Tim/Jason Masq. (1/2)
Tim/Jason, picks up immediately after this thread. R/NC-17-ish. OMG.
redbutnotrobin: "If I'm giving you a medical exam, does that mean I get to charge you, or do I get charged for touching you?" Jason mocked as she let the smaller girl drag her out of the ballroom. She stopped outside of it, though, using her superior weight and height to her advantage to prevent Tim from dragging her down to the Ravenclaw quarters and instead inclined her head towards the stairs for Gryffindor. "And we're doing it in my room." Because that's where I have the surveillance set up. "I don't want to run into i>Bruce in the Ravenclaw common room on the way to your room."
batsmarts: Tim looked at Jason hard for a long time. Everything in his training and in his common sense told him that going to Jason's room was a very. bad. idea. But Jason had a point about not wanting to run into Bruce. "Let's just get this over with," She agreed. Again, against her better judgement.
redbutnotrobin: "What, not looking forwards to it, Princess? And here I thought you'd love the idea of having someone else examine the goods - or are you just pouting that it's not Bruce about to strip you of your skirt?" Jason sneered the words, even as she started to walk towards the Gryffindor tower, expecting Tim to follow her. She really, really ought to stop thinking about Bruce though, because every time she did, it just brought to mind all the rage she'd felt at seeing how closely the two of them were dancing; at how completely not-Bruce-like Bruce was behaving. She hated him in her world, yeah, but even there, she wouldn't have ever accused him of being wrongly with an underage girl because her Bruce would never do that. Even he had limits. Hurting Tim to prove some point about male posessiveness and then stating that he had the right to do so? Pathetic. At least Jason had the excuse of being exiled from the Batfamily; Tim knew she hated her. Jason wasn't expected to act in Tim's best interests, whereas Bruce was. That was why Bruce hurting Tim was just so much more wrong than Jason doing it. ...And Jason couldn't help but think about Terry stepping in on Jason's side, and Terry's comment about needing a sparring partner. It could just be a way to get Jason to fight in a friendly manner so that Terry could assess his potential and figure out how to defeat during a real fight but... Jason didn't really think it was that. Maybe partly that, because Terry was a Batman and that meant he had to be a devious bastard on some level, but probably only that. Maybe Terry really was making a sincere effort to reach out to Jason. Ryuuji liked him, after all, and Ryuuji had offered to spar with Jason as well. Knife-fighting more than sparring, but Jason had only accepted that because he and Ryuuji had fought alongside each other in Paris, with Nightwing. And then Ryuuji had seen him fighting Nightwing, so it wasn't like he had anything to hide from Ryuuji. Unless Ryuuji had told Terry all of that, in which case Jason didn't have to worry about Terry trying to get a heads-up on him either. And what with all that thinking, they'd already reached his door. Wow. Pressing his hand against it, having said the Gryffindor password on autopilot (Tim could probably get it from Nightwing anyway), Jason spoke the words to open up his room, then opened the door for Tim to enter first. "You first, Princess Timid."
batsmarts: He had only been holding on too tightly. Why, Tim didn't know and didn't want to think about. She was going to deal with Bruce later. After she'd dealt with Jason. And Jason... Jason was something all right. Jason made Tim question just about everything he knew. Everything he knew about the family and how people worked and how they thought. When Jason was just a terrifying spectre of who Robin used to be, Tim thought of him differently. Now that he knew Jason (sort of), he wasn't just some crazy freak running around killing people for attention. He had reasons and Tim... well, things about Tim and his life had changed and in a way he understood how someone could get to that place. He wasn't there, but he knew it was possible. Even understandable, to a point, if not forgivable. "Just, shut up about Bruce, Jason. This doesn't have anything to do with him. This is you and me," she growled, stepping out of his shoes once she was inside Jason's room, and clutching up some of the fabric of her dress. Shit. She was really going to do this.
redbutnotrobin: "You and everyone else you've spread your legs for, you mean." Jason locked the door behind them, bolts slamming into place and the faint, quiet hum of circuits springing to life signifying that the electronic guards he had on the door had been activated. After April 1st, when he'd been unsure if Kon had been in his room or not, Jason had remade the room differently - the bed was still positioned under the window, perfect for late-night entries and exits, but the desk was now near the door, a weird little plushie of a bat resting next to the mousepad of a computer. Weird not because it was poor quality, but because it had a red ribbon tied around its neck. In the darkness of the room, lights not turned on yet, the ribbon glistened like blood. There was a little light spilling in through the window, moon full to the point that it looked like a pregnant woman, too round and softly curved, and Jason gestured at the lamp near the bedside, as well the the red flashlight that rested on the bedside table positioned at the head of the bed. "Sit down there - we can use those." Not that he necessarily planned on conducting only a visual examination...
batsmarts: Tim ground her teeth. She wasn't going to say another word about it. ... Well, no, that wasn't true. "Like I said. You and me." Tim's voice sounded almost exactly the same now as it had before, low and rough and angry-hurt. She took a deep breath before moving over to the bedside, and flipping on the lamp on the night-stand. In a dress like this, there was really no good way to hike it up or get around it. Too many ruffles. Tim looked at Jason, and looked down at herself, and after easily undoing the bow at the small of her back, she managed to wriggle out of the dress, letting it fall into a little heap around her ankles. Hands covering her upper-half, Tim sat down, and kicked the dress away. Pity this kind of thing couldn't be done with the lights off.
redbutnotrobin: "You know, I can't see any difference between you like this and you in your Robin tunic." Jason just had to say, not bothering to step out of her robes or the body armor she had on underneath it. Mostly because yes, she was carrying guns under the loose clothing, and she wasn't sure that was quite appropriate right now. Tim was probably going to be tense enough without feeling threatened... And Jason liked the idea of being able to scare Tim on her own without needing any props. Following Tim to the bed, she leaned over to switch on the bright light, a circle of clear light falling on the bed and then picked up the flashlight, sitting down next to her as she did so. Impatiently, she gestured at the bed, making it clear that Tim should lie back and spread her legs. (If Jason kept lists of the Top Twenty Situations That She'd Never Be In, this would have made at least the top five.)
batsmarts: Tim gave Jason a look and glanced away, twisting so that her back was to Jason as she hooked her thumbs under the waist-band of the training-shorts she'd worn under the dress (in case of a fight) and tugged them down and off, kicking them away. This was definately up there on Tim's list of bad situations. She should have thought about that before Jason had locked the door. Again, hands over her breasts, Tim kept her legs together as she sort of shifted around on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, her eyes on Jason's face. This was not okay. And Tim knew that she COULD stop this whole thing now... ... if she wanted Jason to broadcast that she was a whore to the entire school.
redbutnotrobin: "Relax, will you? Your rack isn't that great." Jason leaned over to grab Tim's wrists, fingers curling around them tightly to yank them away from the other girl's wrists and press them against the white mattress, blankets a tangled mess at the foot of the bed. Taking a long, lingering look at the soft curves of flesh, tipped with pale pink nipples, Jason found the snide remark she was going to make about Tim being as flat as any guy dying in her suddenly dry mouth. Fuck. Figured that Tim would make a pretty girl. Even though Jason's normal type of girl was stacked like a bookshelf of Anne Rice novels. Letting go, satisfied that she'd made her point, Jason picked up the flashlight she'd dropped and shone it at the center of Tim's legs, eyes on the other girl's face and not the area highlighted by the bright circle of light, pale skin and dark hair caught in the spotlight. She didn't bother waiting to see if Tim would take the hint and open up, instead stating sharply, "I'm not Kon any longer; I don't have X-Ray. You're going to have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me to be able to check you."
batsmarts: Tim was still waiting for the scathing remark about her breasts to come next. It hadn't happened. Why not? Jason had just pinned her wrists and moved along. Tim drew in a deep breath, and after a moment's hesitation, squeezing her legs together tightly, she lifted her hips just barely and spread her legs. Her thighs - a too-creamy shade of eggshell, quivered just a little. The air in the room was cold, but Jason's gaze burned. Tim was trying to fight down a blush, unsuccessfully.
redbutnotrobin: Jason couldn't help but smirk at the way that Tim was blushing - Tim seemed to do that a lot, whether male or female. Stupid little rabbit-cat-Robin. Way, way too tiny and so blush-prone. It was like Tim was unable to do anything without blushing. Jason refused to consider how comfortable she'd be if their positions were reversed; she'd never leave herself so open to anyone, she didn't want to think about why Tim was making herself so vulnerable to Jason (she wasn't sure she'd find any answers, she thought she'd hate any answers that she could find). Leaning over, she used her spare hand, the one not holding the flashlight to push Tim's legs a little further apart, not being gentle about it but also not being any rougher than usual. Her fingertips stroked over the soft mound of hair, then pressed a little harder, curiously, searchingly. And all the while, Jason kept her Prussian blue eyes on Tim's, watching for a reaction beyond just a blush.
batsmarts: Tim could do lots of things without blushing! Jason just... Jason just GOT to him. And it was harder to CONTROL blushing now that he was a girl and... nevermind. Tim had kept her jaw clenched tight and her eyes closed and her mouth very firmly shut. And then there was that pressure. The insistance of it, and came all of a sudden. Tim made a surprised sound, twisting as she gasped and arched her back, hips instinctively shifting away from Jason's touch. Tim clutched up the sheets, her knuckles going white, and craned her neck so that she could meet Jason's eyes. She was completely, utterly vulnerable, and she knew it, and it was scaring her nearly to death.
redbutnotrobin: ...Right. Now Tim looked scared. Which was sort of how it should be, right? Jason was the big, bad scary ex-Robin. Little Red Riding Hood all grown up and kicking wolf ass. And Tim? Tim was the naive one. Who had wanted to kill the man that had killed his father. Who thought that Bruce should have killed the Joker rather than hit Jason. Who said that he would have done that. ...Yeah. Maybe not that naive after all. Distracted slightly, Jason set the flashlight down on her leg, clenching it in the curve of her knee to keep the beam of light pointing in the right direction. Now having another hand free, she reached up to touch Tim, fingers cupping the curve of one breast and her thumb caressing one nipple lightly. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, the hand between Tim's legs still and just lying there, curved over the triangle of hair as Jason focused on trying to make Tim relax a little more. She didn't like Tim or anything, but fuck, Tim was a girl right now. And even though this was just a medical thing (why the hell did Jason even care if Tim was a virgin or not? She could still call him a whore in his male form, after all, assuming that Ryuuji and Stephen ever got those two the potions to change them back), Jason still didn't really want to make Tim bleed. Or hurt anymore than actually necessary. He'd managed to avoid making Tim bleed when they were both male; as females, it ought to be even easier since now she provided her own lubrication at least.
redbutnotrobin: "If I'm giving you a medical exam, does that mean I get to charge you, or do I get charged for touching you?" Jason mocked as she let the smaller girl drag her out of the ballroom. She stopped outside of it, though, using her superior weight and height to her advantage to prevent Tim from dragging her down to the Ravenclaw quarters and instead inclined her head towards the stairs for Gryffindor. "And we're doing it in my room." Because that's where I have the surveillance set up. "I don't want to run into i>Bruce in the Ravenclaw common room on the way to your room."
batsmarts: Tim looked at Jason hard for a long time. Everything in his training and in his common sense told him that going to Jason's room was a very. bad. idea. But Jason had a point about not wanting to run into Bruce. "Let's just get this over with," She agreed. Again, against her better judgement.
redbutnotrobin: "What, not looking forwards to it, Princess? And here I thought you'd love the idea of having someone else examine the goods - or are you just pouting that it's not Bruce about to strip you of your skirt?" Jason sneered the words, even as she started to walk towards the Gryffindor tower, expecting Tim to follow her. She really, really ought to stop thinking about Bruce though, because every time she did, it just brought to mind all the rage she'd felt at seeing how closely the two of them were dancing; at how completely not-Bruce-like Bruce was behaving. She hated him in her world, yeah, but even there, she wouldn't have ever accused him of being wrongly with an underage girl because her Bruce would never do that. Even he had limits. Hurting Tim to prove some point about male posessiveness and then stating that he had the right to do so? Pathetic. At least Jason had the excuse of being exiled from the Batfamily; Tim knew she hated her. Jason wasn't expected to act in Tim's best interests, whereas Bruce was. That was why Bruce hurting Tim was just so much more wrong than Jason doing it. ...And Jason couldn't help but think about Terry stepping in on Jason's side, and Terry's comment about needing a sparring partner. It could just be a way to get Jason to fight in a friendly manner so that Terry could assess his potential and figure out how to defeat during a real fight but... Jason didn't really think it was that. Maybe partly that, because Terry was a Batman and that meant he had to be a devious bastard on some level, but probably only that. Maybe Terry really was making a sincere effort to reach out to Jason. Ryuuji liked him, after all, and Ryuuji had offered to spar with Jason as well. Knife-fighting more than sparring, but Jason had only accepted that because he and Ryuuji had fought alongside each other in Paris, with Nightwing. And then Ryuuji had seen him fighting Nightwing, so it wasn't like he had anything to hide from Ryuuji. Unless Ryuuji had told Terry all of that, in which case Jason didn't have to worry about Terry trying to get a heads-up on him either. And what with all that thinking, they'd already reached his door. Wow. Pressing his hand against it, having said the Gryffindor password on autopilot (Tim could probably get it from Nightwing anyway), Jason spoke the words to open up his room, then opened the door for Tim to enter first. "You first, Princess Timid."
batsmarts: He had only been holding on too tightly. Why, Tim didn't know and didn't want to think about. She was going to deal with Bruce later. After she'd dealt with Jason. And Jason... Jason was something all right. Jason made Tim question just about everything he knew. Everything he knew about the family and how people worked and how they thought. When Jason was just a terrifying spectre of who Robin used to be, Tim thought of him differently. Now that he knew Jason (sort of), he wasn't just some crazy freak running around killing people for attention. He had reasons and Tim... well, things about Tim and his life had changed and in a way he understood how someone could get to that place. He wasn't there, but he knew it was possible. Even understandable, to a point, if not forgivable. "Just, shut up about Bruce, Jason. This doesn't have anything to do with him. This is you and me," she growled, stepping out of his shoes once she was inside Jason's room, and clutching up some of the fabric of her dress. Shit. She was really going to do this.
redbutnotrobin: "You and everyone else you've spread your legs for, you mean." Jason locked the door behind them, bolts slamming into place and the faint, quiet hum of circuits springing to life signifying that the electronic guards he had on the door had been activated. After April 1st, when he'd been unsure if Kon had been in his room or not, Jason had remade the room differently - the bed was still positioned under the window, perfect for late-night entries and exits, but the desk was now near the door, a weird little plushie of a bat resting next to the mousepad of a computer. Weird not because it was poor quality, but because it had a red ribbon tied around its neck. In the darkness of the room, lights not turned on yet, the ribbon glistened like blood. There was a little light spilling in through the window, moon full to the point that it looked like a pregnant woman, too round and softly curved, and Jason gestured at the lamp near the bedside, as well the the red flashlight that rested on the bedside table positioned at the head of the bed. "Sit down there - we can use those." Not that he necessarily planned on conducting only a visual examination...
batsmarts: Tim ground her teeth. She wasn't going to say another word about it. ... Well, no, that wasn't true. "Like I said. You and me." Tim's voice sounded almost exactly the same now as it had before, low and rough and angry-hurt. She took a deep breath before moving over to the bedside, and flipping on the lamp on the night-stand. In a dress like this, there was really no good way to hike it up or get around it. Too many ruffles. Tim looked at Jason, and looked down at herself, and after easily undoing the bow at the small of her back, she managed to wriggle out of the dress, letting it fall into a little heap around her ankles. Hands covering her upper-half, Tim sat down, and kicked the dress away. Pity this kind of thing couldn't be done with the lights off.
redbutnotrobin: "You know, I can't see any difference between you like this and you in your Robin tunic." Jason just had to say, not bothering to step out of her robes or the body armor she had on underneath it. Mostly because yes, she was carrying guns under the loose clothing, and she wasn't sure that was quite appropriate right now. Tim was probably going to be tense enough without feeling threatened... And Jason liked the idea of being able to scare Tim on her own without needing any props. Following Tim to the bed, she leaned over to switch on the bright light, a circle of clear light falling on the bed and then picked up the flashlight, sitting down next to her as she did so. Impatiently, she gestured at the bed, making it clear that Tim should lie back and spread her legs. (If Jason kept lists of the Top Twenty Situations That She'd Never Be In, this would have made at least the top five.)
batsmarts: Tim gave Jason a look and glanced away, twisting so that her back was to Jason as she hooked her thumbs under the waist-band of the training-shorts she'd worn under the dress (in case of a fight) and tugged them down and off, kicking them away. This was definately up there on Tim's list of bad situations. She should have thought about that before Jason had locked the door. Again, hands over her breasts, Tim kept her legs together as she sort of shifted around on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, her eyes on Jason's face. This was not okay. And Tim knew that she COULD stop this whole thing now... ... if she wanted Jason to broadcast that she was a whore to the entire school.
redbutnotrobin: "Relax, will you? Your rack isn't that great." Jason leaned over to grab Tim's wrists, fingers curling around them tightly to yank them away from the other girl's wrists and press them against the white mattress, blankets a tangled mess at the foot of the bed. Taking a long, lingering look at the soft curves of flesh, tipped with pale pink nipples, Jason found the snide remark she was going to make about Tim being as flat as any guy dying in her suddenly dry mouth. Fuck. Figured that Tim would make a pretty girl. Even though Jason's normal type of girl was stacked like a bookshelf of Anne Rice novels. Letting go, satisfied that she'd made her point, Jason picked up the flashlight she'd dropped and shone it at the center of Tim's legs, eyes on the other girl's face and not the area highlighted by the bright circle of light, pale skin and dark hair caught in the spotlight. She didn't bother waiting to see if Tim would take the hint and open up, instead stating sharply, "I'm not Kon any longer; I don't have X-Ray. You're going to have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me to be able to check you."
batsmarts: Tim was still waiting for the scathing remark about her breasts to come next. It hadn't happened. Why not? Jason had just pinned her wrists and moved along. Tim drew in a deep breath, and after a moment's hesitation, squeezing her legs together tightly, she lifted her hips just barely and spread her legs. Her thighs - a too-creamy shade of eggshell, quivered just a little. The air in the room was cold, but Jason's gaze burned. Tim was trying to fight down a blush, unsuccessfully.
redbutnotrobin: Jason couldn't help but smirk at the way that Tim was blushing - Tim seemed to do that a lot, whether male or female. Stupid little rabbit-cat-Robin. Way, way too tiny and so blush-prone. It was like Tim was unable to do anything without blushing. Jason refused to consider how comfortable she'd be if their positions were reversed; she'd never leave herself so open to anyone, she didn't want to think about why Tim was making herself so vulnerable to Jason (she wasn't sure she'd find any answers, she thought she'd hate any answers that she could find). Leaning over, she used her spare hand, the one not holding the flashlight to push Tim's legs a little further apart, not being gentle about it but also not being any rougher than usual. Her fingertips stroked over the soft mound of hair, then pressed a little harder, curiously, searchingly. And all the while, Jason kept her Prussian blue eyes on Tim's, watching for a reaction beyond just a blush.
batsmarts: Tim could do lots of things without blushing! Jason just... Jason just GOT to him. And it was harder to CONTROL blushing now that he was a girl and... nevermind. Tim had kept her jaw clenched tight and her eyes closed and her mouth very firmly shut. And then there was that pressure. The insistance of it, and came all of a sudden. Tim made a surprised sound, twisting as she gasped and arched her back, hips instinctively shifting away from Jason's touch. Tim clutched up the sheets, her knuckles going white, and craned her neck so that she could meet Jason's eyes. She was completely, utterly vulnerable, and she knew it, and it was scaring her nearly to death.
redbutnotrobin: ...Right. Now Tim looked scared. Which was sort of how it should be, right? Jason was the big, bad scary ex-Robin. Little Red Riding Hood all grown up and kicking wolf ass. And Tim? Tim was the naive one. Who had wanted to kill the man that had killed his father. Who thought that Bruce should have killed the Joker rather than hit Jason. Who said that he would have done that. ...Yeah. Maybe not that naive after all. Distracted slightly, Jason set the flashlight down on her leg, clenching it in the curve of her knee to keep the beam of light pointing in the right direction. Now having another hand free, she reached up to touch Tim, fingers cupping the curve of one breast and her thumb caressing one nipple lightly. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, the hand between Tim's legs still and just lying there, curved over the triangle of hair as Jason focused on trying to make Tim relax a little more. She didn't like Tim or anything, but fuck, Tim was a girl right now. And even though this was just a medical thing (why the hell did Jason even care if Tim was a virgin or not? She could still call him a whore in his male form, after all, assuming that Ryuuji and Stephen ever got those two the potions to change them back), Jason still didn't really want to make Tim bleed. Or hurt anymore than actually necessary. He'd managed to avoid making Tim bleed when they were both male; as females, it ought to be even easier since now she provided her own lubrication at least.