steph knew she was hopelessly falling for him.
But the freefall felt safe instead of terrifying, because it seemed that no matter how much deeper Steph got dragged under into the current of her growing emotions, Jason was right there with her, getting swept along just as fast. Steph sniffed away her tears and bent down to kiss Jason's hair as he started licking over one of her nipples and it wasn't long before her hands were tugging through his locks as he sucked it into his mouth.
"Fuck, Jason," she moaned, feeling her shame melt away into arousal. She felt him smile against her as he tugged the sheet the rest of the way off of her and moved over to straddle her legs.
"You're gorgeous," he told her, lifting his head back up for a second. "Ok?" he asked her, moving to kiss her neck while he wiped the traces of her tears away. "All of you," he said. Steph sighed.
"Well, I don't see it," she grumbled. "But if you don't mind what you're looking at… I guess we can leave the lights on."
"Are you sure?" Jason asked her. "We don't have to, babe. I want you to feel comfortable." Steph met his eyes more peacefully this time.
"I like that you're comfortable with how my body looks, even if I'm not," she said. "And I kind of want to admire all this gorgeousness that Jason Todd is packing on his beautiful body... so, yeah. Lights on," she said with determination. Jason's smile for her was admiring and warm and his voice was husky when he spoke.
"You are the bravest woman I know, Blondie," he said.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"And, you know," Jason said thoughtfully as one hand made its way over to cup her breast, "if you're really bothered by your scars, and you don't mind being a homicidal maniac for a few months, I'm sure that Damian feels indebted to you for the cow-napping. He could convince his gramps to toss you into a Lazarus Pit."
"Jason!" Steph shrieked with laughter. "That's awful," she giggled.
"Awful?" Jason teased. "It's better than plastic surgery," he boasted. "Look at me. No explosion scars anywhere to be seen. My skin is smooth as a baby's backside," he said.
"Ew," Steph said, laughing harder. "And, no. No Lazarus Pits. No murderous rampages. I'm good."
"Good and beautiful," Jason insisted.
"Good and strong, maybe I can concede to," Steph said.
"It's a start," Jason said, hugging her tight and attacking her with more kisses as he stretched out over her. Steph sighed up into them and felt her toes curl as she pressed her pelvis into Jason's erection. She hummed happily as he ground back into her, sliding kisses down to her throat as she arched her back and willingly meeting her hands to press them into the mattress when she stretched them up over her head.
"God, you feel good," Steph mumbled as he kissed along her jugular and teased her with his cock while keeping her hands pinned.
"You feel amazing," Jason told her with a grin. "You like being held down during sex, Blondie?" he asked her and she nodded.
"By you, yeah," she said with a little smile as she squeezed their interlocked fingers together. "Makes me feel safe. Like you're protecting me."
"Aw, baby, I will always protect you," Jason said, meeting her lips again as an explosion of warm fuzzies went off in his heart and every macho gene in his body activated.
"You good with me going down on you?" he asked her after a minute.
"Um, hell, yes," Steph laughed. "Please do. And then I'll return the favor." Jason smiled at her as he backed down the bed to line his head up with her pussy.
"God, you're wet," he said reverentially as he slipped his fingers along her folds first.
"Because you're so damn hot," Steph said with satisfaction. "And nice. And fun. And you took me to a hotel with waffles." Jason was about to start eating her out but he laughed instead and his warm breath coasted over her clit.
"Is that all I have to do to turn you on?" he said. "Make you waffles?"
"And steal the occasional cow," Steph said with a grin, making him chuckle again as he began to lick her clit with his tongue.
She moaned into him and wiggled her hips around with her hands in his hair until they found the best angle to set her pussy on fire. Steph's moans were coming louder as he circled her clit with his tongue and when he slid a finger inside her, he moaned with her as she bucked her hips.
"God, yes," she said happily. "Finger fuck me, Red Hood."
"Oh, is it like that, Batgirl?" he teased her as he added another finger and began pumping harder. "You want me to fuck you sometime in the costume?" he asked her in a low sexy voice and Steph groaned in delight and clenched around his fingers as he went back to licking and sucking at her clit.
"What I really want to do," she ground out - "right there -" she interrupted herself frantically before continuing, although it got harder to speak around her very vocal moans as Jason pounded his fingers into the perfect spot, "I want to ride your thigh sometime while you're in the pants," she gasped out. Jason's eyes went wide.
"Shit, Steph," he said in awe.
"Don't stop!" she begged him and he quickly continued, pushing her into a loud orgasm with a few more thrusts and then pumping her through it.
"God," she muttered as she squirted around his fingers. "We should've put a towel down." Jason laughed but didn't stop thrusting up into her until she pushed his hand away in exhaustion.
"That was so good," she mumbled. "Gonna catch my breath and then go down on you, 'mkay?"
"Whatever you want, sexy," Jason said, pulling her into his arms. "That was hot as fuck," he told her, stroking her hair back from her head and kissing her temple.
"You're hot as fuck," she said with closed eyes and a little smile.
"Apparently my thighs are hotter than both of us," Jason said as he rubbed circles on her back.
"Well, that's not debatable," Steph said. "All these men who skip leg day don't know what they're missing out on," she said with a little laugh as Jason chuckled.
Steph propped herself up after a minute and leaned in to give Jason a very appreciative kiss before beginning to kiss her way down his sculpted chest and abs to his cock. She licked her lips lasciviously before sucking him into her mouth while maintaining a sultry eye contact.
"Fuck," Jason groaned as she slowly went all the way down and rested there for a second, licking around his shaft with her tongue. Steph slowly began to bob her head up and down, popping off of the head of Jason's shaft at first with each upwards movement, until she got warmed up and began to suck him off in earnest, enjoying the moans and incoherent streams of nonsense that she was pulling out of Jason's mouth as his hands tangled lazily in her hair.
"That's enough," Jason grunted after a few minutes, gently tugging her off of him and up into his mouth for a wet kiss before rolling over to grab a condom out of the bedside table.
"Let me be on top first?" Steph asked him with a grin.
"So you can feel those magnificent thighs?" Jason teased her as he rolled the condom on, but Steph just smirked.
"Yep," she said, crawling over his lap. "They're mine, now, Red Hood, and I intend to make full use of them," she said with satisfaction, making him laugh as he reached for her hips to help her guide herself down onto his waiting cock.
They both groaned as his cock plunged into her and she settled herself against his propped up thighs.
"Fuck, baby," Jason said with pleasure, and the way he was looking up at her had so much tenderness mixed in with the heat and amusement that Steph forgot to move for a minute, content to look back at the man she'd just agreed to move in with, who was healing her broken heart in the most unexpected ways and maybe, possibly, probably even capturing it as he fixed it.
She smiled at him and he smiled back before using said powerful thighs to thrust himself deeper up into her.
"Fuck!" Steph yelped and then she was riding him as they found their rhythm together, and his thumb was on her clit and every thrust was giving her stars until she came again, shuddering around him as he cursed out how beautiful she was, and in that moment Steph thought that she might believe him.
Jason lifted her off of him as she came down from her high and positioned her on all fours so he could take her from behind, pummeling her fast and hard until she was screaming out his name into the sheets and they both came together, Jason coming long and hard in what had to be the best orgasm of his life.
"And to think this all started with you yelling at me," Steph said sleepily once Jason had tossed out the condom and she was curled up into his chest with his arms wrapped tight around her. Jason snorted.
"I'm gonna teach you all about the gangs of Gotham, Blondie, and what to avoid so you don't scare me half to death again by practically getting yourself killed."
"Good," she said to him. "The Bats don't care about that kind of intel. Not that they ever cared about really training me, anyway," she muttered in disgust. "Catwoman taught me most of what I know until B made her stop."
"I'll train you," Jason murmured into her ear. "Fighting, firearms, whatever you want to know."
"Yeah?" Steph said. "I'd like that. I'd feel safer," she said.
"Me, too," Jason said. "And maybe one day you can kick Bruce's ass and show him what's what." Steph giggled.
"That would be the second best day ever," she said. "Especially when he realizes who I learned it from."
"Yeah?" Jason said. "What's your best day ever, then?" he asked her, fully expecting her to do the cheesy romantic thing and say the one they just finished.
"It was the other morning in the hotel," Steph said. "When you told me I was a good mom."
"Oh, Blondie," Jason said raggedly, hit with the emotional weight of her unexpected admission.
"Nobody usually thinks I'm good at anything," Steph said matter-of-factly. "And all I've ever heard is how irresponsible I was for getting pregnant and how I would've been better off having an abortion. Nobody's ever understood me like you, Jason," she said. "Or made me feel so good about myself." Jason swallowed.
"You should feel good about yourself, baby," he said roughly. "You're amazing."
"So are you," Steph said. And Jason wanted to argue and deny it, but with Steph's big blue eyes looking up at him so confidently, he couldn't. So he hugged her tighter.
"Well," he said, clearing his throat. "I guess it's good we have Damian around, then, to keep us humble."
Steph's quiet laughter filled his bedroom and as they drifted off to sleep, Jason thought to himself that this was possibly the only time since getting resurrected that he hadn't ended up feeling like shit after answering a Batfamily emergency call. They usually ended with him getting lectured and reprimanded despite the fact that he'd showed up to save their asses.
But this time? He'd have to get Babs a card. Or some new escrima sticks or a fancy sword, or something. As long as she didn't want a cow, he thought to himself. One cow-napping adventure was more than enough for two lifetimes. Although since it was the reason why Steph was sleeping beside him tonight, then he had to confess that the heist was more than worth it.
A/N - Two chapters to go for the final two days of Batfam Week 2020! Yes, I got a little behind; I got sick, y'all - but 99% sure it's not coronavirus, think it's just a cold. It's been knocking me out, though, and my longfic is due to update tomorrow which I need to get done first, but then I will get the final two chapters of this fic out ASAP. I hate having unfinished works hanging over me, so no worries, the rest is coming soon.
And oh, the romantic tropey goodness that our final two prompts bring us... Day 6 is Fluff, and Day 7 is Nightmares. Uh huh, this should be fun. See ya soon, Batreaders!