A Lesson in Self Defense
When Jason starts teaching free self defense classes, the last person he expects to show up is his replacement. Tim hears about Jason’s lessons and takes it upon himself to make sure the Red Hood’s not up to something, so in retaliation Jason uses him as a test dummy for the class. Neither of them expect to like it quite that much.
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At five of six, a reasonably sized group of people have gathered. It’s not a large crowd, but it’s enough. Jason’s feeling pretty pleased with himself when he spots him.
What the fuck is the pretender doing here, chatting with the other students? He’s sure as fuck not here for the free self defense lessons. This is a beginner’s class, there’s nothing he’s teaching the brat doesn’t already know. And even if he did, Jason’s sure as fuck not going to be the one teaching him.
Whatever he’s doing here, he’s not welcome, and Jason’s going to make sure he knows it. He carefully does not storm over to where the pretender is standing.
“S’cues me, could I borrow him for just a sec?” He says to the young blonde woman Tim’s chatting with.
“Oh sure.” The woman says. “Of course, we can talk more later.”
Tim smiles at her, but tenses imperceptibly as Jason steers him away from the others.
“What the fuck are you doing here, pretender?” Jason hisses.
“Well the Red Hood is giving self-defense lessons in my neighborhood, and I wanted to know why.” Tim says dryly.
“It never occurred to you that maybe it’s just for the good of the community?” Jason says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t like what the pretender is implying.
“Oh, it occurred to me. But when have you done anything to earn the benefit of my doubt?” Tim asks cooly. “Was it the time you nearly slit my throat, the time you wrote a message in my blood, or the time you put a batarang in my chest?”
Jason doesn’t have an answer to that. The little shit’s right, he’s got no ground to stand on. The pretender has every right to be suspicious of Jason.
“If it makes you feel any better, Bruce didn’t ask me to come. I’m here on my own.” It does make him feel better, actually, that Bruce didn’t feel the need to check up on him. At least not in this. “And as it happens, I do live in the neighborhood.”
That’s news to Jason. He hadn’t realized the kid had moved out of the manor. But looking at him, the pretender’s not much of a kid anymore. Those cheekbones are sharp, not a hint of baby fat to be found.
“Little robin’s flying far from the nest.” Jason says. He doesn’t for a second believe that spoiled little rich boy Tim Drake lives in Crime Alley.
“What, you haven’t heard?” Tim sneers. “I’m not Robin anymore.”
“Oh I’ve heard. You’re Red Robin now. Because what’s mine is yours.” He says nastily. He knows enough about how Tim actually became Robin to know his old anger was irrational and unfair. That doesn’t mean Tim doesn’t still piss him off though.
“Because I needed something already tainted, and that suited the bill.” Tim says coolly, and Jason should probably get away from this conversation before he starts seeing green.
“You wanna stick around? Fine. But don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you.” Jason snaps.
“I would never expect you to.” Tim shoots back, and he walks away to rejoin the other participants.
Jason takes a few calming breaths, getting his temper under control before he calls the class to order. He introduces himself and goes over the basics of what they’ll be doing.
“The best way to win a fight is not to fight in the first place, so we’re gonna focus on how to get away from someone grabbing you. For the first move, I’m gonna do a demonstration. Tim, thanks so much for agreeing to help.” He says, giving the replacement a nasty smile. He hopes he hadn’t given the participants a false name. (That’s a lie, be kinda does.)
Tim’s eyes narrow momentarily, but he plays along. “It’s my pleasure. I did some self defense stuff back when I was a kid, but I’m not sure how much I remember.” Giving himself an out for if he’s better than a beginner should be.
“First I’m gonna show you what an attacker might do, then I’m gonna go over how to get out of it.” Tim nods, preparing himself, but Jason moves before he’s ready and Tim reacts on instinct. He flips Jason over his shoulder. Jason rolls with it, but Tim grabs him around the knee and completely fucks his landing, and he ends up on his back. Luckily they’re on mats, so nothing’s hurt but his pride.
“Wow!” Tim says, the picture of surprise. “I guess I remember more than I thought.”
“That was amazing!” The blonde woman gushes.
“I would never have been able to do that if Jason hadn’t let me.” Tim lies, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Jason can say he was caught off guard all he likes, but the truth is Tim absolutely had him, and they both know it.
“That’s still awesome! He’s so much bigger than you, and you totally took him down!” The woman says, with all the grace and tact of a child.
“A lot of my training was focused on how to take down opponents who were bigger than me.” Tim says sheepishly. “I practiced a lot when I was younger.”
That’s absolutely true. What he’s not saying is that that was a move taught to him by Lady Shiva, specifically to disable uber athletic opponents like Dick Grayson. Or people taught by Dick Grayson.
Jason can feel his face heating up, but he forces himself to keep his cool. Mostly.
“Since you’re so experienced , you can help me with the rest of the demonstration. With out flipping me this time.” Jason says through gritted teeth. Tim took him down and they both know it, even if no one else does. Jason takes a few more calming breaths. This class is supposed to help people who are in dangerous situations, but that’s not gonna work out if the teacher comes across as an arrogant hothead.
“Of course. It would be my pleasure, Jason. Just tell me what to do.” Tim says, the picture of affable geniality. Jason hates him.
Still, he moves slower this time, which is better for demonstration purposes anyway. He positions Tim facing away from him, which he can tell the pretender doesn’t like.
“I see this kind of thing all the time in clubs.” Jason says, slipping an arm around the pretender’s waist from behind and pulling him close. Tim tenses slightly, and Jason can feel his muscles contracting under his thin t-shirt. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised the pretender is so well muscled— he’s a Bat, he has the same crazy training routine as the rest of them— but he is. He supposes it’s because he looks so slight, although if he were shirtless he’d bet Tim would have the same dorito shape as the rest of them.
He goes over how to twist and break free of the hold, and then pairs them off to practice. Tim is immediately claimed by the pretty blonde woman, which pisses Jason off all the more. Of course she’d immediately attach herself to Drake, Gotham’s perfect boy. She hasn’t even made the connection to who he really is and she’s still fawning all over him. Jason does his best to ignore them, going around the room and giving gentle corrections as needed. They practice that move for fifteen minutes before Jason calls to a halt.
“Alright, lookin good folks. I’m gonna show you the next move. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind assisting me?” Jason can tell Tim’s not pleased to be used as a test dummy, but that’s just too damn bad.
“For the next move, I’m gonna show you how to disable someone who grabs you by the arm. The main thing is to break their hold and get away, but I’ll also show you how to attack. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me by the arm?”
The replacement complies, and Jason takes great pleasure is showing them how to get out of the move, and a follow up they could do if they needed to disable their opponent before running. It involves sticking his fingers right near the pretender’s eyes and his knees right near his balls, and it’s enjoyable to see him flinch ever so slightly as Jason comes close. Then he sets them back into pairs, and they practice that for the next fifteen minute. Jason walks around, correcting forms and helping out.
He shows them how to get out of two more holds using the pretender as his test dummy. It’s fun to feel his muscles tense slightly under Jason’s hands. He can tell how uncomfortable the pretender is to be here, but that’s his own damn fault for coming. Jason didn’t make him, and as far as revenge plots go, this is pretty fucking mild.
“Alright, good job everyone, you’re really getting the hang of this.” Jason calls to signal the end of the class. “But the only way to really make sure you’ve got it is to practice until it becomes muscle memory, and that’s more than we can do in an hour long class. So get together with your friends— or make friends with the other folks here— and practice outside of class too. I’ll probably go over this stuff again in future classes, because I know not everyone will be here every time. But if you practice for ten minutes every day, you’ll really be prepared for when it happens in real life.”
There’s an appreciative murmur that goes around the class, and people start packing up to go.
“Will you be back next week?” The blonde woman, who has since identified herself as Layla, asks Drake.
“I’m not sure. My schedule’s pretty busy.” He hedges. Jason can tell he’s a little uncomfortable with the attention.
“You should definitely come. You make a good demonstration dummy.” Jason says as sweetly as he’s able, which isn’t all that sweet, but at least isn’t outwardly hostile. Tim looks and him and Jason gives him a cocky grin. Tim’s eyes narrow, considering.
“I’ll think about it.” He says finally.
“Do.” Jason says, sickly sweet, and the pretender finally leaves. A couple of the other students have questions for him after the class, so he answers those before heading out himself. He doesn’t go far, just to the next room over where he’s set up some workout equipment. He may not have all the bells and whistles of the Batcave, but he’s got a pretty good thing going. After his workout he heads home to his primary safe house. He’s reluctant to call it his apartment, even though that’s basically what it is at this point. Still, referring to it as his safe house feels safer, in case he has to burn it in the future. He takes a shower and grabs himself a non-alcoholic beer to enjoy before patrol. He’s got time to kill and he wants to relax for a bit.
He flips through his subscription services for something to watch, but nothing catches his interest, so he decides to deal with his boredom the old fashioned way. He grabs some lube out of a convenient drawer and leans back against his couch. He undoes his pants and shoves down his boxers just enough to get his dick out before slicking himself up. He buys himself the good lube, the stuff that really lasts. It the same stuff Bruce had awkwardly presented him with when he’d given him the sex talk, but Jason tries not to think about that. He doesn’t need to consider that he uses the same brand of lube as the Batman.
He casts about for a pleasant fantasy to distract himself with, preferring his own imagination to porn. For some reason, he lands on the pretender’s face, which, weird, but he rolls with it. He imagines Tim on his knees on Jason’s floor, sucking him off, his pretty mouth spread wide around Jason’s cock. Yes, that’s a nice fantasy. He’d start off slow, unsheathing himself and watching the pretender’s eyes widen at his size. He’d feed it to him slowly, because Jason’s a gentleman like that. He’d choke and gag slightly, but he’d take him fully, and Jason would feel so good fully sheathed in his throat.
He’d start moving, just a little bit at first, getting the pretender used to the stretch. He’d watch the tears forming in those pretty blue eyes as he struggles to take it all. Once Jason’s sure he can take it, he’ll start moving a bit faster. Just a bit, no need to rush. He’ll hold his dick down the pretender’s throat, and he’ll make sweet little noises as he chokes on Jason’s cock.
He wants more of those sounds, and he’ll get them once he starts fucking him in earnest, the hot wet sounds that come from fucking someone’s mouth and the ones that are all Tim as he gags and chokes as Jason fucks into him. He’ll take it beautifully though, looking up at Jason with wide, wet eyes. Jason move faster and faster, fucking his own fist with a wet squelching sound. He’s so close, he can feel his orgasm coming on. In his minds eyes, he pulls out just in time to come all over the pretender’s perfect pretty face. In real life, Jason comes into his hand, panting, making sure not to get any on his clothes or couch.
So… that was weird. He’s never thought about his replacement like that before, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it, despite how hot the fantasy was. He thinks about it. Is it a little fucked up that he’s having fantasies about his replacement? Probably, given that he’s tried to kill the kid more than once. But Tim’s not his brother, no matter how much Bruce might want to pretend otherwise. It’s not hurting anyone, so Jason doesn’t really care. It’s a hot fantasy, and it got him off. That’s all that really matters.
He cleans off and then suits up. He’s got work to do.