shinyglorchan

Title: Creative Uses
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Dick, Roy, Jason
Pairing(s): Dick/Roy
Word Count: 479
Genre: general/humor/pre-smut
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Written for

vocallight for my Mood Meme. Prompt: Roy/Dick - creative. (comment_fic prompt: "Teen Titans/Titans (whatever), Roy/Dick, locked in a broom closet with no way out") Doubled as an answer to a prompt at

comment_fic. Again, Jason!muse got jealous. Silly Jason, kidnapping isn't always the answer. Okay, but it should be. Roy and Dick find themselves locked in a closet, naked with no way of escape. And Jason wasn't the only one in on this little scheme.
Link: comment_fic

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“Let me get this straight,” Roy began. “Your whacked out brother thinks we're not 'creative' enough, so he locked us in a broom closet without our uniforms or weapons?”

Dick grimaced as he glanced at the wooden chest Roy was perched on. “You forgot what's probably in that chest your sitting on,” he offered weakly.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Okay, not only did Jason drug us, take our clothes and weapons, lock us in a broom closet that's so secure even a well-equipped bat would have a difficult time getting out, but he left us in said secure broom closet with a chest probably full of toys and kinky shit. Did I cover everything?”

“There are condoms and lube in the chest too,” Jason's voice spoke up, clearly amused, making Roy nearly jump into Dick's arms.

Dick snorted as Roy shoved him away, though in such a cramped space, that wasn't far. “Jason, I have a daughter to get back to!” Roy shouted unhappily.

“She's baking cookies with her Uncle Alfred and Uncle Tim,” Jason's voice stated, echoing though the small space.

“Tim is in on this!?” Dick shouted as Roy winced at Dick's volume.

“How was could I get Alfred to take care of Lian if I didn't have Boy Liar's help?” Jason said, the grin clear in his voice. “Anyway, Lian said daddy and Uncle Dick need some alone time. She was happy to let me help.”

Roy groaned as he buried his face in his hands. “He's corrupting my daughter,” he moaned unhappily as Dick rubbed his back.

“Oh, c'mon. You have alone time. I'll even stop listening when you start.” Jason paused. “And plus, don't you think the world's trying to tell you something when Baby Bird is willing to team up with me?”

Dick and Roy stayed quiet for a moment before Dick sighed in defeat. “All right, but you better not have any cameras in here,” he grumbled before moving to go through the chest.

“No cameras from me,” Jason stated firmly, and Roy rolled his eyes.

“Dick may want to believe that, but why should I?” Roy asked as he glanced over Dick's shoulder; there were pretty interesting things in that chest he'd love to use on Dick.

“I swear on my grave that I don't have a single camera in there with you,” Jason swore.

Roy was still a bit skeptical, but that seemed enough for Dick who pounced him with a pair of handcuffs and some rope. Jason turned off the first sound feed, switching to the second audio feed and video feed. He said he didn't put a single camera in that room, and that was the complete truth. That didn't mean Oracle hadn't made Tim do it. Jason grinned as he put up his feet to watch the show.