Ficlet: (Un)Tamed | DCU | Bruce/Jason, Tim | R | 1/1
Title: (Un)Tamed
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Jason, Tim
Rating: R
Word Count: 902
Prompt: For kissbingo: Type: Glossy; For 50_darkfics: Brutal; For hc_bingo: Domestic Abuse: Emotional (in this case, imagined and somewhat inflicted in turn)
Summary: Jason and Tim still aren't getting along. Bruce resolves to do something about it.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Sixth in the (Un)Familiar-verse, follows (Un)Dead. Note, there will now be 8 more ficlets in the series (with one as a side/pre-series ficlet), where the whole thing was only supposed to be 6 ficlets originally. *throws confetti of insanity* XD Also, this is one seriously dysfunctional family, and that's putting it mildly!
(Un)Tamed
It's no surprise to Bruce that Jason and Tim still aren't getting along.
He knows he should've been more firm in squashing their antagonism, but with everything that happened regarding his first partner and then Jason's injuries on patrol, he supposes he's been distracted. And how is he supposed to discipline the young man sharing his bed, anyway, when he's become so content to let Jason call the shots between them, his alter-ego silenced in favor of his baser needs? Still, he knows he's the one to blame for not-
The high-pitched hiss bordering on a scream that carries through the Manor not fifteen minutes before patrol tells him it's bound to be another night of fur flying and teeth flashing in threats between the Wolf and young vampire. This time, it sounds like Jason has been the instigator, and Bruce's blood pressure shoots up at the mere thought of it. Just yesterday, Jason attacked Tim from behind, pinned him to the floor and growled loudly in his ear until the young boy lost control of his bladder.
Alfred wasn't pleased, to say the least.
Teeth gritted and mind made up, Bruce heads upstairs from his study to survey what damage Jason has done this time. If the Bat has anything to say about it, this won't be happening anymore.
But once he finds the two boys in the hallway, he almost can't move fast enough to stop the torment Jason seems to be inflicting upon Tim. There's blood all over the two of them, all over the walls and the rug, loose fur and broad, smeared paw prints that show Jay has shifted to animal and back, his clothes scattered in the melee.
“Enough!” he shouts, grabbing his Wolf by the biceps and dragging him bodily off the younger man.
Jason snarls and shakes him off violently, snapping his jaws as his eyes flash to canine and back again.
Bruce gets between them and grabs Jay again, meeting his eyes. “What have you done?”
“Nothing!” Jason grinds out, struggling against the tight grip to get loose again. “The little bastard replacement doused me in his dinner!”
The hiss that comes from behind Bruce seems to contradict the story, but it's shocking enough an accusation to get him to turn his gaze to the boy. “What happened?” he demands quickly.
“He deserved it!” Tim cries out, crouched on the floor now as if to strike out at them both, his teeth glinting in the light of the hallway, almost feline. “I didn't think he'd freak out and shift!”
Bruce takes just a moment to survey the actual damage, beyond the blood. Tim looks to have puncture wounds on one shoulder and three long gashes on the other, and he's shaking, paler than usual. Jason seems to only have taken a jagged bite to one forearm. All in all, it could be worse.
But this can't be allowed to stand. No matter who calls the shots in his bed.
Backing Jason up to the opposite wall, he pins him by the arms and fixes him with a hard look. “Stay.” He's not surprised when Jason tries to bolt upon being released, so applies extra force to keep Jay still, leaning close to whisper harshly, “Jason.”
The younger man snarls, lip curling up to expose his teeth.
And it hits Bruce that Jason called Tim a 'replacement'.
Dammit, he should've figured it'd be like this, should've paid better attention to their squabbles long before it got to this point. It's clear now that if he doesn't put an end to it this minute, they'll have a dead vampire boy on their hands by tomorrow.
“Jason,” he whispers again, catching his gaze and holding it, forcing him to focus, to will away the brutality waiting to be unleashed. “You know he's not your replacement. After everything-you know I wouldn't do that.” To seal his word, he presses his lips to Jason's blood-slicked, glossy mouth, tastes the sharp iron tang of vampire and human and the Wolf underneath it all, feral and barely controlled. The contact is a sensual slide of lips and tongue, heated and wet, and if there wasn't a boy waiting behind them to try to kill Jason, Bruce would gladly pull him straight to the floor to finish proving his point, blood splatters or no.
But after a long moment the Bat draws back, and Jay huffs a hot breath out his nose, his nostrils flared and body finally relaxing, the fight leached away.
Bruce's blood pressure starts to fall at last, and when he releases the younger man, he's gratified as the Wolf does as told, Jason hopefully taking his words to heart and feeling more in control of himself.
Turning to Tim after swiping the smeared blood from his own mouth, he says, “Up,” and waits for him to slowly rise from his crouch, the vampire's glinting teeth retracting. “Downstairs. Patch each other up, feed, and get dressed. Patrol starts in ten minutes. And if you're lucky, Alfred won't kill you both in your sleep for ruining the hall.”
The shocked, indignant looks he gets from both sides of the hallway are worth the price of admission, he thinks as he heads off to get ready for what's sure to be a tense night.
It'll be Bloodwing's first night out as part of their team, much earlier than the Bat had planned, but if this goes as he hopes, Jason and Tim won't be at each other's throats for much longer.
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Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Jason, Tim
Rating: R
Word Count: 902
Prompt: For kissbingo: Type: Glossy; For 50_darkfics: Brutal; For hc_bingo: Domestic Abuse: Emotional (in this case, imagined and somewhat inflicted in turn)
Summary: Jason and Tim still aren't getting along. Bruce resolves to do something about it.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Sixth in the (Un)Familiar-verse, follows (Un)Dead. Note, there will now be 8 more ficlets in the series (with one as a side/pre-series ficlet), where the whole thing was only supposed to be 6 ficlets originally. *throws confetti of insanity* XD Also, this is one seriously dysfunctional family, and that's putting it mildly!
(Un)Tamed
It's no surprise to Bruce that Jason and Tim still aren't getting along.
He knows he should've been more firm in squashing their antagonism, but with everything that happened regarding his first partner and then Jason's injuries on patrol, he supposes he's been distracted. And how is he supposed to discipline the young man sharing his bed, anyway, when he's become so content to let Jason call the shots between them, his alter-ego silenced in favor of his baser needs? Still, he knows he's the one to blame for not-
The high-pitched hiss bordering on a scream that carries through the Manor not fifteen minutes before patrol tells him it's bound to be another night of fur flying and teeth flashing in threats between the Wolf and young vampire. This time, it sounds like Jason has been the instigator, and Bruce's blood pressure shoots up at the mere thought of it. Just yesterday, Jason attacked Tim from behind, pinned him to the floor and growled loudly in his ear until the young boy lost control of his bladder.
Alfred wasn't pleased, to say the least.
Teeth gritted and mind made up, Bruce heads upstairs from his study to survey what damage Jason has done this time. If the Bat has anything to say about it, this won't be happening anymore.
But once he finds the two boys in the hallway, he almost can't move fast enough to stop the torment Jason seems to be inflicting upon Tim. There's blood all over the two of them, all over the walls and the rug, loose fur and broad, smeared paw prints that show Jay has shifted to animal and back, his clothes scattered in the melee.
“Enough!” he shouts, grabbing his Wolf by the biceps and dragging him bodily off the younger man.
Jason snarls and shakes him off violently, snapping his jaws as his eyes flash to canine and back again.
Bruce gets between them and grabs Jay again, meeting his eyes. “What have you done?”
“Nothing!” Jason grinds out, struggling against the tight grip to get loose again. “The little bastard replacement doused me in his dinner!”
The hiss that comes from behind Bruce seems to contradict the story, but it's shocking enough an accusation to get him to turn his gaze to the boy. “What happened?” he demands quickly.
“He deserved it!” Tim cries out, crouched on the floor now as if to strike out at them both, his teeth glinting in the light of the hallway, almost feline. “I didn't think he'd freak out and shift!”
Bruce takes just a moment to survey the actual damage, beyond the blood. Tim looks to have puncture wounds on one shoulder and three long gashes on the other, and he's shaking, paler than usual. Jason seems to only have taken a jagged bite to one forearm. All in all, it could be worse.
But this can't be allowed to stand. No matter who calls the shots in his bed.
Backing Jason up to the opposite wall, he pins him by the arms and fixes him with a hard look. “Stay.” He's not surprised when Jason tries to bolt upon being released, so applies extra force to keep Jay still, leaning close to whisper harshly, “Jason.”
The younger man snarls, lip curling up to expose his teeth.
And it hits Bruce that Jason called Tim a 'replacement'.
Dammit, he should've figured it'd be like this, should've paid better attention to their squabbles long before it got to this point. It's clear now that if he doesn't put an end to it this minute, they'll have a dead vampire boy on their hands by tomorrow.
“Jason,” he whispers again, catching his gaze and holding it, forcing him to focus, to will away the brutality waiting to be unleashed. “You know he's not your replacement. After everything-you know I wouldn't do that.” To seal his word, he presses his lips to Jason's blood-slicked, glossy mouth, tastes the sharp iron tang of vampire and human and the Wolf underneath it all, feral and barely controlled. The contact is a sensual slide of lips and tongue, heated and wet, and if there wasn't a boy waiting behind them to try to kill Jason, Bruce would gladly pull him straight to the floor to finish proving his point, blood splatters or no.
But after a long moment the Bat draws back, and Jay huffs a hot breath out his nose, his nostrils flared and body finally relaxing, the fight leached away.
Bruce's blood pressure starts to fall at last, and when he releases the younger man, he's gratified as the Wolf does as told, Jason hopefully taking his words to heart and feeling more in control of himself.
Turning to Tim after swiping the smeared blood from his own mouth, he says, “Up,” and waits for him to slowly rise from his crouch, the vampire's glinting teeth retracting. “Downstairs. Patch each other up, feed, and get dressed. Patrol starts in ten minutes. And if you're lucky, Alfred won't kill you both in your sleep for ruining the hall.”
The shocked, indignant looks he gets from both sides of the hallway are worth the price of admission, he thinks as he heads off to get ready for what's sure to be a tense night.
It'll be Bloodwing's first night out as part of their team, much earlier than the Bat had planned, but if this goes as he hopes, Jason and Tim won't be at each other's throats for much longer.
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