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Whatever I Want	By : HarlotOhara Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of the characters there within. DC holds the proper ownership. I made no money off of this story.

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- 1-Whatever I Want
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Dick had to admit, when he had met Jason Todd, his first thought had been to give a brief comparative study of the boy’s posture in his old costume. He had a swagger to his walk that hadn’t shown in the previous wearer and was put there by pleasure in the way his emerald feathered panties caught the eyes of men he walked past and arrogance at having been hand-picked by The Batman. He put a gloved hand on his slender boyish hip and cocked his head to the side of a building, sending a few inky black curls tumbling onto his pale cheeks. Motioning to the other side, he held a picture-perfect rebellion in the smirk of his curved lips.

“So, Nightwing…Dickie, are you going to help me or not?” Robin had asked in such a perfectly teasing tone that it had sounded blatantly sexual but coming from a voice that hadn’t yet broken into that of a man was sickening. Dick had been put off by the concept of sexualizing the costumed hero and he had grabbed the wrist of the boy before him and yanked him along to a less open spot to speak to him. It must have made quite a picture in that grungy alley way dressed in their bright costumes to be lecturing him so violently, but still Jason didn’t hear because he didn’t listen. He nibbled on a full soft lip and nodded his head, pouting and huffing and ignoring all at the same time.

He had sighed sullenly and nodded once before saying something that would stop Dick’s heart and then make it feel like it was beating backwards. He still felt cross with the world if he thought of it for too long, this many years later. “It’s not like I’m a virgin you know.” He had sneered at his brother and then, biting on the edge of one of his lips awkwardly he had shrugged his shoulders so that the short cape fell around him. “Besides, everyone knows that Batman’s a faggot. Or are you just jealous?”

The same boy was standing before him now, not much older or more mature mentally but physically a masterpiece of masculine design. Dark curls still tumbled against his smooth face in a way that was far too cute for any villain and his lips were dusted with miniscule drops of blood from his evening’s activities but none the less, he was still Jason Todd under his brief red domino mask. No more green feathered panties encasing his backside, just clothing that any man off the street might have worn just as easily. He still wore them like an over-paid model on the runway, but this time Dick was looking with appreciation. His build was close enough to Bruce’s now that it caught the acrobat’s eye in a favorable light.

When he came forward this time, Dick had his hand on his Escrima sticks in warning if not his heart on the matter. The kid had been brought back to life still himself in soul if not all the way in mind; he had a tendency to throw violent raging fits past any unreasonable tantrums he had given as The Boy Wonder. “What do you want, Jason?” Dick had asked softly, sitting up in his bed then and swinging his legs out of under the heavy blankets. It must have been cooler than usual in Bludhaven that night because Jason had closed the window after himself for the first time when he slid into the apartment and now seemed dumbstruck on what to say.

As usual that indecision didn’t last for long with him and he moved forward so swiftly that Dick had no chance to act. He had expected when arms were thrown forward to be pushed over on to his back or to be strangled or just plain struck. He had never expected to have the other man grabbing him close to embrace and pressing his face shyly into his shoulder like a nervous child. Jason wasn’t Red Hood tonight, or any kind of mournful avenger, he was just a little bird with a broken wing again. He smelled like gunpowder, plastic explosives and fresh blood but under that he smelled like he still used shampoo designed for children. That hint of baby powder that always makes its way into the formula for children’s scents lingered in messy black curls and Dick felt a pang of sympathy for his foster brother.

He could remember the way that Bruce had wept and he could remember a tombstone being picked out that was more appropriate for the death of an infant than a strong-willed youth. A lamb curled to the side of a lion didn’t even seem so wrong now. Not when Jason was cuddled close and crying out for attention and affection, a thumb even venturing dangerously close to those distractingly beautiful lips. He wanted to tell him to go ahead, to motion him onwards to relax enough to slip it into his mouth so he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. The motion pulled Jason back with him and the younger man laid his head against his brother’s chest, pulling his legs up onto the bed finally so that they were snuggled fully together.

“I’m lonely.” Jason had finally breathed, his hand slipping away from how it pressed against his mouth. Azure eyes had sought out Dick’s and they vouched for this sentiment if nothing else, just the bitterest hint of tears evident beneath his usual pout. He ought to have tried this same routine with Bruce, the former acrobat mused, brushing soft hair as he waited for the continuation. There was no way that would be all he would say, not something so short and so humble in its sentiment. The remainder of the words kept the promise of the boy’s premise with their tone. “I don’t want to go to bed tonight without you.”

Dick felt awful to give into the request, based only on the spoiled and childish nature of tone, noting that it seemed to be expected that the desire would be immediately fulfilled. He nodded his head despite himself, however, and he smiled at the pleased sigh of comfort that slipped from his brother’s mouth as the criminal snuggled tighter to his side. “You know, you’re going to have to stop this.” He whispered calmly, trying not to appreciate the petting of his own blue-black locks under burn-scarred fingers. Jason had mused before that he thought Dick was ‘pretty like a boy who could have been a girl’; he seemed to feel that this was a compliment.

“You need to go back to Bruce.” He scolded less than firmly, reaching down to pull off the red mask that covered his brother’s features just so slightly enough as to summon use of the imagination. Jason allowed him to remove the domino almost obediently but not to give that advice and he sneered at the suggestion, unmoved by the idea any further than any other night. Dick would have reminded him that he was the only Robin who had ever referred to Bruce as ‘Daddy’ and the only one who had his childhood art still displayed in the Wayne Company office but it was of no use. He had to let out his last few wails and cries before he could say he was sorry, just like always.

Jason kicked off his shoes grumpily and let Dick arrange the blankets back around them, seemingly content enough with this arrangement that he pulled his gun out of the holster and pushed it up under the pillows. His hands moved slowly to soft flannel night pants then and he let them rest against the drawstring of the waist. “I want you to fuck me.” He casually offered up, his cool expression suggesting that this was in no way to be considered an unreasonable request. Maybe it hadn’t been with the people he had known on the street, and God only knew if it had been with Bruce, but Dick frowned at the demand.

He was not by any means a prude or even terribly conservative. In fact, Officer Grayson likely had the most active sex-life in the entire precinct; it just so happened that he wasn’t a big fan of pity-fucks or angry-fucks or anything done like heroine. “You can do anything you want.” Jason offered to his brother, moving forward to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. Dick could taste the hint of strawberries against his mouth and it reminded him of the candy he sometimes brought the younger man as a gift when he visited Gotham. There was still something so babyish and wanting about him underneath the hardened exterior that made Dick uncomfortable to think of him like this.

“Anything I want?” Dick repeated finally when other words failed him, his tone invited the boy to back down from his stance while he still could. Not one to take a warning, Jason nodded and gave a darkly handsome smirk to the lithe figure whose arms were wrapped around him. Dick turned onto his side and wrapped both hands around his sibling, pulling his hard body closely to him. He could hear the sound of happiness in the excited breathe of the other man and he pressed a sweet loving kiss to the bloodied lips, tasting the strawberry and the excitement on his skin. He moved back then and pet a pale cool cheek tenderly as he spoke.

Jason’s eyes flickered with amazement when Dick answered with that his desire for their night alone would be. He’d never been asked for that before by anyone he had lay beside and it felt good in the same way that crying after a sad movie felt divine. It was freeing from the spiral of his life and as the room darkened, he clutched Dick’s hand tightly to remind him to keep his promises. “I just want to go to bed, Jason.” He had whispered, his eyes promising this was good enough for him. “I’ll hold you while you sleep; you don’t have to be scared tonight.”

Red Hood didn’t dream of fires and lost mothers and fear that night, like every night before had offered, instead he dreamt of nothing. Because that was all that was safe.
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