Three days after Smallville…
"Nothing?" I ask, not believing what I'm hearing.
He keeps typing, ignoring my question, answering my question in every way he intends to.
I move in front of him and force him to look at me, "He's one of us."
Batman looks up at me, Batman, not Bruce, he's still wearing the cowl which again, will tell me more than anything that comes out of his mouth, "No, he's not."
A million responses filter through my mind but the very worst one tumbles out of my mouth.
"This is why I hate you sometimes."
He stops typing and turned to look at me.
"He died saving us," I rage, "All of us. Was he not one of us then? When he sacrificed himself to stop the worlds from merging, what was he then?"
He says nothing.
"You can't just pick and choose who you decide to care about, he's one of us and he's missing."
"No, he's not."
His declaration stops me cold.
"He's not missing, he left. According to Mrs. Kent he left of his own accord and took the fugitive with him."
"Something had to be done to him!" I insist.
Sighing he takes the cowl off and I know the conversation is over.
"Tim, I know this is hard for you, but you're going to have to come to terms, Conner left with this boy willingly. He destroyed your bug, he has gone off the grid, he doesn't want to be found. I know you want to find him, but he is not missing…he is on the run with a known associate of Luthor. For all we know he is working with them."
"WHAT?" I actually scream.
"We both know that Conner was programmed by Luthor in Cadmus, he's been activated before. We don't know if this is just another case…"
"He's in trouble!" I cut him off, "If Dick vanished would you not look for him cause we both know he has been activated by the Court of Owls?"
He closes his mouth.
"No! You'd be out there every damn night looking for him, no matter who told you not to!"
"You're being emotional."
"And you're a damned robot!"
We just stood there, staring at each other for what felt like forever.
This was a waste of time.
"I'll find him," I said, turning to leave.
"Have you considered he doesn't want to be found?" he asks.
Of course, I have, why do you think I am so panicked?
I'm in my room, packing my stuff, I have an idea I'm not coming back here anytime soon, when Alfred walks in.
"If you're here to tell me to stay you're wasting your time…" I say without looking.
"The first time you came here you were seven, your parents had brought you for a dinner party and you seemed awed for the most part until you came across the painting of King Phillip the second in sitting area. It was attributed to a one Alonso Coello, the official court portrait painter at the time. You said it was actually a woman, Sofonisba Anguissola who painted it and that it was mislabeled."
I smiled, remembering that night well. My mom looked like she wanted to throw up as Alfred tried to assure me, I was wrong.
"I was incensed that a boy would question the provenance of our paintings, but it wasn't until I looked into to find you were correct. The painting had been painted by the young lady and been misattributed this whole time."
"That was when you knew I was a brat?"
"That was when I knew if you believe something to be true, most likely it is."
I closed my mouth as I felt a surge of emotion.
"No one knows Master Conner as well as you do, if you believe he is in danger…then so do I."
I smiled and ran over and gave him a hug,
"You will find him," he said hugging me back., "I have faith."
Well, that made one of us,
Eight Days After Smallville…
Whoever had come through here had been in a rush.
The STAR labs in McCook, Nebraska is far from the largest facility they possess and yet someone came crashing through it early tonight, destroying the entire place, making it close to impossible to know if anything was stolen.
It was the fifth one hit in the past four nights, and I was officially intrigued. Each one was remote, not very big and had been totaled in the process. Local law enforcement was puzzled, the DEO was confused, and I was sure it was a metahuman. Just one, looking for something, and trying to cover their tracks by destroying the place in the process.
I was sifting through the rubble when I heard the DEO agent let someone else into the crime scene where I was working, something I had specifically asked them not to do. I looked at who it was and instantly knew my night was going to get a lot more complicated.
Nightwing walked in, ignoring the crime and just looking at me, "You're a hard man to find."
"Be careful where you step," I said going back to the rubble, "All of this is evidence."
He walked over to me and dropped a device down between us. I recognized it as a white noise generator, something we used when we needed to talk privately when other people were around.
Once it was active, he began on his speech. "Bruce is pretty upset with you."
I scoffed as I kept scanning, "Well I'm pretty pissed at him too so we're even."
"Tim, I'm serious. You crossed a line."
I stood up and faced him, "I crossed a line? Conner is missing and his answer is he isn't one of us and I crossed the line?"
His mouth was just one line as he tried to process his anger before talking, "You're not looking at this properly. He left on his own accord…"
"So, when Raven left with her father…you just let her go and didn't go look for her?"
He stopped.
"When Lian was killed and Roy took off with Chesire, you didn't go looking for him then right?"
His scowl deepened.
"And of course, you've never tried to help Jericho ever. Or Rose or Danny chase or Risk or…"
"It's not the same," he said cutting me off.
"Explain to me how it isn't."
"It's like Bruce says…" he starts.
I threw my hands up, "Oh of course you agree with him! Why would I think you'd have a thought of your own." He opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off, "No Dick! He was your friend! He saved your life! He saved all of our lives! HE'S A FUCKING TITAN!" I finally exploded, silencing both of us.
The DEO agent glanced over at us, my scream overriding the white noise for a moment.
"When did that stop meaning anything?" I asked him, "When did we stop doing everything in our power to help each other?"
He sighed, "Tim, he left with a Luthor agent, willingly. He is avoiding any and all surveillance, there are a million ways he could have gotten into contact with us, and he hasn't. Why can't you see all signs point to him not being under duress? And if he is not under duress he is working with them. That's logic."
"No," I said, done with this bullshit, "That's convenient. That's the logic you use to justify cutting someone off that you didn't want to support in the first place. This isn't like Conner, he is in trouble and no one but me seems to see that."
"That's the logic you use to justify ignoring actual facts so you can keep chasing someone who doesn't want to be found," he said back.
And damned if he was right.
"Bruce is upset, you delivered your message. Now deliver mine," I took a step and got in his face, "I am not going to stop until I find him, so if he doesn't want to help me, stay the fuck out of my way."
Dick looked at me like he wanted to say something, but we both knew there were no words left.
I pushed a button on my glove and Redbird started itself and moved towards the building, "If Jason vanished with the league, and it looked like it was of his own free will, you think Bruce would just let it go? You think he'd take, well it looked like he was acting of his own accord as an answer?" he said nothing. "Or do you think he would raze heaven and earth to find him so he could find out for himself?"
"Conner isn't Jason," he said sadly.
I got into the car, "He shouldn't have to be for me to care."
I slammed the door and took off into the night, screaming in frustration as the car drove itself.
Two Weeks after Smallville…
It is a nice diner.
Metropolis has a lot of them but this one, this one has character. I could see why Clark chose it, it looks like something ripped right out of the 50's, jukebox and all. He's late but that's ok, I was early, if things were going to go down like I thought they would, my preparation would pay off.
A signal tells me he just landed outside, and I do once last look around to make sure everything is in place…
He walks in and even in civilian clothes it's easy to see why everyone loves him. Not just as Superman but as Clark, he is an easy person to like. Apart from his looks, which are criminal, not even to do with his body, again, not legal, it's his smile. He flashes me a smile and I instantly feel bad for what's about to go down.
"Tim," he says sitting down, "Are all the white noise generations yours?"
I nod, "I thought it best to be safe."
I'm lying, but I'm not.
"Bruce would be proud, you hungry?"
The question makes me smile, Conner was always hungry too, it had to be a Kryptonian thing. And then like everything dealing with Conner lately, my smile fades and I am angry all over again. I shake my head as he raises a hand to get the waitresses attention.
"I wanted to talk…" I began to say.
"You want to talk about Conner," he says cutting me off, "I don't need to be a detective to get that."
"Then if you know what I want to talk about you have to know what I'm going to ask."
Before he could answer the waitress came by, "What can I get you two?"
"Apple pie, milk, cold as you can get it," he says with a smile that could make ice melt.
"Coffee, black, hot as it comes," I say, still staring at him.
She nods and takes our menus, leaving us alone.
"How are things in Gotham?" he asks casually.
"If you know what I want to talk about you have to know what I'm going to ask," I repeat.
He sighs and looks at me with eyes as blue as the sky, Conner's eyes, and once again I am angry. "You're here to ask why I haven't done more to look for Conner,"
"And the answer?"
I can see the annoyance pass across his face in an instant, a summer storm that passes as quickly as it starts. "Look Tim, I understand your interest in this but at the end of the day this is family business."
I lean forward, "Look Clark, I understand you don't want to talk about this but you're going to have to do better than this is family business to get rid of me."
And his smile wavers, he's annoyed, good. Smiling people rarely make mistakes.
"It's been two weeks; in two weeks you could have travelled to OA and back. You could have raised the Dead Sea, you could have brought water to the Sahara, turned China into a parking lot or discovered what happened to Amelia Earhart. So, you tell me in two weeks you can't find another Kryptonian…"
"Half Kryptonian," he corrects me.
"You tell me you can't find Conner in those two weeks, and I think you aren't looking that hard," I finish.
"I looked."
"How hard?"
He looks away, glancing out the window, "I don't get a lot of free time Tim, so can we get to the point?"
"You'd have more if you had Conner out there helping."
He laughs, "Conner has helped enough."
Now we're getting somewhere.
"He's in trouble," I say, "And no one but me seems to see that."
"If Conner is in trouble, it's of his own making," he says, still looking outside, "There's not much I can do about it."
"He might be in trouble," I insist, and he finally looks back at me.
"He should have thought about that before flying off to join Luthor."
"He didn't join Luthor, he left with a boy."
And he made a face, not a good one.
Knowing something is one thing, but hearing it said out loud is a whole other thing and his words stun me a little. I, like everyone else, worshipped this man growing up. You want to think Superman can do no wrong, but hearing him talk, I feel my heart sink as I realize he is just a man like everyone else.
"If he was in love with this boy it might have nothing to do with Luthor…" I tried to explain but he was having none of it.
"Look, I have no problem with alternate lifestyles, I don't. People are free to do whatever they want, but when you put on that symbol," he touches his chest, "It means something, and if that is how Conner wants to live his life, I can't have it associated with this," another touch. "And then on top of that with a Luthor goon? Come on, you have to know how that will look…"
And I am reminded he is not just a man, but a white, straight male raised in the Midwest…
"One, I'm of the same lifestyle so thank you for you permission to do what I want, it means a lot."
His face sours and you can see he had no idea, "Tim…"
"Second," I talk over him, "No one finds it odd that Conner Kent, the straightest man in the world suddenly fell in love with a guy, took off with him and broke contact with everyone he knew? No one can see that and think, wow, maybe something is up."
He closes his mouth.
"And three, using your own prejudice as a reason not to look for him is not just wrong, it's disappointing. You'd think because he wore that symbol, you'd be eager to find him instead of wanting to distance yourself. You gave him a name, brought him into your family…"
I clear my throat and then say.
"But then again I know what his name means."
His body freezes as he hears his native tongue.
"I had hoped more from this," I say standing up, "But then they say never meet your heroes…"
"Tim," he says, trying to stop me.
"No, we're done Clark," I say tossing some bills down, "But I don't think you're done here."
He looked confused when the woman behind us turns around, "Clark Kent, is that how you really feel?"
The look of absolute shock on his face is priceless as Lois struggles to stand up, she is eight months pregnant, and the booth is doing her no favors. Once she is standing, she places a hand on her stomach, "If our son ends up being gay, is that how you will treat him too?"
His mouth opens but no words come out.
"And if you piss me off I'll tell Lois what his name means too," I said as I left, feeling more alone than I ever had before.
One month after Smallville…*
He answered on the third knock.
Jason stood there in a pair of gray sweats looking like a statue come to life. His pecs were wider than most but his eight-pack impeccable, all of it dwarfed by the bugle in his sweats, making it look like he had a third leg.
He looked exhausted, "Replacement."
It was his normal sarcastic nickname for me.
"Can I come in?" I asked, sounding as exhausted as he looked.
He moved aside and let me in.
Jason's place was small, but it was always surprisingly neat. You'd think his place would be as sloppy as he acted, but I was always struck by how meticulous he kept it. I fell into one of his oversized chairs as he grabbed two beers from his fridge. He handed me one and then sat across from me, "So you've been having a month."
I nodded as I took a sip, I usually didn't drink but I was just too exhausted to care anymore.
"Any leads?"
I sighed, "There is a series of break-ins at remote STAR labs, it looks like it's Conner, but I have no idea what he'd be stealing. It makes no sense to me."
"Maybe his boyfriend is making him?"
I glare at him but he just shrugs.
"You can be as pissed as you want but last time I checked Conner and the kid were more than just friends, so I say again, maybe he's being told to do it."
"Conner wouldn't do that of his own accord."
"Love makes you do weird things," he said finishing his beer.
"It's not love!" I rage.
He sighs and shakes his head, "Well it's something alright, you do know why you are having so much trouble with this right?"
I glance up at him, waiting for him to continue.
"You're jealous," he said in the same way you say water is wet.
"What?"
He rolled his eyes, "Look man, I'm not judging at all, trust me I'm not, but you're in love with Conner and you're super jealous he ran off with this hick…it's throwing off your game."
"My game is fine," I insist, hearing the irritation in my own voice.
"Is it?" he asks, and I nod, now not as sure I was a few seconds ago.
"If you were the Tim, we all and know and love you'd have already gone to Luthor and demanded to know what he knows."
I almost drop the half empty bottle.
"I mean it's super obvious, roll up on Charlie Brown and make him tell you what he was doing in Smallville with hick boy."
Oh my god did Jason just have a good idea?
"But you're too busy ambushing Superman for the Food Network and shit instead of actually getting answers. Because you don't want them."
"What? I do!"
He leans forward, "Even if the answer is Conner is gay for this kid and in love?"
I felt my stomach lurch at the thought a month full of all nighters, jacked up on triple expressos as I sift through another STAR labs break in, hours and hours of sifting through signal data, trying to find a match for Conner, checking every single place he had ever lived before the Titans, all of it came crashing down and I felt my eyes start to sting from tears…
Fuck me I was going to cry in front of Jason.
He came over and squeezed into the chair with me, moving me part way onto his lap, "Come on kid," he said softly, "Come on…it's ok."
I hated to appear weak in front of any of them, but with Jason it was the worst. Jason was the one I became obsessed with once I had figured out Batman's secret. I had started by identifying Dick by seeing Robin doing a quadruple somersault, a trick only a Flying Grayson could do. From there I watched Jason, there were several things that tipped me off, the most obvious one was his bugle.
Dick filled his trunks out well, but they were made for him specifically. When Jason took the mantle one thing was made clear right out of the gate.
Jason Todd was hung like a mule.
Dick's trunks barely contained him so either it was a different guy or Robin had suddenly taken to smuggling zucchini around on patrol. I guess I should have know then I wasn't straight but I was too busy trying to save Batman to notice.
But here I was, on his lap, in just a pair of sweats…and I was acutely aware of how big his cock was…
He tipped my head up, "It's ok to be sad," he said, "I just don't like to see you cry."
"I'm sorry?" I said, leaning up.
He kissed me and I felt my head spin…
"You're so beautiful," he said, moving down to my neck, "So wound up…you need to relax," he said pulling my shirt over my head. He smelled of gun oil and sweat and I found myself inhaling as I leaned into his body. It was easy to forget how hot Jason was, standing next to Dick, it was an unfair comparison to be honest. Each one was perfect in their own right, where Dick was leaner and more defined Jason was bigger, rugged, more mass and power…and standing next to Dick's perfect body he looked too big, too wide…
But in his arms, I can tell you, he was easily hot as fuck.
His hands moved over my chest, the callouses on his hands were rough and made my shiver as he felt me up. I could feel his hardness under me, the thin sweats doing nothing to hide his excitement. It felt like a log under me, and I hadn't realized how much it would turn me on.
"You need this," he said, grinding his crotch into my ass, "You need to let go…just relax…"
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stood up and laid me down on his floor, he hovered over me, his face in mine as I felt his body press against mine and I had not realized how much I had wanted this.
His hands undid my jeans as he kissed me again, I made impatient grunts as I tried to get naked, desperate to feel his skin against mine. I was only in my briefs and socks, and he stopped kissing me to look down.
"Holy shit Drake," he said looking down at my crotch, "Where did you get that?" I felt myself blush as he felt my cock through my briefs, "It's always the skinny ones," he said under his breath.
"Jay," I whined as he pulled my briefs down, my throbbing tool slapped my abs as he tossed them aside.
"Shhh," he said crawling down my torso, "I got ya…" he grabbed my my shaft and I moaned as I felt his tongue move up its length. I looked down and saw a fantasy I'd had since I was ten was happening in front of me. Watching Red Hood slowly worship my cock was more than a dream come true, it was the end of an obsession I had lived with before coming Robin.
"Jay…" I whimpered, pushing his head down onto my cock. Hearing him gag on my dick almost made me cum as he struggled to swallow me. He didn't stop me as I thrust up into his mouth, he seemed as desperate for this as I was.
I felt the back of his throat and I shuddered as I felt my cockhead slide down his throat…his choking sounds as erotic as anything I had ever heard. I slammed my cock down his throat for what felt like forever, his hands gripped my ass to hold on as I raped his throat. All of my anger, frustration, everything I used on him. He wasn't my brother or my partner, he was a hole, a cumdump for me to use and he loved it.
"I'm close…" I panted, not stopping my thrusts.
I heard him moan as he realized I was going to make him drink my load. His hands tightened on my ass as he began to push me further down his throat, my head flew back as I felt my balls reach the point of no return and I began to blow cum down his throat. I heard him choke as his mouth was filled with my seed. My hips shook as I tried to drown him with my orgasm…but finally my balls were emptied and I laid there, covered in sweat…almost catatonic.
I felt my cock slip out of his throat and I heard him laughing, "Wow…all work and no play makes Timmy shoot like a fire hose."
I was too relaxed to be embarrassed, I say a weak, "Shut up," the smile on my face seemed Joker like it was so wide.
"Oh, we're not done yet," he growled, I felt him moving and then the tip of his tongue lapped at my ballsac. I gasped as I felt him begin to lick my balls, taking one into his mouth and roll them around…my back arched as my legs spread, I felt like a whore…just letting him do whatever he wanted to me on the floor of his apartment.
He went lower, his tongue moving across my scrotum, drawing a needy moan from my throat as I felt my desire growing…he grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide, knowing how flexible I was, and began to go lower.
He took turns licking and then biting me, making my body spasm each time as he slowly moved closer to my ass. I had no idea he was so fucking good at this! I would have expected Jason to be a rough, total fuck kind of guy but I had just cum and was rock hard again from just his tongue and teeth…his foreplay skills were off the chart.
My legs were pointing to the ceiling now as he pushed me up, he spread my cheeks and I felt my eyes flutter as he began to lick around my hole slowly, teasingly, more needy whines come from me in tones I didn't think I would be capable of making. I was pleading with him, begging him, and all he had done was lick around my ass…
Oh my god I was losing it.
He began to tongue fuck me and I watched my legs shake as I felt him violate me with a tongue that felt half fucking lizard it was so big! My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt him begin to loosen me up, my desire burning away whatever thoughts I may have had before he touched me…
I literally lost time, it felt like forever he pleasured me like that, working me like I was a musical instrument, and he was making sure every note was in tune. When he stopped and lowered my legs I was shaking, my cock was painful hard again and I was in a daze as I looked up at him.
He slipped his sweats off and I finally got to see it, the object of my affection for so long. I wish I could properly describe Jason's cock to you, but without seeing it for yourself it's impossible. Like describing the smile on the Mona Lisa, it is a masterpiece that can only be experienced, but I'll try. One, it's huge, that is easy. Over nine inches long and easily 6 wide, it is a massive porn star cock that looked like it was made in a factory than made naturally.
He was cut, his head was flared and red, an angry cockhead the size of a medium plum with a huge slit that seemed to always be dripping precum. There was a inch think vein that ran down its length that made it all that much hotter. This was a man's cock, it all you were shown was this dick you'd assume it was a huge, daddy like mother fucker owned it but the fact it was on Jason's muscled, tone body made it illegal. The tip reached above his bellybutton and stuck out a few inches from his perfect torso. Two huge orange sized balls hung beneath it, making it clear that this was so much more than a dick or a penis.
This was a cock, a man's cock made for fucking.
"This what you want?" he asked, slowly stroking it with one hand. The fact his fingers couldn't fully grip it made me even more horny. I nodded. "You dream about this Tim? You jerk off to this?" More nodding. "When I got off patrol, those green trunks would be riding up, giving me a hardon for the last part of the night. I'd rush off to the shower and pull them back…"
I could imagine him, still in the Robin costume, pulling his trunks down, yanking the cup out and his cock spring up and slapping the tunic.
"And I'd be so worked up, so horny…" he said, leaning forward…
I held my breath as I saw his tongue reach out and lick the head of his own cock…he swirled around the tip and then went lower, taking his head into his own mouth and beginning to suck himself off. Watching him do it was pure porn…imagining him in the Robion outfit doing it…
"Oh!" I cried, feeling my cock begin to shoot again…untouched…I moaned as I imagined him sucking himself off, eating his own load…Robin…dirty fucking slut Robin…
I heard his chuckle as he moved towards me, "Look how wound up you are," he said looking down at me, "You know what your problem is?"
I shook my head, eyes closed as I felt the last pumps of my second orgasm in ten minutes spill out.
"You think you need to be in control," he grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach, I grunt as I hit the ground, but was too relaxed to move, "You think you need to be in charge, make all the calls, it's an obsession with you."
It was true, I couldn't deny any of that.
He grabbed my waist and brought me up to all fours, "When what you really need is simple," his cock touched my hole, "You Timothy Drake, need to be fucked like a dog," and he pushed into me. I let out a moan as I felt his cock penetrate me, "You need to be treated like the slut you are and fucked within an inch of your life."
His cock filled me, and my eyes bugged out as I felt him stretch my ass walls like a battering ram, "JAY!" I screamed but I wasn't in control anymore. He had grabbed my arms and pulled them back, impaling me on his cock no matter what I did.
His mouth was at my ear, "Cause that's what you want to be Tim, you wanna be my slut don't you?" His cock just kept going and the pain was intense, but the fact I had Red Hood's cock in me finally…my Robin was fucking me made me so hot I just nodded and whined. He kept going until I felt his crotch press against my ass, "This is all you wanted Tim, you wanted to belong to someone…you wanna belong to me?"
I nodded as I sobbed, "Please Jason…fuck me…please…"
He let go of my arms and fell forward on all fours, he held fast to my hips and began to pump into me, making me squeal as I felt him slid in and out of my ass. He didn't slow or hesitate; he just began to fuck me slowly like I was just a sex toy and I was expected to adjust to his monster cock on my own. It was almost too much until his cockhead scraped my past my prostate and I feel my entire life change.
"OH!" I scream, head flying back as I slam myself back onto his cock…the explosion of pleasure in my ass like nothing I had ever felt before.
"There is it," he chuckles, "I found Timmy's bitch button," he says as he reverses his push and hits the same spot again.
"Jaaaaaayyyyy…." I sob as he begins tease me, just grinding that spot over and over again. I lose all sense of self as all I know is pleasure flooding my brain. Oh my god…I was pushing back onto his cock as hard as I could, trying to get him to hit that spot again…
"Come on Tim, fuck yourself on that cock…show me how much you want me to fuck you."
I didn't care, I did exactly as he said as I began to move my hips, finding the exact angle to pleasure myself. I could see myself in his mirror, back arched, head thrown back, needy sobs coming from me as I begged him to fuck me harder. I looked like a fucking rent boy, a fucking twink whore coked out fucking himself on his trick's cock.
And I loved it.
Without notice he pulled his cock out and pushed me onto the ground. I turned and looked up at him, unsure what I had done wrong. He sat on the same chair I we had shared and smiled, "You want to fuck yourself? Come on then…"
All I could see was his cock as I scrambled up onto his lap, impaling myself on all nine inches in one go, knocking the breath out of myself as I began to ride him. We were both covered in sweat now as he fucked like animals, not caring about anything else but getting off.
"You like that Tim? You like being my whore?"
I nodded, knowing I more than loved it, I was becoming addicted to it. This cock, Jason, all of it…it was everything in the world I wanted…this was it. I could stay here and ride his cock every second he stood still, I would walk around with a limp as my abused hole refused to close because I needed his cock so badly…it was every dream I ever had made real…
And then I saw someone standing behind the chair…it was Conner!
"Every dream?" he asked as I began to cum…
"NO!" I screamed as my cock exploded….
And I fell off of Jay's couch.
I laid there on the floor, confused as my cock emptied itself in my jeans…what the hell?
"Morning," Jason said, I looked up and he was in most of his armor reading a book, "Did you just have a wet dream?"
I looked down and moaned, "What happened?"
"I was trying to cheer you up, you tried to kiss me and passed out. So I put you on the couch."
"Oh god," I said, feeling humiliated.
He laughed, "It's ok, I'm guessing you've been living on coffee for the past three days and the beer went to you. Sides you needed the sleep."
I climbed back on the couch, "I am so sorry…"
He held up a hand, "What happens at Jay's stays at Jay's. It's all good."
I nodded, "Thank you."
It took me second, "Why are you in uniform?"
"I had an errand to run," he said, tossing something onto the coffee table, "That's for you."
I picked it up, it was one of our data disks, "What's this?"
"All the information that Lex had on Smallville, and the kid Conner left with."
I looked at it like it wasn't real, "How did you get this?" I asked awed.
"Don't worry about it," he said closing the book, "You hungry?"
I nodded.
"Lemme change and we'll go grab breakfast, on me."
He got up to change, "Jay," he turned and looked at me, "Why?"
"I don't like to see my little brother cry," he said with a small smile, "There's some clothes in the spare bedroom, you might want to change those pants." He winked at me and walked away.
I looked at the data disk in amazement, how did he get this?
Four Hours Earlier…
Lex walks into this office, deep in conversation with Mercy.
"…on't care how hard it is, tell him I need him in Ukraine by the end of week or the Russian people will love to see the videos I have."
"Yes Mr. Luthor, may I…"
And her head exploded.
Circuits flew everywhere as her body fell back onto the floor, Lex looked up and saw Red Hood sitting at his desk, smoking gun in his hand, "Hi Lex."
"Are you insane?" Luthor roared, "Do you have any idea how many alarms…"
Another shot went out and Lex screamed as the bullet passed through his thigh.
"Yeah, I don't have a lot of time for the villain monologue segment," Jason said getting up, "You'll excuse me if we just move to the good stuff."
Lex held his leg, "You're insane."
Jason grabbed him and dragged him to the desk, "You have no idea, now this is going to be really easy," he said pushing Lex into his seat, "You're going to pull up everything you have on your recent Smallville adventure and put it on that," he dropped a data disk, "And I'm out of your hair." Small pause. "Metaphorically of course."
Luthor looked up at him, "Why in the world would I do that?"
"Because you're a smart man, and you're about to have an epiphany about being a super villain."
Luthor said nothing.
"See up to this point, people have been nice to you. Your archenemy is a boy scout, so you think you're safe and I'm here to tell you," He put the gun to Luthor's head, "You're wrong. See you made my little brother cry and that pissed me off and when I get pissed, I get shooty. So, give me the data or…"
"Am I supposed to believe you will kill me?"
Jason undid the helmet and locked eyes with Lex, "Look in my eyes Lex, do I look like I'm bluffing?"
Lex paused and Jason shot him in the other thigh.
"Tick tock," Red Hood said putting his helmet back on.
"Computer," Lex croaked, blood staining his seat, "Transfer all data on Donny Colello to unknown data drive."
"Transferring…." The desk said as a flood of images and graphs danced across the surface, "Transfer complete…"
Jason picked up the drive and moved to the window, "See? Easy peasy."
"You won't get away with this," Luthor warned him.
"I think I just did,' Jason said standing at the open window, "And as you plan your revenge on me remember," Jason made a gun with his finger, "Any time I want, I could just kill you and I wouldn't lose one second of sleep over it."
He did aback flip out the window and was gone.
Leaving a bleeding and furious Lex Luthor to wonder how he was going to get him back.