#flashbatlantern

[jasontoddiefor]

Summary: In all honesty, Hal should have seen it coming. Wally and Dick had already been there when they had started dating. Or: Hal contemplates family in the Wayne-Allen-Jordan household on a chaotic morning.

AN: Bc @amaztim and I have a new OT3 and there are only 2 fanfics so far so I had to fix it.

Hal woke up to screaming. He turned around again in the king-sized bed and pressed his pillow over his head. He was too old to be woken up by fighting children. Or maybe Dick and Wally just hadn’t been quite the terrifying chaotic mess that was Damian and Helen.

After hearing yet another shout on one of Hal’s rare free days damn it, Hal finally got up. Bruce and Barry were nowhere to be seen, but that was nothing new. Barry was stuck on monitor duty and Bruce had traveled to France on Monday, chasing after a lead.

Hal should have taken the offer and gone with him, but no. Someone had to look after the children since everybody was coming over for the weekend. Hal stumbled out of bed with the grace of a hero who had suffered way too many injuries. On his way over to the door, he grabbed a shirt and put it on. It was a little big on him – one of Bruce’s then. He rubbed his eyes and for a split second he contemplated just letting Damian and Helen murder each other for another ten more minutes of sleep.

Then the second was over and Hal threw open the door. Helen and Damian came to a halt right in front of it, both looking appropriately caught.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Damian and Helen shared a look before switching to equally grave expressions.

“We’re fighting for the honor of killing Jason,” Damian explained nonchalantly like he wasn’t holding his training sword to Helen’s neck.

“He committed a serious crime,” Helen added, her glowing nerf-gun construct still aimed at Damian’s forehead.

Hal could still use his ring, go pick up Barry and get into a jet and visit Bruce. Eat some crêpes under the Eiffel tower while Bruce took down his arms dealer. It would be just like those summer months when Wally and Dick, who were the only kids running around the manor back then, went to San Francisco to work with their fellow Teen Titans.

Peace .

Yeah, Hal missed it.

“And what did Jason do?”

“He-“

“HeyguysIfoundthepaintgunsyouaskedfor- oh, fuck.”

Bart came to a stop just a few doors down the hallway, his arms full with paint guns and his shirt basically covered in acrylics. He looked at Damian and Helen, then to Hal and then back to the kids.

“Morning, Hal. I think I’mjustgonnagonowbye.”

“Oh, no!” Hal shouted back. “Don’t you dare run off, Bartholomew! How are you involved in this? And aren’t you supposed to be picking up Tim?”

Hal ignored Damian and Helen snickering at him using the speedster’s full name in favor of acting very intimidating and authoritative while still being dressed in his PJs with deep bags under his eyes.

Bart grinned sheepishly. “I already picked him up. I left him downstairs with Duke and Kyle. He sort of fell asleep on me on our way back home.”

“Kyle’s here?”

Bart shrugged. “He said something about dropping off an artifact, but Jason’s making pancakes for breakfast so he stayed.”

Hal pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. How did the saying go again? Kids are the future? Someone obviously forgot to attach the ‘because they’ll run you into an early grave’. France. Watchtower monitor duty.

“And if Jason’s making breakfast, why aren’t the three of you downstairs eating?”

“Because Jason threw us out of the kitchen,” Helen said. “We were interrupting his ‘workflow’ so he banned us! Uncle Hal, do you see now what terrible offense he has committed?”

Beside her, Damian nodded and once again raised his sword. “The evil has to be defeated.”

Hal had calmed down considerably since he had first become Earth’s Green Lantern. He didn’t rush into battle anymore, he had seen too many of his friends and comrades die. He had been dead, and been dealt an even worse fate for a while, and he had lowered both his lovers and his children into the ground at least once. No, Hal didn’t rush into war anymore and he carefully picked his battle nowadays.

This one he wasn’t going to fight.

“No maiming each other anymore,” Hal said and watched as three faces lit up with identical expressions of delight. “The house is off-limits for everything concerning paint, or you’re answering to Alfred. Outside of the manor, Gotham, Central and Coast are fair game, but not on patrol. Got it?”

“Got it!” They replied and rushed off in the opposite direction, jumping hopefully not straight into a loophole Hal had forgotten to cover. Either way, they were not Hal’s problem anymore. If they made a mess now, that weight would be on their shoulders, and they only had themselves to blame if Alfred’s cold disapproval would make them do chores until they turned eighteen.

Hal checked his watch. It was almost twelve. Jason had come to the manor late, and if he was making breakfast for everybody, he certainly wouldn’t be done yet. Hal made his way downstairs to the kitchen, passing the living room while he was at it.

Duke was playing a game on his Switch while Cassandra and Kyle were talking animatedly about whatever drawing Kyle was showing her.

And Tim was lying on the ground, his head resting on Titus’s body.

“Please tell me he decided to sleep there,” Hal said, already knowing the answer.

“Uuh,” Duke decidedly did not look up from his console while Cass just raised a brow.

When had they all become so sassy? Hal recalled their first weeks at the manor as if they had been just yesterday. Both of them had been so unsure and careful with everybody.

“Just put your brother on a sofa at least if nobody feels responsible for getting him in his room.”

Cass smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up, but didn’t move from her spot. Right, why had he even bothered asking?

Next time, he’d let Barry and Bruce handle the weekend meet-ups. Hal had done the single-parent thing for a year, and it hadn’t been any fun having to be strong for so many grieving children. The least his partners could do was cover the family weekends until they actually died of old age.

The closer Hal got to the kitchen, the louder did the music in the hallway get. Today Jason had decided on classical tunes apparently, or as classic as Jason got. Hal wasn’t even sure where Jason found so many classic instrument covers of current songs, and he’d rather face Parallax than even suggest to Jason that he was recording his own violin plays, but fact was that Barry had found the corresponding scores in Jason’s bag once.

Jason was flipping another pancake when Hal entered the kitchen. The room was neat and orderly still, except for the side of the table Wally and Dick were sitting at. That part of the table was covered in Nutella, sprinkles, gummy worms, chocolate sauce, and fruits.

“Mo’nin’,” Dick greeted, his mouth stuffed with a pancake. Next to him, Wally only raised his hand and didn’t even stop inhaling his share.

“Good morning, boys,” Hal returned and sat down opposite from the duo.

“Slept well, old man?” Jason asked and put a plate with warm an delicious breakfast in front of him.

“I thought Bruce was the old man.”

Jason waved Hal’s comment off and took another gulp from his cup of coffee. “You’re all old, but only you are here this morning. You got any plans for today?”

Hal sneaked a look at the two oldest and, yes, Wally and Dick looked equally mischievously. Fourteen or twenty-four, was there really any difference with them?

“I’m not teaming up with you against the kiddos for Cluedo.”

“Why not?” Wally asked. “This week’s price is deciding the Thanksgiving dinner. Hal, please. We need to win. I need that turkey and Damian will do his best to stop it.”

Hal bit off another piece of his pancake. Out of all of them, minus Alfred of course, Jason could cook the best. If Jason willingly made anything for you, you accepted without hesitance, which was precisely why Hal stole another pancake before he replied.

“I know, which is why Barry, Bruce, and I are working against the rest of you. We’re not eating candied apples for dessert again or tofu turkey or any other monstrosity you kids come up with every year. This year it’s adults against the rest of you. May the better team win.”

Silence followed Hal’s statement before the kitchen’s other three occupants began to complain loudly. Hal could only grin. Okay, yes, this was better than the Watchtower or France.

“Jason! Come out and face us, you coward!”

Even if it came with the possibility of a hospital visit.

[bisexualclarkkent]

Hit the Showers

For @j19zeta7

Hal/Bruce/Wally.  2038 words, mostly smut

The great thing, in Bruce's estimation, about the arrangement he and most of the other Justice League members had, was that someone was always there.  No one ever had to say they'd had a terrible day or were lonely or just needed to have someone touch them… they all just got it, and it was easy.

Well… it was usually easy.

That particular day, after being on a long mission with Hal and Wally, Bruce wasn't finding the casual arrangement easy.  Or fun.  Or a comfort.

Wally and Hal had been snapping at each other, and quite frankly he had better things to do than mediate a spat between them… it wasn't his job.  And he didn't want to spend the night with either of them, if that was how they intended to act.  They'd both followed him to his quarters and hadn't stopped bickering the entire time they'd been there, and he was about ready to sneak out and leave them to it.

“Don't Ollie and Dinah want you tonight?” Wally asked.  “I mean… I think I heard them say that.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure the Teen Titans need you, squirt.”

Wally scowled, an expression that looked foreign on his freckled face.  “Maybe they need you on Oa… or anywhere else in the sector.  Why waste time here?”

“I asked Bruce this morning if he wanted to hook up,” Hal insisted.

Wally shook his head.  “And I texted him last night.”

“But did he reply?” Hal asked.  “Probably just didn't want to hurt your feelings.”

Bruce watched and listened to them bicker for a while and eventually tuned them out. He went to his dresser and found clean sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbed his toiletries bag, and walked to the door.

“You can't leave, Bats,” Hal protested.

Bruce sighed.  “I'm going to the shower.  You two can stay here and keep arguing, or you can come with me.”

Wally raised an eyebrow.  “Both of us?”  He eyed Hal with some annoyance and Hal made a face at him.  

Bruce rolled his eyes at those two idiot children and wondered why he was even putting this offer on the table.  “Come with me.  Both of you.  We'll all feel better.”

“Maybe I don't want to share,” Hal complained petulantly.  It was a bit flattering, Bruce couldn't lie.  But he didn't say anything.  He just looked at both boys with a raised eyebrow and left, his sweatpants tossed casually over his shoulder.

Hal and Wally both scrambled out of the room after him and Bruce had to hide the little smirk at realizing how much they must have both wanted it… and as he wasn't in the habit of disappointing his lovers, he'd let them have it.  He lead the way down to the locker room and showers, all of them trying to look casual.

They were alone in there, which made things simpler.  He stripped out of his clothes and looked expectantly at the other two.  “If you want to join, now is the time.”

Wally and Hal looked at one another and then both looked Bruce over.  He could visibly see the point when each one of them decided to give in.  Soon they had both stripped and were following him into the shower.

Bruce turned the water on nice and warm and turned to face the others.  Wally zoomed in for a kiss, but Bruce subtly moved his head at the last minute. “Nope.”

Hal grinned and saw his opening and tried to take it, but Bruce stilled him with a stern glance and head shake.

“You two kiss first,” Bruce ordered.  “Show me you can get along well enough for me to want to do this.”

Wally frowned and looked like he might stamp his foot.  “He's been an ass all day!”

“He's an ass everyday,” Bruce replied, not even bothering to hold back his smile.  “That's what we find so endearing about him.”

Hal smiled smugly. “I knew you cared.”

“He did admit that you're an ass though,” Wally replied.  “I mean...”

Hal sighed.  “You're a brat.  Isn't he, Bats?”

“Well, he hasn't shown his most favorable side today,” Bruce replied.

Wally sighed. “Fine.  We've both been annoying.  We're sorry.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Hal conceded.

Bruce nodded.  “It's fine, boys.  Just… play nice and give each other a little kiss for me, and then we can all have fun.”

Hal sighed and looked at Wally.  “Come here.” He leaned in and kissed him softly, and then Wally wrapped his arms around Hal.  Bruce could see Hal deepen the kiss and Wally lean into his body.  They stayed connected until they were making out sweetly but passionately.  It was fun to watch, and incredibly hot.

“See, you both seemed to enjoy that,” Bruce said smugly once they parted.

Hal shook his head and moved to kiss Bruce, and Bruce let him.  It was a small once, but Hal's mouth was warm and tasted good.  When they broke, he kissed Wally too, and enjoyed the feel of him instinctively pressing his body into Bruce's.

Hal took the body wash Bruce had brought with him and poured some of it in his hand and began to create a little lather.  He began to wash himself, and flashed a big smile.  “I get to be in the middle.”

“You can be in the middle first,” Wally corrected.

Hal leaned in and kissed him and said, “We'll see.”

Bruce shook his head and kissed them both.  “Before any of that happens...” He let his voice trail off and glanced down at his dick.  Whichever one of them took the hint first could have the honor.

They both got down on their knees at almost the same time, and instead of arguing again, they worked together.  Bruce moaned softly and relaxed his back against the shower wall as Hal took the head of his cock into his mouth, and Wally licked his balls.

Wally's tongue did delicious things, bathing Bruce's warm, sensitive skin.  Hal continued to tease Bruce's head and slowly took more of the shaft into his mouth.  Bruce moaned louder and enjoyed the sensation.

Hal pulled his mouth off of Bruce's cock and kissed Wally.  They let their tongues be visible to Bruce as they mingled and played, and Bruce gave a little moan because of how pretty it was.  

“Let's do this together,” Wally cooed.

Hal grinned and went back to sucking on Bruce's head, and Wally began to lick and kiss Bruce's shaft.  Hal took a bit more into his mouth until he reached Wally, and they kissed around his dick.

“He's pretty hard now,” Hal announced smugly.

Wally smiled and looked up at Bruce.  “Probably ready to fuck him, aren't you?”

Bruce smirked. “Bend over, GL.  Wally, get the lube.”

Hal immediately bent over, and Bruce stuck a couple of fingers in him to loosen him up. Wally reached for the lube (since the showers saw a lot of action, there were always a few bottles readily available) and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce pushed his fingers in deeper and scissored them open, and he gave his cock a stroke at the sound of Hal letting out a breathy little moan.  He bent his fingers a little and brushed Hal's prostate, which made the man tense slightly and arch his back.  When Bruce was satisfied he was open enough, he pulled out his fingers and began to lube himself.

“Fuck, Bats, hurry it up,” Hal complained.

Bruce deliberately slowed himself then.  “You know, I don't think Wally would be this mouthy if he were waiting to be fucked...”

Hal huffed and Wally snickered.  Bruce decided then not to be too strict anymore… and Hal had waited long enough.  He'd give him what he wanted.  He made sure his cock was nice and slick and began to push into him.

Hal moaned loudly, and Wally stood in front of him.  Hal looked up and without hesitation took Wally into his mouth, and Wally closed his eyes and sighed happily.  Bruce wasn't sure which part was best, holding Hal's waist and enjoying his tight heat, or watching Wally's face as he got lost in the pleasure of Hal's mouth.

Bruce began to thrust, holding Hal still.  The shower was filled with the sound of flesh slamming together and Hal's moans, which came out muffled around Wally's dick in his mouth.  Good thing the place was sound proof or there'd be no doubt what they were all up to.

“God, your mouth is perfect, babe,” Wally moaned.

Bruce leaned in and kissed Wally softly.  “You should try his ass sometime,” he replied.  Wally kissed him again, and then nuzzled him softly.

Hal began to jerk off, and Bruce reached beneath him and took over stroking him.  “My job to get you off.”  Hal thrust into his hand, his skin hot and wet, and Bruce had to tell himself to hold back from burying his cock as deep as possible and cumming right that moment.

“Not yet,” Wally complained.  “We're switching places in a minute, and you better still be hard.”

Hal looked up at Wally and sighed.  “Your balls are getting a little high here… you might not be hard anymore either.”

“Don't start again, you two,” Bruce admonished.  “Just… switch now.”

Hal looked over his shoulder at Bruce.  “But… I'm like this close.”

“Be good,” Bruce replied.  “It's his turn.”  And Wally wouldn't get as much time or attention as Hal had either… judging by how close they all seemed to be.

Wally seemed to study Hal's face for a moment, and then looked up at Bruce.  “I'd be willing to compromise.  If I could fuck Hal… you did say I should try his ass.”

Bruce considered this a moment.  He'd enjoy watching that, to be honest.  “Works for me.  Turn around, Hal.”

Hal pulled himself off of Bruce's dick, groaning a complaint at the sudden emptiness. He stood up and kissed Bruce, and then kissed Wally.  “Actually, instead of that, let me take you both.  I can take you both.  It'll be good.”

Bruce's eyebrows raised.  “Yeah?”

Wally showed his approval of the plan by kissing Hal passionately.

Bruce got the lube again and added more to his dick, then gave the bottle to Wally and watched him slick himself as well.  Bruce relaxed against the shower wall again and lifted Hal up slightly so they could both be standing, and face to face.  He supported almost all of Hal's weight as Hal pushed himself back onto Bruce's dick.

Wally got behind Hal and lined his head up outside his hole.  “You sure you can take us both?” he asked.

Hal nodded.  “Yeah. I'm pretty stretched open now.”

Wally began to slowly push into him, and all three of them moaned loudly.  Hal had to put his head down on Bruce's shoulder, and Bruce held him up as well as he could while feeling almost lost in how amazing it felt. It was like fucking someone and frotting with someone all at once. And he had them both close enough to kiss if he wanted to.

Because he was holding Hal up, Wally had to do most of the moving.  But it didn't matter.  They were all so close, and it had felt so perfect, it didn't last long.

Hal came first, and that set off Wally.  Once the two of them were calmed and back in their own bodies again, Bruce pushed forward slightly and reached his own climax.

They pulled out of Hal carefully, and Bruce kissed him tenderly.  “You did so good.”

“So, so good,” Wally parroted.  He turned Hal's face in his direction and gave him a gentle little kiss.

Bruce stepped away from the wall slightly and allowed the water to hit him.  “We should actually get cleaned up, shouldn't we?”

“What if we just stayed here until we were all ready to go again?” Wally asked, grinning.

Hal laughed.  “Our skin will get pruney, and that's not cute.”

“Your's will,” Wally corrected.  “Doesn't happen to speedsters.”

Bruce sighed. “Don't start going at each other again, you two.  I do not have the energy to deal with it.”

Hal and Wally looked at one another and exchanged a little smile.  “We'll be good,” Wally insisted.  But something about the way they looked made Bruce feel pretty sure that somehow they had played him.

But as everyone had gotten what they wanted, he could hardly complain.