Sucker Punch.
Pairing: Dick/Jason [Batman]
Date Written: January 7, 2006
Dick comes in from a long day at the bar and tosses his keys onto the table by the door before hitting the play button on his answering machine. He listens through a couple of telemarketers before he picks up on Jason’s voice.
“Hey, Dick. It’s Jay. I’m bored and I was just calling to say hi.”
Making a mental note to call Jason back at some point, Dick erases the message and goes onto the next. This one is from Jason too. In fact, the next ten are from Jason, all pretty much saying the same thing, but with increasing urgency until finally:
“Dick? If you’re there, pick up. It’s an emergency.”
Dick frowns at the machine. Emergency? Curious, Dick picks up the phone and dials the number for the manor. He expects Alfred to pick up, but instead, Jason answers.
“Hello?”
“Jay?”
“Hey, Dick!”
“You said there was an emergency?”
“Oh, umm, yeah. Bruce is on a business trip and Alfred went to England to visit some friends and I’m all alone and there was this… accident-“
Dick cuts him off. “I’ll be right there.”
Putting down the phone, Dick picks up his keys and heads back out. He makes it to the manor in record time and lets himself in. As he enters the foyer, he calls out for Jason.
“Jay? It’s Dick. Where are you?”
Jason pokes his head out from the kitchen door. “I’m in here. Hurry!”
Dick runs into the kitchen after Jason and then skids to a stop when he doesn’t see any smoke or signs of a fire or any other emergency.
“Where’s the emergency?”
Jason points at the toaster. “I, umm, tried to make grilled cheese and it’s all… messy in there now.”
Dick raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “This is the emergency?”
“Well, Alfred is gonna kill me if he sees the toaster like this with the cheese all melted inside and everything!”
“Jason,” Dick says wearily, “whatever made you think you could make grilled cheese in a toaster?”
“I didn’t know you couldn’t. I didn’t have a toaster growing up. And I don’t know how to use all this fancy…” Jason waves his hands at the pots and pans rack. “Stuff.”
With a long suffering sigh, Dick picks up the toaster and examines the inside of it. After a moment of trying to scrape the burnt and melted cheese out of it with a small, plastic spatula, Dick gives up.
“Didn’t Bruce leave you money? Why didn’t you just order a pizza?”
“I didn’t want a pizza, I wanted grilled cheese.”
Dick sighs again. “Well, this toaster is a wash.” He sets it aside and looks at Jason, who is pouting at him, and sighs for the third time since arriving at the manor. “I’ll make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”
Jason beams. “Thanks, Dick.”
Dick mumbles something that almost sounds like “you’re welcome” but could be “you’re welcome, brat” and pulls down a pan before going into the refrigerator to grab butter and cheese and then bread out of the breadbox. As he’s making the grilled cheese, he mutters under his breath about lack of sleep and silly barely teenage boys and how Alfred will probably kill them both. While he’s doing that, Jason sits on the counter and swings his legs back and forth while staring at Dick. Finally, Dick stops muttering and turns to look at Jason.
“What?”
Jason grins. “Nothin’.”
Dick sighs yet again and grabs a plate out of the cabinet before flipping the grilled cheese onto it.
“Here you go.”
Jason takes the plate and sets it on his lap before picking up the sandwich and taking a big bite out of it.
“Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?”
“I should get going, Jason. I have a city to patrol.”
Jason pouts. “But it’s so lonely here. Don’t you remember what it was like to have to stay here by yourself?”
Dick opens his mouth to say that he really does have to go, but finds himself saying, “Okay, I’ll stay,” instead.
“Whoohoo!” Jason shouts as he pumps the hand without the grilled cheese in it in the air.
Dick shakes his head. “Finish your sandwich.”
Jason winks at him. “Yes, sir.”
He finishes the sandwich in three bites, hops off the counter, sticks the plate in the dishwasher and grabs Dick’s hand to pull him out of the room in almost one, smooth motion. After leading Dick into the viewing room, he continues to hold onto his hand.
“What do you wanna watch?”
“Whatever you want to watch is fine with me.”
Jason grins and digs through the movies before pulling an unmarked one off the rack. Dick tilts his head at the blank jacket and wonders why it looks familiar until Jason puts it in and the cheesy music starts up, then he remembers. It’s porn. Bruce’s porn. Bruce’s porn that Dick was never supposed to know about, never mind Jason. Jason tugs on Dick’s hand and pulls him onto the couch next to him.
“Jason, you’re not supposed to be watching this stuff.”
“Then Bruce should hide it better, shouldn’t he?”
“Jason.”
“Dick,” Jason whines before begging. “Please?”
Dick represses a sigh as he glances at the screen where a scantily-clad woman is holding a whip while a man is tied to the bed.
“Fine.”
“Wicked.”
Instead of watching the screen, Dick watches Jason. Jason’s eyes are wide as he watches whatever’s going on in the porn. Dick’s eyes flick toward the screen and suddenly the whole so-called plot of the porn comes back to him. The woman is just a prop, it’s really about two guys having sex. Dick turns back to Jason and Jason turns to look at him.
“Wow. I never knew Bruce was into this stuff.”
“Well, umm, he…” Dick doesn’t know what to say.
Jason looks at him with wide, earnest eyes. “Are you into this stuff too?”
Dick shifts in his seat. “Err, yes.”
Jason’s eyes widen even further. “Wow.”
Dick reaches for the remote. “We really shouldn’t be watching this.”
Jason reaches to stop him and then turns his head and steals a sloppy kiss from Dick. Dick pulls away out of shock and Jason ducks his head for a second before he climbs into Dick’s lap and tries to kiss him again. Dick grabs Jason’s shoulders and pushes him back a little. Jason squirms in his lap, pressing down against Dick’s groin and Dick bites his lip to stop himself from moaning.
“Jason, stop.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re only thirteen and we really shouldn’t be doing this?”
It comes out almost like a question, like Dick is unsure of what he’s saying and he cringes slightly.
“So?”
“So, get out of my lap, Jay.”
Jason does something with his mouth that could be either a smirk or a pout. “Make me.”
Dick grabs Jason by his hips and lifts him out of his lap before depositing him onto the couch. Jason really does pout this time.
“Can’t you just kiss me a little?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Jason.”
“Dick.”
Dick stands up. “I’m leaving now.”
Jason grabs his wrist and tugs him back down onto the couch. “No, please don’t leave. I’ll be good. I promise.”
Dick sighs. “Okay, okay.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Jason warily out of the corner of his eye. Jason watches the porn and Dick tries not to notice when Jason adjusts himself through his pants. When it’s finally over with, Dick yawns pointedly and then stands to stretch.
“Bedtime, don’t you think?”
“It’s only ten!” Jason protests.
“A goodnight’s sleep will do you some good,” Dick insists.
They turn off the TV, put the porn away, and then head upstairs. Dick goes to enter his old room, but Jason follows him. Dick pauses near the bed and turns around.
“Jason, you have to sleep in your own room.”
“Can’t I sleep with you?”
Jason looks exactly like a lost blue-eyed puppy dog. Dick shakes his head but then gestures for Jason to get in bed on the other side.
“C’mon.”
Grinning, Jason strips out of everything but his underwear and hops into bed. Dick does the same and slides under the covers, as far away from Jason as he can get. Jason slides right up next to him though and slings his arm over Dick’s waist, his hand hovering near Dick’s groin. Dick can feel Jason pressed hard against his lower back. Thirteen year-old boy, thirteen year-old boy, Dick repeats like a mantra in his head. He tries to ignore Jason and closes his eyes to go to sleep. Jason isn’t having that though. His hand slides under the waistband of Dick’s boxers and wraps around his cock. Immediately, Dick sits upright and pushes Jason away.
“You promised you’d be good.”
Jason winks. “I am good. I’ll be even better sucking your cock.”
“Jason!”
“What? Don’t you want me?”
“You’re just a boy.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes. I did.”
Dick gets out of bed and starts putting his clothes on. Jason follows after him and pulls him down for a hard, sloppy kiss. Dick groans. His hands start to come up to push Jason away, but end up resting on his shoulders. Dick takes control of the kiss, gliding his tongue against Jason’s until Jason moans, then Dick pulls back. He finishes fixing up his pants and throws on his shirt before shoving his feet into his shoes without bothering with his socks.
“I’m leaving.”
“No, don’t go.”
“Just go back to bed, Jason.”
Jason presses up against Dick and tries to kiss him again. Dick lets him for a second and then pushes him away, hard. Jason lands half on the bed and half off it. Dick stares at him for a moment before turning away. He nearly makes it out the door before Jason is clinging to him again. Dick can feel Jason’s hard cock against his thigh. For a second, Dick entertains the idea of just jerking Jason off. Instead, he pushes Jason away again, gently this time, and quickly walks away, down the stairs and out the front door. Just before he closes it, he can hear Jason calling after him.
“Dick, wait. I’m sorry. Please stay. I’m so alone.”
Dick pauses, considers going back upstairs, but then shuts the door and walks away.
Date Written: January 7, 2006
Dick comes in from a long day at the bar and tosses his keys onto the table by the door before hitting the play button on his answering machine. He listens through a couple of telemarketers before he picks up on Jason’s voice.
“Hey, Dick. It’s Jay. I’m bored and I was just calling to say hi.”
Making a mental note to call Jason back at some point, Dick erases the message and goes onto the next. This one is from Jason too. In fact, the next ten are from Jason, all pretty much saying the same thing, but with increasing urgency until finally:
“Dick? If you’re there, pick up. It’s an emergency.”
Dick frowns at the machine. Emergency? Curious, Dick picks up the phone and dials the number for the manor. He expects Alfred to pick up, but instead, Jason answers.
“Hello?”
“Jay?”
“Hey, Dick!”
“You said there was an emergency?”
“Oh, umm, yeah. Bruce is on a business trip and Alfred went to England to visit some friends and I’m all alone and there was this… accident-“
Dick cuts him off. “I’ll be right there.”
Putting down the phone, Dick picks up his keys and heads back out. He makes it to the manor in record time and lets himself in. As he enters the foyer, he calls out for Jason.
“Jay? It’s Dick. Where are you?”
Jason pokes his head out from the kitchen door. “I’m in here. Hurry!”
Dick runs into the kitchen after Jason and then skids to a stop when he doesn’t see any smoke or signs of a fire or any other emergency.
“Where’s the emergency?”
Jason points at the toaster. “I, umm, tried to make grilled cheese and it’s all… messy in there now.”
Dick raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. “This is the emergency?”
“Well, Alfred is gonna kill me if he sees the toaster like this with the cheese all melted inside and everything!”
“Jason,” Dick says wearily, “whatever made you think you could make grilled cheese in a toaster?”
“I didn’t know you couldn’t. I didn’t have a toaster growing up. And I don’t know how to use all this fancy…” Jason waves his hands at the pots and pans rack. “Stuff.”
With a long suffering sigh, Dick picks up the toaster and examines the inside of it. After a moment of trying to scrape the burnt and melted cheese out of it with a small, plastic spatula, Dick gives up.
“Didn’t Bruce leave you money? Why didn’t you just order a pizza?”
“I didn’t want a pizza, I wanted grilled cheese.”
Dick sighs again. “Well, this toaster is a wash.” He sets it aside and looks at Jason, who is pouting at him, and sighs for the third time since arriving at the manor. “I’ll make you a grilled cheese sandwich.”
Jason beams. “Thanks, Dick.”
Dick mumbles something that almost sounds like “you’re welcome” but could be “you’re welcome, brat” and pulls down a pan before going into the refrigerator to grab butter and cheese and then bread out of the breadbox. As he’s making the grilled cheese, he mutters under his breath about lack of sleep and silly barely teenage boys and how Alfred will probably kill them both. While he’s doing that, Jason sits on the counter and swings his legs back and forth while staring at Dick. Finally, Dick stops muttering and turns to look at Jason.
“What?”
Jason grins. “Nothin’.”
Dick sighs yet again and grabs a plate out of the cabinet before flipping the grilled cheese onto it.
“Here you go.”
Jason takes the plate and sets it on his lap before picking up the sandwich and taking a big bite out of it.
“Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?”
“I should get going, Jason. I have a city to patrol.”
Jason pouts. “But it’s so lonely here. Don’t you remember what it was like to have to stay here by yourself?”
Dick opens his mouth to say that he really does have to go, but finds himself saying, “Okay, I’ll stay,” instead.
“Whoohoo!” Jason shouts as he pumps the hand without the grilled cheese in it in the air.
Dick shakes his head. “Finish your sandwich.”
Jason winks at him. “Yes, sir.”
He finishes the sandwich in three bites, hops off the counter, sticks the plate in the dishwasher and grabs Dick’s hand to pull him out of the room in almost one, smooth motion. After leading Dick into the viewing room, he continues to hold onto his hand.
“What do you wanna watch?”
“Whatever you want to watch is fine with me.”
Jason grins and digs through the movies before pulling an unmarked one off the rack. Dick tilts his head at the blank jacket and wonders why it looks familiar until Jason puts it in and the cheesy music starts up, then he remembers. It’s porn. Bruce’s porn. Bruce’s porn that Dick was never supposed to know about, never mind Jason. Jason tugs on Dick’s hand and pulls him onto the couch next to him.
“Jason, you’re not supposed to be watching this stuff.”
“Then Bruce should hide it better, shouldn’t he?”
“Jason.”
“Dick,” Jason whines before begging. “Please?”
Dick represses a sigh as he glances at the screen where a scantily-clad woman is holding a whip while a man is tied to the bed.
“Fine.”
“Wicked.”
Instead of watching the screen, Dick watches Jason. Jason’s eyes are wide as he watches whatever’s going on in the porn. Dick’s eyes flick toward the screen and suddenly the whole so-called plot of the porn comes back to him. The woman is just a prop, it’s really about two guys having sex. Dick turns back to Jason and Jason turns to look at him.
“Wow. I never knew Bruce was into this stuff.”
“Well, umm, he…” Dick doesn’t know what to say.
Jason looks at him with wide, earnest eyes. “Are you into this stuff too?”
Dick shifts in his seat. “Err, yes.”
Jason’s eyes widen even further. “Wow.”
Dick reaches for the remote. “We really shouldn’t be watching this.”
Jason reaches to stop him and then turns his head and steals a sloppy kiss from Dick. Dick pulls away out of shock and Jason ducks his head for a second before he climbs into Dick’s lap and tries to kiss him again. Dick grabs Jason’s shoulders and pushes him back a little. Jason squirms in his lap, pressing down against Dick’s groin and Dick bites his lip to stop himself from moaning.
“Jason, stop.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re only thirteen and we really shouldn’t be doing this?”
It comes out almost like a question, like Dick is unsure of what he’s saying and he cringes slightly.
“So?”
“So, get out of my lap, Jay.”
Jason does something with his mouth that could be either a smirk or a pout. “Make me.”
Dick grabs Jason by his hips and lifts him out of his lap before depositing him onto the couch. Jason really does pout this time.
“Can’t you just kiss me a little?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Jason.”
“Dick.”
Dick stands up. “I’m leaving now.”
Jason grabs his wrist and tugs him back down onto the couch. “No, please don’t leave. I’ll be good. I promise.”
Dick sighs. “Okay, okay.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Jason warily out of the corner of his eye. Jason watches the porn and Dick tries not to notice when Jason adjusts himself through his pants. When it’s finally over with, Dick yawns pointedly and then stands to stretch.
“Bedtime, don’t you think?”
“It’s only ten!” Jason protests.
“A goodnight’s sleep will do you some good,” Dick insists.
They turn off the TV, put the porn away, and then head upstairs. Dick goes to enter his old room, but Jason follows him. Dick pauses near the bed and turns around.
“Jason, you have to sleep in your own room.”
“Can’t I sleep with you?”
Jason looks exactly like a lost blue-eyed puppy dog. Dick shakes his head but then gestures for Jason to get in bed on the other side.
“C’mon.”
Grinning, Jason strips out of everything but his underwear and hops into bed. Dick does the same and slides under the covers, as far away from Jason as he can get. Jason slides right up next to him though and slings his arm over Dick’s waist, his hand hovering near Dick’s groin. Dick can feel Jason pressed hard against his lower back. Thirteen year-old boy, thirteen year-old boy, Dick repeats like a mantra in his head. He tries to ignore Jason and closes his eyes to go to sleep. Jason isn’t having that though. His hand slides under the waistband of Dick’s boxers and wraps around his cock. Immediately, Dick sits upright and pushes Jason away.
“You promised you’d be good.”
Jason winks. “I am good. I’ll be even better sucking your cock.”
“Jason!”
“What? Don’t you want me?”
“You’re just a boy.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes. I did.”
Dick gets out of bed and starts putting his clothes on. Jason follows after him and pulls him down for a hard, sloppy kiss. Dick groans. His hands start to come up to push Jason away, but end up resting on his shoulders. Dick takes control of the kiss, gliding his tongue against Jason’s until Jason moans, then Dick pulls back. He finishes fixing up his pants and throws on his shirt before shoving his feet into his shoes without bothering with his socks.
“I’m leaving.”
“No, don’t go.”
“Just go back to bed, Jason.”
Jason presses up against Dick and tries to kiss him again. Dick lets him for a second and then pushes him away, hard. Jason lands half on the bed and half off it. Dick stares at him for a moment before turning away. He nearly makes it out the door before Jason is clinging to him again. Dick can feel Jason’s hard cock against his thigh. For a second, Dick entertains the idea of just jerking Jason off. Instead, he pushes Jason away again, gently this time, and quickly walks away, down the stairs and out the front door. Just before he closes it, he can hear Jason calling after him.
“Dick, wait. I’m sorry. Please stay. I’m so alone.”
Dick pauses, considers going back upstairs, but then shuts the door and walks away.