Consequences 2: Retaliation
Title: Retaliation
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Tim, Dick and Jason
Warnings: Bondage, drugs, sexual situations.....and it's self betaed.
Rating: R?
Summery: Revenge is oh so sweet.
Word Count: 526
Author's Note: This can be read as a stand alone, but it would make a lot more sense if you read Consequences first.
He should have been worried. There were several reasons to be worried. One, it's Jason. Two, it's Jason. Three, it's Jason. Had he mentioned that it's JASON?! Tim knows his brother and revenge is something the prick absolutely savers. And why would he be wanting revenge this time? Oh, probably because Dick and he kicked Jason out of the bed, tied him to a chair and left him there. Naked. But what else could they have done? The idiot wanted sex and Tim had been to exhausted for words. Dick hadn't been in much better shape, so something had to be done.
Of course, neither of them had gotten much sleep in any case, fully expecting Jason to slip his bonds and do something in retaliation. That didn't happen. Instead they work up to a very empty chair with the ropes almost artfully draped over it. Jason was no where to be found. He wasn't at breakfast, which was odd enough. The second Robin never passed up food.
Dick had given him a concerned look. Tim knew what he was thinking. Had they gone too far? Is Jason pissed at them? Given all the crap they've been through and how hard they ALL had to work to put past hurts behind them, it is a reasonable enough concern. Tim on the other hand doesn't think such is the case. Rather, Jason is off plotting his revenge. Of this he has no doubt.
So he should have been worried. He should have been ready for whatever Jason had in mind. He was a competent vigilante after all. It sue didn’t' feel like it with him waking up in the Bunker, suspended at waist height and very naked.
It had to be the latte at the cafe. The last thing he remembers was the pimple faced kid behind the counter grinning at him. Damnit. He'd growl but there's a ball gag in his mouth. Small, white teeth work on the ball viciously.
His eyes get wide as DICK comes walking out of the shadows. What on earth was going on? The man is smiling. Sheepishly, except there is also something very lusty about it. Oh....crap.
“He said if I helped get you down here, he'd let me play too,” Dick says as he smiles and puts a fond hand on the boy's furiously working jaw. “And you were the one that had to tease him a bit before falling asleep.” The thumb moves to stroke the taunt skin of his mouth around the gag.
Tim's eyes snap fire, then they narrow as a hand sneaks around Dicks head and claps a chloroform drenched cloth. Dick struggles and tries to go for some nerve strikes as a simple reflex. But Jason is ready for it and manages to avoid them while still holding him securely until the anaesthetic takes effect.
When Dick finally slumps, Jason lowers him to the ground and smirks up at Tim. “I said I'd let him play. I never said he'd be topping.”
Doomed, he's supremely doomed. They both are. Oh well, at least he doesn't have anything pressing to do today.
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Tim, Dick and Jason
Warnings: Bondage, drugs, sexual situations.....and it's self betaed.
Rating: R?
Summery: Revenge is oh so sweet.
Word Count: 526
Author's Note: This can be read as a stand alone, but it would make a lot more sense if you read Consequences first.
He should have been worried. There were several reasons to be worried. One, it's Jason. Two, it's Jason. Three, it's Jason. Had he mentioned that it's JASON?! Tim knows his brother and revenge is something the prick absolutely savers. And why would he be wanting revenge this time? Oh, probably because Dick and he kicked Jason out of the bed, tied him to a chair and left him there. Naked. But what else could they have done? The idiot wanted sex and Tim had been to exhausted for words. Dick hadn't been in much better shape, so something had to be done.
Of course, neither of them had gotten much sleep in any case, fully expecting Jason to slip his bonds and do something in retaliation. That didn't happen. Instead they work up to a very empty chair with the ropes almost artfully draped over it. Jason was no where to be found. He wasn't at breakfast, which was odd enough. The second Robin never passed up food.
Dick had given him a concerned look. Tim knew what he was thinking. Had they gone too far? Is Jason pissed at them? Given all the crap they've been through and how hard they ALL had to work to put past hurts behind them, it is a reasonable enough concern. Tim on the other hand doesn't think such is the case. Rather, Jason is off plotting his revenge. Of this he has no doubt.
So he should have been worried. He should have been ready for whatever Jason had in mind. He was a competent vigilante after all. It sue didn’t' feel like it with him waking up in the Bunker, suspended at waist height and very naked.
It had to be the latte at the cafe. The last thing he remembers was the pimple faced kid behind the counter grinning at him. Damnit. He'd growl but there's a ball gag in his mouth. Small, white teeth work on the ball viciously.
His eyes get wide as DICK comes walking out of the shadows. What on earth was going on? The man is smiling. Sheepishly, except there is also something very lusty about it. Oh....crap.
“He said if I helped get you down here, he'd let me play too,” Dick says as he smiles and puts a fond hand on the boy's furiously working jaw. “And you were the one that had to tease him a bit before falling asleep.” The thumb moves to stroke the taunt skin of his mouth around the gag.
Tim's eyes snap fire, then they narrow as a hand sneaks around Dicks head and claps a chloroform drenched cloth. Dick struggles and tries to go for some nerve strikes as a simple reflex. But Jason is ready for it and manages to avoid them while still holding him securely until the anaesthetic takes effect.
When Dick finally slumps, Jason lowers him to the ground and smirks up at Tim. “I said I'd let him play. I never said he'd be topping.”
Doomed, he's supremely doomed. They both are. Oh well, at least he doesn't have anything pressing to do today.