Guys, I don't even know where to start. I can't believe it's been so long, days turn to weeks then to months and I'm appalled it's been so long. I've been more occupied and busier with other things that don't allow me too much time to think about the story and once I'm away from all this, it takes me a hard time to come back to writing. But now that I managed to bring myself back, I hope I can be consistent with the story. I still love Jason and Bruce and want them to have a proper story. 😊

With that said, thank you all for waiting, and apologies again for the long long long wait. Enjoy~

Disclaimer: in first chapter.

Chapter 28

I see…" The ravenette hummed, pursing his lips and gradually inched closer. There was no hesitation from Bruce's body language, who also tilted closer and soon their lips connected naturally. Jason felt Bruce's gloved hand right at his hip and their bodies pressed against each other. Jason shifted his head and parted his lips to connect deeper. Bruce welcomed all his advances and licked the other's jaw.

Jason was taken aback that Bruce continued the lead. The elder tightened his hold on the teen's hips in almost bruising grip and Jason couldn't say he was hating it. 'So, this is what the passionate side of Bruce looked like. God, he was all for it.'

"Bruce…" The teen moaned his name, he knew all well what he was doing. The elder furrowed his eyebrows and spun their bodies around. There must have been something wrong with him today, his ability to resist was near non-existent. He didn't know if it had to do with the agitation from Damien or the busy work and night schedule, but either way, his body wasn't stopping.

Jason felt the edge of the computer table right at his lower back as Bruce began to tongue him further, taking away all the teen's oxygen. He was really going at it, Jason thought. Almost like a starving dog. The teen intertwined his fingers at the back of Bruce's neck, moving up to his hair as well at times. Bruce pressed even further, arching Jason backwards like the table didn't exist behind them or something. It was almost beginning to hurt his back with how much the edge was jabbing his back. "Ern…Bruce, it hurts…"

Bruce may not have been listening before but those code words made him halt for a brief moment and wordlessly pick him up, seating him on the table itself. "Okay, that's one way to do it…Bruce, I love you…I want you…"

"Haagh…Jason, be careful." The billionaire warned.

"No." Jason was also feeling bold. How long had he been waiting? The normal Bruce was always pushing him away, hesitating, holding him back. He wanted this Bruce to not stop today. The moment was right, the temperature was high and the love (?) was in the air. Or so he hoped.

That was the last thing Bruce needed to hear because he was no longer stopping. He unzipped Jason's pants and palmed his bulge. The teen instantly let out a sweet moan that only encouraged Bruce to keep going. He continued to knead and tease his length, which was quickly hardening in his hands if not already.

"Touch me…" Jason whispered, aching for Bruce to take it out which he did. Jason's erection was out of his boxers and his pants were around his ankles without him even knowing. The teen panted as Bruce stroked him up and down fast. "Bruce—Bru—ah!" Crap, he was gonna come, Jason bit his lip. To distract himself, he leaned forward for a kiss again and got a mini version of one before Bruce nuzzled at the crook of his nose. The younger hugged him as his legs flanked the other's sides.

Soon enough Jason was convulsing against the elder as he came in his hands. Jason took a breath but he noticed Bruce's pants were tenting and he didn't wait long. The elder let the thick cum slide down Jason's hole as he used the remaining from his hand to lubricate the teen's entrance. He slipped a digit in and began thrusting slowly. Jason winced. It was one hell of a new feeling having a finger up his butt.

Bruce's fingers worked skillfully as he coated his inner walls meticulously. 'Shit, why is he so good…' Jason almost trembled. One finger turned into two then three which was a tight squeeze, but Jason would have to be more than ready for this if he wanted the real thing. During so, Bruce had taken out his length as well, and rolled the teen's shirt up to his chest. The elder held him carefully, one hand supporting his back, while he sucked his nipple and the other hand in his entrance. He also rubbed his length against Jason's.

"Bruce…nh…just do it… already." The teen pleaded nicely for a change.

"Be patient Jay," The elder grunted as he roughly thrusted the three fingers in and out again, provoking a shudder from the teen.

Finally, Bruce pulled out his slick fingers and hooked Jason's thighs and knees properly in order to slowly insert himself. "Don't tense up now. Breathe."

Jason inhaled a long deep breath but was cut short when his entrance was stuffed full and pushed deeper with every thrust. The teen clenched his teeth hard and waited to feel comfortable. "Relax, you're doing great."

The younger tried, feeling Bruce's thick hot length grinding hard against his inner walls. 'it's okay, this is what he wanted. 'They finally did it, there was no going back now—no running away' The thought was comforting to the teen. It was about time.

"Ah! Argh! Bru—mn!" The younger moaned as Bruce picked up the pace. At this point, Jason was hard again and clutched onto Bruce for dear life who was also chasing after a climax. He never would've imagined being inside the younger would be so exhilarating. When the elder was ready to cum, he began to pull out. "wait—what are you doing?"

"I'm close…" Bruce barely managed to voice. Perhaps some of the guilt was slowly coming back to him.

"It's fine…"

"What?"

"Che, I said it's fine. Just cum." The teen shut his eyes, fighting the crimson flush on his face, and the breathlessness. And Bruce could see that; also finding it irresistible. He was stuck too deep in this.

The pair ended up cuming with Bruce initiating that cascade by coming inside Jason first, who shuddered and came shortly after. Bruce held on to Jason who fell on top of him, catching his breath, hole and body still twitching from that out of body experience.

"You okay?" The elder asked.

"I think…wow, you were something else…"

"Hm. So were you."

Jason internally took pride in that and demanded another soft chaste kiss.

Bruce walked into the manor in a good mood. This was a few days after he and Jason affixed their relationship, and like an eager child, he wanted to see the teen. His eyes hadn't graced the teen the whole day and left before Jason was awake too. It was no doubt that Jason entering his world had caused a chain of changes and much more life back into his mundane routine. However, now it was at another level, Jason meant so much more to him and was much closer to his heart—had been for a while now, but he was likely denying himself. It was to the point he didn't even want the teen to leave the house or his sight. Was he being too possessive? But could you blame him? He didn't want to lose someone he loved again.

Bruce crossed the living room until he saw Dick standing, staring at a letter unusually intensely. The elder was about to let him be, but something clearly didn't seem right to him. "Dick?" No response. "Dick." Bruce tried again, louder this time.

The brunette jerked his head up. "Oh Bruce, what's up…"

"What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing. It's nothing. You're back?" Dick acted very suspiciously.

"Was there something on the letter?" Bruce probed with a frown. The first thought in his mind was a death threat, especially if it came to the manor. And the last thing he wanted was to endanger Jason's family—their family, in a way.

"No, it's—"

"Show me."

"Bruce. It's none of your—"

"Dick, show me." Bruce ordered sternly and Dick eventually gave in. Bruce took the letter and skimmed through it. "Is there any validity to this?" He was also speechless to what was written in the letter.

"I'm not sure…I asked Wally to check out the mailbox and he brought this back…" Dick explained, rubbing his elbow.

"Hm…" Bruce stared down at the piece of paper pensively. "Do you know anything about Jason's father?"

"…No. Not really. Jason never really spoke about him and I never pressed him about it. We just lived in the orphanage until I decided to move out and take them with me."

"I see. Alright, I'll look into this. In the meantime, please keep this a secret from Jason. You know how he is, I don't want him acting irrationally." The billionaire folded the letter and placed it in his pocket.

"I agree…" For once, Dick agreed with him. Bruce appreciated that and walked away, taking out his phone to make a phone call to a private investigator. He asked the detective to look into Jason's history and the name signed on the letter.

The letter basically was addressed to Jason, 'his long lost son that he regretted leaving behind along with his mother.' His supposed father wanted another chance and was fine even if he didn't get Jason's forgiveness but wanted to meet at listed a non-residential address. The letter oddly enough also stated how proud he was of Jason's achievements, his 'prince of Gotham,' which really baffled Bruce because that would almost indicate the two had met before. If Jason met his father, Bruce was sure the younger would have told him about that.

Nevertheless, Bruce kept reading, the letter was relatively short, signed with the name 'Willis Todd.' It was the same last name, there was no doubt about it. Jason didn't speak much about his past; he wasn't a complainer so Bruce didn't have much to work with. Hence, the private investigation. He just had to make sure Jason didn't come across this information before he did.

"Hey Bruce!" Speak of the angel. Jason's voice startled Bruce out of his deep thoughts. "You good? You were just standing there for a second."

"Jason." Bruce recomposed himself and allowed the teen to walk over. He was in the hall towards their bedrooms and they were the only ones there. The younger trotted over to him and pecked him near the corner of his mouth, Bruce automatically leaned in with a subtle smile, hand finding the other's back.

"Welcome back."

"Indeed." The elder scoffed. "Did you eat yet?"

"Not yet~ Wasn't feeling like it. Let's eat together?"

"Of course. I'm just going to wash up."

"Sounds good." Jason grinned, patting the elder's shoulder once and made his way to the kitchen.

"Hey Bruce! You in here?" A few days later, Jason swung the doors to Bruce's bedroom open to find an empty room. The private joint bathroom door was shut so the teen assumed he was in there. "Okay then, I'm just gonna grab your card from your wallet okay!" He called out hoping he'd heard. He rummaged through the closet of hung shirts and pants to see which pocket it was nesting in. "Hm…now where is it…?" He mumbled.

Finally, he saw one of Bruce's black blazer with a paper folded inside one of the pockets. Jason curiously raised a brow, wondering if he had found it but instead he only found the paper. It was none of his business and neither did he care about Bruce's work, but something made him unfold the letter and instantly open his eyes. He crumpled the letter in his hand and stomped to the living room.

'What the fxck was this?' The teen couldn't think straight, so many scenarios and possibilities were running through his head. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything in front and his feet moved on their own until he bumped sides with someone.

"Hey—" Dick gawked, rubbing his arm. "What's gotten into you?"

Jason looked up at him, blinking, reality finally coming back to him. It was Dick. His older brother, he should tell him about this. He would know what to do. "Dick—" he choked but voice inadvertently cracked. "This…" He was at a loss for words and could only flail the letter in front of the other. The elder didn't understand what the problem was until he saw the letter and a wave of unmasked recognition flashed in his eyes.

"That…what is that…?" Dick feigned ignorance but it was too late, Jason had already saw that look in his eyes. The younger couldn't believe it.

"…This isn't the first time you saw it…is it?"

"Jason, I don't know what you're talking about…" Dick wasn't fooling anyone.

"I don't fxckin believe it! Now that I think about it, where did Bruce even get this from! Why my supposed dad send this to him?! Did you give it to him?!" Jason began yelling at the top of his voice, pissed as all hell. Dick shut his eyes once. Damn Jason and his sharpness sometimes.

Tim wasn't sitting too far away in the living room, where they all were and even he was startled.

"Jason, just listen to me—"

"No! You're a freakin' hypocrite! I trusted you! Answer me! How was this in Bruce's jacket?!"

"Okay! I gave it to him! It was in our old mailbox! Bruce just saw me hold it—"

"Oh? So now the two of you are working together?!" Jason accused.

"What is going on here?" Bruce's sober even voice resonated through the main walls as well. He walked into the living space rubbing a towel on the side of his head, wearing a tight half-sleeved black T-shirt and grey sweats.

"What do you have to say about this? Both of you suddenly a team now or something? When were you guys ever gonna tell me?!" Jason shouted sticking the paper out in the air. Tim was beginning to get concerned and Alfred was in the background as well.

Bruce grimaced at the letter in his hand. He should've scanned it and shredded the original… "Jason, calm down."

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down." The teen said furiously but surprisingly calmly.

"Let's talk about this."

"No. Just answer me. I'm not gonna get talked into something else. This isn't something small. Do you even realize what this means to me and you wanted to hide it?"

It was evident Jason wasn't willing to listen to reason and was clouded by anger and emotion. "It was better that way."

"According to who?! You?! That's not your place!"

"Jay, come on, just hear us out. You would've blindly rushed out, we were going to tell you—" Dick tried to chime in.

"Shut up! Do you think I'm that stupid?!"

"No of course not! But you're impulsive!" Dick reasoned. Jason clicked his tongue loudly.

"Jason, that's enough. Don't disrespect your brother. It was my idea to keep it a secret for the time being."

"I can't believe you either! You always did have a control complex but now you're trying to decide everything too!" Jason condemned.

"Jason." Bruce was still attempting to silence the teen from just calling his name seriously but it was no longer working.

"Fxck this." The teen about turned and made it for the door. That spiked a nerve of panic in Bruce.

"Where are you going?" Dick instantly asked.

"I'm leaving." Jason deliberately kept his answer short and ambiguous.

"No you're not." Bruce took long strides towards the younger. This felt like déjà vu. He wasn't going to allow a repeat of what happened before. He could see the whole Joker incident playing out again. He never should've let Jason leave. That was as close to trauma as ever. And this time he would act differently whether Jason liked it or not. Bruce grabbed Jason's arm but was yanked away. The billionaire was mildly surprised, looking into Jason's angry unforgiving scowl. The teen was serious.

Jason coldly turned away again but this time Bruce took action in his own hands. He gripped the younger one more time more sternly and when the other began to struggle, he threw the younger over his shoulder. "What the hell?! Are you serious?! Let me go!" Jason demanded but Bruce hardly listened.

"Only once you're rational."

"Uh…" Dick drawled. This was turning into such a chaotic situation. "Bruce… hold on…" Dick walked after him, wondering if there was another way to handle this situation.

"He's a danger to himself like this." Bruce walked up the stairs and managed to say in between Jason's yells. He opened the door to his bedroom. "Just trust me…" Were the last words he promised Dick before shutting and locking it. Jason thrashed around and Bruce had to throw him on the master bed.

"What's your problem?!" The teen screamed.

"You need to calm down first." Bruce demanded.

"You can't keep me locked here!"

"I will if I need to."

"Fxck you!" Jason cursed and attempted to hop off the bed, pushing the elder roughly aside. Bruce threw him back and the teen actually swung an arm towards him. The elder hooked that arm and subdued the teen. However, the teen wouldn't give up so soon, it was almost as if a switch turned in him. He forced Bruce's hand to punch his stomach just to keep Jason down. The teen curled up in a ball groaning. Bruce held back but it was enough to keep the younger down. "Ugh…you're gonna pay for this…all of you…You can't do this… it's unfair, Bruce…" His voice was more pleading and softer towards the end.

"I'm only trying to protect you." The elder slowly brought his hand to Jason's head but the younger slapped the hand away.

"No. Don't say that, don't say it's to protect me…shit." The younger's voice cracked again and tears welled in his eyes. He absolutely loathed the feeling of powerlessness.

"…Jason." Bruce could hear the pain in the other's voice, and it was eating him from the inside. "Please understand."

"You're just a control freak." Jason spat, wiping a tear.

"Call me whatever Jason, but I won't stand losing you again. I need you to trust me and find this information for you instead of you running into some trap." The billionaire explained, sitting beside him. "I won't let it happen, so I'm going to do whatever I need to keep you safe, even if that's from yourself."

A part of Jason knew what perspective Bruce was coming from, but he was too frustrated and felt too betrayed to acknowledge it.

To Be continued…

Ay back to a good heated start haha Sorry again for the long wait guys and thanks for reading and reviewing! Hope to come back soon!