I drew this for the JayDick Reverse Bang last year, and Lordwisteria wrote a beautiful fic for it! She really captured the tones of what I had wanted to portray in my art perfectly, and we both have a shared love for The Last Unicorn.
“In The Locker”, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, & Scott Hunter [Hudson Williams, Connor Storrie, François Arnaud], Heated Rivalry [Promo Image]
Jan, 2026
Soo.. I was so excited to post this that I posted an image that wasn't ready to post, and now I can't do a switch-out without deleting the whole thing.
The correct image is below. Once I work out how to delete the top image, it will be gone.
(For those playing spot the difference, half of the "8" on the right-hand side was in a hidden layer when I was drawing the overline, and I forgot to bring it back to the front before I exported it and uploaded it to tumblr. I made a mistake. I'm only human. There are also about 700 layers in the raw version of this)
ilya: i didn’t set up an ad campaign with the two of us together, call you pretty, tease you in the shower, and then almost get caught by your mom in the elevator for you to get our anniversary wrong. since summer before, shane
Mooree Dedications? Yes, this whole week is for @bl-beater , I love him, so much much much much 💕💕💕🥰💖✨💖✨💖✨hahahahahahaha U should know it by now :3💖💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨👌
With mermaaidds ✨✨💕💕 I love Jaydick u don't know how 🥺❤️💙
Dickjay with Beta!Dick and Alpha!Jason? (Jason is the bottom btw)
Well, an effort was made. Tbh I prefer alpha!Dick though, so it became more alpha/alpha.
Alpha!Jason not having the capacity to purr. You'd figure those contented feelings would come out a low rumble like other alphas? Nope. Straight up growls. Affectionate, intimidating growls. Dick is especially smitten with this.
Everyone thinking that the nips and love bites Jason leaves behind that Dick is always so proud and sheepish with showing off are more gruesome than cute -- up until they see the bruises and welts and scars Dick leaves behind with his own nips and suck marks.
Dick is (❁´◡`❁) about it (something something in beta/alpha verse where Jason's marking is instinct and Dick's marking is just kinky hahaha)
Something with Jason musing about the art of bitching. Dick poking fun at Jason because Jason is already a bit of a-- at which point Jason takes Dick the fuck out because it takes a bitch to know a bitch - try him again, dick.
Alphas aren't made to take knots, but Jason takes it with choked breath and wanton moans that has Dick slapping a hand over Jason's mouth because he's waaaaay too lewd
Of course there's a pleased rumble vibrated through Dick's chest regardless though because he did that
For as much as Dick wants to hear Jason, he doesn't want the neighbors to. At the same time? He kind of does. Dick wants everyone to know that Jason is his and it's Dick that takes Jason apart and leaves him wrecked and loves him so well and--
Jason nipping and licking at Dick's fingers. And Dick pressing down on Jason's tongue. Getting distracted by the sharp edges of Jason's teeth, the way Jason goads him with a smile that's all cheek and challenge.
Has anyone brought up Jason getting his nipples pierced? Bc I feel that would take Dick out at the knees
The toddies being accessorized? Dick would absolutely be taken out at the knees. Admittedly most things that Jason does takes Dick out, but nipple piercings? Oh dear, oh my. Dick is a lucky man. Blessed, in fact.
Dick zeroing in on the piercings from the distance between the front door and where Jason lays back on the couch, shirtless
A very pregnant pause as Dick stares and Jason sputters a laugh at him because wow, really?
Then Dick makes a show of stumbling over (it's not for show; his legs are weak) and sitting on the coffee table in front of Jason to stare more intently
This degenerate being so captivated and mesmerized. He's already bewitched by Jason's pecs on the regular so this is - wow. The breast. Best! It's the best.
Jason scoffing at Dick's reaction, but also preening a bit. He insists Jason did it because he wanted it. Dick isn't a fool though; Jason wanted them so Dick could play with them. Jason's not fooling anyone.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, Dick would reach out to do just that [play], only--
Jason. Slapping Dick away from his tits.
Which, what? Betrayal??
Jason getting all huffy because he just got them pierced, dick. They need to heal before Dick goes to town on them.
That he can hear his men’s raucous laughter from outside the warehouse they’ve set up shop in should have been his first warning. Lenient as he is with them, it’s not like them to get rambunctious enough to draw attention. Not during working hours, at least. It’s a clear sign that something has provoked them and while Jason doesn’t mind them having a good time - they’re being lewd. Shameless bastards, every last one of them. Heat creeps across Jason’s cheeks and burns hot across the back of his neck, a flush of color to match the red of his helmet.
For fuck’s sake, they’re talking about him.
The way they gush about him isn’t necessarily new. Jason's men flirt at him on the regular, professionalism be damned, but the explicitness? Damn, they’re foul as fuck. Degenerates - the lot of them.
Fortunately for them, Jason appreciates their loyalty and likes their competency enough to tolerate their crassness. He doesn’t care that they talk; they know better than to touch.
Still, embarrassment hits him hard when Jason hears them talking about getting their hands on the cut of his waist. It’s even worse once they get going about how beautiful their boss would be at his most intimate - utterly bewitched by the imagined catch in his breath and quiver in his thighs, the ample bounce from the heft of his chest.
And then they get weird about it by eagerly talking about how Jason would lay them all flat and the appeal in having their asses whooped and for fuck's sake. Helmet be damned, Jason drags his hands over his face, flustered and frazzled.
And there - through the avid agreement of his men—a familiar titter.
Fucking Dick, for the love of fuck.
(Have mercy. Jason prays Dick instigated all this nonsense. Being prompted to distraction still isn't ideal, but it will be less embarrassing than his men gushing about Jason unprovoked).
What self-respect he can muster up has Jason striding through the warehouse to interrupt, the echo of his footsteps bringing an awkward stutter and stop to the good time his men were having. There's an abrupt shift to professionalism and gruffness and Jason grimaces from beneath the safety of his helmet because there - bound to a fucking chair - is Nightwing. Looking amused and endeared, a wicked and impish smile curling his lips when he catches Jason's attention through the group of men between them.
"Hood," Dick says, "Always a pleasure."
One of his men reaches out, hand fisting into the protective weave of the Nightwing costume to pull Dick up and forward, the back legs of the chair lifting from the floor with him - a threat to keep their boss's name out of Nightwing's mouth, hand raised to clock him until -
The sound of gunfire comes after the actual shot. The bullet shoots just shy of his guy's fingers and even Dick's face and while his guy backs off - hands raised at the reprimand, Dick (the freak) smiles at him. Crooked and wild and Jason fights back a shudder at the provocation in it. There's a promise of all the things Dick wants to do to him - keen because he trusted Jason to look after him and Jason did although he didn't need to; good boy.
Dick is cool as can be, almost languid despite being bound and shot at. His chair drops down with a harsh slam, a sharp scrape and despite being outmanned and outgunned, he watches Jason with sharp intent.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jason grumbles, his voice rough through the helmet's modulator.
"Putting in a resume." Dick tells him, head tilting to the side to get a better view of him past all of Jason's various henchmen.
"For what position?" He hears it the moment he says it and cringes. All his men wait with bated breath and Jason grunts, "Don't—"
And Dick laughs, delighted. A soft and low breath of laughter that draws a shiver up Jason's back.
"Consultant, perhaps." Dick quips.
That piques his interest. Jason wonders if Dick became privy to something that Jason should be aware of. It's not often that a bat gets the drop on something before Jason and his network - not in his territory, at least. He wouldn't put it past Dick to seek Jason out just because.
"On what?" Jason asks.
"Teaching them how to tie someone up?" On queue, Dick comes out of his bindings like magic and leans forward in a way that's stupidly attractive. Legs spread, forearms rested over his knees and looking every bit the scummy crime lord and ugh. Handsome fucker.
(Jason has his own operation going on, but there's some appeal to it - Dick joining in to be the eye candy Jason sits in the lap of while going about all the day-to-day mundanity. Fuck, a boy can dream).
Impishly, Dick suggests, "We were thinking maybe you'd like to volunteer."
Jason is two seconds away from agreeing because he forgets where he is, but then he notices the hopeful looks from his men and he scowls. It takes all of Jason's willpower not to pinch the bridge of his nose and whine in complaint to everything this is turning out to be. These hopeless degenerates—they actually wait with bated breath!
Jason scowls at them all, "How 'bout I tie all you up, huh?"
Bad idea. They look way too excited about it. Perverts. It's no wonder Dick got on with them so well, turning foe into friend.
Dick whistles, smirking at Jason pointedly, "Well there's a thought."
Jason clicks his tongue. This fucking menace. They both know full well that Dick could get Jason off just like this - without ever laying a hand on him. With just his voice, his words, his breath. Maybe it'd be fun for Dick though. A change of pace. The bound captive that wrecks his captor.
Oh.
"Get back to work, fucking loafers." Jason tells his men, waving them off before turning his attention to Dick. "And you? With me."
He doesn't wait to see if anyone listens to him. Jason knows they will. His men scatter across the premise to resume their work and just behind him are familiar footsteps - long strides until they reach Jason's side and they walk in tandem to the shoddy observation quarter of an even shoddier warehouse.
"You're hot when you're bossy." Dick teases him.
"Yeah, you don't look half bad when you shut up." Jason quips.
Dick snickers, giving Jason a sidelong look that's all intent and challenge, "Yeah? Want to make me?"
"You're the worst." Is all Jason tells him and Dick takes that for the subtle affection it is. He hums in acknowledgement and the sound makes Jason shiver again in anticipation. Jason shoves the door open, lips quirking when Dick shuts and locks it behind him. Pointless a gesture it is in a warehouse full of armed militia, it's the sentiment that matters.
The sentiment being: they're surrounded by windows and there are spare ropes in the corner. They can talk about whatever case has come up, but maybe they'll give Jason's men a show, too. Some further motivation, or a lesson in bondage.