Written for @dc-aspec-week 2023
Before he died, the only thought Jason had given to his sexuality was staring at Dick’s chest in the goddamn Discowing suit and realising he might not be completely straight. When he’d first come back, there hadn’t been much time in between plotting the clown’s death and antagonising the bats to give it much thought either. Even after, sex wasn’t something he ever thought about in terms of being with another person; he was more than capable of getting off on his own.
It was only when he started working with Roy and Kory that he was forced to confront that maybe he wasn’t ‘normal’ when it came to sex. Roy and Kory were two people who were very secure in their sexuality and weren’t afraid to show it. Jason wasn’t surprised when they eventually fell into bed together, but he was surprised when they invited him to join. Anxiety had settled in his stomach and he’d found himself stammering out excuses before he even realised what he was doing. Roy and Kory hadn’t seemed to mind and nothing had changed between them, but Jason was left with a feeling he couldn’t quite put a name too.
He’d convinced himself it was just because he wasn’t prepared for the question, Roy and Kory were both attractive people and maybe if he’d had time to think about it his answer would have been different. But then he’d called the number the pretty blonde air hostess had given him and gone out on a date with her. Things had been fine until she’d kissed him and asked if he wanted to come upstairs. The anxiety he had felt the last time came straight back and he found himself muttering excuses to leave and never contacted her again.
But this time he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wasn’t uncomfortable with emotional intimacy and physical intimacy that wasn’t sexual in nature, it was just the idea of him and sex that caused anxiety to curl in his gut.
