I just realized I never properly introduced myself here. I am Cait, I go by she/her but feel free to use whatever. I have been on tumblr for over 12 years (the overall internet even longer). This is a side blog so if you ever see my main ... no you didn't.
I am mainly a JayTim lover but I do ship all the batboys with each other because why not. Back in '22 I finally worked up the courage to start posting fics over on AO3. Now were many fics down and I truly thank everyone who as taken the time to read any of them. If you're new to my stories please be aware that not all of them may be everyones cup of tea and that's okay.
This is just a friendly reminder to all that this blog is an 18+ space. Things can and will get a little unhinged here. This is also a very safe space for any and all things so negativity is not welcome.
The smell of acetone burned Jasonās nose. As it did every few weeks they did this. Timās couch was soft, his back sinking into the plush cushions. His heart kicked at the sight of his bare nails. Just there under each nail bed was a dark line. On every single finger.
No amount of scrubbing or cutting the nail as low as he could rid the lines from him. They sat as a reminder, taunting him of one of his worst moments. Dying in an explosion was a cake walk compared to awakening in a coffin. Frantically clawing at the wood inches from his nose.
Jason could never forget the smell, the taste of the dirt that crumbed from the split wood. How warm and slick his blood had been as it poured from his broken skin. Even after, when his mind had cleared and his body cleansed. The lines remained.
Gloves helped, though he found it difficult to wear them during the warmer months of the year. Still he endured it, keeping his fingers covered at all times. When he and Tim had started their rendezvous they stayed on. Only coming off if the lights were dimmed or completely off.
Nearly a year had gone by before he built up the courage to show Tim. Tim whose face remained neutral even as he kissed each individual finger nail. All while tears silently trekked down Jasonās cheeks.
Timās solution to Jasonās predicament: nail polish. He had run to the bathroom and returned with a small makeup bag. Inside where dozens of bottles of polish of all different colors. Jason chose black, simple and dark enough to fully cover the lines. Tim smiled, twisting off the cap after he shook it, he gently held Jasonās palm as he swiped the polish on.
Now every few weeks or when the polish chipped too much from their vigilante work, Tim would remove the old and repaint his nails. Sometimes Tim would take a nail polish marker or two and badly draw little designs.
Tonight was no exception. Jasonās hand rested on Timās knee as the smaller man leaned over it. His hair tied back from his face giving Jason a full view of the tip of his tounge poking out from his lips. The black polish had dried and now Tim was putting a layer of red crackle polish atop it. He glanced at his finished hand noting the clean work.
āThere!ā Tim smiled triumphantly twisting the cap on the crackle polish before he softly blew on the wet nails. āTry not to touch anything for twenty minutes.ā
Rolling his eyes Jason huffed, āI know baby. Donāt have to remind me.ā He yelped when Tim stood, shoved Jason further into the couch and bit the side of his throat.
Tim pulled back with a wink and gathered the nail supplies to put away. Jason growled in faux anger. Tim shushed him and rounded the corner into the bedroom out of sight.
Jasonās head rolled back and forth until he lifted a hand to stare at the black peaking through the cracked red on his nails. He narrowed his eyes bringing his hand closer to his face to inspect his middle finger.
This nail was all black but instead of red crackle there sat a crudely draw bat, Jasonās red bat. Jason snorted a smile playing on his face. A hand carding though his hair stole his attention. Tim held his face as he leaned down to kiss Jason. āMmm, love you.ā Jason mumbled against them.
āI love you more.ā Tim nuzzled his nose along Jasonās.
Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to knowā¦
What is your AO3 user ID?
Iām an OG user 5 digits or less
Six figures baby!
Iām in the millionsā¦
Remaining time: 3 days 11 hours
Iām so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!
āGood evening Gotham, tonightās top story: Jack and Janet Drake have once again increased the reward for any information leading to the return of their son, Timothy. The seventeen year old was last seen nearly a month ago now buying a drink from a corner store. If you see or know anything please contact the GCPD, all calls will remain anonymous!ā
Jason shifted the duffle bag on his shoulder as he stood behind two nuns who whispered while they shook their heads at the tv screen. He cleared his throat causing them both to jump.
The younger of the two scurried away while the older woman looked him up and down. āCan I help you, son? Bit old to be an alter boy.ā
Chucking Jason just smiled, āNo, I mean yes. My name is Jason Todd. Someone must have called about my arrival, Iām the new priest.ā
āSister Sue.ā Sue held out her hand shaking Jasonās with a firm grip he didnāt expect of someone her age. āYouāre too young to be a priest. Follow me.ā
Jason stayed a step behind her. āSo Iāve been told. We all start somewhere though.ā She led him up a hidden stair case behind an old wall up to an apartment behind the church.
Sue unlocked the door, setting the key on the small dining table. āWell, itās bare bones but surely youāll find a way to make it feel like home.ā Jason set his bag down on the coffee table and inspected the apartment. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living space, all small but doable for a single man. āDonāt loose the key! Itās the only one weāve got.ā
Jason nodded the tv catching his eye, his reflection distorted in the black frame. āSister!ā Sue poked her head around the door she was in the middle of closing. āThe missing boy you were watching when I first arrived. Should we say a prayer for him? The family?ā
Sue shook her head as she strolled up to pat Jason on the shoulder. āIāll say my penance later tonight, God forgive me. Father, letās not be naive now. Not everyone deserves a prayer in this city. Youāll learn that quick.ā
āI was born and raised in this city, sister.ā Jason said coldly. āI may have tired to run but God has brought me back for a reason.ā
With a short hum Sue pursed her lips. āThen you know the rich would never do the same for anyone like us.ā With that she turned on her heel, the door roughly clicked shut leaving Jason in the middle of the apartment blinking at the cracked paint on the walls.
Apparently some people still need to hear this so: using an 'ai checker' is still using ai. If you are feeding someone's fic to one of these checkers, you will still not be sure their fic is ai because they are not 100% accurate, but you can be 100% sure that you are using ai. For fic. Furthermore you are doing the work of an ai scraper for them. You are, personally, feeding the machine. There is no actual excuse for using an ai checker on fanfic as a hobby. YOU are the problem.
If you think a fic is ai, mute it and move on. That's it. That's all you do.
sladick is peak bc its like. what if you were fucking your close friends dad. and also he was objectively a horrible person. and also he tried to kill you and your friends before. and also hes an intentional parallel to your not-quite-dad. and also hes obsessed with you
Deeply dangerous for me to see jokes about Tim being a DARE kid and being against drugs and underage drinking while Jason straight up offers him beer while they're both underage because then I start thinking about Jaytim dubcon intox kink. Jason pressure that boy into downing a shot. Jason can you hear me you should lean in to kiss him and surprise shotgun him.
Iām mixing that late night thought of Jason muzzled with this mornings druggie Tim.
Jasonās muzzled by Tim as a punishment, heās learned by now to sit there like a good boy and accept it. Timās modified this mask to include a ball gag and it wonāt unlock until the timer set runs out. Any other attempts to remove it are ment with electric shocks.
Bruce sent him undercover to get evidence of a drug ring theyāve been trying to bust for months. Tim takes his undercover work super seriously so when the target crime boss offers Tim some cocaine, Tim just bats his long lashes and snorts up four lines. Cut to hours later Tim stumbles back to the nest. Heās struggling to strip out of his outfit and pauses when he sees Jason.
Jason whoās been kneeling on the floor in the living room right where Tim left him. Wearing just boxers and the half mask. Coke makes Tim horny as hell so he starts saying out loud how heās gonna use Jason to get off. Tim plops his naked self into Jasonās lap straddling it.
Tim starts kissing the mask growing frustrated he canāt remove it to taste Jasonās lips. Tim gets more pissed when he finds a chastity belt under Jasonās boxers. Tim frantically starts grinding against Jasonās thigh cursing Jason as if heās the one who did this on purpose. Heās whining and drooling while one hand jerks himself off and the other is tangled in Jasonās curls pulling tightly.
Jason sits there eyes narrowed but doesnāt bother to move, leaving his arms crossed behind his back. The gag in his mouth makes it hard to say anything besides an occasional grunt. Tim finally finishes almost forty minutes later, painting Jasonās tits white with his release.
Tim falls back on his ass, eyes wide and glassy as they follow each drop of his come slide down Jasonās chest where it pools below his belly button. After a few moments of silence the sound of the mask unclicking echos off the walls. Tim freezes his chest rising and falling as his breathing increases.
Drool pours down Jasonās chin as he pushes the gag out with his tongue, the mask clattering to the hard wood. Jason cracks his neck as he stretches his swore jaw. When his eyes lock with Timās he mouths ārunā as he stands, ignoring the pain from his knees.
Now Tim is slow when heās high, his movements uncoordinated. He trips over his own feet nearly a dozen times before he begins to actually run. Tim makes it as far as the bedroom doorway before Jason has him by the waist.
Jason bends Tim over the bed, holding him down by his head as he takes whatever he wants from Tim. Soon enough the first orange rays of sunlight peer through Timās curtains. Jason and Tim are laying on their backs, out of breath and covered in come, spit, lube, blood even that Tim doesnāt know whoās it is or where it came from.
āTell Bruce he can go undercover next time. I donāt want you setting foot in that place again.ā Jason growls.
Tim rolls his eyes, āFuck you Jason. Iām the best at this work.ā He moves to get up but is pinned down when Jason climbs over him.
Jason squeezes Timās face between his fingers. Glaring down into Timās now clear eyes, though they are rimmed red and the bags under them deep and dark. āI said no, Tim.ā
Tim smiled innocently, hooking a leg behind Jasonās and moving quickly to throw Jason off of him. Jason yells as he hits the floor, Timās foot pressing into his sternum. āThen maybe Red Hood should pay the club a visit. Hmm save little ole Alvin Draper from the big bad men with drugs. Or would you prefer to save Caroline Hill?ā
āBoth are stupid, just like you.ā Jason claws at Timās ankle.
Tim leans over pressing more weight directly in the middle of Jasonās chest. āYou love me when Iām stupid.ā
Tim assures his father that working with Batman is just like boarding school before skipping off and cockwarming Batman before the man bangs Nightwing. He does a line of coke off Jason Todd's tits and then does a rant about how Jason deserved to get murdered and that one puff of marijuana will kill a teenage sized person or whatever before Jason just shoves his dick down Tim's throat to shut him the fuck up. Dana tells Jack that they have nothing to be worried about as long as Tim is still coming home for dinner, and that Batman is probably not grooming his son.
what a glorious alltim scenario. he's borderline free use and that is my most guiltiest of pleasures šāāļø
image of bruce busy on his desk or by the computer, lapful of tim on his cock, doing his own investigation in his own device. he shifts his weight every now and then just to feel him squirm and clench around him, sighing onto his neck. tim is warm and light and tight, but bruce doesn't feel like fucking him, content like that. dick walks in on them and his expression sours for a split second before he acts like this was normal. bruce knows he has to make up to it somehow so he has to leave tim empty again to fuck his eldest.
tim is disappointed but not surprised, irritated it didn't get to escalate like he hoped after 3 hours sat on his cock and he feels sore and unsatisfied.
he crashes into jason sorting the latest shipment of products, examining the drugs himself, and tim asks to sample it himself, and he does. jason shotguns a puff of weed right into his mouth in every turn he could until tim is mollied and stoned to a cloud nine, eyes glassy and mouth drooling from every kiss jason wouldn't fully give him and he's whining, telling him to go off himself. jason shutting up with a cock in his open mouth and he learns that tim has no gag reflex.
...yes dana. the kid is fine doing boarding school things
