DCU Fanfic: Just Relax
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shinyglorchanTitle: Just Relax
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Jason, Dick (mentions Selina and Damian)
Pairing(s): Jason/Tim, Jason/Dick/Tim
Word Count: 3847 (yes, this ran away from me)
Genre: smut/general/drama
Rating: R/M
Notes: As promised, Jason/Tim smut in response to BftC #2. Though, it didn't want to stop there. Dick!muse wanted a say in this, and he almost turned the smut into dramatic fight times. >:| I was not happy, then it went back to smut. What if Tim ditched Selina before getting to Jason's cave... And what if Dick went after Tim and ran into Selina, who told him where she lost Tim...
Link: N/A
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On the way to Jason's Batcave, Tim noticed he had a stalker. How could he not? Though he'd never admit it to anyone out loud, he was one of the best stalkers ever. Who else could say they stalked Batman and Robin for three years, found out their identity at nine, and never got caught? No one, as far as Tim knew, and he was going to keep it that way.
So when he noticed Selina was stalking him, Tim was starting to think maybe wearing the batsuit wasn't the most subtle idea ever. Luckily, he lost he long enough to slip into Jason's 'cave without notice from Selina. He breathed a sigh of relief, since there were protocols to be followed if she did follow him in. He didn't really feel like following them right now.
“Took you long enough,” Jason's voice echoed over the speakers. “I noticed you had a stalker.”
Tim rolled his eyes, pulling off the cowl irritably. “I lost her before we got too close, or we wouldn't be talking like this,” Tim stated crossing his arms, still feeling a bit uncomfortable in the batsuit. “Now, come out all ready.”
Suddenly, Jason landed in front of him, full cowl and mask still on. “Miss me?” he asked with a grin that Tim knew was there, but the grate was in the way.
“Business, Jason, get down to business,” Tim stated as Jason pulled off the grate and the cowl. “We need to-”
“It can wait,” Jason interrupted, stalking closer to Tim, unlatching his cape as he went. “I have a better idea.”
“Jason, our plan is the most important thing. Dick has to become Batman,” Tim stated as he tried not watch as Jason stopped in front of him, a lewd grin on his face. “We don't have time for this.”
“There's always time for a quickie, Timmy,” Jason murmured in Tim's ear as his hands moved to the latches that kept Tim's cape on. “I know you want to.”
Tim couldn't exactly deny that. Since they started this elaborate plan force Dick to become the Batman that Gotham needed, Tim had started to see a different side to Jason. After working close together with him secretly for weeks on end, something changed somewhere along the line. It was probably after they both had a difficult patrol, and their adrenaline was still pumping. Actually, that night he and Jason fucked on floor of Jason's Batcave.
“Not the point, Jason,” Tim said in a low voice, his the cape and cowl fell away, and Jason's hands started to wander. “Dammit, later...”
Jason chuckled before tilting Tim's chin up. “Now,” Jason growled before pulling Tim into a fierce kiss and his hands gripping Tim's ass, pulling Tim close to him.
At this point, Tim knew it was useless to fight. He wanted it, and even though he still had a sense of responsibility to the plan, Tim was still human. He needed a break once and a while, and it was best to do that with Jason then have some sort of break in front of Dick. That would have been counter-productive to the plan.
So with nothing he could do, since stopping this would only make Jason ornery, which also wouldn't help the plan, Tim kissed Jason hard, making Jason step back until he walked into the curtains hanging in the back of the cave. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Jason yanked the curtains down, tossing to them to ground before pushing Tim down onto them. When Jason straddled Tim with a grin, Tim scowled, not liking that Jason always expected to top. Except this time, before Tim could turn the tables on Jason, he felt a zip-strip tighten on his wrists, tying them together above his head.
“Jason!” Tim growled, struggling to get out from under Jason.
Jason clucked his tongue. “Not so fast, baby bird,” he said his mouth licked a path down Tim's neck before taking a batarang from his utility belt and slashing open the top of the batsuit. “We're going to enjoy this then we can think about golden boy and the plan.”
“Dammit, Jason! I needed to bring this back!” Tim shouted unhappily as his chest was exposed as he tried to get himself free, but it wasn't possible when Jason just removed his utility belt and tossed it across the cave.
“Relax,” Jason soothed as licked down from Tim's neck before nibbling on one of Tim's nipple, eliciting a moan. “You've been too tense lately. Very counter-productive to the plan, boy wonder.”
The teasing in Jason's voice just pissed Tim off more. “The plan is important!” he shouted, which didn't have as much effect when he moaned just after because of Jason's ministration.
“Very important, I agree,” Jason said as his breath ghosted down Tim's stomach, “but, it doesn't work if you over stress yourself, kid.”
Tim was about to make protest about that, but Jason had slipped his hand into Tim's tights, and words were a thing of the past. Jason grinned, knowing the effect he had on Tim, as he yanked down Tim's tights violently, taking the jock with it. Once Tim's cock was out in the open, Jason took it into his mouth, making Tim choke on a moan.
While Jason's mouth sucked Tim's cock, Tim struggled to get his hands free. He did not want to end up owing Jason, even though he would have fun doing it. He wanted this to be mutual, so luckily, Tim had hidden a small knife in the bat gloves, effectively cutting himself free from the zip-strips. With his hands free, Tim gripped Jason's hair, pulling him off.
Jason looked up, lips a bit red and wet from his previous action. “You're no fun, Tim,” he said with a pout, licking his lips. “You were enjoying that, I kno-”
Tim smashed his lips against Jason's partially to shut up and partially to distract him from what Tim was planning. Jason kissed back just as hard as Tim was not noticing when Tim disabled his belt and tossed it across the cave. Jason pulled away when he did notice with a slight glare before just pulling the top of his batsuit over his head, bringing the gloves with it.
“Changing tactics, are we?” Jason asked as Tim's hands gripped Jason's hips.
“Maybe,” he said noncommittally as he flipped Jason on his back, straddling. “Or maybe I just want to top.”
Jason grinned as Tim's hand moved to Jason's tights, pulling down the jock as well. Now, they were both naked, and Tim was going to take full advantage of that as he ground his hip against Jason's. Jason moaned as he bucked his hip up, his hands gripping Tim's ass. Tim groaned as he moved faster against Jason. Tim was sure Jason had planned for this to be longer, but with both their utility belts much farther away then either them were willing to go, there was no chance of any lube.
Not to be out done, but not really willing to flip Tim onto his back again, Jason took a hand off Tim's ass and gripped both their cocks, jerking them off together as Tim moved above him. Soon, Tim came first, Jason following him after Tim collapsed on top of him.
After a few moments of the only noise in the cave being their heavy breathing, Jason chuckled. “You came first again,” he murmured into Tim's ear before chuckling again.
Tim growled as he rolled off Jason reaching for his tights. “Shut up. We have work to do,” he stated unhappily as he reached for his tattered top, deciding it was a wash, and using it to wipe the cum off his body before pulling on his jock and tights.
Jason just put his arms behind his head and grinned, looking even more debauched with his and Tim's cum drying on his chest. “Fine with me,” he said leisurely, reaching for his own jock and tights. “So, after making Dick good enough to be the Batman he needs to be, I think we should be his destressor.”
Tim raised an eyebrow as he tossed his tattered top to Jason to clean up with. “Really? And why do you think Dick will talk to us after this?” he asked, having not actually gotten to that part of the plan, believing that the plan had to happen, no matter the consequences for his relationship with Dick.
“He will,” Jason stated firmly as he ignored putting his own top back on even after using Tim's top to clean off his before he got up to walk towards his computer. “He'd never stay mad at you, kid.”
Tim frowned and followed Jason as Jason tossed the remains of Tim's top to the ground. “You're not going to take all the blame. I won't let you,” Tim said firmly as Jason sat in the chair, facing away from Tim, only for Tim to spin him around to look at him. “We're in this together, remember?”
“Yes, as you keep reminding me,” Jason growled, pulling Tim into his lap, “but Dick trusts you, not me. It'll be better this way.”
“No, it won't,” Tim stated, not moving from Jason's lap as he spun them back around to see the monitors. “Anyway, we're not nearly far enough with the plan to be planning out the consequences of our actions. The consequences will be whatever they'll be. We'll just have to deal.”
“Sure,” Jason muttered as Tim moved from his lap to get to work.
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After finding the note Tim left and the missing batsuit, Dick was a little less than reassured. He didn't want to leave Damian alone, even in the cave where he would be the safest, but Dick couldn't let Tim down. Sure, Tim probably could handle whatever he was doing himself, but there was no way Dick was going to chance he couldn't. Donning the batsuit would call more enemies to Tim than he may be able to handle.
So, Dick went out, leaving Damian in Alfred's capable hands, to track down Tim. On his way, he ran into Selina who informed him of a 'Batman' that had lost her. Dick decided to search the area, since he was pretty sure Selina had run into Tim. After a while, Dick was starting to get fed up, finding absolutely no trace until he stumbled upon a slight opening in a wall that shouldn't be there. Dick's brow furrowed as he quietly opened the wall a bit more before slipping in. Once he was in and took a few steps, he started to hear voices.
A chuckle and a murmuring a voice Dick couldn't understand, but the next voice he definitely recognized. “Shut up. We have work to do,” Dick heard Tim say.
Curious who the hell Tim was talking to, Dick moved a bit more in the shadows, not getting a view of Tim or the person he was talking to yet. “Fine with me,” Dick heard the second voice say, and he automatically tensed. Why was Tim meeting with Jason Todd? “So, after making Dick good enough to be the Batman he needs to be, I think we should be his destressor.”
Now Dick was shocked and confused. What the hell did Jason mean by any of that? “Really? And why do you think Dick will talk to us after this?” Dick heard Tim say, and Dick frowned as he kept trying to move into a place where he could see his brothers.
“He will,” Dick heard Jason state firmly. “He'd never stay mad at you, kid.”
Dick agreed with Jason. He could never stay mad at Tim, but he really needed to know what was going on. “You're not going to take all the blame. I won't let you,” When Tim said that, Dick wasn't sure what blame he was talking about, at all. “We're in this together, remember?”
In what together, Dick really wanted to shout, still not in good place to view his brothers. “Yes, as you keep reminding me,” Dick heard Jason growl, “but Dick trusts you, not me. It'll be better this way.”
Now Dick was wondering when Jason would play martyr for anyone, in any fashion, let alone Tim. “No, it won't,” Dick heard Tim state and Dick was finally fed up not having a visual, so he climbed up to a place in the shadows where he could see his brothers. “Anyway, we're not nearly far enough with the plan to be planning out the consequences of our actions. The consequences will be whatever they'll be. We'll just have to deal.”
Once Tim finished talking was when Dick could finally see Jason and Tim. Dick was shocked. Tim was half dressed, sitting in Jason's lap, who was also half dressed. Dick was just as confused as before, if not more so. “Sure,” Dick barely heard Jason mutter as Tim moved out of Jason's lap just in time to see Dick come out of the shadows.
“Dick!” Tim yelped in shock, wracking his brain for a good lie for this situation. “What are you doing here?”
Dick kept a stoic face, tossing Tim's note to him. “Did you think I wouldn't come after you?” he asked, the incredulity almost showing in his voice.
“You didn't have to, Dick,” Tim answered quietly, glad Jason hadn't made any comments yet. “I know what I'm doing.”
“Do you?” Dick asked angrily. “If you did, you wouldn't be here with him. Did you know that he shot Damian?”
Tim looked over Jason with a stern look, but couldn't hold it long as Jason raised is hands in defense. “The kid had armor the rest of us had,” Jason stated before looking significantly. “He probably didn't need anymore surgery than what you needed when you met the kid.”
Tim turned to Dick trying not to cringe. “If that's true, I'm hardly feeling pity for the kid,” he grumbled. “As long as he pulled through, maybe he'll learn a lesson about skewering family.”
Dick scowled before glaring at Jason. “But when is Jason going to learn his lesson about shooting family, no matter how well armored they are?”
Jason stood up, glaring at Dick defiantly. “The kid needs to learn he can't go out expecting the world to fall at his feet. Better I shot him than someone who was aiming to kill,” Jason growled.
“And why should I believe you weren't aiming to kill?” Dick asked just as he glanced down and noticed the cut up top of Tim's batsuit, going to pick it up. “And why does this look like it was cut through?”
When Dick picked up the top, Tim wanted to crawl into a hole, but there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. Even if there had been, there was no he could diffuse the situation when Jason was already riled up and smirking. “Because it was,” Jason stated calmly, grin on his face. “It was also used for other things as well.”
“Jason...” Tim growled in warning, but he knew it was no use; Dick was already examining the material.
His face scrunched up in confusion for a moment before the scent permeating from the tattered remains of Tim's batsuit top hit his nose. Dick's eyes widened as he tossed the cloth away before pouncing Jason, laying into him. Jason was still smirking as he took the first punch then gave Dick on of his own.
“You son of a bitch!” Dick shouted as Tim ran over to try and hold Dick back. “Tim, let me go! He-”
“It was consensual,” Tim interrupted, and Dick stopped struggling to turn around and face Tim.
“Tim, what is wrong with you?” Dick asked incredulously.
Jason snorted. “So something has to be wrong with Tim for him to lay with me? Should have figured as much,” Jason said angrily as he header to grab the parts of his costume. “I'm probably just dirt in the sewers to you.”
Tim wasn't sure who to yell at first, but he really felt like busting both of his brothers heads at the moment. “Dick, there's nothing wrong with me,” he stated firmly before turning to see Jason pulling on his top and moving to put on his gloves. “Jason, you're not going out to patrol again, so sit your ass down!”
Jason snarled. “I don't take orders from you, Timmy,” he bit out as he yanked on his last glove, “and I sure as hell don't give a damn about the plan anymore. Dick will never be Batman, end of story. Gotham will have to deal with either me or you.”
Dick flinched at the words. “What the hell is he talking about, Tim?” he asked, thinking about the words he had overheard earlier. “What were you planning?”
Tim was going to have a migraine by the time night was out, he was sure as he snatched Jason's cape and cowl before he could grab it. “Planning to make you Batman, Dick,” Tim said as he balled up the cape and cowl, looking at Jason angrily as he tossed it into a deep cavern. “I said, you're not patrolling again.”
Jason's face hardened. “Just because we're fucking, kid, does not mean I won't pound your face in. I only agreed to your goddamn plan because you said we'd be equal in this. You start acting better than me, and you'll see where that'll get you.”
“See? He'll turn on you in a minute,” Dick interrupted, and Tim decided punching Dick sounded a bit more appealing.
Jason stalked towards Dick then went into a full run, tackling him to the ground. “Shut. Up!” he shouted as he struggled to pin Dick to the ground punch him.
Dick was too flexible for Jason to pin down properly as he slipped out of the pin and kick down at Jason. Jason moved with the kick and grabbed Dick's foot to take Dick with him as he fell back. Tim was not happy as his brothers kept fighting, so he jumped into the fray.
“Stop. Fighting,” he growled, a hand both of his brothers' chests, glaring at Dick for a moment before turning to glare at Jason.
Tim kept an eye on Dick a bit too long, so when Tim turned to glare at Jason, he already turned the tables and had Tim pinned to the ground, straddling him like earlier. “Maybe, under one condition,” Jason said seductively.
Dick growled angrily, about to throw Jason off when Tim held up a hand telling him not to interfere. “And that would be?” Tim asked as a pleasant shiver went down his spine from Jason's tone of voice.
Jason leaned down, mouth close to Tim's ear. “You help me double team Dick,” he whispered, and Tim knew exactly what kind of double teaming he meant.
Tim looked thoughtful for a moment before grinning a bit. “Agreed,” Tim answered firmly, and Dick's eyes widened, not knowing what was agreed to.
Once Tim's assent tumbled out of his mouth, Jason turned around and tackled Dick again, taking him by surprise. “What kind of truce is this!?” Dick shouted as Tim moved towards him.
“A fun one,” Jason answered with a grin before, looking up at Tim. “Think I should shut him, Timmy?”
Dick looked over to Tim, eyes wide in confusion. “He does talk too much,” Tim said thoughtfully before shaking his head. “No, let me.”
Before Dick could ask what the hell Tim meant by that, Tim's lips came crashing down on his. Dick's questions were muffled by the feel of Tim's lips against his, and Tim's tongue pushing into his mouth. Dick really should have minded being side tracked like that, especially with Jason still straddling him, but it was Tim kissing him. He couldn't help but kiss back.
When the kiss ended and Tim pulled back, Dick panted, looking up at Tim. “Why?” he asked as he caught his breath.
“You need to relax, Dickie-bird,” Jason said his hands slid up the top of Dick's Nightwing uniform. “I'm still pissed at you, so you better not expect me not to bite.”
Dick bit back a groan has Jason roughly tweaked his nipples. “Who says I want you to help me relax?” he growled as Tim moved to kiss the shell of his ear.
“No one,” Tim answered, giving Dick's ear a small lick, “but you should relax, and Jason is good at helping with that, surprisingly.”
“Baby bird, you're asking for it,” Jason growled teasingly as Tim helped him pull Dick's top off and over his head. “I'll take care of you, after we're done with golden boy here.”
Tim grinned. “If I let you,” he said back playful as his mouth returned to Dick's ear. “Just let us take care of you, Dick.”
Dick shivered at Tim's voice, and Jason's ministrations on his chest were not helping him hide it. “All right,” he conceded glancing at Jason. “Doesn't mean I forgive you for anything.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “What does forgiveness have to do with anything?” he asked coyly as his hand slipping in Dick's tights, cupping him through his jock. “Don't need to like me to let me help you relax, Dick.”
Dick gasped as Jason's hand moved the jock and grasped his cock. “I do like you...” he said breathlessly, “but you make it easy to hate you, too.”
Tim chuckled against Dick's ear before his lips moved down Dick's neck, nipping lightly as he went. “Understatement of the century,” Tim muttered against Dick's neck before sucking at the junction between Dick's neck and shoulder.
“I'm just special like that,” Jason murmured before ridding Dick of his tights and jock. “You love it.”
Tim snorted as he worked on giving Dick a hickey as he let one of his hand run through Dick's hair. Soon, all of Dick's protests were gone. Jason's mouth was kissing down his chest, making its way to Dick's cock while Tim lavished licks, bites, and kisses wherever Tim could get to. Dick was starting to forget why he was trying to fight this in this in the first place as both Jason and Tim made him more relaxed than he had been in a long time.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Jason, Dick (mentions Selina and Damian)
Pairing(s): Jason/Tim, Jason/Dick/Tim
Word Count: 3847 (yes, this ran away from me)
Genre: smut/general/drama
Rating: R/M
Notes: As promised, Jason/Tim smut in response to BftC #2. Though, it didn't want to stop there. Dick!muse wanted a say in this, and he almost turned the smut into dramatic fight times. >:| I was not happy, then it went back to smut. What if Tim ditched Selina before getting to Jason's cave... And what if Dick went after Tim and ran into Selina, who told him where she lost Tim...
Link: N/A
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On the way to Jason's Batcave, Tim noticed he had a stalker. How could he not? Though he'd never admit it to anyone out loud, he was one of the best stalkers ever. Who else could say they stalked Batman and Robin for three years, found out their identity at nine, and never got caught? No one, as far as Tim knew, and he was going to keep it that way.
So when he noticed Selina was stalking him, Tim was starting to think maybe wearing the batsuit wasn't the most subtle idea ever. Luckily, he lost he long enough to slip into Jason's 'cave without notice from Selina. He breathed a sigh of relief, since there were protocols to be followed if she did follow him in. He didn't really feel like following them right now.
“Took you long enough,” Jason's voice echoed over the speakers. “I noticed you had a stalker.”
Tim rolled his eyes, pulling off the cowl irritably. “I lost her before we got too close, or we wouldn't be talking like this,” Tim stated crossing his arms, still feeling a bit uncomfortable in the batsuit. “Now, come out all ready.”
Suddenly, Jason landed in front of him, full cowl and mask still on. “Miss me?” he asked with a grin that Tim knew was there, but the grate was in the way.
“Business, Jason, get down to business,” Tim stated as Jason pulled off the grate and the cowl. “We need to-”
“It can wait,” Jason interrupted, stalking closer to Tim, unlatching his cape as he went. “I have a better idea.”
“Jason, our plan is the most important thing. Dick has to become Batman,” Tim stated as he tried not watch as Jason stopped in front of him, a lewd grin on his face. “We don't have time for this.”
“There's always time for a quickie, Timmy,” Jason murmured in Tim's ear as his hands moved to the latches that kept Tim's cape on. “I know you want to.”
Tim couldn't exactly deny that. Since they started this elaborate plan force Dick to become the Batman that Gotham needed, Tim had started to see a different side to Jason. After working close together with him secretly for weeks on end, something changed somewhere along the line. It was probably after they both had a difficult patrol, and their adrenaline was still pumping. Actually, that night he and Jason fucked on floor of Jason's Batcave.
“Not the point, Jason,” Tim said in a low voice, his the cape and cowl fell away, and Jason's hands started to wander. “Dammit, later...”
Jason chuckled before tilting Tim's chin up. “Now,” Jason growled before pulling Tim into a fierce kiss and his hands gripping Tim's ass, pulling Tim close to him.
At this point, Tim knew it was useless to fight. He wanted it, and even though he still had a sense of responsibility to the plan, Tim was still human. He needed a break once and a while, and it was best to do that with Jason then have some sort of break in front of Dick. That would have been counter-productive to the plan.
So with nothing he could do, since stopping this would only make Jason ornery, which also wouldn't help the plan, Tim kissed Jason hard, making Jason step back until he walked into the curtains hanging in the back of the cave. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Jason yanked the curtains down, tossing to them to ground before pushing Tim down onto them. When Jason straddled Tim with a grin, Tim scowled, not liking that Jason always expected to top. Except this time, before Tim could turn the tables on Jason, he felt a zip-strip tighten on his wrists, tying them together above his head.
“Jason!” Tim growled, struggling to get out from under Jason.
Jason clucked his tongue. “Not so fast, baby bird,” he said his mouth licked a path down Tim's neck before taking a batarang from his utility belt and slashing open the top of the batsuit. “We're going to enjoy this then we can think about golden boy and the plan.”
“Dammit, Jason! I needed to bring this back!” Tim shouted unhappily as his chest was exposed as he tried to get himself free, but it wasn't possible when Jason just removed his utility belt and tossed it across the cave.
“Relax,” Jason soothed as licked down from Tim's neck before nibbling on one of Tim's nipple, eliciting a moan. “You've been too tense lately. Very counter-productive to the plan, boy wonder.”
The teasing in Jason's voice just pissed Tim off more. “The plan is important!” he shouted, which didn't have as much effect when he moaned just after because of Jason's ministration.
“Very important, I agree,” Jason said as his breath ghosted down Tim's stomach, “but, it doesn't work if you over stress yourself, kid.”
Tim was about to make protest about that, but Jason had slipped his hand into Tim's tights, and words were a thing of the past. Jason grinned, knowing the effect he had on Tim, as he yanked down Tim's tights violently, taking the jock with it. Once Tim's cock was out in the open, Jason took it into his mouth, making Tim choke on a moan.
While Jason's mouth sucked Tim's cock, Tim struggled to get his hands free. He did not want to end up owing Jason, even though he would have fun doing it. He wanted this to be mutual, so luckily, Tim had hidden a small knife in the bat gloves, effectively cutting himself free from the zip-strips. With his hands free, Tim gripped Jason's hair, pulling him off.
Jason looked up, lips a bit red and wet from his previous action. “You're no fun, Tim,” he said with a pout, licking his lips. “You were enjoying that, I kno-”
Tim smashed his lips against Jason's partially to shut up and partially to distract him from what Tim was planning. Jason kissed back just as hard as Tim was not noticing when Tim disabled his belt and tossed it across the cave. Jason pulled away when he did notice with a slight glare before just pulling the top of his batsuit over his head, bringing the gloves with it.
“Changing tactics, are we?” Jason asked as Tim's hands gripped Jason's hips.
“Maybe,” he said noncommittally as he flipped Jason on his back, straddling. “Or maybe I just want to top.”
Jason grinned as Tim's hand moved to Jason's tights, pulling down the jock as well. Now, they were both naked, and Tim was going to take full advantage of that as he ground his hip against Jason's. Jason moaned as he bucked his hip up, his hands gripping Tim's ass. Tim groaned as he moved faster against Jason. Tim was sure Jason had planned for this to be longer, but with both their utility belts much farther away then either them were willing to go, there was no chance of any lube.
Not to be out done, but not really willing to flip Tim onto his back again, Jason took a hand off Tim's ass and gripped both their cocks, jerking them off together as Tim moved above him. Soon, Tim came first, Jason following him after Tim collapsed on top of him.
After a few moments of the only noise in the cave being their heavy breathing, Jason chuckled. “You came first again,” he murmured into Tim's ear before chuckling again.
Tim growled as he rolled off Jason reaching for his tights. “Shut up. We have work to do,” he stated unhappily as he reached for his tattered top, deciding it was a wash, and using it to wipe the cum off his body before pulling on his jock and tights.
Jason just put his arms behind his head and grinned, looking even more debauched with his and Tim's cum drying on his chest. “Fine with me,” he said leisurely, reaching for his own jock and tights. “So, after making Dick good enough to be the Batman he needs to be, I think we should be his destressor.”
Tim raised an eyebrow as he tossed his tattered top to Jason to clean up with. “Really? And why do you think Dick will talk to us after this?” he asked, having not actually gotten to that part of the plan, believing that the plan had to happen, no matter the consequences for his relationship with Dick.
“He will,” Jason stated firmly as he ignored putting his own top back on even after using Tim's top to clean off his before he got up to walk towards his computer. “He'd never stay mad at you, kid.”
Tim frowned and followed Jason as Jason tossed the remains of Tim's top to the ground. “You're not going to take all the blame. I won't let you,” Tim said firmly as Jason sat in the chair, facing away from Tim, only for Tim to spin him around to look at him. “We're in this together, remember?”
“Yes, as you keep reminding me,” Jason growled, pulling Tim into his lap, “but Dick trusts you, not me. It'll be better this way.”
“No, it won't,” Tim stated, not moving from Jason's lap as he spun them back around to see the monitors. “Anyway, we're not nearly far enough with the plan to be planning out the consequences of our actions. The consequences will be whatever they'll be. We'll just have to deal.”
“Sure,” Jason muttered as Tim moved from his lap to get to work.
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After finding the note Tim left and the missing batsuit, Dick was a little less than reassured. He didn't want to leave Damian alone, even in the cave where he would be the safest, but Dick couldn't let Tim down. Sure, Tim probably could handle whatever he was doing himself, but there was no way Dick was going to chance he couldn't. Donning the batsuit would call more enemies to Tim than he may be able to handle.
So, Dick went out, leaving Damian in Alfred's capable hands, to track down Tim. On his way, he ran into Selina who informed him of a 'Batman' that had lost her. Dick decided to search the area, since he was pretty sure Selina had run into Tim. After a while, Dick was starting to get fed up, finding absolutely no trace until he stumbled upon a slight opening in a wall that shouldn't be there. Dick's brow furrowed as he quietly opened the wall a bit more before slipping in. Once he was in and took a few steps, he started to hear voices.
A chuckle and a murmuring a voice Dick couldn't understand, but the next voice he definitely recognized. “Shut up. We have work to do,” Dick heard Tim say.
Curious who the hell Tim was talking to, Dick moved a bit more in the shadows, not getting a view of Tim or the person he was talking to yet. “Fine with me,” Dick heard the second voice say, and he automatically tensed. Why was Tim meeting with Jason Todd? “So, after making Dick good enough to be the Batman he needs to be, I think we should be his destressor.”
Now Dick was shocked and confused. What the hell did Jason mean by any of that? “Really? And why do you think Dick will talk to us after this?” Dick heard Tim say, and Dick frowned as he kept trying to move into a place where he could see his brothers.
“He will,” Dick heard Jason state firmly. “He'd never stay mad at you, kid.”
Dick agreed with Jason. He could never stay mad at Tim, but he really needed to know what was going on. “You're not going to take all the blame. I won't let you,” When Tim said that, Dick wasn't sure what blame he was talking about, at all. “We're in this together, remember?”
In what together, Dick really wanted to shout, still not in good place to view his brothers. “Yes, as you keep reminding me,” Dick heard Jason growl, “but Dick trusts you, not me. It'll be better this way.”
Now Dick was wondering when Jason would play martyr for anyone, in any fashion, let alone Tim. “No, it won't,” Dick heard Tim state and Dick was finally fed up not having a visual, so he climbed up to a place in the shadows where he could see his brothers. “Anyway, we're not nearly far enough with the plan to be planning out the consequences of our actions. The consequences will be whatever they'll be. We'll just have to deal.”
Once Tim finished talking was when Dick could finally see Jason and Tim. Dick was shocked. Tim was half dressed, sitting in Jason's lap, who was also half dressed. Dick was just as confused as before, if not more so. “Sure,” Dick barely heard Jason mutter as Tim moved out of Jason's lap just in time to see Dick come out of the shadows.
“Dick!” Tim yelped in shock, wracking his brain for a good lie for this situation. “What are you doing here?”
Dick kept a stoic face, tossing Tim's note to him. “Did you think I wouldn't come after you?” he asked, the incredulity almost showing in his voice.
“You didn't have to, Dick,” Tim answered quietly, glad Jason hadn't made any comments yet. “I know what I'm doing.”
“Do you?” Dick asked angrily. “If you did, you wouldn't be here with him. Did you know that he shot Damian?”
Tim looked over Jason with a stern look, but couldn't hold it long as Jason raised is hands in defense. “The kid had armor the rest of us had,” Jason stated before looking significantly. “He probably didn't need anymore surgery than what you needed when you met the kid.”
Tim turned to Dick trying not to cringe. “If that's true, I'm hardly feeling pity for the kid,” he grumbled. “As long as he pulled through, maybe he'll learn a lesson about skewering family.”
Dick scowled before glaring at Jason. “But when is Jason going to learn his lesson about shooting family, no matter how well armored they are?”
Jason stood up, glaring at Dick defiantly. “The kid needs to learn he can't go out expecting the world to fall at his feet. Better I shot him than someone who was aiming to kill,” Jason growled.
“And why should I believe you weren't aiming to kill?” Dick asked just as he glanced down and noticed the cut up top of Tim's batsuit, going to pick it up. “And why does this look like it was cut through?”
When Dick picked up the top, Tim wanted to crawl into a hole, but there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. Even if there had been, there was no he could diffuse the situation when Jason was already riled up and smirking. “Because it was,” Jason stated calmly, grin on his face. “It was also used for other things as well.”
“Jason...” Tim growled in warning, but he knew it was no use; Dick was already examining the material.
His face scrunched up in confusion for a moment before the scent permeating from the tattered remains of Tim's batsuit top hit his nose. Dick's eyes widened as he tossed the cloth away before pouncing Jason, laying into him. Jason was still smirking as he took the first punch then gave Dick on of his own.
“You son of a bitch!” Dick shouted as Tim ran over to try and hold Dick back. “Tim, let me go! He-”
“It was consensual,” Tim interrupted, and Dick stopped struggling to turn around and face Tim.
“Tim, what is wrong with you?” Dick asked incredulously.
Jason snorted. “So something has to be wrong with Tim for him to lay with me? Should have figured as much,” Jason said angrily as he header to grab the parts of his costume. “I'm probably just dirt in the sewers to you.”
Tim wasn't sure who to yell at first, but he really felt like busting both of his brothers heads at the moment. “Dick, there's nothing wrong with me,” he stated firmly before turning to see Jason pulling on his top and moving to put on his gloves. “Jason, you're not going out to patrol again, so sit your ass down!”
Jason snarled. “I don't take orders from you, Timmy,” he bit out as he yanked on his last glove, “and I sure as hell don't give a damn about the plan anymore. Dick will never be Batman, end of story. Gotham will have to deal with either me or you.”
Dick flinched at the words. “What the hell is he talking about, Tim?” he asked, thinking about the words he had overheard earlier. “What were you planning?”
Tim was going to have a migraine by the time night was out, he was sure as he snatched Jason's cape and cowl before he could grab it. “Planning to make you Batman, Dick,” Tim said as he balled up the cape and cowl, looking at Jason angrily as he tossed it into a deep cavern. “I said, you're not patrolling again.”
Jason's face hardened. “Just because we're fucking, kid, does not mean I won't pound your face in. I only agreed to your goddamn plan because you said we'd be equal in this. You start acting better than me, and you'll see where that'll get you.”
“See? He'll turn on you in a minute,” Dick interrupted, and Tim decided punching Dick sounded a bit more appealing.
Jason stalked towards Dick then went into a full run, tackling him to the ground. “Shut. Up!” he shouted as he struggled to pin Dick to the ground punch him.
Dick was too flexible for Jason to pin down properly as he slipped out of the pin and kick down at Jason. Jason moved with the kick and grabbed Dick's foot to take Dick with him as he fell back. Tim was not happy as his brothers kept fighting, so he jumped into the fray.
“Stop. Fighting,” he growled, a hand both of his brothers' chests, glaring at Dick for a moment before turning to glare at Jason.
Tim kept an eye on Dick a bit too long, so when Tim turned to glare at Jason, he already turned the tables and had Tim pinned to the ground, straddling him like earlier. “Maybe, under one condition,” Jason said seductively.
Dick growled angrily, about to throw Jason off when Tim held up a hand telling him not to interfere. “And that would be?” Tim asked as a pleasant shiver went down his spine from Jason's tone of voice.
Jason leaned down, mouth close to Tim's ear. “You help me double team Dick,” he whispered, and Tim knew exactly what kind of double teaming he meant.
Tim looked thoughtful for a moment before grinning a bit. “Agreed,” Tim answered firmly, and Dick's eyes widened, not knowing what was agreed to.
Once Tim's assent tumbled out of his mouth, Jason turned around and tackled Dick again, taking him by surprise. “What kind of truce is this!?” Dick shouted as Tim moved towards him.
“A fun one,” Jason answered with a grin before, looking up at Tim. “Think I should shut him, Timmy?”
Dick looked over to Tim, eyes wide in confusion. “He does talk too much,” Tim said thoughtfully before shaking his head. “No, let me.”
Before Dick could ask what the hell Tim meant by that, Tim's lips came crashing down on his. Dick's questions were muffled by the feel of Tim's lips against his, and Tim's tongue pushing into his mouth. Dick really should have minded being side tracked like that, especially with Jason still straddling him, but it was Tim kissing him. He couldn't help but kiss back.
When the kiss ended and Tim pulled back, Dick panted, looking up at Tim. “Why?” he asked as he caught his breath.
“You need to relax, Dickie-bird,” Jason said his hands slid up the top of Dick's Nightwing uniform. “I'm still pissed at you, so you better not expect me not to bite.”
Dick bit back a groan has Jason roughly tweaked his nipples. “Who says I want you to help me relax?” he growled as Tim moved to kiss the shell of his ear.
“No one,” Tim answered, giving Dick's ear a small lick, “but you should relax, and Jason is good at helping with that, surprisingly.”
“Baby bird, you're asking for it,” Jason growled teasingly as Tim helped him pull Dick's top off and over his head. “I'll take care of you, after we're done with golden boy here.”
Tim grinned. “If I let you,” he said back playful as his mouth returned to Dick's ear. “Just let us take care of you, Dick.”
Dick shivered at Tim's voice, and Jason's ministrations on his chest were not helping him hide it. “All right,” he conceded glancing at Jason. “Doesn't mean I forgive you for anything.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “What does forgiveness have to do with anything?” he asked coyly as his hand slipping in Dick's tights, cupping him through his jock. “Don't need to like me to let me help you relax, Dick.”
Dick gasped as Jason's hand moved the jock and grasped his cock. “I do like you...” he said breathlessly, “but you make it easy to hate you, too.”
Tim chuckled against Dick's ear before his lips moved down Dick's neck, nipping lightly as he went. “Understatement of the century,” Tim muttered against Dick's neck before sucking at the junction between Dick's neck and shoulder.
“I'm just special like that,” Jason murmured before ridding Dick of his tights and jock. “You love it.”
Tim snorted as he worked on giving Dick a hickey as he let one of his hand run through Dick's hair. Soon, all of Dick's protests were gone. Jason's mouth was kissing down his chest, making its way to Dick's cock while Tim lavished licks, bites, and kisses wherever Tim could get to. Dick was starting to forget why he was trying to fight this in this in the first place as both Jason and Tim made him more relaxed than he had been in a long time.
