The crazy mix. Miraculous ship LadyMoth with the Count of Monte-Cristo muscial (basic French novel which is superb by the way XD).
The rendering in animatic is so beautiful.
I say thank you to the artists for that.
Creator video : https://www.youtube.com/@DevenZetDraw
you make jason homophobic towards tim because you dislike him, i make jason homophobic towards tim because he hates that he wants to fuck tim, we are not the same
For anyone who's curious OP told @sasheneskywalker to killer herself because of his joke.
Several people expressed concerned over the fact that OP is apparently in the medical field and OP doubled down and preceded to make several comments about letting people die.
Incidentally this is illegal and I know someone who is also in the medical field who was furious.
And just so you know OP back tracked and went "Teehee it was a just a joke" but only after an anon expressed the desire to report them which would get them fired and blacklisted.
Which isn't funny. After all I work at an Assisted Living Facility and just because the resident called me a slur does not mean I can deny them the care that they are entitled to as a basic human right.
A Little Overshadowing Never Hurt Anyone By Playedcrowd5610 [WIP]
This day was just getting worse and worse for Danny. First, he gets dragged to Gotham City with his parents for some 'ghost hunting' convention, and then on his first flight out, he gets captured! Now he's stuck in a Fenton Tech Containment device in some strange cave filled with cars, computers, and for some reason... A dinosaur? He has no idea what to do or how he will escape... Jazz is gonna kill him.
The Bats have been having a hard time recently. For the last few weeks, glowing green creatures from all over had been flocking toward Gotham City. Now Tim was staring at the first ghost they had been able to capture and interrogate. He had glowing green eyes and bright white hair. And he… He just possessed Tim, didn't he?
Or... Danny gets kidnapped by the Batfam and seeks a way out, a little overshadowing never hurt anyone, right?
Bus To Nowhere By foldingfacets [WIP]
Is it running from your problems if your problems consider you to be a dead imprint of consciousness that killed their son? Yes, but Danny tries not to think about how his nightmares of his parents trying to kill him came true when they found out he was Phantom.
After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.
If You Give a Bat a Burger By Cielle_Noire [WIP]
Strange things are going on in Gotham: A series of crimes linked only by a sentence uttered. A drug that no one seems to be selling, but lots of people are taking. An old enemy reborn, or someone pretending to be him. Graffiti that can't be photographed by normal means. Bartenders disappearing without a trace. John Constantine is also there.
Danny wants nothing to do with any of it. He just wants to sell burgers and survive. Actually, he'd like to go home again, but since that isn't possible, he'll stick with burgers.
Gotham's vigilante's have other plans.
This is why Danny doesn't do favors.
To Whom It May Concern By Sagoberattare [WIP]
When Danny and Jazz finds out they are clones, they did not process that like a normal person.
No, they decided that since they could magically write to them that they'd use their "bio-parents" to vent their frustrations and maybe mess with them a little bit (hey, you try and find a healthier method to finding out one day you were cloned by a pair of mad scientist who decided to raise you).
Danny figured he could rant and rave without freaking anyone out. Jazz thought it be a good way air out grievances and bitterness at a audience that wouldn't care. Two birds with one stone if you will.
Unfortunately most of the "adventures" they write about are horrifying. Cue several very concerned people desperately scrambling to find their dumb (possibly meta and or undead) children and rescue them.
Inspired by this prompt
My Superpower Is Being A Single Dad By QueenOfTheQuill [WIP]
What is Jason supposed to do when presented with multiple superpowered toddlers locked in an unethical government experimentation facility: not adopt them???
AKA not only is Danny de-aged to toddlerdom, so are his sister, his clone, his evil future self and half his class. Who are all liminal enough to have access to ghostly abilities. Time to make this Gotham's problem.
AKA Jason doesn't so much fall into single fatherhood as he is violently catapulted.
Death Defying [Dick x Danny]
Holding Me Now in Hand By DisillusionedDanny [Complete]
After Tim Drake tells his family about his new insane chemistry teacher, Dick Grayson decides to do some investigation himself.
What he wasn't expecting was to instantly fall in love with the chaotic science teacher.
Danny had managed to make a new life for himself in this new dimension as a science teacher at Gotham Academy. He had a fulfilling life, teaching the kids of Gotham how to survive on the streets and then at night protecting the bats who roamed the streets. Now, to make things even better, he had somehow caught the attention of Dick Grayson. If Danny had to be honest, his life was going pretty great for him.
Now he just needed the other shoe to drop.
Falling For You, Again And Again (Adventures In Getting Kidnapped And Meeting Your Soulmate) By ziazippy5379 [WIP]
Danny gets dragged to some event in Gotham and meets his soulmate. The first meeting goes great. The rest of the night not so much.
I’m Falling For You (Now We’re Both Falling) By ziazippy5379 and Milaley [WIP]
Danny Fenton is just your average big city paramedic living in one of the most dangerous cities there is: Gotham. Or is he? What most people don't know is he is a retired superhero from the small town of Amity Park known as Phantom. After the burn out that comes from being a lone teenage hero and a difficult reveal to his parents he decides he needs to get away. And what better city than Gotham for a man who loves to help in medical crises.
Dick Grayson: detective by day, superhero by night. Well that's what he was until the reality of working for the Bludhaven police department set in and his depression took over. Now he's quit his day job and works for his adoptive father's charitable organization. But that doesn't stop him from continuing his superhero work as the one and only Nightwing.
But when these two soulmates meet on a rooftop at night and their timers run out, happily ever after isn’t as easily achieved as one might think.
Dead On Main [Jason x Danny]
Like Betta Fish Do By PaperPuffin [Complete]
Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright?
Everything was going to be just fine.
Then things got a little out of hand.
Half-Lives By Turnipberry [WIP]
Something is wrong with Jason Todd.
That's not new.
Someone having answers about why... that might be. Someone maybe being able to help... that definitely was.
Danny just hopes its not to late.
Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It By HyperKid [WIP]
Danny and Jason meet by chance in a graveyard on Christmas Eve over a certain someone’s grave. Neither expect to ever see the other again, until they run into each other at a coffee shop less than a week later.
And once they’re both thinking clearly, there’s obviously something wrong.
Between working out what to tell their families, what’s actually going on, and just… well, being happy pains in the ass and proud of it, it turns out Team Batfam and Team Phantom all over are a match made in Heaven.
Now all they have to do is persuade Bruce that Jason having new friends hasn’t hailed the apocalypse.
Rooftop Express By EmeraldsAndAmethyst [WIP]
Danny Fenton just wants to help his big sister be comfortable in Gotham. But he is getting so done with not being able to fly around freely. Danny tries to do things on the up and up but just progressively accidentally starts looking more and more like a new rogue trying to get set up. His parents must be retired super villains, which might not mean anything. But the rest of the evidence isn't very promising.
And then he finds a half-ghost no one knew anything about. Befriending him in the suit instead of out isn't helping his 'definitely not a super villain' case in the slightest.
Dead Tired [Danny x Tim]
Wanted: Dead and Alive By Astereae [Complete]
"Hey, I do I... Do I know you?" Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek.
"No," Tim says. "We haven’t met."
"Oh, no, I do." Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp.
"You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!"
Rearranged his-
Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over.
His- This-
"WHAT!?" Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted.
Tim’s fucked.
OR
Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May.
Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however.
And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.
Better Halves (And Other Such Falsehoods) By Astereae [WIP]
Danny’s looking at him like he’s crazy. His hair’s dried up into a mess of waves, and there’s some tomato seeds on the corner of his mouth. “You just bailed me out of jail. And you think this is a good idea?”
“I don’t have bad ideas, Fenton. And like you’ve just said, I have collateral on you.”
“So you’re blackmailing me into pretending to date you?”
Tim shrugs. “Or you could just sign the NDA.”
OR
Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school.
Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it.
It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing.
And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero.
The Price Of Peace By JoyLess_NightSky [WIP]
The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace.
Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons".
The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title.
And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them.
Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy.
Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement.
Who You Gonna Call? By jaemyun [WIP]
In freshman year of high school, Danny pulled away from his friends without explanation.
At sixteen, he disappeared. Sam and Tucker presumed him dead. His parents insisted he was taken by ghosts.
As young adults, they run into him in Gotham, of all places. It's a stroke of luck that brings their best friend back to them.
If only it was that easy for the Bats to find the god damn engineer that's been running circles around them while they try to track him down.
Tim's not sure what he'll do first when he finally finds the brilliant bastard - kiss him or punch his teeth in.
Better Off Dead By DisillusionedDanny [WIP]
Tim wakes up to find himself as a ghost in the Infinite Realms after a battle that went wrong, or maybe right. Now with the help of a ghost named Danny, Tim learns that death is not always the end and that maybe he was made to be a ghost.
Tim Drake's I.E.F. (Invisible Eldritch Friend) By Half_Dead_Ham [WIP]
The last thing Danny expected while haunting his new favorite pastime while bored (read: homeless) was to find out his secret identity. It was cool though, and he helped the dude get through the days easier now. He expected even less, though, to be caught rooting around in his fridge by their butler.
The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age
Jason x Danny x Tim
I'd Die (Again) For Y'All By GroundedGryphon [WIP]
Six years after he died, Danny Phantom is captured by the Justice League and expects to be handed over to the GIW. Five years after Phantom appeared, the Justice League still doesn't know if he's a villain or a hero and just want to talk with him. Two years after Jason Todd's return, Red Hood and Red Robin finally find a reason to work together. One year after she last heard from her brother, Jazz learns he's being held by the Justice League.
Right now, Martian Manhunter has a splitting headache and all hell is about to break loose.
“You would do it again,” Tim concluded, sighing, his tone bitter.
Jason knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t think he could do it again. He sidestepped the question, tightening his hands around Tim.
“I’m worried about you,” he said, softly, and Tim heard every bit of the pain and hurt Jason kept so carefully hidden away.
He’d always thought it must have been easy for Jason to leave, since he seemed to just fall off the face of the planet, ignoring his calls, ignoring him.
He didn’t like being wrong.
Know Yourself By Bi_Bats [WIP]
“Don’t act like you don’t care about him," Jay snapped.
“You don’t fucking know me.” Jason pushed away from where he’d been leaning, his stance suddenly much less casual. It didn’t hide the way his ears had gone red, though.
“You’re still me. I know when we’re full of shit, alright?”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you.”
When Jay gets dropped in the wrong universe, he goes to the only person he knows will help him: Tim.
Gotham Ghoul By SapphyWatchesYouSleep (JupiterMelichios) [Complete]
Jason thought being put together out of spare parts meant he was the world's only human-ghoul hybrid. That was, until a child turned up on the Manor doorstep claiming to be Bruce's son.
A Tokyo Ghoul AU
When the Lost are Welcomed Home By homeforthemissing [Abandoned]
Tim found Bruce in the time stream, but since leaving to find him, Tim has mostly disappeared from the family. He has minimal contact with them, excluding Jason. Tim brought Jason back into the Bat-fold, but will someone bring him back in before its too late?
In which Tim is an Omega and hiding it, this can only end one way.
Canticulum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]
The baby that was to be named Timothy Jackson Drake was born small and gray. But he had been born with music in him. The man that becomes Timothy Drake-Wayne is a disciple of silence.
Sortis (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]
It is fate that brings them together, yet it is fate that tears them apart.
Throughout his long life, Tim has watched Jason come and go, live and die, all while he remains the same, never changing.
Fragmentum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]
Everyone has a breaking point. Tim has reached his. And he has succumbed to it.
Praetextus By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]
The darkness closes in on him, smothering tightly. Tim doesn't know if he can handle being blind.
Don't Touch My Boy By MySecretStories [Complete]
Jason and Tim's relationship is purely out of convenience, and they know that.
But when Ra's al Ghoul decides he wants another heir from the "perfect mate", it forces their hand to make decisions about the two of them.
Magic Gave Me Robin By Cy_kun [WIP]
He opens his eyes, and stares up at the canopy of the four poster bed he's in. It takes a second, his vision is a bit blurry, but it clears up quick enough.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Four seconds.
Part of Jason keeps the count going, while the rest of him kind of just...seizes. Because he knows this canopy. He knows the the posts it's attached to. He—fuck—he knows the notch in the bottom left post he'd put in it when he'd stolen one of Bruce's batarangs when he was twelve and thrown it around like the stupid kid he'd been.
This was Jason's room.
Or, the one where Jason get's zapped with magic, wakes up in his teenage body, and decides to let the timeline know exactly how fucked it is. He also becomes the president of the Tim Drake Appreciation Club.
The Fate's Designs (Are Not For Our Eyes) By galkyrie [WIP]
"It's funny, Tim thinks, how he never wonders about his soulmate until he's bleeding out under the stars."
A story about soulmates, and how finding their way to one another was never going to run smooth.
Break Your Throne, Cut Your Hair By dukeaubergine [Complete]
Ra’s thought he could force Tim into marriage with an ancient magical artifact. He didn’t account for the magic recognizing his daughter’s protégé as a potential alternate groom.
Tim and Jason just have to survive the one-month engagement period without getting kidnapped, killed, or outed as fakers to the press. Then survive any assassins gate-crashing the wedding. Piece of cake, right?
…This might be easier if they’d actually tell the rest of the Bats what’s really going on.
Even If It Doesn't Make Sense By EdmundPevensiesQueen [WIP]
Tim had given up trying to lie to himself about how he felt about Jason, hating himself for his childhood hero-worship/crush on the second Robin for coming back. He knew the whole thing was pointless – Jason barely tolerated him, he knew that – so it was better to just acknowledge the feelings, process them, and get rid of them. The last time he’d had feelings for Jason, suppressing them hadn’t worked despite years of trying.
So here he was, asking Jason about what consoles he had because unfortunately this was as close as Jason was going to come to asking him on a date (oh my god, a Bat Kids hangout was the closest he was getting to a date - Damian was right, Tim was pathetic), and there was no way in hell Tim was going to say no, even if he hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Besides, he knew he could easily make it to 48 if he had coffee.
If You Got Love To Get Done By dukeaubergine [Complete]
Tim didn’t expect to make so many big choices about her future at seventeen, but it’s just been that kind of a year. She wants to do better than her parents did, but can she really balance obligations to a kid and to the world?
Where is He? By lover_of_blue_roses [Complete]
Red Hood breaks into Teen Titan tower to terrorize his Replacement. He wants to make the Batman suffer, not for letting him die, but for letting the Joker live, and this is the best way to do that. However when he finds the new Robin… he's an omega in heat.
Tower of Fantasy By zabbaz [Complete]
Tim expects to have the tower all to himself this weekend. Why not indulge in one of his favorite sexual fantasies? Surely it won't end with him trying to fight a villain with a vibrator inside him…
Stay By darkdecay [Complete]
Tim and Jason think they've been hatefucking. Must be why Jason is willing to try anything to stay the night with Tim.
Nice To Meet You Again By TheLonelyRose [Complete]
When Jason first met Kitten, he was trying to stop Catwoman from stealing some fancy gem with Batman... Again. Ever since then, he would cross paths occasionally with the little girl, blossoming a friendship that would last for years.
But, then he died.
And, then he came back. And that little girl wasn't so little anymore.
Pain is Temporary By ole_ander [Complete]
After spending a year in a deep depression following Bernard's death, Tim is sent back to Gotham to train with the infamous Red Hood, Jason Todd. Evidently, Dick didn't do his research, because these two don't get along. And sometimes they get along too well. Either way, there's not a lot of crime fighting being done.
Stray Cat Strut By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
"There once was a little boy named Stray who became best friends with a Robin…"
-OR-
"I doubt you arranged this little meeting to discuss the finer points of the fashion disasters that are Gotham’s capes."
Another low laugh and Red Hood took a cautious step forward. "I wouldn’t call that cat suit a disaster. You’ve certainly made the look your own."
Stray wanted to snarl and settled for baring his teeth. "You could say that. What do you want from me, Hood?"
Red Hood held his hands out in a placating gesture. "Nothing much. I just need you to get me into Arkham. I’m going to kill the Joker."
Sweet Treats By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
Jason smiles again. “You really like a challenge, don’t you?”
“I love a good challenge,” Tim agrees, grinning back at his hero.
“So do I.” Jason hesitates, then reaches out and runs his thumb over Tim’s cheek. It comes back red, which Tim swears could probably be from the amount of blood rushing to his face because Jason just touched him. “You always covered in frosting?”
For once, Tim’s brain lines up with his mouth and he says something that sounds clever. “Only on special occasions.”
The Knight's Quest By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
Sir Timothy Drake never wanted to be a knight. But when his parents send him off on a quest to slay a dragon, what else was he to do? Of course, said dragon has his own thoughts on the matter and his counterproposal is much more enticing than a fiery death.
Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?) By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.
The Dog Days of Summer By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
"Tim?" Jason asks cautiously. It's possibly the first time he has ever used his replacement's first name. Out loud at least. Or where he could hear him.
Another whine and the big black dog opens an eye, gazing warily up at Jason.
"Okay, you're awake. Not exactly sure what the protocol is here but if you know you're Tim Drake, whine twice for me."
The Accountant By chibi_nightowl [WIP]
The last thing Tim needed was to get involved with someone who worked for Gotham’s meanest crime lord—or was him. Either way, getting into bed with the Red Hood was a really bad idea.
Courting Disaster By chibi_nightowl [Complete]
The JayTim Mr. & Mrs. Smith-inspired AU you didn't know you wanted.
When Tim and Jason meet in their civilian guises after their exit plans go wrong, it's lust at first sight. It's even worse when Wraith and the Red Hood cross paths for the first time. Sparks, knives, and bullets fly in this story of love, lust, attempted murder, and--most importantly--revenge.
Sanctuary By chibi_nightowl and PoisonBasil [Complete]
Jason has a brief moment to notice he has blue eyes that match the sky overhead when his soul wrenches, reaching out to snag and entwine with Tim’s.
What. The. FUCK?
Tim blinks quickly, brows narrowing as he takes note that something is happening but not sure what. But Jason does. He’s a dragon born and bred, he knows what this call is, the throbbing pulse he now feels alongside his own. Stories told to him by his parents before he was stolen from them are coming to life and all he wants is to scream his pain all over again.
A soul bond.
His soulmate is a fucking human.
A Stray Cat Surrounded By Bats By three_milks [WIP]
When Tim Drake's parents die, he is left in the care of billionaire Bruce Wayne.
Tim will have to manage to keep his life as the notorious thief Stray a secret while trying to deal with everything that comes with living with Batman and Robin.
He hopes that keeping his identity a secret isn't as difficult as it seems.
It's Written In The Stars By flavouess_fiction [WIP]
It was on the second day of first grade that Tim Drake understood that the pattern of rust-coloured stars on the palm of his hand meant more than just a birthmark.
After a soulmate dies within a year the other half is expected to die or get themselves committed, Tim thought he'd moved past all of it until it was staring him in the face.
Trading Places By BeautyInTheLibrary [WIP]
11:59 PM
It was a simple night, it was going so well, Jason was soaring on the wings of his name sake over the city he's lived in his whole life. While the civilians were mooning over the idea of receiving their soulmate dream at midnight of their fifteenth birthday (or the less common experience of switching into their bodies) Jason had better things to do! He was Robin! And that made him magic~
12:00 AM
...What the hell was he doing on a random roof top when he was just swinging on a grapple line? What was with this camera, why....why could he see himself through the lens!
JayTim Week 2024
Day One: Wing
Bad Habits By BeautyInTheLibrary [Complete]
It felt like several minutes passed before anything did happen and what had happened was that Tim felt gloved fingers slide into his long hair and gather the strands painfully into the fist. The hand grasped and used the hair to pull Tim’s head up off the floor and the pain forced a gasp out of him before he could help it. It didn’t stop till Tim was sitting upright and then his head and back was forced into the wall that was behind him, the force of it enough to knock one more noise out of him.
“Well aren’t you lucky?” A voice, a mechanical voice finally spoke and alarms went off in Tim’s head. Oh no…that sounded too familiar for comfort. “I just got the best deal on the local bird, bought you for a song, I hope you’re grateful.”
-
Tim never listened to the people around him pointing out his bad habits, like not getting enough sleep or taking care of himself in the least. He always ignored and it had been fine.
Until it wasn't and now he was stuck in the last sort of situation he had ever wanted to himself and really it was his own fault. To be fair, he's never passed out on roof top like this before or been kidnapped just to be auctioned off.
Searching Faces By Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams [WIP]
"I need your help," Tim says. "I need -" again, the liquid sloshes in his cup. He releases it to rub his hands over the fabric of his pants. "I need your help."
"Do you?" She is usually not the one approached for these sorts of things. Jason gets the calls, and Roy charms his way into information. She is merely a companion, one that most people stay away from. "What sort of help do you require, Tim Wayne?"
There’s a flinch, so minute anyone else would have missed it. He lets out a harsh breath and grabs for his drink once more. He yanks his mask down in one swift motion and brings the straw to his lips. He drinks like someone who hasn’t had water in days, with a single minded determination Kori has seen plenty of men use to go at bottles in dark lit bars.
His face is flushed. The red comes through in blotchy patches made worse by the stark white that splatters the lower left of his jaw. On his cheeks are two reddened slashes. They start at the corners of his lips and cut up towards his ears in diagonal lines.
"Sanctuary," he says, when his cup is empty and his mask is up once more. "I seek sanctuary."
-
In the aftermath of Joker's torture, Tim runs to the only place left he can think of.
Moss & Minnie By impravidus [Complete]
"Fuck."
"That’s not a nice word."
Tim’s head snaps up, his weapon drawn immediately. Sitting criss cross applesauce on his bed is… a little girl?
"Uh… how did you get in here?" Tim asks slowly.
She gives him an inquisitive look, clearly unbothered by the situation, and points at the ceiling. "Through the portal."
OR: When girl kid versions of Tim and Jason pop into their lives from another dimension, they have to learn how to be parents. After moving in together, co-parenting two little girls together, and accidentally forming a fake relationship, they somehow fall in love along the way.
The Bird and The Hood (FF | AO3) By Green4AllSeasons (FF | AO3) [WIP]
Jason Todd was the Robin that Tim Drake could never be. Sharp, ruthless, angry. Tim didn't know it was possible that he could hate another person so badly yet also desperately seek his approval. But then Jason died, and Tim was left to pick up the pieces. Now, nearly seven years later, Jason has returned with a mission. But he's different… Angrier. And Tim isn't so sure if he wants to know this Jason at all.
To See Through You By onesillygoose [Complete]
Jason and Tim realize that they are more alike than they thought. But they're both too stubborn to let the other one in. Can the two former Boy Wonders make things work between them? Or will pride get in the way?
Can I Steal A Kiss or Two? By stellewrites [Complete]
"Did you come with anyone tonight, Tim?"
Tim nodded and looked around for a moment before he jerked his head over to a young alpha in the center of the room. The dark-haired alpha had a strong arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a blonde beta woman and Jason watched as Tim winced when she lent in to kiss the alpha.
Jason winced in sympathy. That explains why the kid was necking the drinks like they were water.
"Why don’t you stick with me for the rest of the evening, huh? I’ll be much better company than either of them." he ducked his head to speak directly into Tim’s ear. "I haven’t got eyes for any other beta or even a ‘mega tonight, just you. Promise."
Jason grinned at the dark blush that spread down Tim’s neck.
-
Handmaids Tale-esc au with omega Tim finding his feet after being bought by alpha Jason and taken into his pack.
Time Bomb Town By Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou) [Complete]
In a world of scientifically proven psychic abilities, the practitioners - the so-called Talents - are called on to serve the public good. This is never more true than in Gotham, where the Wayne Parapsychic Institute works diligently for justice and peace in what is otherwise a mecca of rogue Talents. Bruce Wayne is one of the most powerful Talents on record; a Prime. So are all his children. All, that is, except for Tim Drake; a winged donkey to their high-flying Pegasus. Fed up with the constant reminders that he will never be able to catch up to their flight into the stars and beyond, he leaves.
Trying to put the shattered pieces of his life together, he comes across Jason Todd; former member of the Wayne Parapsychic Institute and a powerhouse in terms of Talent, alive in an asylum years after everyone assumed him dead.
Tim is determined to help Jason find a way back. Jason might end up teaching him a way forward.
tim: wait wait, hear me out
jason: you have 3 seconds til the beating resumes
tim: ok listen- you wanna hurt bruce right? like emotionally torture him?
jason: correct
tim: ok cool
jason: …cool?
tim: yes! you wanna hurt bruce, i have a rape kink…it's perfect!
jason:
tim: beating me up is so pedestrian! anyone could do that! it happens like twice a week, that's not gonna move bruce!
jason:
tim: but raping me…he'll be so horrified!
jason:
tim, dreamy eyed: I stumble home, my uniform ripped, covered in bruises, your cum dripping out of me…
once tim convinces him, jason plans to just rape him and leave. but it turns out tim is a /really/ good fuck, and apparently jason has this kink too, bc having tim fighting him and begging him is really fucking hot.
and really, what would hurt bruce more? his robin stumbling home violated, or his robin not coming home at all?
so while tim is still sprawled on the floor, fucked out and barely conscious, jason goes to the tower security room and messes with the camera footage. all he has to do is screw up the audio- the visual by itself looks awful, tim clawing and struggling and at one point trying to crawl away. watching this will fuck bruce up /bad/.
that done, jason goes back and grabs tim. he makes a questioning noise, not up to conversation yet, and jason slings him over one shoulder.
"you're coming with me," he says. "we're going somewhere a little more private so we can do this again"
tim passes out before they make it to jason's apartment, but that's okay…jason's more than happy to fuck him awake. they go another three rounds before jason gives tim any time to think.
when he does, tim props himself up on his elbows and looks around. "uh…where are we?"
jason takes a minute to just enjoy how hoarse the kid is, his voice totally wrecked from a combo of screaming and choking on jason's cock.
then he says, "my place."
"ok…and where is your place, exactly?" tim asks.
"doesn't matter," jason says. "you won't be leaving it."
tim stares at him.
"i got a stressful job and you're a good fuck," jason explains. "so i decided to keep you."
"you can't just keep me," tim says.
"who's gonna stop me?" jason asks. "you sure as hell can't."
tim tries not to moan. he knows he should argue but this is /so/ hot.
"that wasn't the deal," he says once he gets his libido under control. "i didn't agree to-"
jason laughs.
"funny thing about rape, timmy," he says. "the whole /point/ is that i don't need your consent." he gives tim's bruised cunt a little pat, just hard enough to send heat all through him. tim bucks, then whimpers at how bad the movement makes his whole body ache.
"it's /your/ kink, kid," jason says. "deal with it."
then he gets up and walks out, leaving tim alone in the bed…sore, exhausted, and massively turned on.
@/rainyrayrae: housewife fantasy meets sex slave fantasy… love that for him. tim takes to his new role so easily jason is almost suspicious! he doesn't even fight it, the next time jason comes home from "work" tim greets him on his knees at the door and warms his cock while he relaxes on the couch.
he looks practically euphoric as he slides jason's cock into his mouth and holds it there. clearly he was made to be a sex toy not a robin! he takes to being jason's whore so well, he loves it… he was just playing along to try and come up with an escape plan but it's just too good to give it up.
he sleeps in jason's bed naked now and never wears clothes that block access to his pussy (unless jason wants to rip them open). he's jason's cute little free use slut to dote on and take his sexual frustration and pent up aggression out on 💕
at first, tim feels a tiny bit guilty about abandoning his role as robin, so while jason's gone one day he goes through his files, planning to pull out intel he could send to bruce. except he finds all these notes jason's made to himself to track down an answer to /this/ question or solve /that/ logistical issue and tim's detective brain takes over.
four hours later he has no idea what jason's evil schemes are but he's come up with a plan to optimize production and distribution times in crime alley, and has also solved a murder jason's been investigating.
when jason comes home, tim presents the results of his work. and after being punished for snooping in jason's files without permission, he's very richly rewarded.
so tim is jason's housewife/sex slave when jason's home and gets to be a detective when jason's away! and bruce gets nothing, oops. ❤️
[@/rainyrayrae went OFF with all kinds of plot. the rest of this post is completely credited to xem, i contributed nothing else lol]
he also organizes jason's files! he bases it off the way jason organizes his books (which he is far more meticulous with than his case notes) so they're even organized in a way that makes sense to jason! tim is such a sweet and attentive little wifey even when he's trying to thwart jason's plans and gets sidetracked by his love for optimization and incessant need to solve any problem put in front of him.
to be fair, tim /does/ see where jason is coming from with his ideas. murder is extreme, but becoming a crime lord to directly control the drug trade in your local area so that it won't be sold to minors and won't be cut with harmful substances is basically just the logical extreme of harm reduction, and harm reduction is very well researched and proven to be effective!
plus, jason is still doing all the work a bat would do, solving murders and robberies, keeping a lookout for signs of rogue activity and stopping it before anyone can be hurt. if tim just… overlooks the murders… he doesn't mind being jason's oracle and problem solver being added to his housewife and sex slave duties!
he tells jason as much, too. leave me out of the murdering part as much as possible and i'll help with everything else. to him, this is harm reduction, too. solving problems for jason and nipping things in the bud reduces murders.
tim notices that jason is being more… not lenient, but more… something. he's offering clemency to first time offenders now. not to rapists and pedophiles and the like, but when he catches up to other criminals that break his rules or interfere with his business or hurt the people of crime alley, where before he'd kill most on the spot, he actually starts taking more to jail or just threatening them. if their justice system works for once and prison time sticks, good, if they get out, he keeps an eye on them. repeat offenders get kneecapped or worse depending on their crime! but they /live/ which is what tim cares about.
not that he actually values human life that much… he just wants jason to kill less. he can /see/ the toll it takes on him, sometimes. not for the most vile of offenders - jason seems lighter after those, like his resolve is strengthened but he knows it pains jason sometimes to think about all the average joe shmoes who just so happen to do crime he's killed. so anything tim can do to keep jason's body count from growing is a good thing, in his eyes… including doing the accounting and logistical work for the red hood's criminal empire.
it also occurs to him (somewhere around thinking about keeping jason's body count from rising and jealously thinking he wants to make sure his other /body count/ doesn't rise either) that being stress relief for jason probably keeps killings down too! he's doing such a good job at his half-forced half-self-imposed housewife/sex slave/second-in-command/jason wrangling duties!! he's going to get an a+ in being a mob wife, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
one day, while he's at home looking over some cases, batman and nightwing break in saying they're there to "rescue" him and they're so glad they finally found him and "are you hurt tim? can you walk?" and tim is like "oh, no i'm good here actually. i'm enjoying being a mob wife."
bruce wants to just drug him and take him out of there but dick stops him and uses the "sooting a victim" voice instead.
"tim," he says, "i know you think everything is fine, but you're being held captive, tim. you've likely developed stockholm syndrome. you know what that is right baby bird?"
"i'm a kidnapping victim not a traumatized ten year-old, dick," tim says drily. "hood told me what he brought me here for on the first day, i decided to play along since he's hot and good in bed and having sex with him certainly isn't a hardship, but within the first few days i realized that honestly being someone's live-in housewife and sex toy is infinitely more fulfilling than being robin ever was."
dick looks so pained, bruce looks angrier by the second.
"tim, he /raped/ you," dick says earnestly, "he's /still/ raping you every day. i know that hurts to hear, but-"
"he's never raped me," tim rolls his eyes, pulling up the security footage jason had saved from titan's tower (with audio intact), "even in titan's tower it was consensual."
he scrubs through the video to find the correct part and takes probably more pleasure than he should from watching dick and bruce's faces contort listening to tim offering up his "rape" scenario.
"yeah, he kidnapped me to make me his sex slave or whatever but like, he unshackled me on day three and stopped bothering with any security measures to keep me /in/ on week two. i go downstairs to get the mail every day. i walked to the convenience store the other day while he was gone - is that how you found me by the way? oh your facial expressions say /no/ haha - and he either didn't notice or didn't care. i could just… leave. if i wanted to. i just haven't because i'm having fun."
bruce's face has gone blank in that way it does when he doesn't know what he's feeling or how to express it (different from his "i know what i'm feeling and i don't like it" face). dick looks conflicted, which is interesting.
"you're only 15," dick points out, "you're underage, so it's at least /statutory/ rape…"
"hood is less than four years older than me," tim replies. after some quick mental math he adds, "he's turning 18 this february, so not only do we not fall under statutory rape laws, we also fall under new jersey's romeo and juliet laws! so no dice there dick."
"if you're /both/ minors then we could file a CPP report," dick points out.
"first of all, who's going to believe hood is only 17? our file on him estimated him at early to mid-20s, with 19 being a /generous/ lower bound. he isn't built like a 17 year old and he has a face that makes him look around 19 or 20."
"how do you know he isn't lying about his age?" bruce growls.
"he didn't tell me his age," tim replies, "i figured it out. i'm 100% certain he's 17. not that you'd be able to prove that to CPP. what are you gonna do anyway? send some poor hapless citizen over to an apartment where two minors are living and let them face the red hood unprepared?"
finally, bruce gets tired of waiting. he pulls out the sedative he'd prepared and braces to use it despite dick's protests.
"i wouldn't do that batman," a cold, mechanized voice rings out.
jason stands in full red hood uniform, guns drawn, conveniently already splattered with fresh blood for extra menace.
"if you get blood on the carpet you'd better bring home more hydrogen peroxide," tim tells him, "we're running low."
"don't worry baby, i already got a guy picking some up for us later today," jason replies jauntily, "set it up when i got the emergency beacon and checked the cameras."
"i'm taking you in, hood," bruce growls, "and i'm taking robin home with me."
tim can practically /feel/ jason roll his eyes.
"i've got guns and two of your kids here that i could aim at," jason says mildly. "throwing a batarang could cause me to misfire and hurt either one of them. i have the training to counter all your tricks. i've got the upperhand here bats. so let's make a deal."
"… what do you want?" bruce sounds defeated although he tries to mask it with anger.
"you let me walk free and i let you take tim home," jason starts, "under one condition."
tim bites his lip but says nothing - he doesn't want to leave jason… but he'll just have to trust he has a plan.
"what condition?" bruce grits out.
"you have a month to do all your prodding," jason starts, "send him to therapy. do drug tests, check for magic or brainwashing. whatever tim consents to. all that jazz. and at the end of the month, if the tests are all negative and the therapist says tim is stockholm free - you let tim decide where he wants to go. if he stays with you, fine, i won't interfere… but the second he comes to me? he's mine until he says otherwise. /he/ makes the choice. AND - the therapist has to be truly impartial. you cannot tell her any information beforehand other than that tim had a "traumatic" experience. no telling her about our night lives. let /tim/ do the talking and decide what to tell her."
bruce seems to roll this condition over in his mind.
"three months," he bargains.
"one month," jason stays staunch.
"two."
"one."
"/two/."
"just take the fucking one month b!" dick hisses at him, "it doesn't apply if tim /does/ have stockholm anyway."
"again, i would like to point out once more that i have /guns/," jason adds politely. he's clearly having /far/ too much fun.
"… one month," bruce concedes.
"and you can't just decide that you don't /believe/ the therapist at the end of the month if she tells you something you don't want to hear," jason adds, "if everyone says tim is good to go, you let him be free. bodily autonomy and all tht shit. it's important."
"you're keeping him as a sex slave!" dick looks appalled, "what do you care about bodily autonomy!"
"part of bodily autonomy is making the decision to give up your bodily autonomy when you want to," tim says serenely, "and i've decided that giving up my bodily autonomy is relaxing."
finally he stands from his seat and stretches.
"i'll pack my things," he says, "and we can start on our one month."
okay, so for therapy, bruce is fully prepared to ignore hood's specifications - to which tim reminds him that hood knows their identities and thus can stalk tim much more easily than he could stalk robin and he will /know/ if they don't uphold their end of the bargain. bruce sets up appointments with zatanna and j'onn for tim but spends too long vetting therapists - hoping to stall out the month to give him more time to try and catch and arrest the red hood, tim is sure.
zatanna and j'onn clear him quickly, his tox screens come back negative, even the hair sample bruce insisted on taking shows nothing, and hair can hold onto many drugs for up to three months. so no drugs, no magic, no brainwashing, either psychic or psychological. all that's left is the therapist.
halfway through the month tim gets a text letting him know that he has an appointment scheduled with a therapist in the narrows. no one in the manor scheduled it as bruce refused to let anyone else do it and the therapist certainly isn't on the list of /psychiatrists/ bruce had been looking over. tim knows full well who set the appointment up, not that he says as much.
he simply announces that he has an appointment, asks alfred to drive him, and refuses to tell bruce anything else. bruce put it off too long, he says. denying medical care of any kind is a form of child neglect bruce, he says.
bruce runs background checks. other than a juvenile record of pickpocketing and shoplifting, she's clean (not that he doesn't glare at the record anyway).
tim goes. the story he tells is as close as he can get without mentioning vigilante justice or bruce wayne. (he's certain the woman knows he's tim drake, who is currently being fostered by bruce wayne, but she's a professional vetted by the red hood himself, so he trusts she won't blab).
the story goes as follows: when tim was younger, he had a crush on a boy two years older than him. they never spoke but tim admired him a lot and wanted to know him. but the boy moved away before he got the chance. now the boy was back and he and tim had run into each other. tim decided to shoot his shot, so to speak. and he lucked out! the boy was receptive, and tim ended up losing his virginity to the boy.
they both enjoyed it a lot, tim didn't regret anything. they even played into some of tim's more taboo fantasies (tim doesn't elaborate, but he mentions rape roleplay to give /some/ context). the boy decided to take tim back to his place for more sex and tim impulsively decided to stay with the boy, essentially running away from home.
this left tim's foster family and friends all frantic with worry over what had happened to him, where he was, etc. but tim was caught up in his whirlwind "romance" with the boy. he loved the way the boy made him feel, loved how free and light and happy it all made him. he liked the sex, too, liked exploring his body, liked learning about sex and what he likes with his partner (who was almost equally inexperienced). but mostly he just… felt happy.
happier with the boy than he had felt in years. he was less stressed, less anxious. he didn't feel like he was under pressure to be the perfect son when he was with his boyfriend. he didn't feel pressured to pursue avenues and subjects he didn't enjoy and careers he didn't want. he felt fulfilled "playing house" with the boy, pretending to be his dutiful housewife (and sometimes his sex toy, tim adds, playing shy but delighted as he says it).
he explains that when he was younger he wanted to be a housewife and a mother so badly, but when he came out as a boy, suddenly those weren't options anymore. if he was going to be a boy, then he had to learn to be a man, and that meant "following in his father's footsteps" and learning to be the "man of a household" and how to run the family business… he hated it. he didn't understand why being a boy meant he couldn't be a housewife and a mommy.
when it came down to it, although it hurt, he knew being a boy was more important to him, so he said goodbye to his dreams to play dutiful son. he understood now why people said men can't be wives and mothers, but being with his boyfriend brought those old dreams back. it felt like reconnecting with something deeply important and intrinsic to who he was, something he had repressed and forgotten about.
but eventually, his family found him. and they weren't happy. but they weren't angry with him for running away. they were angry with his /boyfriend/ for "kidnapping" him. they insisted that tim had been brainwashed, that he had /stockholm syndrome/. they saw security footage of tim's first time with the boy, but the file was corrupted and lost audio. without audio it looked like the boy was raping him. tim emphasizes that having sex was /his/ idea and that the rape roleplay was /his/ fantasy, and how frustrated he is that his family doesn't believe that, that they think he must have been coerced into it.
and finally, for the most important part of the story:
tim mentions there's something important he had held back. he's from an upperclass background. bristol upperclass…. and the boy is from crime alley. his foster family aren't prejudiced at all, with his brother coming from a poor background and both his foster father and brother being minorities…. but they do have internalized prejudices they don't notice sometimes, and this is made worse by the fact that his boyfriend has a record - a pretty long one at that - and runs with gangs. tim fiercely says his boyfriend is protective of children and the members of his community and his gang affiliations don't matter to him.
he understands why his foster family doesn't like it, but he also hates that they won't let him talk to or see his boyfriend and he hates that they accuse him of all these crimes without getting to know him. he had some shitty experiences growing up and he hates rapists and abusers with a passion because of it and he'd never hurt tim like that without consent!
finally, having gotten his story out, the therapist nods. she asks a few questions, they schedule the next appointment in two days time (he only had 45 minutes after all, so his story took up most of the session) and she sleeps on all the information that was just dropped onto her.
when they meet again, here are her thoughts:
1) 15 and 17 are very young ages to be getting into such a serious relationship, especially one with such a heavy emphasis on transgressive sexual fantasies and kinky roleplay. for most kids his age, she'd be advocating for tim to never set foot in the same room as his boyfriend ever again. but… tim is mature for his age (she emphasizes that this is not a /good/ thing, because in this case it shows he was exposed to subjects he shouldn't have been from too young of an age). but she can't change how tim's brain developed, so it is what it is. tim is more mature for his age that he should be. and from the sound of it, so is his boyfriend.
2) tim and his boyfriend got caught up and made a stupid decision like all teens do. yes, tim's family and friends were worried, but no one was hurt, so no harm no foul on that one. a month's grounding, being restricted from seeing his boyfriend, and required therapy and other doctor's appointments was a reasonable punishment. lenient even, some would say. but if anything, this impulsive behavior was a good sign in a way! both of them matured too fast, both expected to be miniature adults… really they were overdue for some good old-fashioned teenage dumbassery.
3) they're both intelligent despite the evidence to the contrary. tim didn't go into graphic detail, but he did talk about BDSM and taboo sex acts in a way that showed he had put a lot of research into the topic, and spoke about precautions they took that implied his boyfriend researched the topic too or at least listened when tim spoke about it.
4) other than the roleplay, their sex was pretty normal. they didn't experiment with knives or asphyxiation or anything that could cause permanent damage. they didn't try anything they knew nothing about. the kinkiest they got (again, outside of roleplaying) was a set of cuffs tim could get out of in seconds. so really, not even particularly crazy in the grand scheme of things. maybe creating a relationship around it was unhealthy, but they'd built out from there and begun to make a solid foundation for what could be a very good relationship!
essentially, what it boils down to is that tim and his boyfriend are a little young for it, but in their situation, with who they are personally and their experiences and the way they've grown… their relationship seemed to be good for them. tim spoke extensively about how freeing it was, but he also mentioned how he could see his boyfriend grow less and less stressed, saw his violence - a trait trained into him, tim says, because the boy he knew before was kind and gentle - lessen, saw him begin to consider his actions more.
their relationship may not be conventional but it has /potential/. most importantly, tim isn't traumatized from the experience and he definitely doesn't have stockholm syndrome - not that she expected that in the first place considering how rare it is. they have a few more sessions talking everything out.
tim leaves her at the end of the month feeling good, feeling bettered for having spoken to someone about his thoughts and feelings. he cheerfully tells bruce and dick that they should try it some time!
bruce, of course, hates the prognosis: that tim has GAD, mild depression, CPTSD from childhood neglect and other traumas unrelated to his boyfriend, and, most importantly, definitely not stockholm syndrome.
tim has a clean bill of health. it's been a month. the deal is finished and what tim does next is up to him. and next… tim files for emancipation. he gets his appointment and he gets emancipated very easily to be honest. he doesn't even need to grease the wheels so to speak with money or anything. his credit and debit card records from age 10 onwards show he's responsible with money. his diverse stock portfolio along with the assets and money left behind by his mother and the trust fund waiting for him all show that he is financially stable and will continue to be so. (and also show he's weird as hell because what 15 year old has a stock portfolio??)
he has continued education and future housing provided. he's mature and intelligent… and his father is possibly permanently comatose and if he ever wakes up he might be permanently disabled. so. really there was almost no way he wouldn't get emancipation. tim does make it clear to the press when they ask that bruce did nothing wrong - tim has just been mostly independent for the last 6 years. and he's already spent 15 years with a dad. he doesn't need a new one. (really he doesn't need one at all. jack was never much of a father anyway.)
finally, almost two months after the bats and the hood made their deal, tim disappears from the bats' radar (with a jaunty salute to a nearby security camera before crushing every single tracker on him and detonating a small EMP over himself just in case). he pops up on hood's radar instead.
or, more accurately, jason comes home to his current apartment (a different one than the little sex dungeon he spirited tim away to first) to a hot dinner wrapped and waiting on the table and tim on the couch in nothing but one of jason's shirts, his cunt on display, ready and waiting.
tim spent most of his time at the manor furiously masturbating and being devastatingly horny and miserable and missing jason (and jason's cock). he took to torturing dick and bruce with his schlicking noises, waiting until alfred was out or on the opposite side of the house to let himself get loud - but not too loud, that'd give away the game.
he'd spread his legs and let the sloppy sounds of his pussy fill the room while he fingerfucked himself and moaned for the red hood. bruce and dick had /both/ burst into the room at least once when he did this, thinking the red hood was actually there, railing tim into oblivion.
neither had been able to meet his eyes for most of the month, especially not dick after the time tim managed to cram four fingers inside himself and accidentally squealed as he came. dick had burst in and seen tim squirt so hard it arched across his bed and splattered the hardwood floor. dick was mortified. tim thought it was hysterical after he was finished being mortified, too.
all this to say, his pussy isn't back to virgin tightness, but there's only so much you can do with nothing but fingers. jason sees that pink pussy, recently shaved, so soft and inviting and begging to be bruised. and immediately he's hard.
he pulls his cock out as he apprpaches the couch. he sees tim is asleep so he tests how out of it he is by letting his hardening cock flop against tim's face. he smears precum over tim's cheeks, glosses his lips, slips the tip into tim's mouth just to enjoy the way tim instinctively suckles whenever jason does that. tim is definitely down for the count.
jason gingerly lifts tim's thighs and slots between them, his erection sliding against tim's pussy, pulling a breathy, sleepy whimper from him. he grasps tim by the hips… and rams in in one go. tim might not be virgin tight again but his slim fingers didn't do much for stretching his cunt.
tim wakes up squealing, tight enough for it to burn but stretched enough for the burning to just make everything far more intense and erotic. he struggles beneath jason instinctively, and jason moans.
"love it when you struggle for me baby," he says.
tim pauses, recognizing the voice, then his struggles renew, far less serious this time. he's speared open on jason's cock, pinned to the counch beneath his heavy weight, every thrust a moment of pleasured agony as his fake struggling slows, his eyes rolling back, his toes curling.
jason reaches around, but rather than touch tim's clit, he slides fingers inside of tim alongside his cock and tim knows exactly what's coming. he relaxes in anticipation, he cants his hips. two thick fingers begin to stimulate the little bundle of nerves that it tim's g-spot.
he almost sobs at the sensation of jason stimulating his g-spot and his cervix at the same time. it's so overwhelming in the best way possible. when he cums, it's with fat tears running down his face as he squirts /hard/. he's under jason so it can't arc, but he hears it hit the pleather couch and splatter loudly like he'd shot it with a water pistol.
jason laughs and keeps abusing his sensitive nerve endings, even as tim squirts twice more, though both with far less liquid. tim begs him to stop, crying and overstimulated, but no safeword ever crosses his lips, even when jason asked if he needed to use it. tim loves overstimulation like that.
finally, jason hilts himself inside of tim and cums, long and hard. he'd jerked off during tim's absence but not nearly as much as tim had. he's pent up and it shows in the way he stays hard after his first orgasm, steadily rutting his hips as he rides out the sensitivity to his cock.
he brings a boot up onto the couch as this escalates to animalistic humping. tim's sniffling and hitching sobs and spasming pussy can get him off any day, but this time what does him in is when tim leans in and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to his filthy boot.
he splatters tim's pussy with another fat load and stays buried in his warmth until his cock stops twitching and finally softens.
he's even grosser and sweatier now than he was when he entered the house. he showers off the filth and changes into loose gym shorts, then heads to the kitchen for his food. it only needs a moment in the microwave to heat it, still mostly lukewarm. finally, he sits down next to tim's head. tim is still sprawled out and sloppy and dripping cum. he's just barely not laying in his own wet spot. he looks content.
"food's good," jason tells him, "thanks baby."
tim makes a vague noise of happiness. "glad you like it," he slurs, "wanted to give you a good welcome home."
"you were perfect," jason says, reaching down to run his hand through tim's sweat soaked hair. "my good little wifey, waiting up for me with dinner on the table and your pussy all ready for me. if you welcomed me home like that at least once a week for the rest of our lives i'd die a happy man."
"at least once a week?" tim asks, amused. he's coming up from his cumdrunk high. "thanks for setting realiztic expectations. i'd probably be anxious if you said every day."
"baby if you did this every day i'd die within the year," jason laughs.
"well i'm too young to be a widow, so you'll have to settle for as often as i can," tim replies sweetly, scooching forward to rest his head in jason's lap.
"although i do look good in black," he adds mischievously.
"but you look best in /my/ clothes," jason purrs in response.
"hmm, you know, i look pretty good in white too," tim says batting his eyelashes, "or red, for that matter."
"white or-" jason's eyes widen. they darken as he obviously realizes what tim means.
"you gonna be my little wife for real timmy?" he asks, tone turning serious.
"i've wanted to be a housewife since i was seven years old," tim says, "and i've wanted to be /jason todd's/ wife since i was eleven. i want to be a bride."
jason stares down at him intently. tim wonders if he should have showered and dressed before they spoke about this.
but. well. half naked and soaked in sweat and their combined spend is how he'd like to spend the rest of his life. too late now anyway.
"red it is then," jason finally says, "no way is my little whore wearing white on his wedding day."
tim feels a jolt of arousal at the degradation, but it's a distant ache, one he can ignore. he finally drags himself into a sitting position and leans up to kiss jason properly.
"i can't wait," he murmurs. jason smiles at him, surprisingly soft and sappy.
yes, tim is /very/ glad for the spark of ingenuity that led him to offer himself up to jason in the tower that day (and for the chutzpah only a detrimentally horny teenage boy could pull off that allowed him to say the words without shame).
this was written in response to the following part of @/rainyrayrae's response to the titan's tower cnc/kidnapping post:
he'd spread his legs and let the sloppy sounds of his pussy fill the room while he fingerfucked himself and moaned for the red hood. bruce and dick had /both/ burst into the room at least once when he did this, thinking the red hood was actually there, railing tim into oblivion
i'm laughing imagining the reverse of this… bruce and dick hear tim moaning red hood's name and are like "tim's jerking off to thoughts of a crime lord :|" and just avoid that hallway for a few hours.
but /actually/ red hood is in tim's room fucking him stupid!
this is funniest if tim doesn't yet know the red hood is jason.
tim snuck a literal /crime lord/ into /batman's house/ just because he was horny. he has no idea hood knows that he's robin. as far as he knows, hood thinks this is some kind of stupid rich kid teenage rebellion!
@/rainyrayrae: oh my god i totally missed this, this is fucking hilarious holy fuck 😂😂😂
jason just decides that fucking robin is a /way/ better revenge than beating him up. he can't wait to see the look on bruce's face when he finally finds out what's been happening right under his nose
jason doing everything he can to make tim scream as loud as possible… he's hoping so hard that one of these days bruce will be moved to come check on tim and walk in on them… he keeps his holsters on just in case and it only turns tim on more
@/rainyrayrae: he needs to get tim to say something that'll make bruce pause and go "hold on. is there. actually someone /with him/? is the /literal red fucking hood/ in my home???"
jason experiments for ages (bruce just believes tim has a wild imagination) before finally hitting on what does it: making tim beg him to slow down and then /stopping/. tim goes from begging to sputtering "not /that/ slow" and it's just a little too real for bruce to ignore.
@/rainyrayrae: skfjsjfjdjd BRUCE NO OH MY GOD. he's in denial so hard. bruce how the fuck can you listen to your adopted son beg a man to breed him and think "damn that kid has a vivid imagination. maybe i should restrict his internet access…. no probably too late for that."
when he does finally figure it out and bursts in on them, demanding hood stop, tim is fucking /livid/. jason has been teasing him and edging him for ages! he is going to cum today or so help him he is going to /boil bruce's teeth/.
in bruce's defense, tim is very sneaky and very good at keeping secrets. it was hard to believe he'd successfully sneak a man into the manor and then ruin it by screaming his name (and other things).
jason's delighted. bruce's face is even better than he thought it'd be.
even better is the way tim snaps at him that he's /busy/, thanks!
"busy with a murderer," bruce says. unbelievably, hood hasn't paused in fucking tim. he's still pounding into him, shameless in his helmet and holsters. "i'm going to call the police now. mr. hood, i suggest you-"
he doesn't get to finish his threat before hood draws a gun and points it right at him.
"you're not gonna call the police." he says. "you're gonna stand right there and watch me fuck your little boy."
alarmed, tim starts to sit up, but hood pushes him back down, holding him against the mattress with a hand around his throat. it's /really fucking hot/. tim moans, all thoughts of protest forgotten.
bruce disagrees (strongly!) but he has to be cautious now there's a gun in play.
"i'd rather not," he says almost politely.
hood laughs. he wasn't planning on turning this into a reveal, but maybe the opportunity is too good to resist.
"oh?" he asks. "then maybe i should've said stay there and watch me fuck your little /robin/ instead."
[usually i indent for other people's responses, but the below is super long so the part where i took over again is marked by @/zabbaz]
@/rainyrayrae: when bruce goes to his batman persona, since his cover is clearly blown, and begins to protest hood being there again, asking tim what the hell he's doing and how hood knows their identities, tim protests that he didn't tell hood and he didn't give anything away! jason of course, laughs and says he already knew their identities and being handed robin on a silver platter was just an opportunity he couldn't pass up!
this makes tim feel much better, although it certainly doesn't do the same for bruce.
as for why tim kept bringing him over and being so blatant about it…
"i wasn't even hiding it!" tim manages to get out between moans. bruce, unarmed, unarmored, and unwilling to leave tim alone with hood, is highly uncomfortable by the way he's essentially being forced to watch them have sex.
"i just thought he was hot!" tim forces out, "and you guys never said anything even though i /know/ you heard me! i figured you didn't care."
frankly this might be the best fucking moment of jason's life, if he's honest. bruce's face is completely hysterical. the little goody-two-shoes robin is impaled on his cock and willingly so, just because he was hot to trot for a fuckin crime lord.
"why on earth did you think i would be okay with this?"
bruce sounds so goddamn tired when he asks. batman voice dropped for the disappointed father one.
"y-you fuck catwoman on the regular!" tim says accusingly. his voice is getting reedier as he gets closer to orgasm.
"catwoman has never /killed/ anyone," bruce protests.
"talia!" tim snaps back. bruce doesn't have a comeback for that one.
"and- and dick fucks deathstroke the t-terminator every time he's on the e-east coast!" tim adds, "and you never say anything about tha-aat!"
"i wasn't /aware/ of that," bruce says, alarmed, "but dick and i will be having words, i assure you."
"and he'll say the s-s-same thing!" tim says, "which is that you're a f-fuckin hypocrite!"
jason finally allows himself to laugh at the absolute absurdity of the entire situation. bruce gives him a full force batglare which is far less intimidating when the man is in a smoking jacket and slippers and also, y'know, being held at gunpoint. while jason is /fucking his son/. tim just moans at the feeling of jason's laughter jolting him, which makes bruce glare harder.
"not that witnessing your shit parenting isn't fucking hilarious, but i'd like to get back to fucking your son now, if it's all the same to you," jason says, maliciously gleeful, "and i think he feels the same."
"yes!" tim shouts, "please just get the fuck out b, lecture me later, i don't /care/ just let me get off in peace already! i can't cum if you're looming there!"
"is that a challenge baby?" jason teases, "because if you want me to try harder i certainly can."
"no way!" tim whines, "it's bad enough you always get me to say all sorts of nasty stuff when b can hear it i'm not gonna cum while he can /see/ me, too."
jason chuckles at the assertion, his gun moving to follow bruce even when he isn't looking directly at the man.
"don't think you can get the jump on me daddybats," he says, "i've got the training to see you moving old man."
bruce practically snarls at that. god it's so good to see batman like this - helpless, unsure what to do without escalating the situation and potentially getting himself or his son hurt.
"b, if he wanted to hurt me… uh. without my consent… he would have by now," tim manages to gain enough wherewithal to say this, "i'll be /fine/. please leave. i d-don't feel comfortable with you here."
jason finally pauses. the little bird sounds… actually kind of upset. shit. he's not sure when he started to care about tim's comfort but… fuck it, consent is important.
"do you want me to stop?" jason murmurs gently. tim looks surprised which is hurtful but… fair enough.
"no," tim says emphatically. he looks back to his mentor, wrapping his legs more tightly around jason so he can't pull out.
"bruce, right now the only person violating my autonomy and doing something without my consent is /you/. so get out of my fucking room and stop watching teenage boys have sex!"
that, apparently, is finally too much for bruce. the man flees.
jason gives a low whistles as he turns on the safety of his gun and reholsters it.
"that was fucking ruthless little bird," he says. really the whole thing turned out even better than he could have imagined. "seriously i'm impressed. making the batman turn tail and flee? that's hot."
tim squirms.
"please," he says, "please i just wanna get off. please i'm so fucking turned on it hurts, let me cum, please, i wanna fuckin squirt on your cock again, it felt so good last time."
"god i love your filthy fuckin mouth," jason replies as he obliges, beginning to fuck into tim again. "such a good little slut robin."
tim lets out a high-pitched whine, clenching down on jason.
"yeah, you like that baby?" he croons, "you wanna be the red hood's little slut robin?"
"yes, yes, yesyesyes, please, make me your slut robin, i'll be so good for you, i promise," tim babbles, "i'll be a good little cumdumpster sidekick, just there to look cute in my spandex tights and be a set of holes for you to use."
"damn baby, you've fantasied about that, huh?" jason laughs, fucking into tim harder. "am i special or do you think about the big bad bat and 'wing like that, too?"
tim shudders and shakes his head in an emphatic no.
"just you," tim moans, "b and wing are too nice. they wouldn't treat me like a proper h-whore, if they'd even touch me at all. you'd treat me s-so good though, i just know it. you'd let me be a good little fucktoy and cumdump and ashtray and /breeding whore/ and anything else you f-fuckin wanted."
jason couldn't help the way his thrusts became shorter, harder, near animalistic as he rutted into tim's sloppy, wet pussy. he fucked into the little robin like a beast, tim's words playing on repeat.
he grasped at tim's hips and tilted them, dragging them into positions until he found the angle that always made tim squeal. any more babbling from tim was replaced with breathy little whorish moans and whines. sliding harshly against tim's g-spot and ramming into his cervix with every thrust until finally tim came with a loud moan, body spasming beneath jason as he, indeed, squirts, soaking jason's cock and his cargo pants and the bed beneath them.
hood, as always, fucks him through it, seeming to relish in the way the over sensitivity made tim cry, hands scrabbling uselessly against jason's back.
"say it again little bird," he purrs, still fucking into tim, as hard as ever, although he's kind enough to lay off the poor thing's cervix… for now. "tell me what you're gonna be for me," jason murmurs.
tim gasps, eyes widening as he understands the request.
"i'm gonna be your litttle s-slut robin," he moans loudly.
jason hilts himself in tim's warmth one final time as he comes with a low groan, flooding that pretty little cunt with his cum.
"you take it so well little robin," he murmurs.
tim whines, hips bucking in response to the praise. and how can jason resist reaching down and pinching that little swollen clit until tim cums again, eyes rolling back into his head.
finally, once time is limp on the bed, fucked out and trembling, jason pulls out.
he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of the little bird, grinning under his helmet when tim opens one hazy eye, sees what he's doing, and spreads his legs further apart so he can get a better picture. he really is a good little slut robin.
normally jason just leaves without preamble but tim has been so good for him today, that this time he fetches a wash cloth and wets it so he can wipe tim's sweatyy skin down, clean up his sticky thighs and matted pubic hair. tim looks up at him with adoring eyes that make him feel like a god.
he can't stay long - tim's silence will be a dead giveaway that jason is done with him - but he doesn't regret lingering to take care of the little bird a bit. he even pulls a pair of soft briefs over tim's legs, gently patting his crotch. admittedly that action is more selfish - he likes the idea of tim keeping his cum inside him, especially while he's talking to bruce - but still, he's good to his birdie.
with any luck, as they are right now will soon escalate, and tim will become his on a more /permanent/ basis. that hadn't been his plan when he decided to follow the little birdie home the first time, but after this there's no way he isn't keeping tim. that's his little slut robin now, no matter what bruce has to say about it.
@/zabbaz: Obsessed with this… and with the image of Tim going to talk to Bruce still with Hood's cum in him!!!
Obviously the conversation goes terribly. Tim refuses to feel remorse for fucking a crime lord in the manor, just keeps pointing out Bruce's hypocrisy. He also refuses to promise to stop seeing him, even when Bruce repeatedly brings up that Hood /knows who they are/.
In fact, Tim keeps insisting that's proof of Hood's good intentions. It's been ages they've been hooking up, and even apparently knowing he was Robin the whole time, Hood never hurt him except in ways he begged for. And how easy would it have been for Hood to hurt or even kill Bruce, when he was at home and off-guard and unsuspecting?
And yet even today, when Hood literally was pointing a gun at him, all he did was mock and threaten him! Clearly Hood doesn't mean the bats any harm!
Bruce can't get through to him. Finally, in exasperation, he tells Tim he's grounded and benched from patrol (since apparently his judgment regarding villains can't be trusted) then walks away to tighten the manor's security. Of course, he can only cut off ways /in/ to the manor- it'd be too dangerous to cut off any of the emergency escape routes. Which means they both know he can't keep Tim in the manor against his will.
(Short of putting him in a cell in the cave, and even that might not work! They have no idea how Hood knows who they are, for all they know he knows how to get into the cave too!)
Sure enough, as soon as Bruce goes out on patrol and Alfred is sufficiently distracted, Tim slips out of the manor to seek out Hood.
…Who is absolutely expecting him, and has been amusing himself by debating whether Bruce'll bench Tim (to keep him away from Hood) or drag him along (to keep an eye on him).
Jason was actually kinda rooting for the second option- he /loved/ the idea of running into them on patrol and making Tim get on his knees to suck him off right there in front of the bat- but this is good, too. Little Timmy seeking him out all alone, still dressed as a civilian, even /knowing/ that Hood knows who he is. He wondered after he left whether Tim might balk, if the talk of being Hood's little slut robin was hot in the moment but would be frightening in retrospect… but no, here he is, seeking Hood out even /knowing/ his father/mentor disapproves.
"You sneak out?" Jason asks. Tim nods.
"B's not happy," he says.
Jason laughs. "He never is, is he? But I am."
He strokes Tim's cheek, making him shiver. He knows Tim likes feeling Hood's gloves against his skin, even when they stink of gunpowder like they do now. (Jason wasn't idle waiting for Tim to find him.)
"What a good little slut," Hood coos, "running away to get fucked. You're already in trouble, so there's no harm if I keep you all night, is there? What should I do with all that time?"
"Anything," Tim says. He's so wet already, just from Hood's hand on his face and his mechanized voice calling him a slut. "Anything you want."
"Good answer," Hood says. He unbuckles Tim's belt and unzips his jeans, slipping one hand past his briefs to sink his fingers into Tim's dripping cunt. Tim whines and clutches Hood's jacket for balance. "Now, show me how fast you can cum."
With Hood fingering him rough and sloppy, the answer is /very/. It's no time at all before Tim is sobbing out his orgasm, knees weak, Hood the only thing keeping him upright.
"That's right," Hood says. "So easy for me, aren't you? You're always so wet when I touch you. I don't even have to try."
"S-seeing you's enough," Tim says, breathless and shaking.
"Little whore," Hood says, but it's affectionate. "We're going to my place."
Tim moans, aroused just by the thought. They've never gone anywhere near any of Hood's safehouses, it's always just been the manor. He knows it's probably just so they won't be interrupted, now that Bruce knows, but it still feels like a big step. Like Hood might've been serious earlier about making Tim his for real.
"Can you walk?" Hood asks, making Tim moan again. In the past that's sometimes been an indicator of what Hood has planned (aka fucking Tim until he /can't/ walk), and even though it's a serious question this time, Tim's hardwired to react to it with arousal.
"Pathetic," Hood says, fondly. "Can't even hear a simple question without needing to be fucked, can you? But as long as you're a good boy for me, I'll give you what you need."
"Please," Tim says. Then he forces himself to let go of Hood's jacket and stand on his own two feet. "I can walk."
"Good." Hood gives Tim's clit a little parting pinch, making him squeak, and then finally pulls his hand out of Tim's briefs. "Follow me."
He doesn't give Tim time to straighten his clothes, leaving him to hurriedly zip his jeans and then follow with his belt still hanging loose. It's careless, but feels like a declaration. Like Hood is deliberately inviting anyone watching to see how he's used and is going to use Tim. It's arousing, like /everything/ about Hood is. Tim's totally gone on him… if that weren't obvious from him sneaking out of the manor to follow Hood to an unknown secondary location.
He's not thinking about that while he follows Hood, but he maybe should be. Jason hasn't decided yet whether he'll let Tim leave in the morning. He does like the idea of keeping, /really/ keeping Tim… and if the bat protests, well, Jason can always threaten to reveal his identity. He knows them, but they still don't know him.
He's got all the cards… and a pretty little slut of a Robin to keep him warm. Things are going exactly Jason's way. ❤️
@/rainyrayrae: in the end, he doesn't even have to make a decision! tim gets up the next morning, pulls out the heavily encrypted laptop he'll be doing his classes and schoolwork from (and yes, he tested it to make sure no one would be able to find it except babs, and even then he'd get a warning before she figured out his location) and makes it clear to jason that he's not leaving until jason kicks him out.
he's not even trying to make a declaration or anything - in his mind, he's just a rebellious teen running off to live with his boyfriend (probably not the best term for hood, but the best he can think of for their situation without making it sound like someone should call the cops). he's pretty sure hood isn't much older than him anyway, from what he's figured out so it's not like he's a 15 y/o living with his 25 y/o groomer!
he's a 15 y/o live-in fucktoy staying with a 17-19 y/o drug lord! … actually, bruce would probably prefer the run of the mill 25+ y/o creep, since he could just call the cops in that case, whereas with hood the cops might get killed. oh well, if bruce wanted normal kids he shouldn't have raised a bunch of child soldiers. these are his exact words when jason inevitably questions why he's using /this/ as his teenage rebellion instead of say. smoking cigarettes. or at least having sex with other sidekicks instead of crime lords!
jason finds the response /hilarious/ and thinks bruce kind of deserves it. he also finds out during that conversation that tim didn't really /want/ to be robin but felt he had no choice. and now he regrets spending all those years essentially parenting bruce instead of being a dumb kid like he deserved to be.
he doesn't regret being robin, but he regrets that he didn't ask bruce to find a healthier coping mechanism than making a teenage boy his surrogate mother.
is his teenage rebellion extreme? yeah. but if he hadn't gotten hood ro fuck him that day, his plan b was finding someone willing to sell him cocaine. or maybe just stealing it from black mask or the cops or something. good sex seems like a much more fun form of teenage rebellion than drugs. safer too, as ironic as that is.
so yeah, slut robin sounds like way more fun.
he'd rather be in those tights so hood could rip the crotch open and use him like a living fleshlight than be in those tights to fight some weirdo in a themed costume.
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